A Journey That Changed The World

Chapter 1461: Stand, Cowards!

While Archer was busy destroying the Terravian realm the women were back on Thrylos fightingthe Alliance as they knew he had gone. They pushed from the Darkthorne but the Monarchs met them head on led by Vivienne.

The redheaded beauty stood on the fortress that protected the land their husband and sister wife had taken, they had been instructed the hold the place until he returned. She noticed several Demi-Gods heading in their direction and was ready to fight,

Just then, Valariana appeared beside her. ’’Ready to fight Vivi?’’ she smirked.

Vivienne’s red eyes blazed with excitement as she stood atop the war-scarred ramparts, the wind whipping her crimson hair like a banner. She thrust her hand forward, her will surging like a tempest through the ether.

From a portal that opened beside her, a swarm of Nightmare Assassin Ants erupted from the Domain, their black carapaces glinting under the afternoon sun. Beside them materialized towering Guardians.

Their hulking forms radiating an aura of strength, each step shaking the earth as they rallied to her side. They were extensions of her will, ready to carve a path through the chaos of battle.

Suddenly, a blinding streak of mana tore through the air, a spell, crackling with destructive power, hurtling toward Vivienne. The onlooking Draconians gasped, frozen in terror, but her lips curled into a fearless smirk.

In a heartbeat, she launched herself forward, her lithe form a blur of motion as she met the projectile head-on. Her fist, wreathed in a shimmering aura of raw power, collided against the spell in a thunderous explosion of light and sound.

’Now let’s return this to the sender,’ she thought, smirking.

The impact reverberated across the battlefield, a shockwave that sent soldiers stumbling. She let out a defiant roar and redirected the spell, hurling it back toward the enemy lines with such ferocity that it tore through the air like a comet.

Vivienne watched as the Alliance army, caught in its path, was obliterated in an instant, its ranks reduced to ash and ruin as the ground shook beneath the force of her brutal counterattack.

The Ant Queen’s eyes went wide at her strength. As the battlefield called to her, its chaos a siren’s song she could no longer resist. Without hesitation, Vivienne vaulted from the towering wall.

She landed, causing a cataclysmic thud, the earth cracking beneath her boots as shockwaves rippled outward. Her Nightmare Ants and Guardians surged behind her, a relentless tide of destruction, their loyalty to her absolute.

Vivienne charged toward the enemy lines. Bolts of magic and volleys of arrows rained down, but she wove through them. Each step was deliberate, each dodge was proof to her unbreakable focus and how much she’s learned from the harem.

Her ants swarmed from the rear, their razor-sharp mandibles slicing through armor and flesh. Moments later, her Guardians smashed through enemy formations like living battering rams, their roars shaking the heavens.

As she reached the heart of the Alliance’s ranks, chaos erupted in her wake. Vivienne’s fists became instruments of annihilation, each punch a cataclysm that sent dozens of soldiers flying like ragdolls.

A single blow shattered shields, crumpled steel, and sundered lives, her strength a force of nature that no mortal could withstand. Everything became a maelstrom of screams, clashing steel, and the advance of her summoned horde.

The Ant Queen fought not just for victory, but for the man who gave her life and stole her heart. ’’Damn dragon, my panties are wet thanks to you,’’ she muttered under her breath.

Following that, she turned to the battlefield, which was a roiling sea of chaos, the air thick with the acrid tang of smoke and the metallic scent of blood that spread across the landscape, forcing the Draconians to cover their nose.

She quickly noticed Valariana, a blazing comet of destruction, tore through the Alliance ranks alongside her Chull Warriors and Guardians at her heels, their relentless onslaught leaving a trail of shattered armor and broken bodies.

Valariana plummeted from the heavens like a vengeful storm thanks to riding a flying Chull Guardian, her black robes snapping in the wind as she landed. Her black eyes blazed with an otherworldly fire. No mana swirled around her, only the raw power.

The air trembled at her presence, the ground cracking beneath her boots as she looked at the enemy ranks. ’’Vivienne!’’ the blonde Chull Queen Valariana’s voice sliced through the clamor of war. ’’Let’s crush this rabble and grind their banners into the dust!’’

The Ant Queen’s lips twisted into a savage grin, her knuckles bloodied. ’’Together, then!’’ she bellowed, her cry a thunderclap that spurred her Nightmare Ants into a frenzy.

She charged forward, a whirlwind of destruction, weaving through a storm of arrows with skill. Her fists were her weapons, each punch a cataclysm, when an Alliance knight in enchanted plate swung his massive warhammer, Vivienne sidestepped.

Her fist crashed into his breastplate, the metal crumpling like parchment as he hurtled backward, smashing through his ranks in a cascade of broken bodies. Above, Valariana was a storm of Pseudo God power, her movements a blur as she joined the fray.

No spells, no mana, just the force of her fists. She jumped from the flying Chull Guardian, her body twisting midair, and came down like a meteor, her punch cratering the earth and sending a shockwave that toppled a dozen soldiers.

Thanks to that, the Alliance’s war machines groaned as she tore through them, her hands ripping steel apart like cloth, leaving twisted wreckage in her wake. The two Monarchs fought as one, their brutal synergy of devastation.

The Ant Queen was a juggernaut, her fists and summons carving a bloody swath through the front lines, while the muscular blonde was a force of primal chaos, her strikes reshaping the battlefield itself.

As her Guardians smashed a phalanx of pikemen into the mud, Valariana launched herself at a knot of archers, her fists a blur of motion that sent bodies flying, their bows snapping like twigs.

Seconds later, the Alliance’s morale shattered, their proud banners trampled underfoot as panic swept their ranks. From the heart of the Alliance emerged a warlord, his armor gleaming, his greatsword wreathed in cursed flames.

His voice roared over the din, rallying his troops. ’’Stand, cowards! We will not fall to these demons!’’

The stranger charged at the Ant Queen, his blade cleaving the air. Vivienne met him head-on. She ducked his sweeping strike, her fist slamming into his armored chest with a force that sent him reeling.

Nightmare Ants swarmed, tearing at him as he roared. The Blonde Chull Queen seized the moment, vaulting over a line of spearmen to land beside the warlord. Her fist arced like a comet, striking his helm, forcing a deafening crack to ring out.

It shattered, and the warlord collapsed, his body a broken crater. The Alliance fled in chaos, their army dissolving into a desperate scramble. Vivienne and Valariana stood amidst the wreckage, their breaths heavy, their fists still clenched.

The battlefield was theirs, a scarred testament to their unstoppable might. Vivienne thrust a fist skyward, her voice a roar that echoed over the ruins. ’’This is our husband’s land! Let none dare challenge us again!’’

Valariana dropped to the ground beside her, her robes settling as the fire in her eyes cooled to a fierce glint. ’’A good day’s work,’’ she said, a smile curling her lips. ’’But the world’s not done yet.’’

Together, they turned to the north, where the sun sank low, painting the battlefield in a crimson glow. Everything lay in ruins, a scarred expanse of churned earth and shattered steel, but the war was far from over.

Beyond the horizon, the Alliance’s remaining forces regrouped, their banners still defiant. Following that, the Monarchs met up, their fists bloodied and their spirits unyielding, stood ready to press their advantage.

Their Nightmare Ants and Chull seethed restlessly, eager for the next clash as they formed up into a mixed horde. Vivienne cracked her knuckles, her eyes scanning the distant ridge where the enemy reinforcements gathered.

’’They’re stubborn,’’ she growled. ’’But we’ll break them. Every last one.’’

Valariana’s lips curled into a fierce smile, her black eyes glinting. ’’Let them come,’’ she said, rolling her shoulders as if loosening for a brawl. ’’We’ll carve our names into their bones.’’

The enemy’s horns blared, signaling their advance. A new army crested the ridge, a vast host of armored cavalry, pikemen, and siege engines, flanked by elite sorcerers whose staffs glowed.

At their forefront strode a colossal war beast, a chimeric monstrosity covered in scales like iron and claws that gouged the earth. Its roar shook the valley, a challenge to the two warriors and their horde.

Vivienne charged first, her Nightmare Ants surging forward in a chittering tide. The ground trembled under their skittering legs as they swarmed the Alliance’s front lines, mandibles tearing through armor and flesh.

She wove through the chaos, her fists striking a cavalryman’s steed, her punch splintering its barding and sending horse and rider tumbling into the dirt. Another soldier lunged with a spear, but she caught the shaft, snapped it like a twig, and drove her fist into his chest.

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