A Journey That Changed The World.

Chapter 1203: The King Of Dragons

Chapter 1203: The King Of Dragons

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Archer watched as an Alliance fleet appeared in the distance causing Olivia to appear beside him with a smile, "We have ten Draconian Battle Barges above and several attack craft below the ships. They will engage the enemies."

"Thanks for telling me Liv," he replied before using Mana Manipulation to watch a Tidefang and Battle Barge pilots.

He settled into a nearby chair as soon as they arrived, his eyes fixed on the unfolding battle. Excitement bubbled within him, knowing that the outcome would send shockwaves through the Alliance.

Below them, explosions erupted violently, casting brilliant flashes that illuminated the dark, churning waves.

***

"Admiral Anderson has given the order: engage the incoming fleet," the Deepsea Captain's voice crackled through the pilot's mana comms. "Form up, Tidefangs. Be ready. Looks like they've got sea monsters guarding them."

Within moments, the squadron shifted into a sharp V formation, their crafts slicing through the waves as they closed in on the enemy. The leader fired first, releasing a barrage of missiles that streaked through the water like torpedoes, striking Alliance warships.

Explosions rippled through the ocean, sending shockwaves that churned the surface. Yet the Tidefangs pressed forward relentlessly, their weapons trained on the remaining ships as they worked to dismantle the fleet one target at a time.

"Incoming! Get out of the way!" the captain's voice barked out, just as a massive tentacle burst from the water, crashing down where one of the Tidefangs had been moments before. The pilot veered sharply, narrowly avoiding the strike, while another sea monster, a mountain-sized serpent, lunged from a dark cavern below, its giant jaws snapping at the squadron. "Take them down! It may go for the ship the king is on!" the leader shouted.

Missiles screamed through the air, exploding against the armored hide of the leviathan. It let out a guttural roar that shook the sea floor before diving back into the depths after being hit by dozens of explosions.

A Tidefang peeled off, baiting another creature into chasing it away from the group. Meanwhile, the remaining crafts unleashed strikes on the warships. One by one, Alliance vessels erupted in flames, their munitions detonating in brilliant bursts of light.

But the sea monsters weren't done. A gargantuan crab-like beast clawed its way onto the deck of a sinking ship, screeching as it launched itself at the Tidefangs. The attack crafts worked together, weaving through the chaos and coordinating attacks.

One of the daring pilot dove low and released depth charges that detonated directly above the monsters. The explosions sent a shockwave washing through the water, causing the last of the Alliance warships to sink and the monsters temporarily subdued.

The Tidefangs maintained their defense, ensuring the fleet remained shielded as the Battle Barges above unleashed relentless firepower. Everyone could hear their deadly Gatling guns echoing across the battlefield, tearing apart the remaining enemy vessels.

Thanks to their overwhelming attacks, the Alliance fleets stood no chance against the coordinated assault. With the enemy on the back foot, the attack crafts pressed their advantage, continuing their relentless strike and forcing the remaining vessels to retreat.

Just as the enemy faltered, the massive cannons of the 1st and 2nd roared to life, their devastating blasts pounding the retreating enemy ships, sealing their fate.

***

Ten Battle Barges soared high above the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd fleets, their sleek forms cutting through the sky. Their mission was clear: shield the fleets below from the Alliance's airborne monsters and enemy aircraft.

At the helm of the operation was Solvieg, commanding the squadron with unwavering focus. From his position at the lead, his sharp eyes scanned the horizon for threats, knowing the stakes were higher than ever.

The king himself was aboard the largest ship in the fleet, making this protection mission paramount. Solvieg's voice echoed over the comms, rallying his squadron, "Looks like a few enemy ships are approaching our vessels."'

The redheaded dwarf gripped the controls of her Battle Barge, a fierce grin spreading across her face as she angled the craft toward the surface. Spotting the first enemy warship below, she wasted no time.

'Now it's time to show Archer what these things can do,' she thought as the excitement flowed through her veins.

With a flick of a switch, the Gatling guns roared to life, spinning at blistering speed. Streams of mana bullets rained down, tearing through the warship's hull like paper. Explosions erupted along the deck as the ship shuddered under the relentless assault.

"That's how it's done!" she muttered, her voice tinged with satisfaction as she prepared to line up her next target.

Several more crafts passed over the enemy fleet as the Draconian attack craft launched their attack at the same time. The overwhelming amount of mana bullets and missiles devastated the Alliance vessels.

Thanks to the Battle Barge's design, they could move fast because of the mana generator powering the craft. Solvieg quickly circled and targeted the lead ship with missiles as she flicked a switch.

Dozens of missiles sliced through the air before slamming into the side of the warship, causing it to explode in several places. Following this, the crafts continued to bombard the enemy fleet while dodging the cannon blasts.

'I hope he's impressed with my piloting,' Solvieg mused with a big smile while returning to protect the invasion fleet.

***

Archer leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes glinting with satisfaction as he watched the chaos unfold below. The Battle Barges tore through the sky like predators, their weapons unleashing devastation upon the enemy fleet.

'Impressive and Dellah told me Solvieg will be defending me,' he thought while glancing at the lead ship.

Streams of bullets and missiles rained down, each strike reducing warships to blazing wreckage. The dark ocean was a theater of destruction, lit by the brilliant orange and red explosions that rippled across the water's surface.

Enemy vessels split apart, their fragments sinking into the abyss as towering plumes of smoke and fire climbed into the sky. Archer's lips curled into a pleased smirk. "Beautiful," he murmured to himself.

While watching this, a dreaded aura descended upon the fleet, causing him to look up only to see a group of dragons flying in their direction, forcing him to act. Archer stood up and walked toward the balcony.

"Darling! What are you doing?" Talila asked in a worried voice. "You can't fight them at the moment. Let the Air Force deal with it."

After hearing that, he turned to the silver-haired elf with a knowing smile, "Don't worry about me Tali, just watch what I do to those traitors."

Archer stepped outside and soared into the sky, his body shifting and expanding as he

transformed into his colossal dragon form. The air trembled with a deafening, earth-

shattering roar.

''Now let's kill these fuckers and show the rest of my kind why I'm the king of dragons,'' he

muttered.

He charged toward the enemy forces. The moment the dragons caught sight of his immense size, panic spread through their ranks. But it was too late. Archer descended upon them like a storm, his powerful wings beating the air as he barreled through their ranks.

His massive claws tore through two of them with ease before sucking their corpses into his Item Box as he attacked the rest. He swung his tail, which turned a green dragon into a blood mist thanks to the overwhelming force.

The remaining enemy dragons circled warily, but they were no match for the ancient power coursing through his veins as he lunged at the nearest dragon, his claws raking through its

armored hide with ease.

"They are weak and dare challenge me!' he internally raged.

He heard the beast screech in agony before falling into the ocean below, causing the others to panic. The survivors hesitated, but it was too late as he was already on the attack, his jaws snapping shut around one of their necks, tearing it apart in a single crushing bite.

The others attempted to flee, but they were too slow. Archer's wings beat with ferocity as he

swept across the sky, snatching one dragon after another from the air, his claws slashing and

teeth sinking deep.

"Please stop! We are kin!" one enemy pleaded.

Archer looked at the dragon and replied in a menacing voice, "Then you should have

submitted to me instead of trying to attack."

Following that, he killed the survivors with no mercy as his teeth and claws ripped them apart

with ease. Once they were dead, he quickly stored them in his Item Box so he could get them

to the legions as food.

After the battle was over, Archer returned to the Flagship but quickly noticed the giant fishes swimming below him. When he saw this, he swooped down and started grabbing the small house-sized monsters.

"This will last the armies a while,' he pondered while kidnapping more of the fish. 'I'll take them all before sharing them with the soldiers when we arrive at Avidia.'

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