A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 977: Looks Like We've Cleared A Path



Archer watched as each spell struck precisely, weaving through the chaos and delivering devastating impacts. The enemy ships crumpled under the assault, their defenses crumbling as the First Fleet defeated them.

The journey north after the battle was slow due to the many vicious storms. He spent time with Maeve and Ashoke while Nyx helped Meredith with breakfast. Talila and Maeve used arrows to hunt the giant fish that swam alongside the fleet.

Thanks to them, the crew of the many ships loved it. Archer was getting massaged by the tiger woman who spoke in her charming exotic accent, "Mother showed me a relaxing massage that all wives in Ganesha do to their husbands."

Archer was enjoying pampering but opened one of his eyes to see Maeve reading a spellbook, causing him to question, "Learning a good spell, my warrior queen?"

Maeve's beautiful grey eyes landed on his topless torso. She bit her lip but shook her head. "It's a spell about gathering mana in areas without much of it," the orange-haired woman answered.

"That sounds useful," Archer said, his gaze lingering on Maeve's spellbook. "Hold onto it; I might want to learn it later."

With a playful grin, Ashoka leaned closer and teased, "And what else might you want later?" He relaxed under her soothing touch, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "I'd love to spend more time with both of you," he replied. "But I understand you must be tired."

Afterward, Ari appeared in the room, making Maeve jump as she complained, "Stop doing that, woman! You keep making us jump."

The white-haired woman giggled before sitting with the group as she spoke, "The seas to seem clear of the Alliance ships. We should reach the island in a few more days."

Archer was about to speak, but Maeve answered with a teasing smile, "We will run into trouble. You seem to forget our husband's luck when outside Draconia."

He looked back at the orange-haired woman, who gave him an innocent smile before commenting, "Don't you dare jinx us, Maeve, or I will throw you overboard."

The women giggled as Ashoka inquired, "What is the plan when we arrive at the island?"

Archer looked at his tiger wife before answering, "We will bombard it before I fight any stronger opponents while you five close in on the spell while killing as many Terravians as you can find."

While lying there, he started planning everything again as Ashoka played with his pointed ears. Her actions caused Archer to shiver, and he liked the relaxing sensation that washed over his body, making him smile.

"This feels so good. Ashoka can do this more often,' he pondered while at peace.

Following that, a giant pirate fleet suddenly ambushed the First Fleet. When Archer discovered this, he grew frustrated and took to the skies. He swooped down and burned the metal vessels using his Dragon's Breath, which was like a firestorm decimating the enemy.

While doing that, he felt someone approaching him, which made him smile and think, "This will be fun.'

As Archer focused on his task, he saw a powerful enemy he wanted to fight, one who matched his strength. Without hesitation, he sent a message to Olivia, instructing her to keep the First Fleet advancing while he prepared to confront the approaching threat.

'I will finish this in a few minutes,' he mused. 'Haven't had a good fight since I was training with Brooke and Ari.'

Just as he said that a high elf male appeared in front of him with a smug smile, but Archer didn't let the man speak as he Blinked forward and started slashing at the opponent with his claws, which caught the enemy off guard.

Archer went into a frenzy, relentlessly assaulting the elf, giving his opponent no time to counterattack. Forced into a defensive stance, the elf struggled to keep up with the barrage. Without a second thought, Archer used Blink, reappearing behind his enemy.

He unleashed Dragon's Breath, sending violet flames into the elf's back. The impact was devastating as it sent the man crashing into one of the pirate ships below, but Archer followed and landed a heavy punch on the elf's jaw.

The water erupted as the elf hit the cold water, but Archer wasn't done. He blinked above the surface, eyes scanning for movement, and when the elf reappeared, gasping for air, he seized him by the collar.

With a violent twist, he hurled the elf across the waves like a ragdoll. The Nightshade Demi- God slammed into the side of a nearby ship, splintering metal on impact. Archer appeared beside him instantly, delivering another devastating blow that sent him flying once more, this time skidding across the sea's surface.

The elf struggled to rise, but Archer loomed over him, unrelenting. With a final burst of energy, he lifted the high elf into the air and flung him far into the air before firing another Dragon Breath.

Archer channeled more than half of his mana into the flames, amplifying their intensity until they roared with unstoppable force. The Demi-God stood no chance-engulfed in the inferno, and his enemy was reduced to ashes in moments.

A satisfied smile tugged at Archer's lips as he watched the remains scatter to the wind, "These four years," he muttered, "I've been preparing for this war. And now, I will destroy every Demi-God who dares to stand against me."

Following that, Archer flew back to the Draconian fleet while casting several Plasma Missiles at some surviving ships fleeing west. The violet projectiles sliced through the air and slammed into the metal hulls.

Explosions erupted, which engulfed the remaining vessels, making Archer grin while casually flying across the rough sea. As he did that, a giant sea monster lunged from the water, trying to bite him.

Archer quickly slapped the creature with his tail as it got close. The force of the sudden attack sent the monster crashing into the waves below, "Fucking idiot! You shouldn't randomly attack me, or you will die."

This attack angered him, so he summoned a horde of Shadow Creatures that washed over the monster and cut it into chunks of meat that sunk under the surface. Afterward, he sped up and landed on the deck of the DRN Archer's Pride as it sailed north.

He looked out across the sea only to see water in all directions, which made him feel small, but Archer shook his head and approached the six women relaxing in their private room. When he entered, they all smiled at him as Ari spoke knowingly, "Had your fun, Master?"

Archer nodded as he answered, "Yes. A high elf Demi-God showed up, but he's at the bottom of the sea being eaten by monsters."

After that, he spent time with them over the next few days while Olivia dodged sea storms that threatened to sink some small vessels. When the ships closed in on the island, it was blocked by a large Alliance fleet that was three times the size of theirs.

When Olivia saw this, she became worried, but Archer reassured her it would be alright as he stepped onto the bridge's balcony. He cast Meteor Swarm on top of the enemy without wasting more time.

The women were confused as they felt a large chunk of mana leave his body, but when nothing happened, Meredith commented while glancing around, "What did you do, Master? I

know you cast a spell."'

Archer chuckled before pointing into the sky, where a violet glow lit up everything. The women looked up to see several giant rocks hurtling toward the Alliance fleet, which tried to

get out of the way.

One by one, the meteors crashed into the fleet with explosive force. The impact was monumental-ships shattered and splintered, their metal hulls buckling under the sheer power of the assault.

Bright bursts of orange and red illuminated the scene as the meteors smashed through decks and sent debris flying. Laning closer to Archer, Ari said breathlessly, "That's incredible! Your

power is amazing, Master."

Maeve's grey eyes sparkled with admiration. "You weren't kidding about the Meteor Swarm."

Ashoka, resting on Archer's arm, looked up at him with a playful grin. "That's a bit more than

a mere shower."

The women watched in awed silence, their faces reflecting the fiery spectacle. Meredith, her eyes wide with amazement, muttered, "I've never seen anything like it."

His gaze fixed on the destruction below; Archer let out a satisfied sigh. "Sometimes, a bit of firepower is all it takes to make a statement."

The last of the meteors rained down, and the once-formidable Alliance fleet was reduced to a scattering of burning wreckage and drifting debris. The sky darkened as the flames began to wane, leaving only the distant echoes of the explosions and the crackling remnants of the

battle.

As the final embers of the meteors faded, Archer turned to the women, "It looks like we've cleared a path," he said.

The group exchanged glances, their smiles reflecting their shared relief and exhilaration. Maeve stepped closer to him, her voice soft but filled with warmth. "Well done, Archer. The

fleet didn't stand a chance."

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