Chapter 1229: How Strong I Truly Am

Archer watched as shouts turned to desperate screams as the Oathkeepers crashed into the enemy formation, weapons cleaving through armor and flesh. One knight swung a massive warhammer, obliterating a line of defenders in a single devastating strike.
Another raised a jagged greatsword high, cutting through enemies with terrifying strength, leaving nothing but carnage in his wake. Blood sprayed into the air, glistening like crimson rain under the pale light.
The screams of the dying mingled with the sickening sound of steel meeting bone. The Oathkeepers moved methodically. This wasn't a battle, it was a bloody massacre. Archer folded his arms, his grin widening as he took it all in.
"Excellent, they are definitely worth the resources to create," he murmured, his voice low but tinged with dark amusement. The fear in the enemy soldiers' eyes as they scattered like rats only fueled his satisfaction.
One soldier broke from the chaos, sprinting away. Archer's sharp gaze locked onto him, and with a lazy flick of his hand, a Mana Bolt shot through the air, embedding itself in the fleeing man's back.
The enemy crumpled to the ground, lifeless, as he muttered with a grin, "There's no escape for those who stand in our way."
His knights continued their grim work for hours. Their movements were relentless, as if driven by an unyielding will. The Oathkeepers reduced the enemy force to a field of broken bodies and blood-soaked earth.
Through it all, Archer watched with a knowing smile as the amount of Alliance soldiers that were butchered on his side of the river shocked the remaining enemies, but he looked at them before opening a portal to the Domain.
'Vivi, can you send a small army of flying ants?' he sent the beautiful redhead a message.
'Yes darling,' Vivienne instantly answered in a cheerful voice. "They are on their way now.'
Seconds later, he shouted to the Oathkeepers as they were about to march across the bridge, "Return my knights!"
The giants made their way back to him as a wave of Flying Nightmare Ants shot out of the portal and headed straight for the Alliance army. He watched as the enemies panicked and started to flee, but it was too late.
Archer stood on the riverbank, the faint glimmer of the setting sun reflecting in the rushing water. His violet eyes narrowed as a swarm of flying ants descended like a living shadow, their wings creating a droning hum that sent chills through the remaining enemy soldiers.
The soldiers, once defiant, now screamed in sheer terror as the swarm enveloped them. Each ant was the size of a lion on Earth, its chitinous body glinting with an otherworldly sheen.
Their mandibles tore through armor, flesh, and bone alike. Archer and the Oathkeepers' heard the sickening sounds of ripping and snapping, along with the dying's agonized wails, filled the air.
While standing there, Vivienne sent him a message, 'Can I have the bodies, handsome? They will help with the young."
Another hour passed while they killed the remaining enemy soldiers. The massive flying ants descended upon the battlefield like predators. One by one, the ants carried the corpses through the portal, vanishing into the colony beyond.
Vivienne asked would feed the next generation of the swarm, a grim cycle of life and death. Thalion stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the eerie spectacle, his voice tinged with curiosity as he broke the silence. "My king, what are they doing with the bodies?"
Its fangs struck home, injecting enough venom to make the Swarms monstrosity thrash violently before collapsing into a lifeless heap. The Swarm's confidence faltered, their
numbers dwindling rapidly.
The battlefield was a hellscape of twitching bodies, glistening webs, and the eerie glow of the spiders' many eyes. As the last of the Swarm attempted to flee, his monsters gave chase, their
hunger insatiable.
Archer let out a low chuckle, his tone laced with amusement. "Run if you like. The spiders will hunt you down."
The battle was over as quickly as it had begun, leaving only silence and the glint of moonlight on the carnage below. He watched as the victorious spiders returned to the Domain dragging
bodies with them.
''Impressive,'' he said softly, nodding in approval. "Aeliana never disappoints."
Archer turned to the Oathkeepers when the ground trembled violently. The quakes drew everyone's attention to the source, their gazes snapping toward the horizon. Three towering giants emerged, their massive forms looming in the distance.
Each step they took sent shockwaves through the earth. Archer's sharp eyes narrowed as a low growl escaped his throat. He clenched his fists, his disdain for the creatures and muttered with a voice laced with venom, "Giants."
The very sight of them ignited rage within him. He loathed these monstrous beings with every fiber of his being. When the Oathkeepers saw this, they readied to fight but Archer waved them away.
''I'll deal with these creatures and then you'll know how strong I truly am," he remarked with
a confident grin.
Archer's piercing gaze locked on the lead giant, striding forward with thunderous steps. The
beast loomed, its grotesque form radiating raw power and menace. His lips curled into a feral
grin as a surge of energy crackled through his body.
In an instant, he exploded forward, the force of his takeoff leaving a crater where he had stood. The surrounding air seemed to warp from the sheer speed, a streak of blinding light
trailing in his wake.
The lead giant barely had time to register his approach before Archer was upon it. With a roar that reverberated across the battlefield, he drove his fist forward, his entire arm engulfed in a brilliant, fiery glow as he unleashed a fully charged Nova Punch.
The impact was cataclysmic and for a split second, there was a deafening silence, as if the world itself held its breath. Then, the explosion erupted. A blinding wave of mana tore through the air, the force so immense that it flattened the surrounding terrain. [Drop some powerstones, comments, and gifts to help the novel grow; I appreciate all the support you can give]