Then Philip threw back his head and began laughing. “So the humans are marching to their deaths? Fantastic!”
“You still don’t get it, do you?” The Space God cursed. “They won’t be constrained by limited mana here. This is the Spirit World! Their power will be amplified beyond what you can imagine. You need to prepare!”
Philip’s laughter died in his throat.
Then, the first sound of war echoed across the horizon from miles apart. A deep, resonant conch blared from the rift.
“That’s Kent.” Phillip cried out as he remembered the sound from his past.
“Enough with your idea… prepare your army for war. Also, I can’t help you now… Deal with your nonsense.” The space god said before vanishing into thin air.
Phillip immediately roared for his generals and began delivering orders one after another.
The preparation started from Demon Castle.
The Demon Castle, a vast and fearsome fortress spanning twenty-five acres, loomed like a monstrous entity. Rectangular in shape, its four towering sides were now undergoing a great transformation—an impenetrable sanctuary of darkness. The sky above it crackled with infernal energy, casting a blood-red glow over its massive blackened walls.
Philip, the Demon Lord, stood on the highest balcony, his four-winged ghostly bone dragon coiled behind him like a watchful predator. His crimson eyes gleamed with madness as he surveyed his castle, now fortifying itself against the oncoming war.
“Let them come,” Philip murmured, his lips curling into a sneer. “Let them break upon our walls and drown in their own blood.”
Demon artisans worked tirelessly, etching ancient Rakshasa sigils onto the walls—curse inscriptions that would drain the life force of any who dared step too close. The four cardinal gates were sealed with demon chains, enchanted to withstand even divine assaults. Shadow elementals wove illusions around the fortress, making it appear both distant and infinite.
Within the castle grounds, Philip’s army stood in deadly formation. The Bloodfang Battalion, a force of seven million red-skinned demons, their razor-like teeth clattering in anticipation.
The Nightshade Legion, comprised of three million single-eyed Rakshasas, their golden pupils glimmering as they chanted dark spells in unison.
The Black Wyvern Cavalry, demons mounted on massive bone wyverns, the beasts’ wings spanning across the sky like an eternal eclipse.
The Phantom Reapers, ghost-like assassins who would slip through shadows and cut down their enemies before they even realized death had come.
The Flesh-forged Golems, mechanical terrors built from demonic metal and tortured souls, standing thirty feet tall.
In the castle’s inner sanctum, Philip placed cursed artifacts at the four corners—a heart of a dying star, the claw of a Titan, the horn of the Abyss King, and the broken crown of an Archangel—each fueling a barrier that would shield his castle from divine intervention.
Philip grinned, his serpentine tail curling in satisfaction. The fortress was ready.
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The moment Kent’s space portal tore through reality, a ripple of energy shook the Spirit World. Within seconds, news travelled across all divine realms and images flashed to life, relaying the impossible—a human army had entered the Spirit World.
The Storm God sat upright as his storm knight messengers rushed into his chamber.
“Impossible…” he muttered, gripping the arms of his seat. “This boy… he truly broke the veil of the realms?”
At the War God’s citadel, a loud clang echoed as the War God slammed his gauntlet onto the stone table.
“Hah! So, he finally did it without the help of 3 phased god?” He roared in laughter, admiration flickering in his eyes.
Not everyone shared his amusement. The Space God, seated in his celestial palace, grimaced in frustration. His spies had confirmed the worst-case scenario—Kent had outplayed him, bypassing the need for divine intervention.
“He is defying fate,” Space God muttered, his fingers curling into a fist. “No mortal should hold this much power… I underestimated him.”
Within the sacred chambers of the Lust Goddess, her golden eyes glowed with emotions she couldn’t define. She whispered Kent’s name as she gazed into the glowing news orb, watching him lead the charge into the Spirit World.
Across the Spirit World, lesser gods, demi-gods, and mortal spirits gathered, eager to witness the legend unfold before them.
The entire realm held its breath.
–
The Spirit World trembled as Kent and his army crossed the shattered space bridge, entering enemy territory. The demon castle loomed just few miles away.
Kent soared ahead atop his golden dragon, Sparky, his black-golden armor radiating divine energy. Behind him, twenty-three million warriors marched in an endless sea, their battle standards flapping against the howling winds.
Among them were beings of all races. The Dragon Legion, led by Zi God’s ancestor, twenty-five thousand mighty dragons, each larger than mountains.
The Fire Kirins, majestic lion-like beasts whose flaming hooves left trails of embers across the battlefield.
Dwarf Phoenix Riders, each phoenix no larger than a human, but with flames hotter than hellfire.
The Thunderborn Beasts, giant armored war boars capable of breaking through enemy lines.
The Forbidden Wizards, the exiled masters of magic, who once dominated the underworld of the Nine Realms.
The War Maidens, the thirteen elder witches, leading an army of twenty thousand sorceresses, their incantations humming through the air.
Before them, the Demon Castle loomed, its walls dark as the void, its crimson banners waving like a taunt against the sky.
As they neared the battlefield, a chilling demon cry echoed from the depths of the fortress—a warning from the demons who waited behind the gates.
For a brief moment, a flicker of doubt ran through the human ranks. The overwhelming darkness of the Demon Castle stirred fear within them.
But then, a voice rose above the silence.
A soldier began to sing.
And another joined.
And another.
Until the entire army roared with unwavering conviction:
“Through endless skies, on dragon’s wing,
A legend born, the heavens sing,
With bow in hand and fire untamed,
Our fearless Lord, the foes are maimed!”
“The mountains quake beneath your feet,
Your arrows strike, the demons dread,
The storm bows low, the rivers part,
The fire of war burns in your heart!”
“Our strength lies in trusting you,
With you, victory is always true,
A name of honor, fierce and bright,
Kent, the warrior, blazing light!”
“All Hail The Dragon Lord Respected”
Kent raised his fist. The army fell silent.
His golden dragon let out a thundering roar, shaking the heavens.
Kent’s eyes locked onto the fortress.
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