A Journey That Changed The World. - Chapter 959: Introduce Our Mothers To A Devil

Chapter 959: Introduce Our Mothers To A Devil

[Brendan Avaloch’s POV]

Brendan’s warship patrolled the waters beyond the Devil King’s island kingdom, where rumors of torture and fear circulated among the locals. Initially skeptical of the tales, his doubts vanished when he saw the Memory Stones circulating among the crew, showing several massacres committed by the White Dragon.

“That boy is a devil; I’ve heard so many rumors about his evil deeds,’ he thought.

Now stationed at the prow of the Avaloch Kingdom Battleship, he gazed ahead, where a thick, violet fog loomed menacingly, obscuring the path forward. The mist seemed to hang like a warning of the darkness that lay beyond.

The Avaloch kingdom had aligned itself with the Central Powers when word of war broke out due to the White Dragon kidnapping his cousin, Maeve. He was enraged along with the people and rallied many kingdoms to the cause.

‘How dare he kidnap my little cousin,’ he thought while getting angry. ‘I will be the first to cut down a Draconian as we invade their evil kingdom.’

Brendan watched the horizon as many ships of the Alliance docked at the sea city that the Novgorodians built. Their ship was heading in that direction just as an alarm sounded off, causing him to look behind him.

He spotted the Death Mist vanishing as a fleet of ships could be seen. Brendan was shocked but only increased when the enemy vessels started firing a barrage of mana shells that soared into the air.

Following that, the Alliance fired back, but their attack was blocked just as hell descended upon them. Brendan witnessed large missiles slamming into every ship around them and the city.

Explosions erupted in all directions, causing him to crouch down just as the warship he was on exploded. The impact sent him crashing into the water below as more explosions rang out, and the Avalochian ships were all removed.

Brendan watched as hell descended on them as sailors screamed out for help while the corpses of the fallen were dragged below by the sea monsters. When he saw this, he panicked and soon found refuge in floating debris.

While recovering, he looked into the sky as more screaming sounded out, and Brendan was shocked as a wave of missiles struck them. A fierce explosion turned him into ash, along with most of the survivors of the Alliance fleet.

Once the Draconians had finished their attack, the Death Mist appeared again, allowing them to rescue any survivors. By the time it was over, only a few hundred men and women survived the sudden attack.

The Alliance rallied the remaining nearby ships to come to help the survivors, but as they got closer and started pulling the sailors out, more missiles rained down on them, causing the vessels to sink.

When the commanders realized it was a trap, they tried to flee, but hundreds more missiles hit them. At the same time, the three other sea cities were sunk, and ninety percent of their fleet was decimated in the surprise attack.

Thanks to the Draconians’ sudden attack, the Alliance was thrown into confusion, as some kingdoms lost their entire navy, save two or three vessels. The rulers of the nations demanded compensation, which meant the Pope had to promise that they would get more of the loot once the enemy was defeated.

Hundreds of thousands of well-trained sailors were butchered by the White King’s evil weapons, which the Swarm gave him. The Church of Light spread this news worldwide, causing the heroes to be summoned a while back to offer to slay the Demon King, which the Pope happily accepted.

Rumors spoke of the White King being spotted on Avidia exploring the land, causing the heroes to rush there, which would cause even more headaches for the Pope and Emperor of the Novgorod Empire.

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[The Hero’s POV]

The five heroes were taken to Avidia several days later with one hundred of the best warriors the Church of Light could spare. They took a vessel south, docked in the Duskfire Empire, and were welcomed by their Empress, Embera Duskfire.

Natsumi smiled at the beautiful elf woman with long orange hair that reminded her of lava and the same colored eyes. She knew this woman was much older than them, causing Tammy to speak, “Empress Embera, we thank you for helping us search for the White Devil. We heard he was on Avidia.”

“My soldiers have been fighting him for days,” Embera disclosed, her voice tinged with frustration. “And all the devil has done is create chaos since I turned down his offer.” The three girls exchanged curious glances, intrigued by the revelation.

“What was his offer?” Natsumi questioned.

Meanwhile, Tim and Jason were spellbound by Embera’s elven beauty, their admiration plain to see. The others had to pinch them sharply to bring them back to reality, shaking them out of their daze.

Emily reassured Tim before returning her attention to Embera, who continued, “He sought my hand in marriage and wanted us to join the expanding Draconia Kingdom. But I refused him outright, and now we’re dealing with the repercussions of that decision.”

“He likes older women?” Jason blurted out, his curiosity getting the better of him. His question earned him a sharp glare from Embera.

The empress sighed before responding, “It appears so. The devil did send a woman much older than myself, and his specific words suggested a preference for women a lot older than him, which is confusing.”

When the heroes heard this, Emily turned to the Japanese girl, who was giggling mischievously. “Looks like we have a milf enthusiast on our hands,” she said with a playful smirk. “Imagine if he got his hands on mother or Michelle-he’d probably have a field day with those two.”Nôv(el)B\jnn

Natsumi nodded in agreement. “Maybe my mother would lighten up; it’s been a decade since she’s had any action. Perhaps I could play matchmaker,” she suggested with a cheeky grin. Tammy’s frustration boiled over as she smacked the two mischievous girls on the head. “Stop being ridiculous! Why on earth would we introduce our mothers to a devil?”

After the meeting, the group pursued the White Devil, and three demonesses accompanied them. Emily led the search with determination, Natsumi covered their rear, and Tammy prepared her magical spells.

They scoured the area for days until they stumbled upon a campsite where a group of young people were unwinding. Natsumi and Tammy halted when they noticed the young man at the

group’s center.

The Japanese girl turned to her friend, her voice tinged with concern. “Why is that guy so incredibly handsome? I can’t help but feel drawn to him. This isn’t good, Tam!”

While she said that, the young man stood up and excitedly said, “I’m guessing you’re the

Chuch of Light heroes who were summoned from Earth.”

They were shocked when the group heard this, but Emily stepped forward and asked suspiciously, “You speak of Earth as you know it?”

The young man’s following words shocked them all to the core, “Well that’s because I was, I died there and reincarnated on Thrylos into what I am now.”‘

While speaking, the white-haired boy looked at them all, and when his gaze landed on Tim,

his eyes widened in shock, which alarmed the group as they circled their friend. The young man shook his head and introduced himself with a charming smile that made Natsumi’s and Tammy’s hearts race, “I am Archer Wyldheart, the King on Draconia and the Devil King as the

Pope calls me.”

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[Anatoly Volkovitch’s POV]

Anatoly was relaxing in Novgorod, the empire’s capital, while his armies prepared to invade the neutral kingdom. While checking out the paperwork, his mother, Catherine, dropped it on his desk. As he did this, the door opened, and his first wife walked in.

Anastasia was a strikingly beautiful woman with cascading blonde hair, radiant blue eyes, and a figure that could rival the most celebrated models on Earth. Her curvaceous form, particularly her flawlessly proportioned chest, captivated the admiration of many men across

the empire.

As she entered the office, another bang resounded on the door, causing Anatoly to shout,

“Come in!”

The army commander rushed in and quickly announced, “The Devil King decimated hundreds of Alliance warships and destroyed the Rift.”

When Anatoly heard this, he was shocked as he stood up and demanded, “What happened!”

“We have a Memory Stone for you to watch, my lord,” the commander said while handing

him the crystal-like object.

Anatoly took it and watched the chaos. He saw a rain of missiles fall upon the Alliance fleets, causing explosions to ring out all over the sea. He witnessed the Draconians make the Death Mist vanish before attacking them with unknown weapons that decimated their forces. Following that, the rescue ships emerged only to be immediately targeted by another wave of missiles, which struck every vessel in sight. Anatoly was stunned by the devastating outcome, as thousands of warships and sailors were obliterated within minutes.

In response to the catastrophic loss, the emperor urgently instructed his government to develop advanced shields and countermeasures. This new directive aimed to equip their forces to withstand the devil’s formidable weaponry in the escalating conflict. [Drop some powerstones, comments, and gifts to help the novel grow; I appreciate all the support you can give]