Novel Full Chapter 1113: This Is Going To Hurt
Chapter 1113: This Is Going To Hurt
Archer and the Alliance’s pseudo-God continued fighting; they traded blows, but neither could gain the upper hand. While doing this, the enemy grinned and bragged, “I’ve got a skill that can absorb all that force and return it to you, White Devil!”
When he heard this, he started laughing and punched the man with everything. He poured as much power as he could into his fists as they landed, causing booms to ring out, “What about it! That’s what makes it even more entertaining! I will have to take you beyond your limit!” Archer retorted with a smirk.
Again and again, they exchanged blows; each hit harder and faster until the air around them trembled with the force of their strikes. His fist slammed into the Pseudo-God’s ribs, sending a thunderous crack echoing across the landscape.
That’s when the man countered with a crushing uppercut that lifted Archer off his feet. He landed on his feet before dodging a few punches and kicks, grabbing the man’s leg, and flinging him into the distance.
‘Now let’s overwhelm this dog with magic,’ he thought before spamming Eldritch Blasts and Mana Bolts.
All the spells found their mark and exploded when hitting the man, sending him to crash into the ground below. While down, Archer summoned a hundred Nightmare Warrior Ants, who swarmed the Pseudo-God to distract him.
Once his monsters attacked, he turned to the surviving men and summoned thousands of Shadow Creatures that fell upon them. Thanks to his monsters, none of the Alliance soldiers stood a chance as they were slashed, torn apart, or eaten.
Archer launched himself toward the Pseudo-God, hurtling through the air to meet him in another fistfight as they knew magic was useless, ‘Oh, shit,’ he thought, bracing himself as he swung a punch just as his opponent did.
Their fists collided midair, his enemy’s knuckles cracking hard against his jaw, while Archer’s punch connected squarely with the man’s temple, sending him reeling in a daze. The two of them flew off in different directions.
The Pseudo-God crashed into a nearby mountain while Archer was setting, flying out to sea. He skipped along the water like a stone before a tentacle tried to grab him. When he felt this, he took a deep breath and released a stream of violet fire at the monster.
Archer’s flames burned through the limb, allowing him to block the sudden punch the Alliance powerhouse landed. He gritted his teeth while flying back, but he used his tail to strike when the man closed in again.
The sleek appendage struck the man’s face with a loud cloud just as Archer cast Azur Cannon into his enemy’s chest. A massive explosion rang out that sent the opponent crashing into the beach, where the surviving ants swarmed him.
He noticed Nala and the soldiers retreating, allowing him to use a finisher with a grin as he cast a spell he hadn’t used in a while, ‘Meteor Swarm.’
The sky above lit up with violet glows as the Archer summoned more Shadow Creatures and ordered them to hold the Pseudo-God in place. They happily did and washed over the enemy.
“That should hold the idiot for a few seconds,’ he mused while his Regeneration kicked in.
They managed to hold him as the meteors entered the atmosphere and streaked toward the beach. When Archer saw this, he quickly flew behind Nala, casting a massive Cosmic Shield over the legion’s fortress just as they reached the gate.
Soon enough, the meteors struck the Pseudo-God with such fury that the world shook as an explosion erupted. He braced himself and poured more mana into the shield, but it was just enough.
“This is going to hurt!’
The massive shockwave hit the violet barrier, causing him to grit his teeth as it was about to break, but thanks to his mana, it didn’t. Archer spat out blood as he crashed into the ground below. His inside was damaged due to the impact of the Meteor Swarm.
‘Something’s wrong. My inside feels torn up and taking its time to heal,’ he thought while climbing out of the crater that had formed when he fell from the sky.
At that moment, the Pseudo God emerged, wounded and bloodied, yet still very much alive. Archer’s eyes widened in shock as the man spoke, his voice thick with rage, “I told you, Devil, I can absorb your attacks; there’s nothing you can do to me. The church and empire poured mountains of gold and resources into me to end you and claim your lioness for myself.”
When Archer heard that, his anger ignited into a wild fury as he let out an earth-shaking roar before creating a spell to use in this fight. Without wasting any more time, he dashed forward and started fighting again.
This time, the Alliance Pseudo-God landed a dozen blows that rattled his body and sent him flying until he landed outside the fortress’s gates. The opponent approached while preparing to attack, but a blue blur appeared.
‘What is this!’
Demetra screamed in pain as she blocked the attack, but it was too much for the shark woman, who crashed through the fortress’s wall and caused chaos beyond it. He jumped up and started attacking the man with everything he had, even though he was injured.
Archer’s heart pounded in his chest, the raw fury flooding his veins. His eyes blazed as the Pseudo-God sneered before him, blood dripping from his wounds. Without warning, he dashed forward, his fists crackling with mana.
‘Let’s end this so we can get out of this place,’ he thought as he attacked.
The first punch landed with a thunderous crash, sending shockwaves through the air, but the Pseudo-God staggered only slightly, his twisted grin never faltering. “You think your power can match mine?” the man taunted.
But Archer’s eyes glinted with madness, his anger morphing into something primal. He struck again, each punch faster, more vicious, a blur of power. Mana surged through him, the force of his blows shattering the air, cracking the earth beneath.
The Pseudo-God grunted with each hit, but his absorption couldn’t keep up, his body trembling as the overwhelming mana poured into him faster than he could take it. Archer started roaring as his punches sped up, causing shockwaves that destroyed the surrounding landscape.
“I told you, prick, I’d push you beyond your limits. You church dogs always underestimate me!” Archer exclaimed before using his new attack.
He drew his arm back, muscles coiling as the air around him crackled. A swirling vortex of energy formed at his fist. The ground trembled as the mana condensed into a devastating
force.
With a roar that shook the heavens, Archer released it in one violent explosion-his fist flying forward with the power of a dying star. The Nova Punch erupted from his hand, a blinding surge of light and raw devastation.
It tore through the air, a wave of force that collided with the Pseudo-God’s chest before he could react. The impact was like the world itself cracking open. The man’s body was flung backward; his scream was lost in the deafening explosion.
The blast spread outward in a shockwave that shattered the landscape, sending debris and dust spiraling into the air. He felt the experience pouring into his body, which signaled the
enemy’s death.
Knowing the Pseudo-God was dead, he dropped to one knee as the exhaustion and injuries took their toll. Archer released a breath of relief before standing up as a headache slammed
into him, causing him to groan.
‘I need some rest,’ he thought with a tired smile.
As Archer stood there, he felt the rush of Nala and Demetra closing in, the legionnaires trailing closely behind them. Without hesitation, the lioness sprang into the air, her powerful
limbs encircling him.
She pulled him close, planting hundreds of passionate kisses on his cheeks before he could react. Archer smiled while grabbing Nala’s, toned behind, and returned the kiss with one of his own, which made the young woman happy.
Following that, he started walking back to the fortress, and Demetra smiled as the two were still kissing. Soon, Nala broke apart as her blue eyes gleamed with love and excitement; Archer loved the smile she was giving him.
He bopped her on the nose, saying, “It’s good to see you, my lioness; I’ve missed you so
much.”
Nala got excited, causing her to bite his neck before replying sweetly, “I love you, Archer Wyldheart.”
The couple pressed their foreheads together before he whispered, “I love you too, Nala. It’s so good to hold you again, finally.”
She beamed while jumping off him as they entered the fortress while the soldiers stared at him with wide eyes. Archer waved his hand and repaired the broken wall once Demetra stepped through with a big smile.
Nala grabbed his hand while leading him to her tent, but Talila’s tattoo flared, causing him to speak, “I need to help Tali, but make sure the soldiers are ready to go.”
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