A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 652 Iʼm Kidnapping Her From The Wedding

Archer continued watching the fights until a strange feeling washed over him as a portal opened next to their seats. Thatʼs when he heard a voice. ʼʼArch! Where are you?ʼʼ

Ella stumbled through the portal while holding a cup and slurring her words. Archerʼs eyes narrowed, but Teuila beat him to hit. ʼʼThat gremlin got El drunk!ʼʼ

The other girls started laughing as the half-elf spotted Archer and stumbled over to him to sit on his lap while slurring. ʼʼSeraʼs wine tastes very... nice. You. Should try some.ʼʼ

He chuckled while pulling Ella closer so she could rest her head on his shoulder, but instead of doing that, she got naughty and started nibbling his neck. While doing that, she mumbled. ʼʼI love... you Archer.ʼʼ

When Archer heard the drunk half-elfʼs words, he smiled before responding. ʼʼI love you too, El. Now go to sleep.ʼʼ

After he spoke, Ella curled up in his lap and fell asleep, causing the other girls to look at her with jealousy, but they understood that she was drunk, so they didnʼt bother with the sleeping elf anymore.

Once she was settled, Archer slipped his hand into the back of her dress, gently running his fingers up and down her back. The half-elfʼs reaction sent a shiver through him, accompanied by an endearing moan.

Archer turned his attention back to the match that was about to end and would be Hemeraʼs, then Maeveʼs. Soon after, the fight ended, but the announcer spoke to the crowd. ʼʼWe will have five more fights after this one. The queen wants to move to the Qualification Round as soon as possible.ʼʼ

She paused for a second before continuing. ʼʼCan Hemera Helios and Celeborn Highleaf come to the stage, please? Your match will begin soon.ʼʼ

The sun elf walked over to Archer before sharing a passionate kiss with him, which shocked the crowd and caused them to murmur.

ʼʼHeʼs a playboy!ʼʼ

ʼʼHow many girls does this white dragon have!ʼʼ

ʼʼLook at the beautiful girl asleep on his lap. Most men would love to be in that position!ʼʼ

The surrounding peopleʼs reactions caused Archer to laugh as he slapped Hemeraʼs bubble butt, causing her to yelp. Her yellow eyes turned to him, promising retribution, which he relished.

As Hemera stepped onto the stage, he watched with pride and anticipation. Archer decided to scan him to see what his stats were like.

[Celeborn Highleaf]

[Level: 65]

[Rank: Expert]

[Other information not available due to blocker]

Archer grew confused but decided to ask one of the girls later as the referee signaled the beginning of the fight. Celeborn, her wood elf foe, immediately cast shadow blasts toward Hemera.

Archer wasnʼt concerned; he knew Hemera was strong enough to defeat her opponent. With a confident smirk, she lifted her hand toward the approaching shadows. Suddenly, bright sunlight erupted from her palm, chasing away the darkness with sunlight.

The crowd gasped in wonder as the dazzling display unfolded before them. Hemeraʼs control over the sun was unmatched, and it showed in the way she effortlessly countered Celebornʼs attacks.

Blinded by the sudden burst of light, Archer watched as her opponent faltered momentarily, his movements slowing as he struggled to adjust to the brightness. Seizing the chance, she swiftly closed the distance between them with surprising speed.

In a blink of an eye, Hemera swept Celebornʼs legs out from under him, causing him to stumble and lose his balance. As he began to fall, she delivered a powerful punch straight to his face, the impact sending him crashing to the ground with a thud.

After the attack, Hemera jumped backward as he struggled to regain his footing, but let him get up as she prepared to attack; a sense of desperation washed over him. Channeling the power of nature, he cast a healing spell on himself, hoping to mend his wounds.

A greenish aura enveloped him briefly as the spell took effect, soothing his injuries and restoring his energy. But panic set in as he realized Hemera was charging forward and was getting too close before he could react.

Celeborn didnʼt waste any time and conjured a tendril of shadow energy before lashing out in a last-ditch effort to defend himself. However, Hemera was one step ahead as she expected the attack.

Her moves were a blur to the crowd as she easily dodged the shadowʼs tendrils. While smoothly darting around them, she closed the distance between them with determination in her yellow eyes.

Archer watched intently as Hemera used sun magic on her feet and surged forward to confront Celeborn. The sun elf didnʼt think as she unleashed a Sun Blast aimed directly at his chest.

The intense light enveloped him in a blinding flash, leaving the crowd momentarily stunned by the display of power. Celeborn staggered backward, the force of the blast knocking him off his feet and sending him crashing to the ground once more.

Struggling to rise, Celeborn raised him, but Hemera harnessed her sun magic once more and delivered a spinning kick aimed at his jaw, sending him reeling before he succumbed to unconsciousness.

Hemera stopped with a smile as radiant as the sun before bowing to the crowd, acknowledging their applause. After that, the referee announced her as the winner before she returned to a grinning Archer.

When she came close, he spoke in a proud tone. ʼʼThat was brilliant, Hemi. What was that spell you use to go fast?ʼʼ

The sun elf giggled before answering. ʼʼSun Blast. But I use it on my feet to get a quick burst of speed.ʼʼ

All the girls greeted her with smiles. Ella murmured something, though no one could quite make out her words. Afterward, it was Maeveʼs turn to fight. Archer spotted her fiery orange hair as she confidently stepped onto the stage following the announcerʼs call.

Archer looked at her even closer and admitted to himself that she was stunningly beautiful, reminding him of a Celtic warrior from Earth. She was muscular and had big boobs which bounced every time she moved.

He was mesmerized until he heard Leira. ʼʼLike the Avaloch Princess husband?ʼʼ

When Archer heard the cat girl, he turned to her with a smile. ʼʼYes. Sheʼs a lovely girl, and I think I will steal her from her wedding after the tournament.ʼʼ

Leira nodded before giggling as she explained. ʼʼMe and the girls have spoken. We agreed that Maeve should be one of them if you were to go after any more girls. She likes you and doesnʼt want to get married but canʼt go against her duty.ʼʼ

Archer sighed. ʼʼYeah. Lioran said sheʼs serious when it comes to stuff like that. But will me kidnapping her make her disregard that duty?ʼʼ

ʼʼYes. Just look at the way sheʼs looking at you, Arch.ʼʼ She responded while pointing at the stage.

He looked at Meave, who was staring at him with a smile, but there was something in her grey eyes. She mouthed something before turning to her opponent, a regular-looking girl using a weapon he had never seen.

Archer turned to Leira and asked. ʼʼDo you know what she said?ʼʼ

The cat girl nodded and recited what the orange-haired girl had said. ʼʼTake me away from my wedding, but it wonʼt be easy, dragonʼʼ

ʼʼThe Avaloch Princess will be mine, Leira. You watch me.ʼʼ Archer declared before paying even more attention to the fight.

Teuila nudged her and spoke. ʼʼWhat is he ranting about now?ʼʼ

Leira laughed before telling her what he said. ʼʼHe wants to claim Maeve Avaloch, and sheʼs not making it easy for him. This ignites his dragon instincts, making him want her even more now.ʼʼ

The blue-haired girl started laughing. Thatʼs when Halime joined in, ʼʼSheʼs playing hard to get. Maeve likes him even more than he does her but wants that to change by teasing him.ʼʼ

Everyone turned to Archer, who was focusing on Maeve jiggly behind as the referee signaled for the fight to start. His excitement surged as she stormed toward her opponent with unwavering strides.

The crowd held its breath, anticipation palpable in the air. Maeveʼs fiery orange hair blazed like a beacon of fire as she closed the distance between herself and her adversary. With lightning-fast reflexes, Maeve expertly batted away the girlʼs weapons.

Every movement unfolded with meticulous skill, displaying the finesse of a seasoned warrior. Archer couldnʼt help but be astonished by the display of skill before him, captivated by the Celtic-like girl.

Each strike was imbued with a savage fury that stirred something within him, a primal attraction to her fierce combat prowess. Maeve lunged forward in a quick and skilled maneuver, her blade slicing through the air with deadly accuracy.

The edge of her sword connected with the girlʼs thighs, leaving deep gashes in its wake. With a cry of pain, the opponent staggered backward, her balance faltering as she stumbled.

As the defeated girl lay unconscious on the ground, attended to by the healers, the referee declared Maeve the matchʼs victor. Archer watched her step off the stage and handed the sleeping Ella to Teuila, who happily took the half-elf.

He rose from his seat and strode purposefully towards the orange-haired girl, noting her conversation with a man and woman resembling her. However, his attention was drawn to a brutish-looking man standing nearby, gazing at her with a possessive intensity that pissed him off.

Archerʼs mind churned with jealousy as he observed the scene unfolding before him and thought to himself, a determined glint in his eyes. ”Iʼm kidnapping her from the wedding.ʼʼ

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