SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 401 Sneak Attack...!

The secret palace of the Clark family stood silent among the hundreds of palaces surrounding the War God Temple, its grandeur masked by the quiet that enveloped it.

Inside, in the dimly lit central hall, Madam Clark sat solemnly in a swinging chair, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon as if lost in deep thought. The flicker of candlelight cast long shadows around her, yet she remained undisturbed, her expression a blend of melancholy and resolve.

A cloaked figure moved silently through the palace, slipping through the shadows with practiced ease. The figure approached Madam Clark from behind, her footsteps soundless on the polished marble floor.

Just as the cloaked figure was about to reach her, Madam Clark, without turning, spoke in a calm, knowing voice, "What took you so long?"

Startled, the figure paused, then lifted her cloak, revealing herself. It was Thea.

She let out a helpless sigh, her impatience evident in her tone. "Mother-in-law, how did you know it was me?"

"A mother-in-law always knows," Madam Clark replied, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. She reached for a bottle of fine wine and began to pour a glass for Thea, the rich liquid swirling elegantly into the crystal.

"Mother-in-law, why are you sitting alone here? Don't you want to know how Kent is performing on the battlefield?" Her voice was tinged with curiosity, her eyes searching Madam Clark's face for answers.

Madam Clark handed the glass to Thea and sighed softly. "I can't bear to see my son take any damage. That's why I'm avoiding the battlefield," she admitted, her voice heavy with emotion.

She paused, then looked at Thea with a faint smile. "But tell me, what's happening out there? Is your husband alright?" A teasing smile played on Madam Clark's lips as she asked, her tone lightening the mood.

Thea couldn't help but smile back, though her eyes remained serious. "You wouldn't believe it unless you saw it yourself. Your son is causing quite a scene on the battlefield," Thea began, her voice brimming with admiration and pride.

"Wherever Kent moves, the beasts fell, enemy chariots are smashed like toys, banners are tattered into bits, and elephants are brought down by a single arrow from him.

He's taking down tens of enemies with each arrow, blood flowing like a river, and piles of bodies mark his path. I've seen many famous warriors fall before him. Because of Kent, the disciples from the Blue Planet are gaining godly legacies."

Madam Clark listened intently, her eyes widening slightly at the vivid description. She couldn't hide her curiosity as she asked, "Did Kent receive any legacies himself?"

Thea shook her head, her excitement dimming slightly. "No. Maybe the higher gods are still testing him," she replied, her voice tinged with a touch of sadness.

Madam Clark nodded thoughtfully, her mind racing with possibilities. But then, her expression grew serious, and she turned her sharp gaze back to Thea. "By the way, did you meet your sister Lily?"

Thea stiffened slightly, her eyes narrowing as she shook her head. "Not yet. I'm going to meet her now. I'll make sure my sister accepts Kent as her fake husband without revealing any of our plans to her. Make sure your son accepts the role without questions."

Madam Clark's eyes gleamed with approval. "Don't worry, Kent will play his part," she assured, her voice carrying a note of finality.

Madam Clark watched Thea leave, her heart heavy with the weight of the schemes that were unfolding. She took a sip of her wine, the bittersweet taste lingering on her lips as she whispered to herself, "May the gods bless victory over the Quinn's."

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The battlefield was a storm of chaos as Kent and Simon clashed, their power shaking the very ground beneath them.

The air filled with powerful inheritance Asthras, their collisions echoing like thunder across the blessed land.

Kent, holding his bow horizontally before him, unleashed a relentless barrage of arrows. With each passing second, thousands of arrows shot from his bow, cutting through the air like streaks of light.

"Vajra Nirmala Vayu Vidhvamsa!" Kent chanted, his voice reverberating with authority as a wave of divine wind arrows swept through the enemy ranks, scattering the fighters of the other realms like leaves in a storm.

Simon's face twisted in a mixture of fury and determination as he unleashed his own arsenal of devastating spells. "Aakasha Bhavana Khandana Astra!" he roared, the Spatial Breaking Spell tearing through the fabric of space itself, warping reality as it hurtled towards Kent.

Every time Simon used the space spells, Kent chariot was pushed back. If not for the Storm God throne, Kent would have been crushed and tossed out by space spells.

Simon, who had very little control over the Time element, delayed Kent chanting and spell incantation time. But he couldn't completely restrict Kent.

Especially the divine disc. Simon failed to stop the divine disc which is not at all affected by the space and time spells.

Angered by his failed attempts, Simon took out a stack of Talisman's. He got this pack of Talisman from the inheritance of space god trails.

While his spear staff hovering in the side, Simon played with the talismans with both hands. An evil grin played on his lips as he began activating the talisman. Several beast roars came out of the talisman as they activated one at a time with golden brilliance.

Feeling the changes, Kent prepared to counter Simon's attack with the Inheritance Asthra of Storm God and Fire God combined.

"Mahima Pralaya Vilaya Vajra Vidyut Pataka Mahastra!" [Storm God and Fire God Flag Great Astra]

The mantra formed on his lips, ready to unleash a torrent of flames that would incinerate everything in its path.

Meanwhile a pair of malicious eyes stared at Kent with admiration.

"What a sight," the 9th Realm Head had murmured to himself, his grip tightening around the spear passed to him by Jason Mama.

"The 9 Realms Association head has trained his son with ultimate resources, and yet this single young man from a minor realm is handling him single-handedly. What an aura... What valor... Oh mighty warrior, please forgive this sinner."

With a loud evil cry, Simon unleashed 9 talismans into the air. The 9 talismans changed into 9 divine beast forms which were led by a dwarf dragon in the front. All at once rushed towards Kent with wide open mouths.

Just as Kent was about to release the spell, a streak of light pierced through the chaotic battlefield—a spear, nine feet long, moving with the speed of a comet, aimed directly at Kent's bow.

It was the spear of the 9th Realm Head, who had been watching the battle with a mix of admiration and envy. His thoughts had betrayed him; he couldn't allow this young man from a minor realm to continue overpowering Simon, the son of the 9 Realms Association head.

The spear struck Kent's bow with a resounding crash. The divine weapon shattered into fragments, its power rebounding violently against Kent.

The Storm God and Fire God Flag Great Astra, still forming in his grasp, exploded prematurely, sending a shockwave that hurled Kent and his chariot backward.

The impact sent ripples all over the blessed land—a deafening explosion echoed across the battlefield as dust and debris filled the air.

Worst thing is, the attack of Simon rushed towards Kent with more excitement.

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