Chapter 253 Azur Cannon
Shaking his head as he dismissed her status, Archer answered, “Well, I gain a Status Point every time I eat one. So it’s worth it for a while longer.”
Teuila nodded in understanding. A while later, the small Stone Men returned with three hundred Orc hearts and treasure.
Archer stowed them away and dismissed all the Stone Men. The two of them continued their journey as he picked her up and started flying.
In their search for the slave camp in Thalassa Grove further north, they heard Ella’s voice while flying.
“Arch, we are ready to join you,” she said as he began to descend.
Curious, Teuila wondered what was happening, but Archer explained, “Ella and Hemera are ready to join us.”
As they landed, a portal to the domain opened, and the two of them joined the group, greeting him with smiles and kisses.
Ella looked at Archer as he ate a heart, raising an eyebrow she asked, “Why are you eating hearts?”
He explained his reasons as he finished. Another portal opened, and Sera leaped out, landing on him.
She playfully attacked his ear, mumbling, “You’re supposed to be my husband, not my bully.”
Archer laughed, grabbing her ass and giving it a playful squeeze, causing her to stop her attack.
Sera grinned mischievously at him and planted a kiss on his lips. After their affectionate moment, he gently set her down, and they began walking with the group.
The girls, minus Nefertiti, chatted among themselves while Archer continued consuming the hearts.
After a few hours, he finished them all and began feeling unwell. His pace slowed, prompting the girls to look at him.
Sera giggled and chimed in, “You brought this upon yourself, Arch. You’re too greedy.”
Archer smiled at her comment but soon quickened his pace as his belly ache calmed down.
As they ventured through the forest, they eventually encountered a road. Walking alongside it, he took a moment to check his status.
‘Status.’
Experience: 3200
/20000
Level Up: 301>310
Sp: 0>548
Hp: 7200>7500
Mana: 33750>35000
Strength: 6050>6200
Constitution: 5820>6000
Stamina: 6100>6200
Stone Wardens: 3>4
Mana Manipulation: 1>2
Void Rift: 0>1
Soul Sunder: 0>1
Analyze: 1>2
With a sense of satisfaction from his substantial level increase, Archer decided to allocate his abundance of Status Points to further enhance his attributes.
Calculating that he had gained 170,000 experience from dispatching the humans and having the Stone Men eliminate the Orcs, Archer chose to allocate his points strategically.
He invested 100 points into Hp, Mana, Strength, and Intelligence. Additionally, he put 50 points to Constitution and Stamina.
Lastly, he assigned 48 points to Charisma, with the upgrades complete, Archer reviewed his updated status.
Hp: 7500>8500
Mana: 35000>38000
Strength: 6200>7200
Constitution: 6000>6500
Stamina: 6200>6700
Charisma: 5370>5850
Intelligence: 5760>6760
Archer was pleased with his recent upgrades, noting the subtle shifts in his body.
Stretching his arms, he cast Anti-Magic and maintained its constant activation. Lost in his own thoughts, Hemera ceased her conversation with the other girls and approached him.
Glancing down at her, Archer met her gaze and explained, “I call it Anti-Magic. It prevents any spells from affecting me.” 𝘪𝑎.
Hemera’s eyes widened in amazement, a realization dawning upon her that he possessed the ability to create his own spells.
While not an impossibility, such a feat required a combination of various factors and a stroke of good fortune.
Shaking her head slightly, she followed up with another question, “So you can craft your own spells?”
He nodded, a smile gracing his lips, and shared his secret, “Whenever I attain a new rank, I can devise a new spell.”
Her smile grew wider, excitement coursing through her. “Could I assist you in creating a spell the next time you have the opportunity?”
“Absolutely, you can. In fact, I could create one right now. When we return to the treehouse, you can help me brainstorm one,” he offered, his gaze fixed on the enthusiastic elf.
Hemera readily agreed, a swift nod emphasizing her eagerness. At that moment, his Aura Detector alerted him to incoming signals.
Archer promptly alerted the three other girls, and their reactions were swift. Ella swiftly drew her bow, Teuila readied her sword, and Sera summoned her claws and wings in readiness.
Ratlings burst forth from the forest, flooding the road. Archer assumed a battle-ready stance and promptly cast Plasma Missiles.
The spell crashed into the swarm, sending several creatures hurtling through the air.
Undeterred, he followed up by casting Flashpoint, directing the fiery onslaught towards the Rat Ogres that emerged from the rear.
Bright, blazing bolts shot out from his hand, resembling homing missiles as they zipped through the air with purpose.
They shot at the creatures and pierced through their heads putting an end to the Rat Ogres.
Hemera was casting Sun Bolts and Fire Storm guarding the rear of the group, she had a small smile on her face as her spells rained down hell on their enemies.
Archer spotted Teuila keeping the creatures away from Ella while Sera jumped around while laughing as she slashed at the Ratlings.
The forest erupted into a symphony of chaos as the swarm of Ratlings descended upon the group.
Archer decided to stand at the edge of the fray, his eyes focused on the battlefield, confident in the abilities of his girls.
He knew that he didn’t have to intervene – they were a formidable team, each girl contributing their unique skills to the fight.
Ella stepped forward, her bow held steady as she notched an explosive arrow.
With a big smile, she released the arrow, and it streaked through the air, leaving behind a trail of fiery brilliance.
The arrow found its mark amidst the Ratlings, detonating with a resounding blast that sent Ratlings flying in all directions.
Beside Ella, Teuila moved with an almost ethereal grace. Her sword danced through the air, intercepting incoming attacks and striking down Ratlings with precision.
Her perfect sword skills were a marvel to behold, her movements fluid and graceful as she wove a tapestry of defense around Ella.
The clash of Celestium against fang and claw created a mesmerizing rhythm, a testament to Teuila’s unwavering mastery.
Meanwhile, Sera’s hyperactive energy was a force of nature in itself. She bounded and leaped, her wings creating gusts of wind that disoriented the Ratlings.
Her claws sliced through the air, each strike accompanied by a chorus of screeches as Ratlings met their demise.
Her movements were unpredictable, her attacks a blur of motion that left chaos in her wake.
Hemera, ever attuned to the power of the sun, stood at the center of the battlefield. Her hands moved in intricate patterns, weaving threads of radiant energy that burst forth as beams of searing light.
The Ratlings that came too close were engulfed in brilliant flames, their chittering cries drowned out by the intensity of Hemera’s sun magic.
Her presence was a beacon of hope, a guiding light that bolstered the group’s morale.
As the battle raged on, Archer watched with a mixture of awe and pride. As his Fiances fought with a unity that transcended words.
Their movements coordinated and their actions harmonized. They were a symphony of destruction, each one playing their part to perfection.
However, Archer’s keen eyes swiftly locked onto the robed figures positioned at the rear of the battle, their sinister intentions evident as they chanted incantations aimed at Teuila.
Their peculiar staffs were directed towards her, even as she valiantly defended Hemera and Ella from the relentless onslaught of creatures.
The arcane spells they conjured traversed the battlefield, hurtling inexorably toward the unsuspecting princess. In a surge of protective anger, Archer cast Blink, catapulting himself in front of Teuila.
The spell struck him with force, sending him skidding backward, yet it abruptly dissipated into thin air as Archer retaliated with a spell of his own.
His hand was pointed at the robed figures. ‘Azur Cannon.’
Mana surged from his outstretched hand, coalescing into a swirling vortex of vibrant violet light.
This vortex expanded at a breakneck pace, casting an iridescent glow that bathed the entire battlefield in its brilliance.
The Ratling Warlocks, taken aback, frantically raised their gnarled staffs in a futile bid to shield themselves from the impending spell.
Their efforts proved fruitless as the Azur Cannon surged forth, a relentless torrent of raw magical might that tore through the air with a deafening roar.
The impact was nothing short of cataclysmic. The Azur Cannon’s relentless power slammed into the Ratling Warlocks, enveloping them in an all-consuming maelstrom of energy.
Their agonized screams were swallowed by the torrent of magic, and in an instant, the once-threatening figures were utterly eradicated.
As the vibrant violet light gradually faded, the clearing regained an eerie calmness, the malevolent presence of the Ratling Warlocks utterly banished by the sheer potency of Archer’s attack.
Staring in wide-eyed astonishment, the group of girls was a mixture of shock and awe, their expressions a testament to their admiration for his formidable abilities.
Yet, his actions didn’t end there. He cast Stone Wardens, summoning hundreds of them to unleash havoc upon any remaining Ratlings.
The stronger Stone Men displayed increased strength and speed, moving swiftly across the battlefield and mercilessly defeating any enemies that crossed their way.
In the midst of the chaotic scene, Archer’s spellcasting remained unwavering. He kept using Flashpoint to set the battlefield ablaze, engulfing numerous creatures in flames.
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