Devil Mountain…
Kent reached the entrance of Devil Mountain at great speed. His heart is racing with great excitement.
The entrance of the Devil Mountain was a sight to behold. The vast valley, once an empty, desolate land, was now occupied by an ocean of warriors. From the sky, it seemed as though a new empire had risen overnight. Thousands of banners fluttered in the wind, each representing a faction, a house, or a noble lineage that had joined the cause.
Kent hovered above the gathered army, standing atop Sparky, his mighty dragon. His gaze swept over the 23 million strong force before him, warriors clad in armor of gold, silver, and bronze, their weapons gleaming under the morning sun. The air was thick with anticipation.
“I never expected this,” Kent murmured, his voice carrying a mix of pride and gratitude. He turned his gaze towards his mother, Madam Clark, who stood below with Sword Master Elarin and the great Zi God ancestor dragon.
Descending onto the ground, he approached them and spoke, “Mother, this… this is more than I could have ever hoped for. How did you rally so many?”
Madam Clark smiled. “People believe in you, Kent. The word of the calamity spread like wildfire, and every able-bodied wizard and warrior wanted to be part of history—to fight for their home.”
The Zi God ancestor dragon rumbled in amusement. “Do not forget the dragons, young one. We, too, fight alongside you. We do not bow to anyone, but you have earned our respect.”
Kent clasped his fists and bowed slightly. “I am honored.”
Before moving forward, he turned to Elarin. “Are there any spies in our army right now?” Kent asked with a serious look.
“We already handled them.” Madam Clark replied.
Elarin chuckled. “Handled? More like obliterated. Thanks to the treasure of the Zi God ancestor, every rat in our midst was killed.”
Kent nodded, satisfied. Then, with a single leap, he was atop Sparky once again. As he rose into the air, a deafening roar echoed from below.
“All hail the Dragon Lord!”
The chant spread like wildfire through the army. A tide of unwavering devotion surged forth, shaking the heavens.
Kent raised a hand, and silence fell.
“Listen well,” he spoke, his voice amplified by mana. “We do not stand a chance if the demons descend upon the Nine Realms. We will be slaughtered like cattle. So we will not wait for death. We will march to them! We will take the fight to their doorstep and crush them before they set foot on our land! Let’s go to the spirit world!”
Murmurs spread. Doubt crept into some of the soldiers’ faces.
Kent continued, his voice like steel. “I will not force any of you. But if you believe in our cause, if you believe in protecting your homes, your families, and your honor, then follow me into the spirit world!”
Silence. Many people even doubted that Kent was using them for his personal cause.
In the next second, Kent made a heart vow and made everyone believe in him.
Then a voice erupted from the ranks. “We stand with the Dragon Lord!”
Another followed. “Let’s burn the demons!”
Then, like a tidal wave, the entire army erupted into chants.
“All hail the Dragon Lord!”
Kent’s smirk deepened. “Then let’s break the laws of space itself.”
Kent descended from Sparky and placed his palm on the earth, closing his eyes. The army watched in stunned silence as the ground beneath him trembled.
A strange force radiated from his body, distorting the very fabric of reality. He began weaving the layers of space, folding them upon one another like pages in a book. It was an impossible feat—something no human had ever attempted.
Murmurs broke among the generals.
“What is he doing?” Tang Zi whispered, his hands clenching his sword.
“He’s bending the space of existence,” Jamba Zi muttered, his voice heavy with disbelief.
The space around them shimmered. The sky twisted, and the air itself seemed to fold inward. The distance between the Devil Mountain and the Spirit World began shrinking rapidly.
Then, Kent summoned the arrow given by Mahavir. He whispered an incantation, drawing back his Ancient Dragon Lion Bow. The two beast heads on the bow roared in unison, their cries shaking the heavens.
“Open the path!” Kent bellowed as he released the arrow.
The sky split apart. A vortex of swirling energy formed, tearing open a rift in the very fabric of space. At the end of the rift, they could see it—the Spirit World. And looming in the distance was the fortress of the Demon Castle.
Gasps filled the air.
“This is madness…” a general whispered.
“No,” Madam Clark corrected. “This is a miracle.”
The ground quaked as Kent pulled another arrow from his quiver. This time, he fired it directly at the rift, and as the arrow pierced the gap, an ethereal bridge began forming. Arrows materialized in the air, constructing a massive golden pathway from the Devil Mountain to the Spirit World.
“The bridge will hold for as long as I breathe,” Kent said, his voice unwavering. “Move! Now!”
The army let out a unified roar and surged forward. The march to war had begun.
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Demon Castle
In the Demon Castle, Philip sat upon his throne, his fingers tapping impatiently against the armrest. His generals stood before him, awaiting final orders.
“The blood moon is upon us,” he mused. “Soon, the lower realms will be ours. Just an Hour… Hahaha…”
Just then, the doors to the grand hall burst open. The Space God stormed in, his face pale.
Philip smirked. “You’re early, space god. Can’t wait to see the lower realms burn?”
The Space God’s hands trembled. “You-fool! You absolute fool! Your enemy is not waiting for you to descend! He’s coming here, right now!”
Philip’s smirk froze in confusion. “What?”
“Kent. That wretched human. He found a way to create a space portal. He’s bringing his entire army here!”
Silence.
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