A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1112: The King Has Returned

Nala completely wiped out the remaining soldiers, allowing the Lionheart Rebels to escape to the coast as she ensured no one followed them. They finally reached the shore, where they could rest.

As Inara and her commanders approached, Nala shifted back into her humanoid form, and they bowed respectfully. ”Thank you for coming to our aid, Princess,” Inara said gratefully. ”The fortress was on the verge of falling, we were nearly out of water, and our food supplies were exhausted days ago.”

”ʼQueen,” she replied to the older woman. ”Iʼm no longer a princess but a Queen of the Draconia Kingdom.”

Inara and the commanders nodded, but Nala dragged the grey-haired lioness off to the side as she questioned with narrowed eyes, ”You donʼt have a husband?”

She shook her head, ”No, Your Majesty, between the wars, monster waves, and rebellion, thereʼs no time for love.”

When she heard this, Nala grinned and suggested, ”Well, my husband is always looking for strong women, and I know youʼve met him already.”

Inara blinked in surprise but then shook her head, skeptical, ”Are you suggesting I should join his harem?”

Nala grinned broadly. ”Yes! Youʼre a distant relative through Grandmother Malakia, and I know youʼre a fierce fighter. Youʼd fit right in.”

The older lioness was taken aback, but a scent reached their noses, causing their tails to stand on edge. Nala spun around and noticed a swarm of monsters rushing in their direction, which annoyed her.

”Get the people moving,” she said while readying herself. ”I will hold them back; we need to reach the fortress.”

When Inara heard this, her face was concerned, but Nala smiled reassuringly. ”Donʼt worry,” she said. ʼʼIʼll make sure you reach the legion fortress safely. It will take them a while to break through; Darling designed those walls to withstand anything.”

The grey-haired lioness nodded before ordering the Lionheart soldiers to rush along the shore. At the same time, Nala transformed into her Pirmal form and let out a frightening roar that stopped the enemy army momentarily.

Without hesitation, she charged, the ground quaking beneath her. The Alliance soldiers, though well-trained, faltered as they saw her massive lion form barreling toward them. Those in the front rows braced themselves, but Nala was unstoppable.

She crashed into the line like a storm unleashed, her claws slashing through armor and flesh with terrifying ease. Her first swipe sent several soldiers sprawling, weapons clattering to the ground, armor torn as if made of paper.

Blood sprayed across the battlefield as her powerful claws swept through the front row, scattering soldiers like leaves in the wind. Nala continued to attack, but thatʼs when a dozen spells hit her.

ʼDammit, that hurt!ʼ she thought.

The sudden attack sent her flying across the battlefield and crashing down as the Alliance soldiers rushed at her, but they were stopped as a wave of arrows and spells slammed into their front ranks.

They collapsed to the ground as Draconian Demi-Humans rushed out of the nearby treeline and smashed into the side of the enemy army. Nala watched them cut through the soldiers until reaching her.

Nala struggled to rise, but the spells had taken their toll, forcing her back into her humanoid form. She reached for her health potion and downed it. Just then, a glint of armor caught her eye. Inara, flanked by a hundred Lionheart soldiers, emerged behind her, rallying alongside the Draconians.

ʼWhere did they come from?ʼ she thought, surprised but grateful. Without hesitation, she drew her swords, gripping them tightly as her soldiers closed ranks around her.

Following that, the enemy soldiers surrounded them in a sea of bodies, which worried her, but she started killing the Alliance troops with skill. Even though she killed many of them, more would take their place.

Hours passed, and the battlefield was littered with fallen warriors; only fifty or so Draconians stood as the Alliance forces pressed their advantage, driving deeper with each assault. Amidst the chaos, Nala found herself face-to-face with a Demi-God.

Drawing on years of training, the lioness matched his every strike with swift, precise movements, her muscles coiled and ready. The Demi-God seemed amused, meeting her blows with dismissive ease, his confidence bordering on arrogance.

But Nala held her ground, her eyes blazing with determination, watching for any opening. At last, she saw her chance. As he swung a brutal punch, she ducked low, slipping past his fist and slicing upward with deadly grace.

Her blade bit into his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood that stood stark against his unblemished skin. The Demi-Godʼs eyes narrowed in fury as he stepped forward to retaliate, but his advance was interrupted by a roar so powerful, so chilling, it pierced the heavens.

Nala felt the ground tremble beneath them, and an unnatural silence fell over the battlefield. From the farthest reaches of Pluoria to the deserts of Avidia, every living soul froze, feeling the raw, seething anger woven into that primal sound.

The soldiers halted mid-swing, eyes wide with dread as the roar reverberated, echoing across mountains and valleys. Nalaʼs heart pounded, but her fear turned to joy, unlike the others.

Her blue eyes lit up, and a fierce smile spread across her face as she shouted, ”The king has returned!”

Suddenly, three dark shapes appeared high above, growing larger with terrifying speed as they plummeted toward the ground. Before anyone could react, the figures crashed into the heart of the Alliance army, sending soldiers scattering in all directions.

Deafening, bone-chilling screeches erupted from the impact zone as three massive Hydras rose from the dust and debris, their many heads writhing with deadly intent. Their fanged maws tore through armor and flesh, leaving trails of devastation in their wake.

The soldierʼs organized ranks dissolved into chaos, screams of terror mingling with the guttural roars of the Hydras as they tore into every enemy in sight. Nala watched a fierce pride swelling in her chest.

”Those are the hydra sisters!ʼ she thought before darting toward the creatures.

Raven and Sable breathed deadly black clouds all over the Alliance army that caused pain- filled screams to echo across the battlefield. While this was happening, Azura got punched by

the Demi-God.

The Hydra roared up, but the enemy went to strike again by casting a powerful spell that would hurt Azura. Nala watched as someone battered the spell away and quickly noticed the man sheʼd loved since meeting all those years ago.

ʼDarling, Itʼs so good that youʼre back,ʼ she thought with a big smile.

Archer was hovering in the air with a knowing grin as he vanished, only to reappear in front of the Demi-God, who was visibly shocked. Thatʼs when her lion ears twitched when hearing her loverʼs deep voice, ”You tried to harm my wife? Are you foolish human?ʼ

Without letting the man speak, she watched Archer grab the enemy by the neck before tearing his soul from the body. Her eyes widened as she watched him throw the corpse at the ground below as three figures appeared above.

Nalaʼs heart raced as she realized one of them was stronger while the other matched his strength. Her gaze flicked to Archer, who grinned, ”It doesnʼt matter if there are three of

you,” he declared, his voice thunderous and unwavering.

”Iʼll push beyond my limits and make the Alliance regret ever crossing me or my wives.”His body began to glow with fierce determination. Now, show me what youʼve got!”

Nala observed in awe as her lover dashed forward, his violet eyes blazing with fury. The two Demi-Gods charged, their towering forms bristling with light mana, but he was already moving like a blur.

With a single, devastating punch, she watched as Archer struck the first Demo-God square in the chest. The impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air as the shockwave knocked her

back.

Thatʼs when Nala noticed the creatureʼs body crumbled, collapsing in a heap. The second Alliance Demi-God lunged, roaring in rage, but Archer was faster. He sidestepped, his glowing fist driving into its ribcage with a sickening crunch.

The blow shattered its defenses, and with one last strike, he brought the creature crashing to

the ground. The dust settled in a thick haze, the echoes of battle fading into silence. Nala stood frozen, breathless, as Archer remained untouched and unyielding.

ʼSo fucking strong! He never used his full power on those two!ʼ she thought as her blue eyes gleamed with admiration.

His eyes locked onto the Pseudo-God, a savage grin spreading across his face. He pointed directly at the man, his voice cold. ”Youʼre next,” he said, each word laced with a promise. But your death will be anything but pretty. You may have been trained to face me... but itʼs useless when it comes to the real thing.”

The ground beneath them trembled without warning as the first punch was thrown. Her loverʼs fist collided with the manʼs jaw, causing him to stagger back, but he quickly recovered, launching a brutal counterstrike that Archer narrowly dodged.

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