A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1463: I Love Being Out At Sea

Mary grinned, relief and pride mingling in her voice. ’’Reinforcements! Focus on the stragglers, let the other empresses handle the other heavy hitters!’’

The Draconian fleet adjusted its strategy, targeting the fleeing Alliance monsters as their transformed sister wives dominated the battle; they tore apart the monsters easily thanks to their overwhelming power.

An hour later, the trench glowed with the light of victory, the massive Kraken, Demon Shark, Mosasaur, and Liopleurodon circled the fleet as protectors, their presence ensuring the path to the Northern part of Avidia was secure.

With the trench now a graveyard of Alliance monsters, the fleet pressed onward, their massive submarine and its flanking vessels slicing through the dark currents toward the Northern shores of the Darkthorne Empire.

The buzz of victory still lingered in the water, casting eerie light on the women’s form as they swam alongside them, their transformed sister-wives, ever vigilant and killing any creatures that dared to get close.

Hours later, the sonar pinged softly as the fleet reached their destination, mere miles from the northern coastline of the Darkthorne Empire. Through the reinforced viewport, the crew could see the distant silhouettes of fortresses.

Aurelia noticed the dark stone walls covered with cannons and other ship-ending weapons. The Demon Empire’s banners fluttered defiantly in the shallow currents, a challenge they were eager to meet.

Mary’s eyes narrowed, her voice cold as she issued a command. ’’All vessels, prepare a missile barrage. Target the closest fortress, hundreds of missiles, full spread. We’ll reduce that damn castle to rubble.’’

The crew sprang into action, the hum of machinery intensifying as the fleet’s missile bays whirred to life. Aurelia gave a sharp nod, her fingers dancing across the control panel to align the flagship’s targeting systems.

’’Locked and loaded,’’ she confirmed, her tone steady.

Moments later, the water trembled as the fleet unleashed its fury. From the depths, hundreds of missiles erupted in a show of destruction, their trails slicing through the ocean like bolts of divine wrath.

The barrage rose in a breathtaking arc, breaking the surface in a cascade of foam before raining down upon the castle. The first wave struck with a roar, explosions blooming across the walls, shattering stone and sending shards tumbling into the sea.

Arcs of wild mana flared and died as the castle’s defenses buckled under the onslaught. A second volley followed, the missiles piercing the heart of the keep, igniting a chain reaction that sent towers collapsing in fiery plumes.

The cliff trembled as the relentless barrage pounded it into ruin. From the water, the fleet watched as the once-mighty castle crumbled, its spires vanishing beneath a cloud of dust and flame, the sea swallowing the debris in a triumphant swell.

When the Primordial woman saw this, her green eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the last missile found its mark, reducing the fortress to a smoldering ruin. ’What the hell are these weapons you created, Arch? They will win us this war.’

’’Target neutralized,’’ Aurelia declared, her voice ringing with victory. ’’Should we continue, Mary?’’

’’Do it, girl,’’ she replied.

***

Kassandra was shocked at the scene she was witnessing, her massive tentacles coiling beneath the surface as her eyes were fixed on the shore. The water quivered with the might of the Draconian Deepsea Fleet.

The air above shimmered with the launch of the fleet’s missiles, a spectacle that sent a ripple of awe through her. To her shock and horror, hundreds more arced skyward, piercing the morning light as they surged toward the remaining castles.

She swayed in the currents as the first explosions erupted. The grand castle shattered under the barrage, stone cascading into the sea with a thunderous crash that echoed through the depths.

The glow of its defenses flickered and faded, extinguished by the otherworldly weapons that shocked all four women. ’Is this what Arch and Dellah have been working on?’ she thought in shock.

Following that, Kassandra breached the surface alongside Teuila as another volley struck, the missiles piercing even more castles. Fire blazed across the cliffs, beaches, plains, and any other obstacle that would stop their invasion.

Moments later, she watched as one of the cliffs fractured, its foundation giving way under the fleet’s fury, and she extended a tentacle to shield a nearby Draconian vessel from the falling rubble.

As the final missile hit its mark, reducing the castle to a smoldering ruin, she lingered in the stillness that followed. ’Let’s stay with the fleet girls,’ she spoke to the other women who were protecting the Deepsea Fleet’s first outing.

***

Mary and Aurelia stood side by side in the command chamber of the Deepsea Draconian flagship, their eyes fixed on the tactical display as they pressed its attack on the Northern shores.

The viewport glowed with the fiery trails of missiles streaking toward the remaining coastal fortresses, each explosion casting a fleeting light across their determined faces. The ocean outside churned with the aftermath of their earlier victory.

Moments later, the older woman’s voice cut through the hum of machinery. ’’Shift targets as there are only a few left, focus on the eastern fortress. I want their artillery silenced before they can return fire.’’

Her fingers tapped the console, adjusting the fleet’s formation, her mind calculating every move. Aurelia nodded, her hands steady as she relayed the orders to the smaller vessels. ’’All units, redirect to eastern coordinates. Fire on my mark,’’ she said, her tone calm.

The fleet responded seamlessly, the submarines repositioning, missile bays humming with renewed energy. Through the viewport, the eastern fortress came into view, a hulking bastion, its walls studded with glowing runes and cannons.

But the Draconians were faster. Aurelia gave the signal, and another barrage erupted from the water, hundreds of missiles breaking the surface in a cascade of foam before arcing toward their target.

Its runes flared in a futile attempt at defense, but the sheer volume overwhelmed them. Explosions tore through the structure, the blasts echoing through the ocean as stone walls crumbled and cannons were reduced to molten slag.

Mary’s lips curved into a grim smile as the fortress’s central tower collapsed, sending a shockwave through the water. ’’They thought they could hold this shore,’’ she muttered, her voice laced with satisfaction.

Aurelia glanced at her as she concluded. ’’They underestimated us. Let’s keep pushing, there’s another stronghold to the west. We’ll leave nothing standing.’’

The fleet adjusted course once more, their weapons primed for the next target, the ocean trembling with the weight of their advance. Kassandra and her sisters loomed protectively as they led the Draconians in their campaign to dominate the North.

***

Days passed by, and Elara was standing on the bridge of Archer’s Wrath, the Flagship of the 1st Fleet. She was standing next to the visibly pregnant Olivia, who was resting in the command chair.

’’You should go relax in the palace or the Domain,’’ she suggested.

The older woman shook her head, giggling. ’’No, Lara. I love being out at sea; it feels like home. Maybe I’ll get our husband to make me a floating palace once the war is over.’’

Elara laughed alongside her just as an alarm went off, causing Olivia to turn to the sailor manning the Mana Radar. ’’What’s going on?’’ she questioned.

’’We’re above the Deepsea Fleet, they’re trailing us,’’ he said. ’’And it looks like an Alliance fleet is closing in from the north.’’

The horizon blazed with the light of dawn as the massive enemy fleet closed in, a formidable armada of towering warships cutting through the northern waves toward the Draconian forces.

Olivia was already planning what to do as the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Draconian Fleets moved into a defensive line across the open sea, stood ready for the clash. Their massive ships, bristling with cannons and missile launchers, rocked gently on the surface.

Elara and the older woman were standing on the bridge of the flagship, surveying the approaching enemy, her hands gripping the railing as the wind whipped through her hair thanks to the open windows.

’’Can you win this fight, Liv?’’ the redhead questioned. ’’They outnumber us ten to one.’’

Olivia’s expression was full of confidence, turned to her as a big smile appeared. ’’You’ll see Lara, we’ll get the 1st Legion to the shore, just watch as I turn these vessels into husks of themselves.’’

They watched as the enemy fleet advanced, their dark silhouettes growing larger against the skyline, their gun turrets swiveling. The tension on the flagship’s bridge was obvious thanks to the overwhelming numbers.

Elara noticed the crew’s eyes darting between the radar and the horizon as the range closed. ’How can we win and inavde Darkthorne with those amount of ships?’ she thought curiously.

Olivia’s gaze hardened, her voice a clarion call over the roar of the waves. ’’Fire!’’ she shouted, her command ringing with unshakable authority.

Instantly, the Draconian Fleets erupted in a storm of destruction. Every ship unleashed its arsenal, missiles soared into the sky, their fiery trails painting the dawn red, while cannons roared, sending shells screaming through the air.