SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 704: The Rotating Pagoda Dominating The War! [1st Bonus]

Frost Nation Capital City…

The skies over the Frost Nation darkened as storm clouds gathered above its majestic capital city. The 8-million-strong army of the Nine Realms Association marched forward, their armor gleaming under the faint light of the sun.

At the forefront stood Emperor Ryon Lionheart, clad in golden battle robes that exuded authority and strength. Beside him, the imposing figure of Jason Mama, the head of the Nine Realms Association, stood with a smirk of confidence.

Across the battlefield, the sworn wizards' army of 5 million stood ready, a sea of robes and weapons gleaming with runes of power. At their center was Madam Clark, her flowing silver hair and piercing gaze a beacon of calm amidst the chaos.

King Ragnar, clad in frost-forged armor, stood by her side, his hand gripping his icy trident tightly.

As the two sides faced off, Ryon stepped forward, his voice booming across the battlefield. "You dummy king, and my own brother Ragnar, how dare you betray me and join my enemies? You have no idea of the grave mistake you've made! I should have killed you the moment I found out about that bastard Kent's origins. Don't worry, it's not too late. Today, your city, your people, and you will be crushed under my feet!"

Ragnar laughed heartily, his voice echoing like a roaring avalanche. "Brother! You're nothing more than Jason Mama's lapdog, a mere puppet in his hands. Rather than serve a tyrant, I am proud to stand with Madam Clark and fight for freedom! And don't worry, after your death, I will take very good care of your palace!"

The verbal war continued as two brothers made tit for tat comments.

The two armies stood still as the tension mounted. Jason Mama stepped forward with an amused expression. "Enough of this pointless chatter," he said, raising a hand. "Activate the pagoda."

A deafening hum filled the air as a colossal seven-storied pagoda rose into the sky. Each layer was lined with enchanted cannons, their barrels glowing ominously as thousands of soldiers at its base fed it mana stones. The pagoda's runes flared with blinding light as the cannons whirred to life.

"Fire!" Jason Mama commanded.

The pagoda roared and rotated one by one story, releasing a barrage of devastating mana blasts. Beams of fiery energy streaked across the battlefield, slamming into the sworn wizards' ranks with catastrophic force.

The ground trembled as explosions erupted, and thousands of sworn wizards were dead in an instant. Screams of pain and chaos filled the air.

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Madam Clark immediately stepped forward, her face calm but her eyes blazing with fury. She raised her peacock-headed staff high, and a shield of golden light enveloped the remaining wizards. "Deploy the defence talismans!" she ordered.

Sworn wizards scattered across the battlefield as they activated defensive talismans, forming protective barriers to counter the pagoda's assault. The barriers crackled under the relentless onslaught, but they held firm, mitigating the destruction.

The battlefield turned into a chaotic symphony of war. Wizards from both sides unleashed their magic with devastating precision.

Healers rushed through the ranks, casting life-giving spells to mend wounds and revive fallen soldiers. Their glowing hands moved swiftly as they chanted incantations, their robes stained with blood and sweat.

Alchemy members hurled explosive potions into the enemy lines, creating fiery bursts that sent soldiers flying. The air was thick with the acrid smell of burning chemicals.

Fighters wielding bows, staffs, daggers, and other weapons clashed in brutal long range combat. Enchanted arrows whizzed through the air, spears crackled with lightning, and daggers shimmered with deadly poison.

Wizards with tridents and fists took on entire squads, their raw power and precision cutting through the enemy ranks.

Jason Mama's army continued to dominate with the overwhelming power of the pagoda. The blasts from its cannons forced the sworn wizards to retreat several steps, their numbers dwindling rapidly. Madam Clark clenched her fists, her calm facade cracking slightly. "Stop retreating! Activate the magic curtain blowers. Sword Faction, take the front lines." she shouted.

As the battle raged on, the Frost Nation's capital city stood on the brink of collapse. Yet, despite their losses, the sworn wizards fought valiantly, refusing to give in. The war continued without a clear victor, the battlefield drenched in blood and chaos.

No Man Island…

Meanwhile, far away from the Frost Nation, a small group of 13 commanders of the Forbidden Army marched silently toward No Man Island. They marched under the leadership of Sir Bora, a half-sovereign wand magus and head of the 5th Realm.

Their task was clear. To destroy the inter-realm teleportation gate hidden in No Man Island. Without it, the sworn wizards would lose their supply chain and escape routes, ensuring their downfall.

The march was uneventful, and as they reached the shores of No Man Island, Sir Bora was surprised to find no resistance. "Strange," he muttered, his sharp eyes scanning the area. "No guards, no watchers, nothing."

They scouted the entire No Man island and found nothing.

The army proceeded cautiously, their footsteps echoing on the barren ground. After an extensive search, they discovered the entrance to an underground chamber. As they descended, the faint sound of laughter reached their ears.

In the chamber, near the teleportation gate, six women sat in a circle, their witch-like robes and cone shaped hats giving them an eerie appearance. They were casually playing a wizard-card game, giggling and bickering over the rules.

Sir Bora smirked at the sight. "So, this is the great defense of No Man Island? Six witches playing games? How pathetic." He stepped forward, his wand glowing with power. "Ladies, you're in the presence of Sir Bora, a half-sovereign wand magus. I suggest you surrender now and save yourself from the embarrassment."

One of the witches, a young woman with fiery red hair, looked up lazily. "Oh no, girls, he's a half-sovereign! What shall we do?" she said mockingly, eliciting laughter from the others.

Another witch, an older woman with silver hair, smirked and said, "Boys who talk too much usually get themselves killed. Also, this half sovereign seems to be a 2 minute potion."

Sir Bora's smirk faltered. "Enough of this nonsense. Kill them."

Before his soldiers could act, the witches stood in unison, their eyes glowing with magical energy. In a blink, the air crackled with raw power as spells erupted from their hands.

Explosions ripped through the chamber as the Forbidden Army was annihilated in seconds. Soldiers disintegrated into ash, and their cries were drowned out by the witches' laughter. Sir Bora, trembling with fear, fell to his knees.

"Mercy! Please, mercy!" he begged, his pride forgotten.

The red-haired witch stepped forward, her hand crackling with energy. "Mercy? You barged into our home, mocked us, and now you beg for mercy? How amusing."

Before Sir Bora could utter another word, she snapped her fingers, and his body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

"Idiot, he could have lived another 10 minutes if he chose to fight. Such a weakling for a half-sovereign name!"

The witches returned to their game, their laughter echoing through the now-silent chamber.

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