Chapter 1241: Stop Screaming You Gremlin

'Yes, master!' the Drakkuri leader replied.
Archer turned back to the battlefield before shouting in a deep voice, "Lara! Tali! Pull your legions back now!"
Once the words left his lips, the Draconians stopped moving just as they turned around and marched toward the fortress. Their actions confused the Alliance, but he quickly let out an earth-shaking roar.
Following that, a loud, eerie chittering echoed from every direction, reverberating through the air like a sinister chorus. From the shadows emerged the centipede-like monsters, their monstrous forms slithering into the light.
Their elongated bodies glistened with a sickly sheen, while their horrifying maws bristled with rows of razor-sharp teeth. Dozens of serrated legs hit the ground, slicing into the dirt as they advanced.
Archer watched in excitement as the enemy soldiers froze, terror gripping their hearts as they took in the nightmare before them. Cries of horror filled the battlefield, but it was already too late.
"These monsters are truly horrifying,' he thought with a chuckle while glancing at the Draconians who were just as scared as the Alliance. 'Good. Now they'll think twice about retreating in battle.' The Drakkuri's savage attacks were a blur of fangs and bladed limbs. They descended upon the fleeing soldiers, tearing them apart in a gruesome performance. Flesh and armor were no match for the swarm, and the relentless chittering and carnage drowned the screams of out. Archer was satisfied with the scene, a scene of pure horror. The shadows came alive with more of the Drakkuri. For those who tried to escape, there was no salvation, only the inevitability of destruction.
An hour later and the outside of the fortress was a sea of corpses that the 1st and 2nd Legions soldiers were looting. Elara and Talila asked for permission to reward the armies for a good fight, which he granted, causing the soldiers to get excited.
The Drakkuri patrolled the battlefield while moving around the Draconians, which scared some of them. Archer found this hilarious as the centipedes were protecting them, while this happened Sera, Teuila and Ashoka appeared on the wall.
"Hello ladies," he greeted the trio with a charming smile. "Ready to move out?"
When they heard that, the beautiful tiger woman's expression turned pensive, her striped tail flicking subtly in thought. He offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry this time, Ashoka. My monster army will follow behind to ensure you're not ambushed."
The brown-skinned beauty's eyes softened, and she gave a small nod, her expression shifting to one of relief. Satisfied, Archer turned his attention to the others. "Sera, your troops will lead the attack. Ashoka, your forces will lay siege to any town, village, or castle you encounter along the way, while Teuila will provide cover for you both."
The three commanders exchanged glances before nodding in agreement, determination settling on their faces. Histone grew firm as he concluded, "Once the 1st and 2nd Legions recover from the battle, we'll follow behind with the 10th to reinforce your efforts."'
When Archer finished speaking, each one gave him a kiss and rushed off to their legions as Sera started shouting at her second in command. This made everyone laugh as Teuila warned her, "Stop screaming you gremlin! They can hear you already."
Following that, twenty minutes later, the 16th Legion was marching out of the fortress while the redheaded dragon ordered, "Let's show my husband how we fight! We're going to take the first Alliance castle!"
laced with venom.
Tears had blurred Archer's vision, but no amount of crying stopped the strikes. That was the first time he realized tears brought no comfort, only more scorn. At nine, a wooden practice blade slammed into his ribs, leaving him gasping for breath.
"Get up, boy. What kind of son of mine is this weak and pathetic!" Leonard barked, towering over him like a shadow that blotted out the sun.
Archer's frail hands trembled as he tried to lift the sword again. He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but the fear of further punishment kept him silent. By eleven, the beatings had become routine, a cruel ritual that stole pieces of his soul with every strike.
His father's fury was constant. Archer remembered the crack of the whip across his back, the metallic taste of blood on his lips, and the suffocating helplessness that crushed his spirit. The pain was agonizing, but it was the hopelessness that truly crushed him. No matter how hard he tried, he would never measure up in Leonard's eyes. Never strong enough. Never
skilled enough.
Never worthy of being an Ashguard, a name he had once yearned to claim with pride, the only thing he had ever wanted, but now he hated it with a passion and would see it brought down
once he invades Pluoria.
His emotions spiraled out of control, his mana flaring chaotically as the weight of his past consumed him. When he sensed someone appear behind him, instinct took over. He spun, his fist hurtling through the air with devastating force.
But as his eyes registered the figure, he froze mid-swing, redirecting his blow at the last moment. His fist struck the side of the mountain instead, the impact sending a shockwave
through the air.
The rocky face groaned and crumbled, collapsing in a deafening cascade of stone and dust under the sheer force of his punch. Archer blinked when the young woman gave him a sweet
smile.
"Long time no see Arch," Aeris said in a cheerful voice. "Is there something wrong? I can feel that you're troubled."
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