A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1548: A Battle Happened

Archer tucked the exhausted Valariana in bed just as a pair of soft arms wrapped around his shoulders. At the same time, he felt hands on his cock, and pleasure shot through his body like a shockwave, forcing him to look down only to notice Vivienne stroking him, a knowing lewd smile stretching across her face.

ʼʼI couldnʼt wait any longer,ʼʼ she revealed. ʼʼSeeing you ravage Vala turned me on so bad.ʼʼ

Just then, Maeve bit down on his neck, sending a shiver down his back. Vivienne kissed the tip of his member before licking down the side. This added to the sensations running through his body thanks to the orange-haired beauty nibbling on his ear, earning them a grunt. ʼʼYou two are teasing me too much,ʼʼ he muttered.

This earned him a shared giggle from the playful duo, their eyes sparkling with mischief. The redhead leaned in, her breath warm and teasing against his skin. Without hesitation, she parted her soft lips and enveloped his cock, drawing a sharp gasp from him as the sensation sent electric shivers racing up his spine. ʼʼFuck!ʼʼ

Vivienne began to move, her head bobbing back and forth, tongue dancing around him in swirling patterns, first tracing lazy circles along the underside, then flicking upward with teasing strokes that explored every ridge and contour. Saliva glistened on her lips as she worked hard to service him.

Archer shivered, running his hand through the Ant Queenʼs soft red hair, muttering. ʼʼThis feels so good, Vivi.ʼʼ

The wet sounds of her efforts mingling with his deepening breaths. Her hands joined the fray, one gently cupping and massaging below while the other steadied her motion, fingers lightly gripping the base to heighten his pleasure. The redheadʼs enthusiasm was obvious; she hummed softly around him.

He felt the vibrations adding an extra layer of intensity that made his muscles tense and his hips instinctively buck forward, urging her on in this intimate dance of desire that was going to push him over the edge.

Just then, Aishaʼs voice echoed in his mind. ʼArch! Can you come see me please? Thereʼs an emergency, three fleets have gone missing to the north of Draconia.ʼ

Archerʼs focus returned as he jumped up, and the three women stopped what they were doing when sensing the trouble through the dragon tattoos. They waited for him to speak, but he was too busy getting clothes on, and once finished, he turned toward the trio. ʼʼIʼm sorry for this, but weʼve lost three fleets to the north of the island, Aisha sounded worried.ʼʼ

Maeveʼs grey eyes widened in shock while the other two shrugged. Valariana smiled. ʼʼHurry back, husband, we can continue where we left off.ʼʼ

He couldnʼt help but chuckle at the queenʼs not bothering and answered the excited blonde. ʼʼOf course, Vara.ʼʼ

Following that, Archer vanished only to reappear on the northernmost mountain peak, giving him the perfect view of the surrounding landscape. Lush forests, winding rivers, and settlements dotted it. The scene reminded him of the postcards he used to see as a child back on Earth.

ʼʼNow to find the fleets,ʼʼ he muttered.

Just as those words left his lips, his wings appeared and he took off, soaring further north where a dangerous sea lies. After some time, he spotted the Blood Mist he created to stop the Alliance invading Draconia, and a smile crossed his face when the memory of meeting Lucrezia many years ago.

Archer shook his head and decided to see the blonde once he was finished here; heʼd bring her back to the treehouse to join the others, but now he had to find the missing fleets as they cost a fortune to build. He was flying over the ocean that stretched in all directions, and there was nothing.

Without bothering to hide, he sent a pulse of his mana that went out for kilometers, only for him to get several pings to the northwest. Archer didnʼt wait and flew in its direction, hoping it was his vessels. After passing through the Death Mist, he spotted fires burning on the surface.

ʼA battle happened here recently,ʼ he mused.

Metal drifted silently, his gaze settling on the lifeless bodies of Alliance soldiers floating alongside the current, with only a handful of Draconians among them. One by one, he placed his fallen people into the Item Box, deciding to deliver them to Naval Headquarters so their families could lay them to rest.

After that, Archer continued gathering the fallen Draconians, his movements methodical yet heavy with purpose. The silence of the aftermath hung over the scene like a shroud, broken only by the distant lapping of waves against scorched metal. It was during work that he encountered the first wreckage of his fleet.

A once-mighty Destroyer, now lying broken and adrift, its twisted frame a stark reminder of the battle. He scanned his surroundings only to spot several enemy ships in the distance, causing his smile to grow wider. ʼFound ya, now for the fun to start,ʼ he mused, speeding toward the fleet.

As Archer closed the distance, the air erupted into chaos. Hundreds of thunderous explosions lit up the air, each accompanied by blinding flashes as mana shells, whirling spells, and a storm of projectiles streaked toward him. The sudden onslaught lit the sea in all kinds of different colors, the air thick with heat and the acrid tang of burning magic.

Without hesitation, he plunged beneath the surging wave, the roar of the battle muffled by the cold embrace of the water. Even as he moved, his power surged forth, vivid violet beams lanced from his hands, cutting through the mist and smashing into the rearmost ships. A heartbeat later, their hulls burst apart in a chain of deafening detonations, fire and shrapnel raining down upon the churning sea.

Archer let out a loud chuckle before taking a deep breath and aimed his dragonfire at the strongest vessel in the fleet, a battleship. When his flames hit the metal, it heated up, cooking every soul on board, but he wasnʼt done. He folded his wings and dived toward the ship and slammed into it like a battering ram.

Metal tore like paper, its mana engines destroyed by his claws, only to appear on the other side and destroyed even more ships using brute force, until a distinct aura descended upon him, but he shrugged it off, growling. ʼʼFucking Pseudo Gods donʼt learn!ʼʼ

Without hesitation, he rushed toward the newcomer in a flash, faster than the human could track. In the blink of an eye, his hand clamped around the older womanʼs throat, lifting her effortlessly. Her expression turned to shock, disbelief etched across her face at the sheer speed of his attack.

Archerʼs lips curled into a grin, revealing a mouthful of razor-sharp dragonʼs teeth. The moment stretched for a heartbeat, then he struck. With a savage bite, his fangs tore into her neck, the force severing her head in a single move. The lifeless body was flung aside like discarded prey, hurtling through the air before crashing into the hull of a nearby Alliance ship.

The impact was instantaneous and catastrophic. A blinding flash swallowed the vessel, the explosion so immense it roared across the waves and hurled plumes of fire skyward. The shockwave tore through the surrounding fleet, ripping the remaining enemy ships apart in a final, fiery cascade of destruction.

ʼʼHow dare you!ʼʼ A manʼs voice erupted. ʼʼWe had a truce with you, dragon!ʼʼ

Archer chuckled before waving the words away. ʼʼI donʼt give a shit for any of you, now youʼll die for messing with my women. You truly fought, Iʼd spare any Pseudo Gods when they target my harem!ʼʼ

Without waiting, he zoned in on the group of powerhouses that came to put him down and appeared in the middle of them as he continued. ʼʼNow let me teach you what a true Dragon Monarch can do!ʼʼ

Archer lunged at the leader with a speed that blurred the line between movement and lightning. His fist drove forward like a battering ram, the impact so violent it tore through flesh and bone, obliterating the manʼs heart, lungs, and most of his innards in a single devastating strike.

The force sent a spray of gore across the air, spattering the stunned Pseudo Gods who stood too close. Shock froze them for a heartbeat, but by then, it was already too late. He moved like a living storm, his claws slicing through bodies as if they were paper, his tail whipping out to shatter bones, his teeth tearing into divine flesh.

Within seconds, the air was filled with the wet sound of rending meat and the dying cries of his foes. Not one survived. Below, the ocean churned crimson as blood poured freely into the depths. The scent of divine ichor spread like a sirenʼs call, and from the shadows of the deep, dozens of monstrous shapes began to rise.

Drawn by the promise of Pseudo God flesh, the sea predators surged toward the surface, their eyes glinting with hunger.