Chapter 1181: I Consider Myself His

Archer, leaning heavily on the Chull Queen Valariana for support, staggered toward Apollonia, who lay pinned beneath Teuila's foot, pressed firmly against her chest and blade at her throat.
His gaze locked onto the pink-haired woman, and a weak but dark smile spread across his face. As he stopped before her, his voice, hoarse but laced with venom, cut through the tension.
"You thought this was the end?" he rasped. "Me and my harem, we'll make sure you suffer for years to come. Death won't be an option, no matter how much you beg for it."
When Apollonia heard this, hate appeared in her blood-red eyes as she spoke, "My kind will come for me and destroy this world."
Archer started laughing, which hurt him before teasing the woman. "I love killing your kind. I'm sure your family screamed for mercy as I butchered them like a monster. You should have killed me when you had the chance but no, you had to monolog and allowed my women to come for me."
The pink-haired woman got angry, but a swift punch from Kassandra put a stop to that as the Kraken commented, "Don't fucking look at him like that bitch! The next time you do, I'll remove your teeth."
He let out a laugh when hearing the dark-haired beauty defend him with a fierce expression that shut Apollonia up, but the moment the sound escaped his lips, pain shot through his body like an electric shock, making him wince.
Brooke appeared before him in an instant, her expression filled with concern. She placed a gentle hand on his chest, her eyes closing as she channeled her mana into him. Archer gritted his teeth, trying to endure the burning sensation as the poison clashed with the energy, spreading its corrosive grip deeper.
It sizzled, intensifying the agony. Brooke suddenly sighed softly, her voice laced with frustration. "They hit you with Anti-Mana poison," she explained, her tone heavy. "The more you try to fight it, the more pain it will cause. The poison feeds off your mana... and it'll only get worse."
Archer chuckled as he spat up blood, "Just my luck, they always hit me with poisons," he said in a weak voice.
Teuila turned on him and warned, "Stop joking around! You could die, or have you forgotten that you're made from mana?"
"We'll take him back to the palace. You two will go get Halime while Valariana will stay with him, so he's safe," Brooke commanded the group.
The Chull Queen agreed with a determined nod as she spoke, "My Colony is developing well and I laid trillions of eggs. I can take a break to look after our husband."
When the three women heard this, they looked at the tall blonde as Kassandra giggled. "Are you his woman now, Vala?"
She shook her head before explaining, "No not yet but I consider myself his, thanks to Master we have these forms."
Archer let out a weak chuckle, but the laughter quickly turned into a guttural groan as the pain intensified. The cuts on his face flared to life, burning like fire as they reopened, sending waves of agony through his body.
He collapsed to the ground with a heavy thud, his muscles failing him. Valariana rushed forward to grab him, but he pushed her away with a fierce growl, "Leave me be for a minute, I want to see what she's done to me."'
"You're not the one in control anymore," Teuila growled, stepping forward to grab Apollonia by the hair, forcing her bloodied head up to face them after the blonde was done. "This is just the beginning. You will beg me for death."
Kassandra smirked, cracking her knuckles. "You should've known better than to mess with
us."
With one last roar of fury, the three women descended on the person who brutally mutilated their lover, each blow landing with brutal force, determined to make her feel every ounce of
pain she had inflicted.
Archer smiled when seeing this as Brooke wrapped her arm around his body while lifting him to his feet and reassured him with a whisper, "You're still sexy, Little Light. My panties are
already wet for you."
He tried to laugh, but everything hurt, causing him to speak. "Take me back to the palace. I want to be alone. Don't forget about Lioran and the others."
The older woman nodded before speaking to the three girls who were still beating up Apollonia, "Put a slave crest on that bitch and bring her with us. Archer needs to rest while I
go find Natalia."
Teuila agreed just as Kassandra cast a slave spell on the pink-haired woman before giving her an order, "Follow me, if you don't keep up we'll beat you again."'
With a strained breath, Archer summoned a Gate to Draconia, the exertion causing the searing
pain in his body to intensify. He stumbled through the portal, his vision swimming as he landed unsteadily in his room.
The familiar surroundings offered little comfort as he shut the portal behind him and redirected it to the palace entrance with his remaining strength, as he wanted to be alone for a
while.
After that, Archer shuffled over to the door. 'I need to rest for a while,' he thought as the pain racked his body. 'No one needs to see me like this.'
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