SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

"BOOM"

Kent's chariot was flung across the field, its once-majestic form skidding to a halt in the dust and pile of debris.

The treasure weapons and enchanted spears stored within the chariot were reduced to dust in an instant.

Fatty, who had been sheltered within the chariot's protective embrace, remained unharmed, but Kent bore the full brunt of the backlash. His illusion armor shattered, and blood trickled down his lips as the backlash from the failed inheritance astra surged through his body.

As the dust settled, an eerie silence fell over the battlefield. Everyone stopped casting their spells and were staring at the 9-beast spell released by Simon.

Onlookers stood in stunned disbelief at the site where Kent's chariot had come to rest. The power that had just been unleashed was beyond anything they had witnessed, and for a moment, the entire battlefield held its breath.

"Is he dead?" a whisper spread among the ranks, the words laced with a mix of fear and anticipation.

Simon's laughter broke the silence, wild and triumphant. His eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as he surveyed the scene.

"I knew it! You were nothing compared to me!" he bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield.

Even Jason Mama, the head of the 9 Realms Association, laughed while staring at the glass orb, his laughter filled with malice.

But as Simon continued his arrogant gloating, something unexpected happened. The 9th Realm Head, who had launched the sneak attack on Kent, began to feel an intense heat enveloping him. Panic flashed in his eyes as he realized, but it's already too late. His body began to disintegrate, turning to ash and dust in mere moments.

It's a forbidden taboo to attack anyone on blessed land from outside, especially someone whose cultivation is higher than Grand Master Magus' stage.

The 9th Realm Head had paid the ultimate price for his backstabbing, his existence erased as punishment for violating the sacred rules of the War God Temple.

Eyes turned back to the spot where Kent's chariot lay, the dust slowly clearing to reveal his form.

"Did... did he survive?" Sophia's voice trembled as she clung to Lucy, who was sobbing uncontrollably, her hands covering her tear-streaked face.

"It's over..." one of the Blue Planet disciples whispered in disbelief. Even the Supreme Mages, stared at the dust cloud with grim faces, fearing the worst.

On the other side, those allied with the enemy forces began to celebrate prematurely. The heads of various realms, peering through their Aurora glasses, shared triumphant smirks.

They had all witnessed Kent's extraordinary feats and had grown increasingly anxious about his potential to shift the tide of battle.

But now, they believed that the relentless onslaught, capped by the devastating 9 Beast Spell led by the dwarf dragon, would finally kill Kent.

Even Simon, the son of the 9 Realms Association head, couldn't suppress a twisted grin. Now, with the sight of the dust-covered chariot, he believed his victory was near. His earlier frustrations melted away, replaced by a sense of joy.

But among all these voices of despair and triumph, Amelia's gaze remained fixed on the chariot. Her heart pounded in her chest, but not with fear. She knew, deep down, that Kent was far from defeated.

The 9 beast spell materialized close to Kent and creeping towards the chariot at great speed.

And then, it happened.

The chariot, once thought to be a ruin, began to change. The dust and debris started to dissipate, revealing a shimmering light from within.

Gasps of disbelief rippled through the battlefield as the chariot morphed, transforming with an elegance and majesty that took everyone by surprise.

The wreckage was gone, replaced by a majestic throne that seemed to radiate with the brilliance of a newly forged treasure, catching the sunlight in a dazzling display.

It looked like a caterpillar changing into a butterfly.

"What... what is this?" The whispers of disbelief spread like wildfire. Onlookers, both ally and enemy, could hardly believe their eyes.

The 32 divine beasts, once bound to the chariot in their primordial forms, emerged in their evolved, human-like forms. Fatty lay unconscious on the steps leading up to the throne, but his condition was soon overshadowed by the figure that now sat regally atop the throne.

Kent, one leg folded on the throne and the other leg resting on the footrest of the throne, sat calmly with his head down.

His body was still recovering from the backlash of the failed spell and the explosion, but his presence was unmistakably dominant.

As if responding to their master's silent command, the 32 divine warriors positioned themselves between the throne and the incoming attack, ready to defend against the oncoming 9 Beast Spell.

The 9 Beast Spell, led by the dwarf dragon, approached with a terrifying speed, its combined might aimed directly at Kent's throne. Many believed it would be the final blow, the end of Kent's life. But as the spell neared, a loud cry erupted from the ranks of the divine warriors.

With a ferocity unmatched, the 32 divine beast warriors met the 9 Beast Spell head-on. The clash was explosive, but it was over in moments. The dwarf dragon and the accompanying beasts were torn apart as if they were nothing more than paper, disintegrating into nothingness under the might of the divine warriors.

The battlefield fell silent, the shock of what had just occurred leaving everyone momentarily paralyzed.

"Impossible..." Simon muttered, his earlier confidence crumbling. But he was not one to give up easily. Anger twisted his features as he turned to the archers of the 7th Realm, his voice cold and commanding. "Use the poison... now!"

The leader of the archer group hesitated, knowing the taboo they were about to break. "Young Master, it is forbidden to use poison on a fallen soldier. This could invoke the wrath of the gods—"

"Do as I say!" Simon commanded, his eyes blazing with fury. The leader, though reluctant, knew he had no choice. With a heavy sigh, he signaled the archers to ready their poison arrows.

All 7,000 archers from the Quinn family army raised their bows, each one armed with arrows imbued with rare and deadly poisons. The air crackled with tension as the archers prepared to unleash a volley that could bring down even the mightiest of warriors.

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*Simon made a big mistake by using poison. Now, all it takes few minutes for Kent to finish this battle. Stay turned guys... It's-Coming.Nôv(el)B\\jnn