SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 478 Visiting The War Ground Of Gods

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After coming out of the last teleportation gate, they traveled their journey to Ancient war ground of gods on Kent's throne.

The golden throne soared through the sky at a dizzying speed, cutting through the thick black clouds that swirled above.

Kent stood motionless, his eyes fixed on the horizon as the barren, black land below stretched for thousands of miles, devoid of life. It was as if the world itself had been scorched by some ancient curse. No plants. No animals. Only desolation.

Beside him, King Ragnar sat silently on steps, his expression as grim as the landscape. The air was cold, biting, filled with an oppressive energy that made Kent's skin crawl. He had faced powerful foes, unleashed storms of lightning, and wielded the wrath of gods, but the aura surrounding the War Ground made him uneasy.

Finally, after hours of travel, the outline of a colossal structure emerged on the horizon. A massive wall, standing thousands of meters high, loomed before them, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Layer upon layer of intricate seals covered every inch of the wall, the network of seals pulsating with a faint, malevolent energy. They seemed alive, shifting ever so slightly as if they were aware of their presence.

They couldn't see anything from above as dark clouds filled the sky above the wall.

The throne came to a halt just before the towering gates at the center of the wall. Kent stood and descended from the throne, his boots crunching on the blackened ground. He felt the weight of the place pressing down on him as if the very air carried the burden of the gods' fallen glory.

"This is it," King Ragnar said, stepping down beside him. His voice was low and filled with a reverence that Kent had never heard before. "The War Ground of the Gods. These gates have been sealed for ages, and only the royal family patriarchs know the secret of unsealing them."

Kent's gaze was drawn to the gates themselves—two enormous structures that rose as high as mountains. They were shut tightly, glowing with an ancient, magical seal. Each gate bore the weight of countless years, and yet, they looked impenetrable, as if no force in the world could move them.

He stepped closer, his eyes scanning the seals that covered the doors. "What are those sounds?" Kent asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kent's hand stretched and the Golden Mace gifted by the War God appeared. With a single swing, he brought the mace crashing into the weak spot in the wall.

A loud clang echoed through the air as the mace struck the stone—but to his surprise, the wall held firm. The seals flickered, their patterns shifting to absorb the blow. Even with the divine weapon, the wall remained intact.

Kent frowned, his mind racing. He couldn't brute force his way through this. The seals were too deeply interconnected. But as he stared at the weakened area, a new idea formed in his mind.

"I don't need to break the wall now," he murmured to himself. "I just need to bypass it."

He thought of the Ghost Shadow Cloak, a gift from the God of Wind granted during beast spirit gathering. With it, he could pass through walls, move undetected, and leave no trace.

If the royal family were to unseal the gates for the trial, it would create a window of opportunity. He wouldn't need to wait until they placed a spear inside. Also, he doesn't need to break through—he could slip inside without anyone knowing.

But he needed to time it perfectly.

Satisfied with his plan, Kent turned and made his way back to Ragnar, who was still waiting by the gates. The king watched him approach, curiosity in his eyes.

"Did you find anything?" Ragnar asked.

Kent shook his head, a small, secretive smile on his lips. "No. The wall is as strong as ever."

Ragnar frowned but didn't press him further.

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