SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 971: 1000 Heavenly Claws!

At the break of dawn, the Naga Clan had begun its call to arms.

From the seven tide pillars that surrounded the Sea Ancestral Temple, trumpet-shell horns blared, their sound vibrating through the seabed and into the hearts of every soldier, every mage, every guardian beast.

The Nine-Heaven Naga Formation—a sacred war assembly not used in over six hundred years—was awakening.

Above the temple, swirling mana began to take shape, forming colossal glyphs of defense, movement, and amplification. Schools of glowing runic fish spread through the water, carrying command sigils to units stationed across the realm.

Naga warriors of every division gathered at the Nine Paths, a network of nine colossal trenches that converged just outside the ancestral temple. These paths, carved by ancient sea dragons, served as conduits for strategic alignment. Each path was led by a general, wearing crest armor and sea-emblem helms.

Thousands became tens of thousands. Tens of thousands became legions.

Within an hour, over a million elite soldiers had assembled, spread in disciplined waves across the trenches.

War chariots made of whale bone and enchanted coral formed the armored backbone of the army. Each chariot glowed with defensive barriers and offensive spikes that pulsed with runes of ancient origin. They were pulled by razor-scale sea serpents—each over twenty meters long, snorting steam through plated gills.

High above them soared the Beast Riders, riding majestic sea hawks and manta rays bound with lightning chains. Their duty was swift maneuver and overhead barrage—masters of aquatic wind and long-range spells.

Towering crabbehemoths stomped into the outer ring of the formation. These colossal war-beasts, each the size of a city block, bore fortress-like armor on their backs, with ballistae and arbalests mounted atop their shells. On their sides rode squads of war shamans, chanting invocations of tidal rage.

Meanwhile, the Water-blade Troops, the elite silent-force assassins of the Naga Clan, moved unseen. Cloaked in mist-veils, they hid within trenches and caves, ready to strike at any intruder who dared breach the front.

At the heart of the formation stood the Nine Great Command Banners, each planted with ceremony by a chosen High General.

From a vantage point on the floating sea dais, Kent stood beside Princess Neela and Princess Nyara, watching the vastness of the Nine-Heaven Formation unfold.

“I didn’t know the Naga clan could summon this scale,” Kent murmured.

Neela, her voice proud yet controlled, replied, “We haven’t… not since the Great Coral War. But this is our stand. Against two enemies and against fate.”

Nyara added, her eyes sharp, “Every soldier here believes. That’s all we need.”

The Sea Priests began descending from the inner temple, each wearing prayer robes made of kelp-silk and inlaid with soul-beads. They formed a circle, lifted their conches, and began the sacred invocation to bind the Nine-Heaven Formation.

“By the Will of the Sea Ancestor, we rise to protect what is ours!”

BOOM.

A tremor passed through the sea floor. Magical pillars rose at the nine trench paths—each forming a pillar of light. They converged above the battlefield, forming a dome of layered protection over the Naga domain.

The Nine-Heaven Dome was in place.

At that moment, Kent felt it—the entire sea realm vibrating slightly in response. The divine bow on his back let out a faint hum, resonating with the spirit of protection that now encased the army.

And far away, at the borders of the Coral Spirit Clan and Abyssal Shark Clan, enemy generals paused.

Their scouts sent warnings back.

“The Naga have activated the Nine-Heaven Formation. They are ready for war.”

Within the Coral Spirit’s Throne Reef, Ancestor Khagara’s expression twisted.

Within the blood caves of the Abyssal Sharks, the war horn trembled in anticipation.

Back on the battlefield, the Naga Clan’s trumpets blared one final time.

Tomorrow, the forbidden abyss would open.

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Far beyond the tranquil veil of Naga waters…

It had been years since the two sea clans had joined forces, yet the rise of the Naga Clan, and Kent’s presence, had forced an ancient pact to reawaken.

Old Ancestor Khagara of the Coral Spirit Clan, draped in a robe of bone-white coral and shimmering sea-pink scales, sat within his throne chamber surrounded by psychic mist. His sunken eyes snapped open as the jade slip from their forward scouts shattered in midair, its message now imprinted in his mind.

“They’ve activated the Nine-Heaven Formation,” he muttered darkly.

From the shadows emerged his three high war priests. “Shall we retreat and renegotiate, Lord Ancestor?”

“No,” Khagara’s voice thundered. “Let them think they’ve won the seas. Let them dream of holding the Sea God’s legacy. We’ll crush it under one claw. Ready the sacred pact. It’s time to awaken the Thousand Heavenly Claws Formation.”

Meanwhile, deep within the pressure-sealed vault of the Abyssal Shark Domain, Lord Russ—tall, fin-backed, and armored in obsidian scale-iron—stood before a giant blood mirror. His savage red eyes glinted with excitement.

When the same intelligence reached him, he did not curse nor rage—he grinned.

“So they’ve committed everything,” he said, his voice like a grinding abyss stone. “Then we shall repay their arrogance with annihilation.”

Khagara’s image appeared in the blood mirror. “Russ, the time has come. Our pact must breathe again.”

Russ nodded. “I’ve longed for it. The Heavenly Claws shall rise.”

That very night, messengers and conch-signals spread across the borders. From both clans, war drums began to echo—each beat a pulse of sea hatred passed down through generations.

In hidden trenches and inner reefs, the elite battalions stirred. Coral Spirit archers mounted on electric sting-rays armed with venom glass arrows moved out. Shark clan berserkers—half-man, half-predator—emerged from blood dens carrying bone cleavers and armor made from whale hearts.

Along the eastern current trench, two armies met.

Over 60,00,000 from the Coral Spirit Clan and 40,00,000 from the Abyssal Shark Clan now merged under a single banner: a colossal claw-shaped sigil that shimmered with the aura of sealed gods.

In the center of the forming army, nine blood pylons rose. Mages chanted in old tongue, weaving spells that fused the army’s command structure into a single entity.

“By the pact of the abyss and coral—rise, Thousand Heavenly Claws!”

Waves shuddered.

From the deepest rifts, ten Claw Generals—each a monstrous mage-warrior hybrid—stepped out in formation. They wore the sigils of ancient sea beasts across their torsos. Their armor was alive—crustaceans and parasitic worms pulsating across their body, enhancing their mana with raw ferocity.

Behind them came the Devourer Beast Legion, twenty-five creatures bred in secret: shark-octopus hybrids with mana-draining tentacles and armored skulls.

As the formation completed, the combined mana aura of the army began corrupting the water itself. What had once been blue turned to a faint maroon.

The fishes fled. The dolphins screeched. Even coral turned gray as if stripped of joy.

Within a crystal dome in the sky trench, Khagara stood beside Russ as they viewed the completed formation.

“The Claws are aligned,” Khagara confirmed. “With this, we crush their Nine-Heaven dream.”

Russ nodded. “We’ll claim the legacy for ourselves or bury it beneath the sea floor. Either way, the era of Naga ends here.”

Below them, the Thousand Heavenly Claws Formation activated its battle cry. Each soldier struck the ground with their weapons, unleashing thunderous vibrations across the ocean floor.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

And then silence.

They began to march—not slowly, but like a flood. With each step, magic pulses synchronized, aligning with the ancient war rhythm only sung once before, during the Godshatter Wars.

The coral cracked behind them. The blood trails of the Abyss churned beneath them.

Towards the Forbidden Abyss they moved, one command echoing in every soldier’s spirit:

“Kill the Scaled One. Destroy the Bow. Cripple the Naga.”

War was no longer a possibility. War was now a certainty.

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