Novel Full Chapter 291 Rage (2)
Chapter 291 Rage (2)
Archer’s roar echoed through the battlefield, he was a force of nature, an embodiment of wrath that swept aside all who dared to stand against him.
Following his claw strike, as he leaped back he took a deep breath and? exhaled a flood of flames towards a group of approaching dragon slayers.
When the fire hit the humans they burned to dust while screaming, he watched as their ashes floated off in the breeze.
As the dust settled and the final echoes of battle faded, Archer stood amidst the fallen, his chest heaving and his body covered in the blood of his enemies.
Only a dozen or so knights still stood, every dragon slayer was dead. Their bodies were ripped apart or burning.
He turned toward the church knights with an evil smile. Corwin saw this and was about to order a retreat before someone appeared in front of him.
The church knight quickly blocked Thorin’s sword strike which sent him sliding backward, and the two older men started fighting.
Archer looked at the rest of them before he rushed at them. His movements were a dance of death, fluid and deadly, as he surged forward with a speed that left a blur in his wake.
His eyes glowed with a feral light, his claws extended and his tail lashed behind him like a living weapon.
The remaining knights battered armor and their spirits shaken, turned to face this force of nature barreling down toward them.
But before they could react, Archer was on them. His claws tore through metal and flesh with ease.
The knight’s screams mixed with the clash of steel, creating a symphony of terror. One by one, the humans fell before his brutal onslaught.
His tail thrashed out like a powerful battering ram, knocking his enemies away. Blood sprayed into the air, creating a gruesome scene of destruction.
Archer rushed at the last human alive and grabbed a hold of him before plunging his claws into his guts.
The man quickly died and he threw the body to the side like trash. He cast Stone Wardens and ordered the stone loot goblins to get all the hearts.
After a little while they all returned and handed over everything they looted as he dismissed them.
Everything went quiet all of a sudden, Archer looked around and didn’t see any more foes which disappointed him.
But he knew this wasn’t over until he showed them what happens when they hurt someone close to him.
As Thorin’s battle ended, Archer his armor was dented and his sword stained with the blood of their foes.
He was making its way over to him when he saw the look in the boy’s eyes.
Thorin recognized the danger in his unchecked fury, the potential for him to become a force of darkness.
But it was too late as it completely took over him, Thorin spoke. ”Archer calm down! I’m sure they’re fine.”
When he said they the boy turned to him and he saw his violet eyes blazing with rage as he turned to the man. ”They hurt them. They shall pay dearly.”
As he moved away, his words carried on. “No longer do I travel as a man.”
His gaze shifted from Thorin, his voice a quiet murmur. “Draco.”
Archer’s body trembled as a radiant light enveloped him, blinding his uncle. As the bright light subsided.
He had transformed into his white dragon form, a sight both awe-inspiring and fearsome.
Enormous wings unfurled, their span stretching wide and casting a shadow over the area.
The glistening white scales that covered his body shimmered in the sunlight, reflecting a myriad of colors.
His legs, sturdy and strong, supported his colossal frame as he planted them firmly on the earth.
His claws, each bigger than a fully grown warrior, dug into the ground with a thunderous thud, leaving deep imprints in their wake.
Archer’s head, crowned with four majestic horns, rose high above the grasslands.
His eyes, a brilliant shade of violet, blazed with intelligence and a hint of the untamed power that dwelled within.
With a single exhale, he let loose a plume of icy breath that lingered in the air like a ghostly mist.
Archer’s change showed who he really was – a living natural power, representing both beauty and destruction together.
With a mighty beat of his wings, he ascended into the sky, his massive form casting a colossal shadow over the land below.
The wind itself seemed to bow before his might, carrying with it the echoes of a new legend being born.
[Thorin’s POV]
Thorin watched the massive dragon flying to the closest city with wide eyes. He had heard his nephew was one but hadn’t seen it until now.
As he shook his head he took out an artifact. Thorin sent mana into it and activated it.
He said into the device, “Osoric, the boy is rampaging, and I can’t catch up.”
After waiting for a few minutes the emperor’s voice came through the device. ”What do you mean rampage? What has happened since you left Sentinel’s Reach?”
Thorin went on to explain everything that happened until this point. When he was down Osoric spoke in a fed-up voice. ”His going to attack the churches. They keep provoking him.”
There was a silence before he continued. ”Follow him Thorin and keep me updated. I’m going to see what I can do.”
When he was finished speaking he summoned his flying carpet and followed behind Archer.
[Back to Archer] .𝒎
Archer soared through the skies as his massive wings propelled him over the vast expanse of grasslands and dense forests.
The wind rushed past him, carrying the scents of earth and foliage as he glided effortlessly, the world below him a tapestry of greens and browns.
As he flew, his keen violet eyes scanned the landscape, searching for any signs of disturbance.
In the distance, not far from the outskirts of the nearest city, he spotted a structure rising above the trees.
A church, with its spires reaching towards the heavens, caught his attention. A surge of emotions roiled within him as he neared the church.
The recent Memories of the pain of those he cared for flooded his mind. His rage intensified, and his wings angled, guiding him toward the place that had drawn his attention.
With each beat of his wings, he closed the distance between himself and the church. The ground below grew closer, and the details of the structure became clearer.
Stained glass windows reflected the sunlight, creating a kaleidoscope of colors. The stone walls stood strong and weathered, a testament to the passage of time.
Archer looked down at the church he cast Azur Comet on top of the church and watched the scene unfold.
A brilliant streak of violet lights erupted from the heavens, hurtling towards the tower with incredible speed.
The air crackled with energy as the comets descended, leaving a trail of shimmering stardust in its wake.
With a powerful crash, the ground trembled as the tower was consumed by a blinding violet explosion. .
The walls quivered before caving to the spell’s immense might. But that wasn’t all. As the comet’s light faded, a new phenomenon emerged.
From the remnants of the tower, a vivid violet flame soared into the sky, like a beacon of pure energy and power.
The flame illuminated the area, casting an eerie glow upon the chaos below. It was a symbol of his rage.
As the flame danced in the heavens, the church was reduced to ruins, its once-proud structure now a smoldering wreckage.
The combination of the Azur Comet and the violet flames was a spectacle that would be forever etched in the memories of all who bore witness to it.
The impact was cataclysmic. The buildings surrounding the church trembled, its walls cracking and crumbling under the onslaught of his wrath.
Dust and debris filled the air as the building groaned, unable to resist his powerful attack.
The building collapsed spectacularly like a giant falling to its knees. Archer kept attacking, breaking down the building into rubble.
The ground shook as the structure fell, and the echoes of destruction echoed across the area.
Once the dust cleared, only a pile of debris remained, proof of his overwhelming anger. Archer looked at his handiwork and was happy.
He flew north again to find more churches, he wasn’t bothered about the death of the people inside as they all supported the Church of Lights point of view.
Archer continued to fly north, when he found the next one he would take all the valuables and not let his anger take over.
After flying for half an hour he saw a city in the distance, and he made his way to it. Once he got closer he spotted another one but inside the city this time.
But after destroying the last church helped him calm down and by the time he reached this one, he was calmer.
He didn’t want to damage the city so he flew over it and landed in the courtyard of the church.
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