SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 391 Death is the only Punishment!

In the brightly lit hall of the secret palace, Kent sat across from Madam Clark, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Madam Clark's usually calm demeanor was tinged with worry, her gaze piercing as she prepared to reveal the truth.

"Kent, there's something you must know about Simon, the son of Jason, the 9 Realms Association head."

Kent leaned forward as he heard the name which is part of his mother's tragic past.

"The 9 Realms Association has orchestrated a grand scheme, gathering 70,000 of the strongest disciples from across the realms. Together, they plan to form the Lotus Chakra Formation to manipulate the very essence of the blessed land."

"The Lotus Chakra Formation?" Kent's eyebrows furrowed in thought. "So, they intend to control the battlefield itself."

"Exactly," Madam Clark nodded, her expression grave. "It's a formation that can give them an overwhelming advantage. They believe that by controlling the blessed land, they can ensure Simon's victory, crushing anyone who dares to stand against them."

"Now I see why Master Tang Zi mentioned that I'd have a chance to take revenge sooner than I thought," he murmured. He looked up at his mother, a fierce resolve in his eyes.

"Mother, don't worry. I'll make sure Jason and his son regrets ever setting foot on this battlefield. The 9 Realms Association head, Jason, will pay for the sins he's committed."

Madam Clark's expression softened as she looked at her son, pride mingling with concern. "I only hope for your win in this battle. At any cost, you must secure the war god's inheritance."

Kent nodded, understanding the gravity of her words. "I won't fail, Mother. This is our chance to make them pay."

As Aunt Eila informed about the beginning of Immortal Beast spirit gathering, Kent moved to hall where Fatty waiting and started getting ready for the war.

With a calm focus, Kent began to change into his warrior form. A set of war clothes adorned him after a quick use of spell.

The war drums outside had begun to beat once more, a reminder that the greatest battle of Kent's life was about to begin.

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Meanwhile, the atmosphere around the War God Temple grew thick with tension. The skies above began to ripple with divine energy as the first phase of the lower order gods made their presence.

The Kinnera race, who have heads of beasts and the bodies of humans, appeared in the lower sky. Their voices, a haunting blend of beastly growls and melodic chants, filled the air as they began to sing ancient prayers for the War God.

As the divine energy intensified, the ground beneath the feet of the disciples turned into a magical field, pulsating with raw power.

"Ahhrrr..."

"No..."

"Help ME..."

"Ahhh..."

In the next instance loud dying cries filled the blessed land. Those who had deceitfully faked Grand Master Magus cultivation were suddenly engulfed in curse. Enjoy new chapters from empire

Their deceit was unforgivable in the eyes of the gods. One by one, they fell, their bodies crumbling to dust, leaving nothing but whispers of their existence in the wind. In mere moments, around a hundred disciples lay dead, their fates sealed by their own arrogance.

A piercing war siren suddenly rang out from the skies, its sound echoing across the blessed land and beyond. The shrill noise silenced the crowd, drawing every eye to the War God Temple.

The meaning of the siren was clear—no one with cultivation above the GrandMaster Magus stage could step onto the blessed land from now on. To do so would invite the wrath of the gods, a wrath that no mortal could survive.