SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 756: The Final War Had Begun...
The human army led by Kent stood in a distance from the demon castle. In the middle of battle tension, the human were laughing in joy. The reason for their joy is the Spirit world.
The Human Army, standing at twenty-three million strong, had never felt such overwhelming mana saturation in their lives. The very air around them pulsed with raw energy, thick and potent, seeping into their bones like an intoxicating elixir.
Many among them gasped in awe as they absorbed the vast amount of spiritual energy flowing through the Spirit World.
"By the heavens…" one wizard muttered. "This… this place is a gold mine for magic users!"
"A single breath here feels like consuming a thousand mana stones," another warrior marveled, his body trembling as newfound power surged through him.
Every wizard, warrior, and beast felt empowered, their magic replenishing at an unnatural speed. Some even found themselves levitating unconsciously, their bodies reacting instinctively to the environment.
Kent, hovering over the battlefield atop his golden dragon Sparky, observed their reactions with a knowing look.
"This is why every lower realm wizard dreams of stepping into the Spirit World," Elarin murmured. "But today is not a day for dreams—it is a day for war."
As Kent raised his hand, silence spread across the battlefield.
Kent's voice rang out, commanding and resolute.
"We are about to engage the greatest demon army ever assembled. There will be no second chances, no retreat! Each of you must fight with your very souls to ensure victory!"
From now one follow my command and never forget why we are here.
He then divided the twenty-three million army into four factions, strategically assigning leaders to each group.
Northern Front – The Main Entrance (Led by Kent)
-Consisted of less experienced wizards, warriors, and younger fighters.
-Purpose: Engage the main forces directly and apply continuous pressure on the enemy with Kent's personal lead.
-Tactics: Use overwhelming, unpredictable long-range attacks, forcing the enemy to waste energy defending.
Western Front (Led by Zi God Ancestor Dragon)
-Consisted of beast clans, dragons, and mounted warriors.
-Purpose: Break through the western wall, using their raw strength to force an Opening.
-Tactics: Rapid-charge breakthrough assault.
Eastern Front (Led by Supreme Sword Master Elarin)
-Consisted of elite swordsmen, assassin guilds, and speed-type fighters.
-Purpose: Sneak into the enemy strongholds and destroy their defensive formations.
-Tactics: Precision strikes and tactical ambushes.
Southern Front (Led by Madam Clark)
-Consisted of veteran wizards, alchemists, and artillery divisions.
-Purpose: Provide constant magical bombardment to weaken enemy defenses.
-Tactics: Heavy spell attacks and long-range firepower.
Before launching the sending the army to surround the demon castle, Kent established three ironclad rules:
No Shape-Shifting – Any beast or human who changed form would be targeted as an enemy.Verify Your Comrades – No demon infiltrators would be allowed to blend into their ranks.Follow Orders Absolutely – Disobedience would not be tolerated in battle.
With their battle formations set, the human army surrounded the Demon Castle from all four sides. The demon castle's dark walls towering like a monstrous beast waiting to devour them.
Suddenly, a roar of laughter echoed from the highest point of the Demon Castle.
Standing atop his four-winged ghostly bone dragon, Philip sneered down at the human army. His scarlet armor gleamed, reflecting the eerie glow of hellfire torches.
"Pathetic mortals!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the heavens. "Do you truly believe that your little gathering of weaklings can stand against the Great Demon Army?!"
The demon soldiers roared in mocking laughter, their voices reverberating across the battlefield.
Philip spread his arms, gesturing toward his army, their dark banners fluttering ominously.
"Tell me, Kent the Fool, do you understand the depth of your stupidity?" Philip smirked. "Do you know how many ways I can kill your kind in an instant?"
Kent, floating calmly on his dragon, remained expressionless.
Philip chuckled, leaning forward.
"Shall I tell you what awaits your foolish soldiers?" He raised a single clawed finger.
"We have demons who can devour souls, leaving empty husks behind."
He raised a second finger.
"We have shadow demons that lurk in the darkness, slipping through armor and flesh to rip you apart from the inside."
A third finger.
"We have curse-bound creatures who will make you fight each other before you even raise your weapons against us."
A fourth.
"And then, there is me." Philip grinned darkly. "You know nothing of true power, Kent."
A tense silence spread across the battlefield.
Then… Kent smiled.
"Are you done?" Kent's calm voice cut through the tension like a blade.
Philip frowned.
Kent raised his dragon-bone bow, notching an arrow laced with golden flames.
"You talk too much, Philip."
He released the arrow.
Philip's eyes widened as the arrow streaked toward him like a golden comet, forcing him to dodge in haste.
The arrow struck the highest tower of the Demon Castle—obliterating it into nothingness.
A deadly silence followed.
Kent smirked.
"You think you can scare us?" His voice boomed across the battlefield. "You're all talk, Philip and don't forget that I can kill you at any given opportunity. We are not here to listen to your nonsense. We are here to END YOU."
The human army erupted into cheers, their confidence restored.
Philip growled, his red aura flaring with rage. "You will regret this, Kent. The moment this war begins… you will beg for mercy."
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Kent smiled. "Then why don't you start it already?"
Phillip felt enraged and signalled the generals to ring the war bells to unleash demons.
As the the two sides prepared to engaged, the night descended.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, a flood of beings from the Spirit World gathered near the battlefield.
Lower Gods and Demi-Gods watched from floating platforms.
Lesser Spirits, their eyes wide in wonder, crowded the skies.
Spectators from all over the Spirit World used glass orbs to broadcast the event across realms.
"No war of this scale has happened in a century…" A lesser god murmured in the crowd
A beast god narrowed his eyes. "Can a mortal army really stand against the demon legions?"
Even the celestial realms were watching. The War God, The Storm God, and The Lust Goddess all stood in their divine palaces, eyes locked onto the battle about to unfold.
In the depths of the Demon Castle, Philip stood ready.
And then…
BOOM.
The war drums rang.
A low, deep rumble spread across the battlefield.
Thousands of demonic spells were unleashed, streaking across the sky like a storm of death.
Simultaneously, millions of human wizards raised their staffs, bows, and weapons—releasing an equally devastating barrage of magic.
The night sky turned into an inferno of spells, illuminating the battlefield like the birth of a new star.
The final war had begun. The night-sky is illuminated with colourful fireworks.