A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1445 1445: Training Hard

Archer couldnʼt but smile when seeing the two confused women, he shook his head and quickly explained. ʼʼHello, Brooke, Luce. I need you both to guard the fortress while I fight the Pseudo God.ʼʼ

They instantly agreed, prompting him to soar into the sky and head straight for the enemy powerhouse. When getting close, he spotted a woman with red skin and horns waiting for him.

He was ready to punch, but she suddenly met it with her own. As their fists collided, causing an explosive force to rush out, a thunderous boom reverberated through the air, shaking the ground beneath them.

A wild grin appeared on her face, red eyes blazing. ʼʼThatʼs the spirit!ʼʼ she roared, voice brimming excitedly. ”Come on, White Dragon, unleash everything youʼve got! Show me the true power burning inside you!”

Archer paused, puzzled by the womanʼs radiant joy. As he observed her, a pleasant surprise stirred. He found the Demonessesʼ striking red skin gleamed under the light, which he liked, complemented by white hair that matched his own.

Her large red eyes, fierce and expressive, hinted at a lifetime forged in battle. Her warriorʼs build was formidable yet balanced, with toned muscles that enhanced rather than concealed her feminine grace.

ʼʼStop looking at me like Iʼm a meal Dragon,ʼʼ she said, grinning. ʼʼIʼm Nemuia Darkthrone, Guarding of the Demon Empire.ʼʼ

Just after speaking, she shot forward like a missile, forcing Archer to block the attack, sending him flying back. His arms hurt, but a manic smile appeared as the two started fighting, and the battle below began.

***

Elara watched as Archer fought the enemy Pseudo God, only for her attention to be pulled back to the scene below. A swarm of Demons carrying ladders appeared, prompting her to scream. ʼʼFire at will!ʼʼ

Seconds later, explosions tore through the air, the wall trembling as a barrage of Mana Shells arced overhead, crashing into the enemy ranks. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the enemyʼs advance, their snarling hounds surging toward the fortress.

The ground trembled, and the air crackled. ʼʼHold the line!ʼʼ Elaraʼs voice rang out, sharp and commanding, cutting through the chaos of clashing steel and distant Mana Shell detonations.

Below, her lieutenants scrambled to relay orders. She turned to her war council, a mix of scarred veterans and powerful mages. She exclaimed. ʼʼWeʼre not just defending, weʼre taking the fight to them. Push them into the sea!ʼʼ

Elara pointed to the eastern flank, where the Demon vanguard was thickest, their spiked siege towers inching closer once they disembarked from their long boats that were being protected by red shields.

ʼʼFocus Mana Shell barrages there. Break their momentum. Casters channel a disruption field to scatter their mageʼs power. Ground units, form spearheads, two cohorts to carve through their center, one to flank from the west.ʼʼ

A young mage hesitated, sweat beading on his brow. ʼʼEmpress, their warlord… Itʼs no ordinary demon. Itʼs—ʼʼ

Elara glanced at the commanders before waving their concerns away. ʼʼLeave the warlord to me.ʼʼ

This caused everyone to become shocked, but she reassured the surrounding soldiers while continuing. ʼʼCover the casters. Keep their fliers off us.ʼʼ

She raised her blade, its hum intensifying as she channeled her mana into it, roaring in determination. ʼʼNow!ʼʼ

The air erupted with the scream of Mana Shells arcing overhead, slamming into the Demon vanguard. Explosions tore through their ranks, scattering armored brutes and toppling a siege tower in a cascade of molten metal.

Mages unleashed their disruption field, a wave that rippled across the battlefield. The ground cohorts charged, their spearheads crashing into the Demon lines. Elara leapt from the wall, landing amidst the chaos, her blade slicing through a demonʼs armor like paper.

She moved like a storm, each strike precise while weaving through claws and flames with fluid grace. Around her, the tide began to turn, the Demons faltered, their advance buckling under the coordinated assault.

From the rear, a guttural roar shook the earth. The warlord emerged, a towering mass of muscle and rage. Elaraʼs lips curled into a defiant smirk. ʼʼTime to end this.ʼʼ

***

Archer continued fighting the Demoness and threw her into the distance like a missile, only for a massive tentacle to grab her mid-air and yank her into the water, which shocked him to no end.

ʼʼWhat the actual fuck? Is she dead?ʼʼ he muttered, chuckling.

Moments later, he watched Elara carve her way through the battlefield toward the Demon General. The hulking creature, its armor glinting under the afternoon sky, towered over the chaos, its jagged greatsword cleaving through defenders.

A guttural roar shook the air as it sensed her approach, its molten eyes locking onto her. Elaraʼs double-edged blade danced in her hands. She dodged a sweeping blow from the General, her muscular frame twisting, then countered with a slash that sparked against its armor, leaving a glowing gash.

He watched as the enemy leader bellowed, swinging its blade in a crushing arc, but the Dragonkin was already gone, rolling beneath the strike and springing up behind it. Her sword flashed, striking a joint in its armor, drawing a spray of blood.

ʼLooks like sheʼs been training hard,ʼ he mused with a grin. ʼIʼm glad they are changing thanks to my mana.ʼ

Following this, Archerʼs breath caught as she pressed the attack, her movements a seamless blend of raw power and years of practice. Each strike was deliberate, targeting weak points, yet her fluidity made it seem effortless.

The General unleashed a wave of dark energy, a pulsing void that tore the ground apart, but Elara vaulted over it, her white hair streaming like a banner. Mid-air, she twisted, hurling her blade downward.

It struck the Generalʼs shoulder, embedding deep, and she landed in a crouch, yanking the weapon free in a shower of sparks that went everywhere. The Demon man staggered, Archer couldnʼt help but smile as she didnʼt relent and charged forward once again.

Moments later, the Dragonkonbeauty feinted left, then spun right, her blade slicing through the air in a blazing arc that severed one of its massive horns. The creature howled, lashing out wildly, but Elara was untouchable.

With a final strike, she drove her sword into the Demonʼs chest, the blade flaring as it pierced through armor and bone. He internally cheered as the enemy collapsed; she stood, chest heaving.

Archer noticed her glance up at him, a fierce grin breaking across her face, and he felt a surge of awe. Following that, the soldiers on the wall rushed out alongside one hundred Oathkeepers, who cut down the remaining Demon Raiders.

As this happened, he descended toward Elara and landed beside him. When the redheaded beauty noticed this, she quickly hugged him tightly. Archer returned the gesture, prompting her to get happy.

While doing that, he commented. ʼʼYou girls are getting stronger, it puts me at ease as you fight.ʼʼ

ʼʼNo wonder,ʼʼ she responded, giggling. ʼʼYouʼve been ravaging us for months now, we are soaking in your pure mana.ʼʼ

Archer proudly nodded. ʼʼOf course, I want you ladies to stay beside me for years to come. So Iʼve been making sure mana helps each one of you evolve into something new,ʼʼ he revealed.

Elara couldnʼt help but smile. ʼʼYes, thatʼs right, I canʼt wait to get a Dragon form like the others. It seems like itʼs close, but Iʼm in no rush for it, I love the power Iʼm getting so far,ʼʼ she said.

Following that, the Draconians cleaned up the beach as Archer let a ship flee into the distance to warn the Darkthorne Emperor. Just then, the sea exploded, and Nemuia reappeared, causing the redhead to glance in her direction.

ʼʼLooks like that woman is back,ʼʼ she said, smiling. ʼʼYou should go deal with her before she causes chaos among the legion.ʼʼ

Archer agreed and soared into the sky, clashing with Nemuia mid-air as the two traded blows. Her strength broke some of his scales, but he managed to disable one of her arms with a tail swipe.

The two of them fought for hours, and by the time he began to feel breathless, they were covered in blood, standing on a destroyed mountain. The Demoness was lying on her back, nursing a broken leg.

ʼʼDo you hate me, Nemuia?ʼʼ he randomly questioned. ʼʼI donʼt recall doing anything to the Darkthorne Empire.ʼʼ

She shook her head. ʼʼNo, and neither do my people. We just like a good fight, and heard you Draconians were strong from the Alliance and how their soldiers are scared of you guys, which is amusing.ʼʼ

Archer was surprised but shrugged as he stumbled toward the Demoness and held out his hand. ʼʼItʼs a pleasure to meet you, Nemuia, that fight was amazing,ʼʼ he said with a charming smile.

ʼʼThe feelings mutual Devil,ʼʼ the red-skinned woman replied, giggling. ʼʼI heard you entertained that old lioness Malakia, father has been trying to arrange an alliance with the Goldmaneʼs but they want nothing to do with us, Demons.ʼʼ

He laughed before answering the last part. ʼʼNo wonder, you tried to raid my fortress alongside an army.ʼʼ

Nemuiaʼs expression changed to a sly one. ʼʼAnd why do you think weʼre talking now?ʼʼ