Chapter 812 How Is This Possible

Chapter 812 How Is This Possible

Archer charged into the thunder dragon, used his claws to brutalize it, and stole the yellow scales that fell off it like a bandit. His enemy became furious and started acting more predictable, allowing him to dodge the attacks.

He started using Blink to confuse the yellow dragon and kept blasting it with Azur Cannons, which damaged its body. While doing that, Archer summoned the Shadow Creatures to go around collecting all the scales that littered the sea's surface and the ones that fell from the sky.

Following that, the thunder dragon blasted him with several Thunderblasts that struck Archer, locked his limbs in place just as the water dragon appeared, and hit him with its tail, sending him crashing into the ocean.

Archer was engulfed by water pouring into his mouth, but suddenly, something washed over him. He knew this magic, which excited him. 'Mary!' he thought.

That was when he could move normally while underwater like he was flying, as his body was covered in a translucent shield. When he figured this out, Archer took a deep breath and fired his violet dragon breath, which shot out of the water.

The volatile beam of flames slammed into the water dragon, burning a hole right through its body, causing it to plummet toward the surface as the life left it. Archer spotted this and rushed forward using Blink.

He quickly reached the blue dragon and stored its corpse in his Item Box before checking his surroundings. Archer spotted Demetra and Kassandra battling a legion of sea monsters, losing to the two titan girls.

That's when he spotted Mary tearing through sea serpents and dragon turtles with ease; the surface above lit up as cannons fired. Archer noticed ships sinking below the waves and were struck by the monsters.

Seeing the debris, Archer felt a pang of guilt upon spotting Draconian ships among the wreckage. Determined to end the battle swiftly, he surged out of the water, taking several deep breaths before unleashing a torrent of flames upon the enemy vessels.

The violet blasts struck many of the Swarms' ships, causing them to explode into bits. This allowed the DRN to get the upper hand, as the Flagship started targeting the bigger vessels and striking them with their Titan Wrath Cannons.

Archer watched as the sizzling mana shells struck the metal hulls, causing mighty explosions that ripped the ships apart like they were made from paper. He was amazed when Demetra suddenly hit a swarm vessel and took it out using her dorsal fin.

Then, a dozen tentacles erupted from the water and tangled around two smaller ships before crushing them. The battle lasted another hour as the enemy ships were mopped up and sank to the sea floor.

Once the battle ended, Archer landed on the bridge balcony of his Flagship, which was littered with scorch marks caused by the enemy cannons. He scanned the horizon and saw dozens of his ships patrolling the waters, looking for monsters to put down.

Following that, Archer entered the bridge and saw Olivia resting on her command chair. He smiled at the white-haired woman before speaking, ''Order the fleet back to Seafire Naval Base. We need to see how many sailors we lost.''

Olivia nodded and gave out the order. Following that, Archer sent Kassandra, Mary, and Demetra a message to meet him at Drakonia City, which they agreed to. Once he had finished all that, he stood by the window and looked out over the battlefield.

colored hair, stood six feet tall, and was board-chested. The commander saluted her as a greeting.

Olivia returned it before asking, ''How many did we lose?''

Bernard looked down as guilt crossed his weathered face as he answered, ''Two Battleships, ten Cruisers, thirteen Destroyers, and twenty Frigates along with most of their crew, but we did manage to rescue 5000 sailors andDragon Marines.''

She felt bad as the navy lost over 20,000 personnel in the last few days, which was a big hit, but Bernard informed her of some good news, ''Ma'mm, people have flocked to the navy and joined in waves.''

Olivia's eyes widened as she scanned the paper Bernard handed her. Nearly 2 million applicants for the Navy? The number was staggering, almost unbelievable. She glanced back at Bernard, her brow furrowing in confusion.

''This can't be right,'' she murmured, more to herself than to him. 'How could so many people want to join us so suddenly?'"

'Has the kingdom been growing that quick? I know refugees flood in daily, but this much? Impossible,' she thought.

She looked at Bernard, ''How is this possible? There couldn't be that many people fleeing here.''

The older man shook, ''The Kingdom has been accepting anyone and everyone who swears a mana oath to the king and realm,'' he revealed. ''And when they see how our people live, they swear it without thinking, giving the realm countless loyal subjects, Ma'am.''

Olivia nodded before looking at the paper and seeing a dozen different races, from barbarians to cat demi-humans. It didn't matter who they were; they joined in droves and allowed them to build a dozen fleets.

When she saw this, Olivia got excited and spoke to the group in a determined voice: ''We may have lost friends, but they knew the risks by joining the 1st. '' She looked at her captains and continued, ''We will become the greatest naval power Thrylos has ever seen! Now, find us suitable leaders, no matter the race. Bring them here as long as they know how to lead a ship.''

The surrounding commanders agreed before rushing off to carry out their work. Olivia thought she was alone, but a voice made her jump: ''My beautiful Liv, this is why I will be making you the overall commander of my navy. You will be allowed to command the 1st, but you will need someone to handle business here.''

Olivia spun around and spotted Archer standing there. He looked at her with his glowing violet eyes, which always captured her with their intensity. She examined the Draconian King, whom she'd grown to like.

He was taller than her and reached six and a half feet tall and wasn't massive, but she could see his bulging muscles under the beige shirt he was wearing, causing her to think, 'Why is this boy so damn handsome! His making me wet by just looking at him.'

She shook her head to clear such dirty thoughts because she was in her late thirties, and no young man would be interested in her, especially the king. Olivia knew he was a flirt with every woman he encountered, so she thought nothing of it when he flirted with her.