SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 974: Blood Tainted Sea!

The Naga Patriarch narrowed his eyes. “Your words are threats disguised as diplomacy. Speak clearly.”

Khagara’s staff crackled. “Very well. Here are our terms. You will swear upon your sea deity to divide the Sea God Legacy into three parts—each held by our clans. Your human shall retrieve it but shall have no say in its use.”

The water around the Naga Patriarch turned cold. “And if I refuse?”

Lord Russ leaned forward. “Then you condemn your clan to extinction. We have united. We have numbers, beasts, and legacy bloodlines. You can still avoid annihilation.”

The Patriarch did not hesitate.

“I refuse.”

His voice was like thunder compressed into a whisper.

Khagara’s smile faded. “So be it.”

The Abyssal Shark Lord raised his clawed hand and clenched it into a fist. From behind him, an army of deep-sea creatures let out a bone-rattling howl.

The Naga Patriarch turned back to his army and raised his trident high.

“The sea shall judge us all.”

The sky above turned darker. Mana currents surged.

And in the silence that followed, Kent stood beside Princess Neela, bow already glowing with divine runes.

He looked at the swirling entrance to the Forbidden Abyss beyond the enemy lines and whispered to himself:

“Time to carve a path.”

The moment the Naga Patriarch refused Khagara’s terms, the sea itself seemed to exhale a breath of rage.

With a flick of Lord Russ’s clawed hand, the first wave of long-range attacks ignited the battlefield. Coral Spirit mages launched glowing sea-glass bolts from reef cannons. Hundreds of mana-charged shells zipped through the ocean currents like falling stars, aimed directly at the Naga army’s frontline.

The Naga Clan responded instantly.

With synchronized precision, 9 heavenly hoods Formations bloomed across the front, raising translucent barriers of flowing water and ancestral runes. Explosions of colored light erupted as spells collided with wards. Bursts of enchanted silt clouded the waters. A screeching tide of sharks and krill-beasts began darting through the chaos.

From the backline, the Naga archmages retaliated.

Storm Tridents launched arcs of condensed lightning. Water dragons, summoned from ancient spell formations, twisted forward and slammed into enemy battalions. Ice arrows exploded into glacial blossoms, freezing entire columns of incoming scouts.

Then the drums began.

From both sides, war drums echoed with deep, rhythmic resonance—each beat a command, each tremor a formation. The ground shook. The seabed cracked.

The two armies began to move.

First came the battle-chariots.

The Naga clan’s crystal-armored chariots, pulled by sea wyverns and tide-lions, rolled forward in sweeping curves. Behind them, columns of warriors surged—scaled mages, spirit beast riders, and coral-armored infantry, all bearing the mark of their ancestral houses.

Across the reef, the combined forces of the Coral Spirit Clan and Abyssal Shark Clan advanced as one massive wave. Claw riders, spell-throwers, and spirit beast masters guided mutant eels, shell beasts, and razor-finned barracudas.

At the center, the most feared were released.

The Forbidden Beasts.

Monsters sealed away for centuries—unleashed now for this single battle.

From the Naga side, the sea shuddered as Yuri-math the Trench Leviathan emerged. A beast longer than a dozen ships, with luminous spines and horns of ancient coral, he let out a groan that turned water into vibrating glass.

On the opposing side, the Abyssal Shark Clan released their horror—Harn the Abyss Howler, a multi-headed shark drake with cursed iron jawbones and a body shrouded in shadows. The moment it emerged, weak sea creatures died from sheer spiritual pressure.

The two monsters locked eyes.

Then they charged.

Yorimath twisted his serpentine body, launching forward like a tidal spear. Xarn met him mid-charge, jaws opening to consume magic itself. The sea between them collapsed into chaos.

Shockwaves pulsed through the water.

Warriors on both sides were thrown off course. Kent, from his perch beside Princess Neela’s chariot, steadied himself and activated his armor’s stabilizing runes. Neela gave him a single glance.

“They’ll tear the ocean apart.” Kent said while staring at the exchange.

“Let them,” Neela said, reaching for her spear. “We’ll just carve our way through.”

Above them, formations of manta ray archers launched mana arrows from the skies. Below, crustacean siege engines began deploying spiritual anchors to shift mana tides in their favor.

The battlefield had truly ignited.

And this was only the beginning.

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Amidst the rising chaos, a sudden ripple passed through the Naga army’s core. Horns blared low and deep, and the currents around them twisted with command.

The Naga Patriarch had made his move.

From within the ranks, a cluster of glowing figures broke away—the elite warriors, handpicked by the patriarch himself. Each bore celestial armor forged from coral essence and Leviathan scale.

At their center stood a battle mage wielding a triple-pointed staff, a master of spatial disarray spells. Others included spear-dancers, elemental bladesingers, and sea rune archers trained to kill in silence.

With precise, synchronized movement, they formed into a small arrowhead formation, tip gleaming with divine runes. Their intent was clear—to punch directly through enemy lines and carve open a corridor leading to the Forbidden Cave.

Their objective: deliver Kent to the entrance alive.

Once Kent entered the sealed trial path, the formation would collapse and retreat into the safety of the Nine-Heaven defensive ring. The war outside could then be managed. But the key was sending him in.

Neela’s chariot floated just behind the elite arrow formation. She looked at Kent and gave a short nod. “They’ll buy you ten breaths of time. No more.”

Kent adjusted the string of his divine bow and summoned the three divine quivers—two at his sides, one attached at his ankle. Jojo, the small dagger-tailed serpent weapon, slithered silently around his shoulder.

“I only need five,” Kent replied.

Across the battlefield, the enemy responded.

The Coral Spirit Clan and Abyssal Shark Clan understood the maneuver instantly. Khagara’s voice boomed across the sea as his command spell surged.

“Block the path to the Abyss! Their chosen human must not be allowed to enter!”

A golden flare erupted from the enemy center.

Their own elite warriors—battle-scarred generals, abyss-bound monks, and spirit assassins—emerged and rushed to the center. Like flowing sand into a mold, they formed a Golden-Shield Miniature Formation, shaped like a curved fan with overlapping spiritual barriers.

Each layer of that shield formation was fortified by blessed mana gems and powered by the hearts of six cursed-beasts. Spears shimmered. Talisman orbs floated. A golden glow pulsed with every heartbeat.

Then it began.

The ocean itself trembled as the two formations launched.

The arrowhead, moving like a spear tip guided by divine will, clashed with the shield in a flare of spiritual fury.

Blades of compressed water clanged against hardened coral shields. Frost spikes met flame talismans. Sonic-arrows screamed through gaps and collided with swirling barriers. Blood tainted the sea.

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