A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 943: Everyone Halt This Madness At Once

Chapter 943: Everyone Halt This Madness At Once

Once the Demi-God fell lifeless at his feet, Archer drew a deep breath and unleashed a torrent of violet dragon fire that surged down the street like a raging tsunami. The searing flames roared with fury, incinerating flesh and scorching stone alike.

Thanks to Demetra’s tattoo, the flames swept past her unharmed, continuing their relentless path of destruction, “They deserve this! I came here in peace, but the central continent was plotting against me again!’ he thought while gritting his teeth in anger.

Following the dragon breath attack, Archer used Mana Manipulation to propel himself like a bullet through the wave of people blocking them from the rear. While doing this, he held out his claws, which cut through thousands of soldiers and people like a hot knife cuts through butter.

‘Fuck them all, they will learn not to go against me,’ he internally raged.

After that sudden attack, a blood river covered the street, and this only increased his bloodlust; he continued to slaughter everyone who packed the street. Archer tore soldiers into meat chunks while decapitating others with his Shadow Prince form, causing a panic.

He massacred everyone that trapped him and Demetra on that street until there were mounds of brutalized soldiers and citizens stacked as high as the burned building, but this didn’t stop his bloodlust until the shark woman grabbed his hand.

Demetra spun him around and kissed him. Archer’s love calmed him down, allowing him to see what he had done. He shook his head and summoned his wings before taking off so they could rush back to the inn.

Once Archer soared above the city, Demetra cried, “There’s an Anti-Mana shield!”

It was too late as he flew straight through it and felt all the mana sucked out of his body in an instant, causing him to fall back to the ground. Archer shielded Demetra by wrapping his wings around her.

Following that, he started crashing through buildings and homes until he landed a few meters from the inn. Archer’s head was spinning, but he began to suck in the world’s mana, allowing him to struggle to his feet as he felt weak.

Demetra supported him as they walked back to the inn, but soon enough, they were surrounded by even more enemies. Archer saw this and cast Plasma Missiles into the crowd, causing explosions to erupt all across the street.

Once the way was clear, the two walked toward the inn, and when they got close, they noticed the knights fighting Novgorodian soldiers. Archer raised his hand, summoned the Shadow Creatures, and ordered them to kill the enemies.

The wave of darkness washed over them as the couple passed the White Dragon Knights, where they met up with the other women. Archer noticed Nala, Teuila, Edith, and Meera were out cold while the building burned behind them.

“What happened to them?” Archer question Brooke.

She looked down with a guilty look as she explained, “They hit up with poison bombs, Little Light. I managed to keep them alive, but we must see Halime, as she would be perfect to deal with toxins.”

Archer nodded and carefully lifted Teuila into his arms. Meanwhile, Brooke and Demetra attended to Edith and Nala, each woman supported by her companion. Some knights placed Meera and Jaya on stretchers, while others provided cover, forming a protective barrier around them.

Following that, the White Knights circled them as Archer shouted, “Let’s fight our way toward the harbor!”

As he spoke, a wave of mana shells crashed into the city, causing firestorms to erupt. Archer, the women, and the knights started fighting through the horde of enemy soldiers from all different kingdoms and empires.

While doing this, Archer wondered what he had done, but that’s when Aisha sent him some alarming news: [My love. The Church of Light is spreading vicious lies about you. They are claiming that you’re butchering innocent Novgorodian villages. Try not to kill anyone, or they will use it against us]

When Archer heard this, he gulped and remembered the massacre and the situation they were in now. He thought, ‘This is what they wanted! The emperor and pope want us to kill these soldiers. Then the world will turn against Draconia.’

After this thought, the White Knights were halted as some soldiers started firing mana ballista that sliced through the air. When the projectiles struck, they tore the Draconian soldiers apart like blades cutting grass.

A dozen dropped to the ground, lifeless, only to be replaced by others who took their place. Archer cast the Crown of Stars spell, and violet motes erupted. The glowing missiles streaked through the air, striking the ballistae with explosive force, sending violent shockwaves through the harbor.

Chaos ensued, and the battle raged closer to the docks; Everett and the other elders moved to stop the fight and rushed in between the two forces. With authority and desperation, the elderly leader stepped forward, his voice booming across the tumultuous scene.

“Everyone, halt this madness at once! There’s no need for this bloodshed when words can do more than a sword! A darkness is coming, an evil so vile it threatens to drown the world, and if we want to see the dawn, we need to be united.”

When Archer heard this, he stepped forward with Teuila in his arms and demanded, “What is the meaning of this Everett? We came here in peace only to be attacked by the other

kingdoms.”

“This has nothing to do with me, Dragon King; I want peace for Thrylos!” Everett replied in a determined voice.

Archer stepped forward and declared, “Draconia will bring peace to the world under the white dragon banner!” His gaze swept over the surrounding rulers, their guards bristling around

them.

The old man was about to speak when an explosive bolt landed between them. Archer summoned his wings before shielding Teuila as Everett was blown to bits by a ballista bolt. Once the dust settled, a booming voice rang out, “Archer Wyldheart and the evil Draconians have killed the Conference elders! Kill them all, and don’t let them escape.”

“We need to move now!” Archer commanded. “Get the knights moving, commander!”

Following this, they continued to fight through a sea of soldiers and angry citizens who charged at them with whatever weapon they could get a hold of. Archer continued to unleash his wide range of spells that pushed the enemy back.

With the harbor only five minutes away, the enemy’s reinforcements had doubled, forcing the White Knights to halt their advance. The situation grew increasingly dire, and in response, Brooke and Demetra unleashed their powerful magic upon the encroaching enemy ranks.

The magical onslaught was not enough to turn the tide despite their efforts. However, a familiar horn’s blast pierced through the chaos, catching everyone’s attention. Moments later, the Dragon Marines surged into the fray from behind the enemy, their arrival cutting down scores of foes and shifting the battle balance once more.

With this extra help, Archer, the women who were still awake but tired, and the knights pushed through but were losing too many soldiers. His heart ached when the Draconian’s

ranks were thinning out.

All but twenty had fallen in the battle along with the Dragon Marines who joined them. Archer summoned Stone Golems and his Shadow Creatures when all his mana returned. With this

extra help, the enemy was slaughtered.

Soon enough, they made it back to the harbor, where Archer’s Pride continued to bombard the city as the other vessels of the First Fleet appeared and aided with the attack. When Archer saw this, he ordered the surviving soldiers onto the landing craft that just appeared. Archer pushed Brooke and Demetra onto the next craft before giving them an unconscious Teuila. He told them to meet him on the ship while he dealt with the enemies so the remaining knights and marines could escape.Nôv(el)B\jnn

The two women reluctantly agreed, but the shark woman promised to return to assist. As the landing crafts departed toward the ships, Archer turned and commanded the remaining soldiers to withdraw, which they promptly did.

With a fierce resolve, he raised his hand and began casting Azur Cannon and Eldritch Blasts, unleashing devastating beams and dark energies into the frenzied crowd. Then, with a quick and powerful motion, Archer leaped forward, his claws and tail slicing through the chaos, carving a path through the enraged masses.

Archer frequently glanced over his shoulder, monitoring the First Fleet as it sailed away from the harbor, its retreating vessels punctuated by the explosions he created with his relentless fire.

Despite the destructive barrage, enemy forces surged forward in ever-increasing waves. Among the attackers, Archer spotted a chaotic mix of demi-humans, elves, demons, and other races, all united by a singular purpose: to see him dead.

Seeing the enemy reinforcements closing in, Archer quickly summoned additional Stone Men to fend them off. Taking a deep breath, he unleashed a torrent of dragon fire that surged forward like a storm, reducing thousands of foes to ash.

Archer noticed the enemy war machines targeting the fleet as the flames subsided. His heart sank as a cruiser erupted in a massive explosion while the remaining vessels escaped into the

open ocean.

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