SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 411 Evolution of Kent Pets!

With a quick command from Kent the bow disappeared into his soul space. But before Kent said anything, the divine disc flowed into War God's hand.

The War God's finger hovered below Kent's divine disc, With a gentle touch, the War God's energy surged into it, and the disc transformed before the eyes of the gathered gods and mortals.

Golden light burst forth, the white disc turning into a radiant halo of pure gold, its edges now saw-like, sharp and dangerous. It was as if the War God had forged the disc in the fires of the heavens themselves, imbuing it with the essence of divine might.

A palpable silence enveloped the blessed land. Every breath seemed to hang in the air, every heartbeat an echo of anticipation. The divine disc, once a symbol of Kent's rising power, suddenly pulsed with life.

The Space God stared in stupefied awe. His eyes widened, reflecting the brilliance of the disc, unable to comprehend the sheer power that had been bestowed upon Kent.

Some gods murmured in disbelief, their voices hushed and reverent. "Is this really happening?" the Danava race gods whispered. "The War God himself…"

With the disc now transformed, the War God's gaze shifted to Kent's spirit ring. A soft, almost imperceptible hum sounded as he summoned Kent's spirit beasts.

Jabil, the serpent beast, was the first to emerge. Jabil timidly stared at the war god with his body almost shaking like a leaf in winter.

With a soft chuckle, the war god touched Jabil's head with a pearl-like energy hanging at the tip of his finger.

With a loud hissing, Jabil's body twisted in the air, its form expanding rapidly under the War God's influence. Jabil crossed the painful evolution in one go.

Black scales, thicker and more resilient than before, covered its body, gleaming with a deadly shine. Seven heads, each more fearsome than the last, sprouted from its elongated neck, their eyes burning with a newfound intensity.

Jabil's size grew exponentially, its bulk now comparable to ten large men standing shoulder to shoulder. The serpent hissed, the sound reverberating through the skies and ground, a declaration of its rebirth.

Next came Kavi, the Fire Kirin. The War God caressed its long head with a gentle smile.

Flames erupted from its body, but these were no ordinary flames. They burned with the purity of the divine, a blazing inferno that seemed to consume the very air around it.

Kavi's form grew, its muscles rippling with power, its mane now a torrent of fire that flickered with every movement. The beast's bloodline had been purified, its essence now the epitome of fiery might.

Kent, remembering his promise to Kavi's brother, removed his masterly connection with Kavi.

The onlookers could only watch in awe as the two beasts, once formidable, had now evolved into creatures of unimaginable strength, deadly and majestic. But more than these two beasts, the onlookers were surprised by the baby dragon that stood on Kent's shoulder.

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With curious eyes, the baby dragon stared at War God.

The War God, with a gentle smile, materialized an emerald jade fruit in his palm, its surface glowing with an ethereal light.

The dragon hesitated, its gaze flickering between the War God and the fruit, before it cautiously accepted the offering.

As it devoured the fruit, its body grew, its scales shimmering with a vibrant hue. It was not the size or strength of the beast that caught the attention of those watching, but the playful fire it breathed in response to the War God's gentle touch.

The dragon, though still young, had been given something far more precious—a gift to help in completing evolution in future. As Dragon is the epitome of Sacred beasts, it needs to undergo evolution on its own. That's why war god didn't help it to evolve.

Turning his head towards Kent, the War God chuckled, his voice resonating like the rumble of distant thunder. "Why are you still silent? Aren't my gifts enough for you?" His words carried a warmth that contrasted the formidable power he wielded.

Kent, still kneeling, his head bowed in reverence, did not move. His heart pounded in his chest, but he maintained his calm, the weight of the divine presence pressing down on him.

With a commanding gesture, the War God raised his hand high into the sky. The sky responded, parting like curtains to reveal a golden light that cascaded down upon the land.

From this light emerged a golden mace, magnificent and overwhelming. The mace has five feet long shaft, its head a three-foot-wide spike diamond ball adorned with countless gems and sacred stones, each radiating a unique light.

The mere presence of the mace seemed to distort the air around it, a weapon of such power that it could smash anything into powder.

Kent finally allowed a smile to cross his lips as he grasped the mace. Its weight was immense, yet it felt natural in his hands, as if it had been crafted specifically for him. The connection between him and the weapon was instantaneous, a bond forged in the divine fires of the War God's will.

Before departing, the War God's expression turned serious, his eyes locking onto Kent's with an intensity that pierced the very soul.

"Remember this—your power is not to be flaunted in the lower realms. You are destined for the higher realms, where your true potential will be realized. Do not show arrogance, and do not oppress the weak. Let go of those who kneel and beg for mercy, for true strength lies in restraint."

With these final words, the War God turned to the gathered deities, nodding to them in acknowledgment. The gods, still awestruck, bowed deeply as he began to fade from view, the sky gradually returning to its natural state.

Yet, despite the War God's departure, the gods remained in the sky, their gazes fixed on Kent. The storm had passed, but its impact would be felt for generations to come.