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The furious gaze of Allan unleashed blazing flames from within his eyes, as his enormous attacks turn the entire sky into flames. He had already realized the God of Dungeons was targeting him right now, through this strange Domain of Miasma. He had considered breaking it and sliced the sky only to find it quickly repairing itself. No matter how much he damaged the barrier itself, it wasn't destroyed. If he wanted, he could easily run away from it, but that was never his intention.
"So it's true, Shade and Nepheline must be finding the pillars keeping this thing up. I have to trust on them and get to my wife and my daughter. I shouldn't had separated so much from her! But how could I had guessed a damn dragon would show up?!"
Allan was rather desperate. As the son of a Mercenary Commander, he always held high regards to fighting and the thrill of battle. Even in his younger years as he grew stronger with his group of heroes, he was always recklessly jumping into danger. It could be said that he never had that much of a brain, or had muscles for brains, perhaps, as Faylen often called him back then, and still do today.
"Faylen's plan made sense but I shouldn't had recklessly obeyed her like this… I have to consider things myself. She's also incredibly reckless!" Sighed Allan. "She's pregnant with our second kid, I can't let her go through too much stress, that dragon's Tier 9 if not higher, she can't beat that thing alone!"
However, right as he was midway through getting there, an enormous dragon emerged out of flames, and began fighting against the other dragon. Allan quickly realized that thing was some sort of spirit.
"Could that be… Sylphy's Spirit?!" Allan asked in shock.
The battle between dragons was powerful and devastating, even several meters away. As Allan constantly shredded apart countless monsters trying to get in his way, he saw as the two dragons fought, but the one that Sylphy summoned easily got destroyed at the end… only to reemerge once more, made completely of…
"Divine Flames?!"
Allan was being surprised moment after moment. When he finally got closer, he saw the Divine Flames-made Dragon defeat the other, throwing it down into the floor. However, it wasn't capable of killing the dragon, and it remained alive.
"Could this dragon be a sibling of that dragon I slay several years ago? Damn it, I shouldn't had killed him so leisurely…" Allan lamented, quickly flying to finish the dragon off now that it was weakened.
"Good job at keeping him busy, Sylphy! I'll take him down from here!" Allan roared, pointing his two enormous swords at the dragon who had once more approached the Fortress of Holy Light his wife constructed.
"Unnggh?! Draconic Barrier! Scale Shield!"
CLAAAASSSSSHHH!
The enormous shockwave that Allan's attacks generated by reaching Agni's barrier and shield made out of magic shook the entire sky, as Allan suddenly flinched for a bit, but his blades easily began getting through the barrier of the dragon.
Sylphy who had been just offered a contract with this amazing dragon panicked. Her father got the wrong idea now!
"Father stop! STOP!" Sylphy cried, as Ignatius flew towards Allan and got right in front of him.
"Please stop!" He roared back, slapping Allan's face with his tail.
"Agh…?! Sylphy's Spirit?!" Allan asked in surprise.
Suddenly, Allan realized the dragon was looking at him furiously, but not attacking, and his Draconic Aura was also very low right now, meaning he had no intentions of killing him either nor he wanted any hostility. He also noticed everyone in the floor asking him to stop.
Although Ifrit wanted more blood, he quickly stopped, as his Spirit Transformation and Spirit Fusion techniques stopped, he sighed in relief for a bit, descending into the floor in confusion and then… well, he was explained everything.
Through his entire life Allan always fought dragons. He could never befriend one, although one of his Familiars was the strongest Wyvern, that wyvern was more like a tamed monster. And although he wished he could get a dragon familiar which would fit his fire. They were prideful, arrogant, and hated all humans, so that was always impossible. Because of that, Allan was currently shocked to see his daughter somehow managing to make a dragon, who had come to slay them to avenge Ignatius, into her new friend…
Even in such a crisis as right now, his talented daughter never stopped to surprise him. It was a new adventure for her every single day. And every day, without fail, she would surprise him with something new which he never thought possible.
At the end, as he saw the arrogant dragon crossing his arms but reluctantly deciding to ally with them temporarily just for his little brother, who seemed to have become Sylphy's Fire Spirit, he couldn't help but chuckle a bit, even amidst all of this chaos and disaster.
"You never stop amusing me, Sylphy…" He sighed, suddenly feeling completely tired, and almost passing out in the spot.
"Papa!" Sylphy cried, quickly catching her father who suddenly lost all strength. The transformation with Ifrit was still too much for his body, even after seemingly having reached the pinnacle of what a human could achieve in Physique.
"Ungh… I am tired, just tired, don't worry… I am just happy you and your mother are okay." Allan sighed with a smile, caressing his daughter's tender face with his rugged, scar-filled bloodied hands, those hands filled with scars and blood which were used to protect everything he loved.
"Allan! Geez, you overdid it again, didn't you?" The voice of Faylen reprimanding Allan from behind resonated near him, he couldn't help but smile as he was feeling more and more dizzier, as if he was about to fall unconscious.
"Here!"
However, his daughter immediately offered him a strange looking green leaf.
"Eat this!"
The leaf had a certain spiritual glitter surrounding it, and without thinking it twice, he ate it.
FLASH!
Seconds after chewing through it, his entire body suddenly began to flow with new life.
It felt as if he was drinking an Elixir due to its immediate effects!
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