SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 760: Baiting The Goddess?!

Demon Castle…

The atmosphere inside the castle was filled with tension, the scent of burnt flesh and demon blood lingering after the brutal battle of the second day.

Inside the war chamber, Philip sat cross-legged on the ground, his breathing ragged. His entire body shaking with pain, his right shoulder pierced by a golden arrow that refused to dislodge itself easily. One of his generals knelt beside him, carefully attempting to extract the arrow released by Kent.

Philip clenched his teeth, refusing to cry out. The humiliation of suffering this injury was worse than the pain itself. Before him, rows upon rows of his demon soldiers stood with heads bowed, shame painted on their faces.

Phillip's mighty bone dragon, once a terror of the skies, lay weakly behind him, its breath shallow, its form battered and burnt from its duel with Sparky, Kent's ancient dragon.

Despite the overwhelming numbers of the Demon Army, the humans had emerged victorious on the second day, and Philip knew exactly why. He had underestimated Kent—again.

"Demon Lord, bear with me. The arrow has pierced your bone. If I attempt to remove it without numbing the pain first, it could cause irreversible damage," the general advised while pulling out a set of black vials filled with potent numbing potions.

Before the general could administer the potion, a blinding flash of golden light streaked across the chamber. Without warning, a golden dagger with an eerie, contorted face embedded itself in Philip's shoulder, overlapping the golden arrow wound.

"ARGHHH!" Philip howled in agony as his flesh burned from the divine energy infused within the weapon. He collapsed onto his knees, shivering from the pain. His fingers clawed at the wound, but it was futile. The weapon's energy paralyzed him in place.

Laughter, dark and ominous, filled the chamber.

"You are pathetic," came a chilling voice.

The dagger shone with golden flames, and from its surface, a hazy female figure materialized, her form shrouded in a thick mist of darkness and blood-red energy. Her crimson eyes gleamed with malice as she looked down at Philip, her expression a mixture of disappointment and rage.

It was Naga, the Forbidden Goddess of Destruction and Death.

Philip's body trembled, not just from pain, but from fear. He bent himself immediately, pressing his forehead to the cold stone floor.

"Great Goddess, have mercy upon me!" he pleaded desperately. "I failed, but give me one more day. Just one! I will not repeat my mistakes. I was careless—I should have targeted that woman first. I swear, I will personally rip out the heart of Madam Clark! Grant me one more chance!"

The Forbidden Goddess' ethereal form loomed over him, her cold gaze piercing through his soul.

"Failure is unacceptable," she hissed. "With an army of 69 million, you should have wiped those humans out on the first day. Yet here you kneel before me, your flesh torn, your bones shattered, and your forces humiliated."

Philip gulped. He could feel the raw, volatile power emanating from her form.

"I underestimated Kent… He's stronger than I anticipated."

A cruel smirk formed on Naga's lips. "Then you are a fool."

Philip's fists clenched, his body shaking in frustration and shame.

"Stand up."

Philip hesitated for a moment before forcing himself onto his feet, his shoulder still bleeding from the embedded weapons. Naga raised her hand, and immediately, the golden dagger vanished, replaced by a swirling dark energy that enveloped Philip's wound. The pain numbed, but the weight of his failure still pressed against his soul.

"Tomorrow is your last chance," she warned. "I will grant you three weapons—three artifacts forged in the abyss itself. Use them wisely. If you fail again, you will not suffer the wrath of Kent—you will suffer MY wrath."

She raised her hand, and three powerful artifacts materialized before Philip's eyes.

"Abyssal Death Spear, forged from the blood of fallen gods," she announced, tossing it toward him. "It will shatter even divine defences."

Philip caught it, his eyes gleaming with renewed hope.

"Demonic Chariot of Shadows," she continued, gesturing to a floating chariot covered in black mist. "This will allow you to travel unseen, even through divine barriers."

Philip's breathing quickened as he stared at the magnificent weapon.

"And finally…" Naga's smirk deepened. "The Cursed Crown of the Abyss."

A shimmering black crown appeared above Philip's head. As it descended upon him, he felt a surge of dark energy coursing through his veins, his mind sharpening with newfound clarity. His wounds rapidly healed, and his body pulsated with boundless demonic power.

Philip knelt once more, his face filled with reverence. "Thank you, great goddess. I will not disappoint you again."

The goddess disappeared with a final ominous warning. "Do not fail me."

-

Human Army Camp…

While the Demon Lord was fortifying his position, Kent sat inside his tent, surrounded by alchemical tools and rare ingredients. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he meticulously mixed vials of rare poisons, his eyes sharp with concentration.

Beside him, a dozen assistants worked tirelessly to produce antidotes to counter the demonic poisons.

Elarin and the Zi God Ancestor Dragon entered the tent, observing Kent's work.

"Do you really think poison will be enough?" the dragon ancestor asked skeptically.

Kent didn't look up. "No. But it will slow them down. And right now, time is our greatest weapon."

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Elarin sighed, folding his arms. "I have to admit, your strategies have been flawless so far. But we cannot keep fighting day after day. The demons can afford to lose millions, but we can't. If this war drags on, we will be the ones who fall."

Kent finally turned to face them, his eyes serious. "We're not prolonging this war."

Elarin raised an eyebrow. "Then what's the plan?"

"We kill Philip tomorrow."

The dragon ancestor's expression turned grim. "And you think that will end the war?"

Kent shook his head. "No. Philip isn't the real threat. The goddess of destruction and death is the one we need to worry about. But if Philip dies, she will be forced to act."

Elarin and the dragon ancestor exchanged glances.

"So, what's the real plan?" the dragon ancestor pressed.

Kent leaned forward, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Tomorrow, we're going to draw her out. If we can make her leave the Demon Castle, we may find a way to kill her."

Elarin inhaled sharply. "You're suggesting we bait a goddess?"

Kent nodded. "Yes."

A heavy silence filled the tent. Elarin exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Kent, this is insanity. Do you even know how to kill a forbidden goddess?"

Kent's jaw tightened. "No. But I have to try. If she stays hidden in the castle, we lose. We have to force her into a position where we have a chance."

The dragon ancestor crossed his arms. "And what if we can't kill her?"

Kent met his gaze steadily. "Then we run."

Elarin let out a humorless chuckle. "You're insane."

Kent smirked. "Maybe."

The dragon ancestor sighed deeply, then nodded. "Fine. We'll prepare for tomorrow."

As the two elders left, Kent turned back to his work. His heart pounded in his chest. Tomorrow, everything will change. Either they would emerge-victorious… or they would die trying.