Novel Full Chapter 1566 - 1566: Destroy The Noble Houses
Archer took all seven little girls back to their mothers with Morena and Demacia’s help before returning to their underground home. Once there, the white-haired beauty turned to him, speaking. ”You look extremely happy lately, husband.”
”Yes, I’ve noticed it,” Demacia added. ”Be careful too not to lose it, Arch.”
”Happiness is never forever, but with the power I wield, I can change that,” he revealed, violet eyes glowing. ”It took me twenty-three years to achieve this, and no one can take it from me; I’ll die fighting against whoever tries.”
The sisters stepped back due to his aura exploding outwards as he continued ranting. ”Don’t you think I know there will be a time when this happiness ends? There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about it, but if I allow myself to dwell on that, it will mess up everything.”
Morena’s lips parted to respond, her hand reaching out as if to soothe the storm within him. ”Archer, we understand—.”
”No,” he interrupted, his eyes locking onto hers with a love so fierce it could shatter mountains. ”You can’t fully know what this means to me. You, the harem, our children, are my world. I carved this haven from nothing, from pain and loss, so you could know peace. Every sacrifice, every battle, every sleepless night led to this. You are my joy, my reason. If anyone dares to threaten that, I’ll burn the heavens and myself to keep you safe.”
***
Just as Demacia heard those words, she was sent a vision of a nightmare that she’d hoped never came true. She was standing over a rolling grassland only to see a much older and mature version of Archer, cradling a white-haired woman whom he had healed using the last bits of mana in his body.
He suddenly appeared in front of her, forcing her to recognize her first daughter, Freya, covered in blood but healed. Archer spoke in an exhausted voice. ”They aren’t stopping my love; the other women have pulled back to the Domain and will stay there. It’s safe and no one can access it apart from me.”
Demacia noticed the smile turn sad as he continued. ”The Terravians won’t stop until I destroy them for good, but you have to promise me one thing, Dem?”
”Anything,” she whispered.
”Protect the harem and our children,” the man she loved confessed, his words shattering Demecia’s heart into countless fragments as he gently pushed Freya into her arms. ”I love you, Demecia Wyldheart. It has been an honor to share centuries by your side.”
She watched Archer vanish, only to reappear in front of the enemy’s portal. He stepped through, and a deafening explosion erupted from the other side. The eerie red portal shuddered, turned black, and sealed shut forever.
***
Archer watched as Demacia rushed toward him and wrapped her arms around his shoulder tightly, pleading. ”I understand my love! I think Tiamat just showed me one of many futures that your words triggered.”
”Oh more visions,” he sighed. ”Great, but I’m used to them by now. I believe it’s the gods playing games.”
When the Necromancer heard this, she relaxed just as Morena joined the high, putting a smile on his face. He guided the sisters toward the bedroom, where he pampered both until they collapsed into babbling messes, thanks to using Time Warp, allowing him to spend days with the sisters.
By the time Archer had finished making love to the two women, he slipped quietly out of the bedroom, his bare feet padding softly against the cool stone floor of the sisters’ underground homes. His mind was already set: preparing breakfast in bed for the Necromancers, Demecia, and Morena.
The emperor of an ever-expanding empire, known for his iron will, strategic brilliance, and brutal actions, found relief in these small acts. In the kitchen, he moved with ease, the clatter of pans and the sizzle of bacon filling the air. He whisked eggs into a fluffy scramble, toasted bread to a golden crisp, and arranged fresh fruit in slices.
Carrying two trays filled to the brim with the steaming feast, Archer returned to the bedroom, the scent of buttery toast and brewed coffee wafting ahead of him. As he crossed the threshold, Demecia bolted upright in bed, her senses catching the aroma. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with curiosity as she sniffed the air.
”What’s that, my love?” she curiously questioned.
”Breakfast for my women,” Archer replied with a warm smile, gently placing a tray on her lap.
The spread was a feast for the eyes as much as the stomach: golden eggs, crisp bacon, buttered toast, and a small crystal bowl of glistening berries, paired with a steaming mug of coffee. Demecia’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping as she took in the sight. ”You made this? For us?” she exclaimed, shocked. ”The emperor, the White Dragon infamous across Thrylos, ruler of countless souls, slaving over a stove?”
Archer chuckled. ”Even emperors can wield a spatula,” he teased, settling the second tray on the bedside table for Morena. ”Besides, I’d rather cook for you both than let some chef take the credit. At least I know my way around a kitchen, unlike most nobles.”
Demecia’s laughter erupted, bright and infectious, the sound stirring Morena from her slumber. The elder sister stretched languidly, her curvaceous form shifting beneath the silken sheets. Her giant boobs jiggled with the motion, drawing a playful smirk from Archer as she yawned and blinked sleepily at the scene.
”What’s all this?” Morena murmured, her voice a sultry contrast to Demecia’s lighter tone. Her blue eyes landed on the tray, and a slow, appreciative smile spread across her face. ”You spoil us, Arch.”
”Only as much as you deserve,” he replied, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
”Who would’ve thought our husband would cook for us, big sis!” Demacia exclaimed happily. ”This is heaven, like Llyniel said.”
Archer chuckled before kissing both women and revealing. ”I’ve been asked to help Hali and Llyn on one of their projects, I’m going to go now as you eat.”
Following that, he used the dragon tattoo to teleport to the snake woman’s poison hideout and materialized inside her lab. Once there, his senses kicked in, but it was too late as a little black snake latched onto his arm, injecting a potent poison into his veins. Gritting his teeth, he used his mana to burn away the toxins while picking up the little creature.
It was as big as a pencil, but Archer could sense the danger it gave off. His eyebrow arched when he felt his arm being eaten by the poison. He raised his now blackened arm before using a healing spell that destroyed it for good. ”Looks like Halime’s been busy. What are these things for, though? Assassinations?”
”My darling,” a sultry voice purred from the shadowed corner. ”I’m unleashing these creations on Verdantia to destroy the noble houses from within.”
Archer spun to find his stunning serpentine wife gliding from the darkness. Her sleek black hair swept into a tight ponytail, and her yellow eyes sparkled with adoration. As she drew near, she body pressed close, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Halime’s soft hands slid down his chest until reaching his waistband.
The young woman broke the kiss before tugging him toward her bedroom, a lewd smirk crossing her face. ”Come husband, I need to feel your touch.”
Following that, Halime dragged him into bed. The couple made wild love and by the time they finished, the snake woman was a gagging mess, full of his seed. Archer sat against the headboard and slapped her perky ass. ”Remember you wanted this Hali, you came at me like a succubus and expected me to go easy on you.”
She giggled in response as she breathlessly answered. ”I couldn’t help it, I like being submissive when it comes to you.”
Archer chuckled and cast Cleanse over everything before standing up, stretching his arms forcing cracks to echo through the bedroom as he questioned. ”So what did you need help with?”
”Mana Generator,” she responded, leaning on him. ”It needs to be recharged but it drains me and Lyn so much.”
”Where is she?” he asked.
”Gone to get more ingredients from Dragonheart,” Halime revealed. ”We needed extra things for the Black Devil Snakes.”
”And those are one of the things that bit me?”
”Yes.”
”It rotted my arm even though I sent tons of mana into the injury.”
Halime’s smile grew wider as she answered. ”That’s the point, a normal mage will be able to hold it back for a few second but once the mana runs out, the poison will rot them from the inside out.”
When Archer heard this his eyes widened before laughing. ”That’s rather evil but I love it, hopefully they can wipe out loads of church dogs. How many do you have ready?”
”Over a million.”
”You’re creating a nightmare, Hal,” he said, shocked. ”You’ve been busy it seems.”