Chapter 1187: Death Tyrants

Archer continued to watch as the Oathkeepers moved out while killing hundreds of soldiers, which made him happy. "They are perfect! Wait until the Alliance meets them on the battlefield,' he thought with excitement.
Shortly after that, the rebel commanders ordered them to retreat from the monsters, which made him laugh. When Archer saw this, he spoke to Commander Thalion, "Chase them down and kill them. I'll summon some help."@@novelbin@@
The Oathkeeper commander nodded, before turning to the closest knights near him and ordered, "Varek, Alderic. You two stay with the lord while the rest of them kill the remaining rabble."
Archer watched the two nod as the other eight surged forward like a tidal wave. He saw the rebels panic, but the knight's weapons destroyed them with little effort, which made him chuckle.
He turned to Varek, who held a sword and shield while scanning their surroundings. The Oath keeper's head snapped to the right before he moved in front of Archer just as a Gatling Cannon erupted from some bushes.
A relentless stream of mana blasts surged toward them, each one hitting with a devastating power. The blasts collided with his shield in a blinding cascade of light and sparks, but Varek stood unyielding, a living fortress protecting Archer from anything.
The Oathkeeper planted his feet with unshakable resolve, his imposing stance embodying unwavering defense. Archer's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched, silently marveling, 'They truly are the perfect bodyguards.'
"Crush them, Alderic!" Varek bellowed, his voice booming like a war drum, cutting through the chaos and igniting the battlefield with rallying energy.
Alderic needed no encouragement. Seconds later, Archer watched as the large man rushed forward, his massive Warhammer gripped tightly in his hands as he charged straight into the path of destruction.
The mana blasts that slipped past Varek's defense came close, but Alderic ducked and weaved with surprising agility for a man of his size, each step bringing him closer to his target.
'Fucking hell! How did the girls make them so fast?' Archer thought in surprise.
The rebel war machine loomed ahead, a towering monstrosity of steel and mana-fueled power. Sparks of energy crackled across its surface as its cannons charged for another volley.
Alderic bared his teeth in a feral grin and let out a guttural roar as he closed the gap. With a powerful swing, he brought his Warhammer down in a devastating arc. The weapon hummed with raw energy, and when it connected, the impact was like a thunderclap.
The war machine buckled under the force, its armored plating crumpling as a shockwave tore through its core. Gears and shards of steel erupted into the air as the machine collapsed in a fiery explosion.
Following that, Archer watched Alderic approach with the Warhammer on his soldier. He commented, "Impressive. You both are doing well even if it's your first mission."@@novelbin@@
Upon hearing this, the Oathkeepers saluted him in silent respect as the trio made their way toward the impending slaughter. Meanwhile, eight of his bodyguards were relentlessly overpowering the rebels, who charged forward in a desperate frenzy.
The blue-haired woman nodded while explaining. "Yes, but he's had these plans in the making for a while now. The giant soldiers are new, though. Leira, Nefi, Mere, and Sofia have been working on it day and night since husband gave them the plans."'
"'Sofia? The Pope's chatty granddaughter? Didn't we meet her when Archer took her on a tour of Draconia?" Nala asked with a curious expression.
Teulia didn't hurt but stared at the ongoing battle as the man she loved stood in the middle while ten giant knights moved forward and killed dozens of enemies that dropped to the
ground.
'What monsters has he unleashed?' she thought as her blue eyes gleamed. 'At least he'll be protected from now on.'
Following that, the two women watched as the battle died down when the tall humanoids started capturing rebels like they were fish in a barrel. When Nala saw this, she started
giggling before speaking. "Looks like handsome is going to do something with the
prisoners."
Teuila nodded. "Yes, I think he'll send the women to the Battle Sisters and men to the necromancer sisters. I've been in their hellhole of a prison, there're millions of men in there,"
she revealed.
"I know, when I first saw them I felt bad, but Morena explained that they were criminals from Archer's old world," the lioness answered. "Those creepy sisters are evil. I saw them skinning a man while drinking tea like it was nothing."'
The blue-haired woman started giggling, "You're right, the two are unusual, but I have to give them the benefit of the doubt. They adore Archer to no end. Demacia simps over him, as
he would say."
They stood silently, watching as the chaos of battle began to end. The rebels who remained alive were now surrounded, cowering in fear as the Death Tyrants circled them, their massive forms casting long shadows over the terrified prisoners.
The chilling sound of the loud cries of the rebels. Nala, her eyes glinting with amusement, broke the silence with a soft giggle. "I almost feel sorry for them," she mused, watching as the rebels trembled in fear. "But they fucked up. They took advantage of the situation... and now they're paying the price."'
"Yes they did," Teuila replied. "But at least it's over now and we can prepare for the upcoming war. We have to train our legions before invading Avidia."
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