A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 817 My Grandson Is Very Skilled

Archerʼs tongue traced over Brookeʼs wet pussy, causing her to quiver in delight as the pleasure overwhelmed the Pseudo-God. But he intensified his licking until she was screaming her lungs out as the ecstasy of his tongue washed over her.

ʼʼOh, my grandson is very skilled with his tongue,ʼʼ she spoke in an intoxicating voice. ʼʼI am a lucky woman to have such a man lick me whenever I need it.ʼʼ

He was lost in the sweet taste of her love juices; Archer continued to please the older woman, who grabbed his head and pushed it into her pussy, forcing his tongue deeper, which caused her to climax.

ʼʼArghhhhh,ʼʼ Brooke let out an erotic moan as the pleasure struck her like lightning, which made her climax directly into his mouth.

Love juices flowed freely, causing him to groan as Archer loved the sweet and tangy taste that poured down his throat. While doing this, Brooke ran her hands through his hair, let out heavy breaths, and moaned as he hit a weak spot inside her pussy, ʼʼMmmmgh.ʼʼ

Archer was taken aback when Brooke climbed off him and straightened her dress with a smile. The older woman then looked at him affectionately, ʼʼGet up, student, I have the perfect fighting style for you,ʼʼ she said.

He got up and shook his head while covered in his Omaʼs love juices, which turned him on even more, but Archer pushed that thought away before casting Cleanse on himself and questioning, ʼʼHow are you going to teach me? The Swarm Hordes are attacking right now, and Iʼll be fighting all over Pluoria.ʼʼ

Brooke nodded in understanding, ʼʼIʼve seen your fighting, which resembles a wild monster and has no skill or finesse.ʼʼ

Archerʼs eyebrow raised, ʼʼOma. Do you realize I am a monster in a way? This form is my secondary one.ʼʼ

ʼʼOf course, I know this idiot!ʼʼ she bonked him on the head. ʼʼDo you think your grandmother is stupid? This is why Iʼm teaching you the Savage Fang Technique, which was created and mastered by people who are no longer living and are lost to history.ʼʼ

Brooke waved her hand, and a chair appeared behind Archer before she pushed him into it and continued talking, ʼʼThe Fang Grandmaster, a dear friend of mine, and she taught me all their ways before the whole clan went to battle the Novgorodians.ʼʼ

She began to stride back and forth. ”Just imagine, 30,000 Fang Warriors, revered for their honor, stood against the Novgorod Legions as they swept across their homeland. Among their conquests was Carthage, a city under siege, with its citizens facing certain death. Yet, amidst the chaos, one young boy slipped through the enemyʼs hold, finding refuge in a mountain monastery.”

Archer watched as a painful expression crossed her face. Still, she pushed it aside and resumed speaking, ʼʼMy old friend Sakura Yamamoto listened to the boy and was incensed when hearing the stories of what the Novgorodians torture of the people.ʼʼ

Brooke sighed, ʼʼShe rallied every Fang Master, Apprentice, and anyone she could find and raised an army before charging at the besieging army.ʼʼ

He continued to listen, but her dainty hand shot out and touched his forehead as she finished speaking, ʼʼWitness the opening of a 20-year rebellion that shook Thrylos to the core.ʼʼ

After she spoke, Archer was transported to a hilltop where a beautiful coastal city was attacked by a well-organized army below, which he quickly recognized as the Novgorodians. They fired cannons into the city as the defenders shot back powerful spells.

He turned around and was taken aback by a sea of people stretching into the distance, with a beautiful woman standing at the front. Archer noticed her striking purple hair and glowing red eyes.

ʼShe seems strong as her aura is wild, reminds me of a dragons,ʼ he thought while watching her address the people.

Archer quickly noticed Sakura Yamamoto was muscular and looked to be in her late twenties, but he knew she must have been a lot older by how she carried herself, which was soon confirmed when he heard her mention fifty years in this world, which took him by surprise.

Sakura was not old and gorgeous, with supermodel facial features and a well-trained body. He never failed to notice that she had a perfect behind and large boobs that was barely held in by her uniform.

He shook his head while watching the great army cheer, which shook the ground as they started charging down the hill. Archer was amazed at how fearless they were and how they didnʼt care for the Novgorodians, who outnumbered them.

The Fang Warriors, clad in armor adorned with ancient symbols, moved like wild beasts unleashed. Their battle cries echoed across the battlefield, drowning out the sounds of war and shocking the enemy.

Archer could see the fear flicker in the enemyʼs eyes as the wild warriors descended upon them. The disciplined lines faltered as chaos erupted, and the clash of steel rang out like a symphony of war.

He felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he witnessed the fury of the Fang Warriors. They fought unmatched ferocity, cutting through the enemy ranks like a scythe through wheat.

Despite being outnumbered, the Fang Warriors showed no signs of retreat. They fought with a determination born of centuries of honor and tradition, each strike fueled by the memory of their fallen comrades.

Archerʼs breath caught in his throat as he watched the battle unfold, his eyes locked on the figure leading the charge. Her purple hair billowing in the wind, Sakura Yamamoto led her warriors with unwavering resolve.

Before long, darkness enveloped the scene, and Archer found himself back on their mountaintop. Shaking his head, he glanced at Brooke, who greeted him with a smile. She extended a finger towards his forehead, channeling mana into his body.

ʼʼThis will hurt, but Iʼm sure youʼre used to it by now,ʼʼ Brooke said with a smirk as he felt something rush into his mind.

When Archer felt that, he let out a pain-filled groan as it felt like he was getting stabbed in the head, and the headache got even worse. He dropped to his knees as loads of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind.

Many scenes showed him how to fight like a wild monster, which was helpful to him. While they were happening, a notification popped up.

[Wild Fang Style Learned]

Archer smiled when he saw this but was brought out of it as his body dodged to the side, which shocked him. Brooke giggled, ʼʼItʼs already activated.ʼʼ

ʼʼWhat are you talking about?ʼʼ he questioned.

ʼʼYour body is already adapting to the skill you just learned, which is interesting. It may be because youʼre a White Dragon or just smart, but I doubt that as youʼre not the savviest goblin in the cave,ʼʼ Brooke said.

Archerʼs face twitched before he retorted, ʼʼDonʼt call me a goblin, Oma! Youʼre the lewd woman who became your grandsonʼs lover!ʼʼ

Brooke laughed even more as her green eyes gleamed, ʼʼIf you continue with that mouth of yours, Iʼll put it back to work.ʼʼ

When Archer heard this, something inside him clicked, and he continued to taunt her, which she returned by sitting on his face again. Brooke soon realized he loved doing it and wouldnʼt complain, as it had been decades since sheʼd been with someone.

Once she climaxed in his mouth, the two of them stopped before she taught him some movement techniques that would allow him to dodge more efficiently when fighting stronger opponents.

He soon learned that she was an expert in martial arts, which impressed him. Brooke taught him many ways to deal with powerful enemies, including stealth and misdirection, and how to get away using his shadows and Blink.

After they were done, the beautiful older woman turned to him and said, ʼʼMy Little Light. It has been wonderful teaching you for now.ʼʼ

She approached him and cupped his cheeks, her eyes filled with warmth. ”You have been one of the best students Iʼve ever had. Fate must be smiling on me, bringing my handsome grandson to be my other half. Itʼs odd but interesting; not many young men would be into an older woman like me. But you, my darling, are the exception.”

After Brooke spoke, she leaned forward and kissed him; when Archer felt her soft, plump lips against his, it caused another shock to run through his body until they separated. Once they did, a smile appeared on her beautiful face before she stepped back.

ʼʼI have to attend a meeting,ʼʼ Brooke said while looking into the distance before turning her gaze toward him. ʼʼPrepare Archer. The future looks bleak, and to my anguish, youʼre outnumbered 100 to 1 by foes I cannot speak of due to a pact between the Pseudo Gods of Thrylos.ʼʼ

ʼʼPact?ʼʼ

Brooke nodded, ʼʼYes, itʼs an agreement between Thryloʼs most powerful not to interfere in wars and disputes of the realms they belong to. Iʼm sure you will be invited to join such a council, but I feel you will reject such an offer,ʼʼ she smiled before concluding. ʼʼShow the gods what you can become and shine even when the world is against you.ʼʼ

As he watched her fade, a pang of emotion gripped his heart. She spoke one last time with a loving smile, her voice gentle yet firm, ”Do not tire, do not give up, or everything youʼve built will crumble. I will return when the time is right, but remember, Little Light, I will always be here for you.”

Archer didnʼt know how to feel when she was gone, as the interaction was confusing, but who was he to question powerful beings who did as they wanted? After that, he summoned his wings and flew toward Valoria City.