SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 736 : It’s not Over Yet!?

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"I'm not satisfied…" Kent's voice echoed across the battlefield, cutting through the stunned silence like a blade. "Killing Jason Mama doesn't solve all problems."

Drona Lionheart turned to him, his gaze steady. "What do you want?"

Kent's eyes glowed with an intensity that made even the gods watching from above hold their breath. "What about your son? How can you forget everything that happened?"

Drona sighed, his broad shoulders tensing. He thought for a moment before answering, "I will leave that decision to your mother. But I ask that you spare his life in the end."

Kent considered his words before making his next demand. "Also, your 7th realm… it will be under Clark family, not Quinn family."

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Drona let out a low chuckle. "As expected… agreed. I only want my bloodline to survive and dominate. Names and ruling won't matter. I'm leaving the 7th realm to you… give it to whoever you want."

With a single wave of his hand, Drona turned to the Forbidden Army. "From this moment on, the Dragon Lord is your supreme commander. His word is absolute. Follow his orders without question."

The Forbidden Army, a force of elite warriors numbering in the millions, bowed in unison, acknowledging Kent as their new leader. The world shifted in that moment, and all those watching from the Nine Realms knew it. The power dynamics had changed forever.

Kent turned to his mother, Madam Clark, who stood at the front of the Sworn Wizards. She nodded in approval, her expression one of satisfaction. This was the victory she had spent decades planning.

Drona Lionheart left after seeing the satisfied nod of Madam Clark.

But Kent wasn't done.

"Hold Ryon down to his knees," he ordered.

Ryon's face twisted in rage as thousands of Forbidden Army soldiers advanced. He tried to resist, but more than a thousand strong soldiers wielding tantric chains bound him in place. He fell to his knees, his body shaking with fury.

Madam Clark stepped forward, her heels clicking against the blood-soaked ground. She crouched down in front of Ryon, staring into his eyes with a piercing gaze.

"I dreamed of this day every night, Ryon. How do you feel now?"

Ryon snarled, his lips curling in contempt. "Do you feel proud, Clark? Standing here like some righteous victor? You're nothing but a power-hungry wench who used tricks to win. If you had true strength, you would have won this war years ago."

Clark's eyes darkened. "And yet, here we are. You are on your knees, your army scattered, your allies dead. Tell me, who truly won?"

Ryon gritted his teeth but refused to look away. "This is not over. My sons will—"

Madam Clark cut him off. "Your sons? One is rotting in hell, and the other has abandoned you for his own greed. Max and Phillip are nothing compared to Kent. You know it, and so does the world."

The words stung, and Ryon's expression wavered for a moment before returning to a mask of fury.

Madam Clark straightened up and turned to the soldiers. "Take him away. Put him in the darkest cell. Let him rot in the shadows."

The soldiers dragged Ryon away, his screams of rage echoing as he disappeared into the depths of captivity.

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With Jason Mama dead, the structure of the Nine Realms Association collapsed overnight. The once-mighty organization was left leaderless, and without their head strategist, the remaining generals and noble families began to reconsider their allegiances.

The business circles, which had initially sided with Jason Mama due to his stronghold over the economy, started shifting towards the Sworn Wizards. The Quinn Bank, once the primary financial institution of the Nine Realms, collapsed within days, its funds seized by warring factions. Meanwhile, the Clark Trading Consortium, which had been operating in secret, came into the light, gaining the support of several wealthy families who saw an opportunity in the new order.

The Cassius Trading Guild, one of the biggest suppliers of magical artifacts, immediately pledged allegiance to Madam Clark. The Valenor Merchant Alliance, known for controlling inter-realm trade, also switched sides, securing lucrative contracts with the new leadership of the 7th realm.

Many aristocratic families saw the writing on the wall and aligned themselves with the Sworn Wizards faction to ensure their survival. The Leonhardt Clan, once neutral, declared Kent as their sovereign and offered their elite knights to serve under him.

However, not everyone accepted the new rule. Several rogue factions, still loyal to the old Nine Realms Association, retreated into the shadows, plotting resistance.

As the war settled, the Sworn Wizards began singing praises for Kent. Songs of the Dragon Lord echoed across the battlefield, carried by the winds into the cities beyond.

"The mighty Bhima of battles, his arrows strike like the wrath of the heavens.

The roar of his dragon shakes the foundations of the realms.

With his bow, he commands the storm, with his gaze, he bends the will of kings.

Who stands before him, stands before fate itself."

Kent, standing on the battlefield, watched as the world changed before his eyes. The war had ended in peace, but deep within, he knew something was still unresolved. The calamity of 9 realms won't be this easy to solve.

A storm was still brewing. He could feel it.

And he would be ready.

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Spirit World…

The moment the war ended and the declaration of Kent as the new ruler of the 7th Realm was made, dozens of hidden figures erupted in shadows dispersing into the wind.

Each of them had only one mission—to deliver the news to their respective gods before anyone else.

A slender figure cloaked in ethereal black mist, known only as Whisper, moved fast into the space god chamber.

Unlike ordinary spies, Whisper could meld into space itself, slipping through walls, she reached as fast as she can.

"Jason Mama is dead. Drona Lionheart declared Kent as the heir to the 7th Realm. Ryon has been subdued. Forbidden Army now under Kent's control. Nine Realms have shifted."

The moment the Space God received the message, he clenched his fists in anger and kicked the table before him with loud cry.

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