Chapter 470 Maybe I Should Marry Archer
After successfully eating the red dragon's soul, Archer felt all its memories pouring into his mind, causing a massive headache.
He learned of an island of dragon kingdoms warring with witches and so much more, thanks to the dragon's age.
But the random and useless memories were discarded. However, as the last remnants of the red dragon's soul were assimilated, Archer's once-majestic form began to waver.
The toll of the battle and his injuries caused a wave of fatigue to wash over him. Archer collapsed to the ground.
But before he fell into darkness, he cast Aurora Healing on Sia and Albert before he fell asleep while curling up next to the dragon's corpse.
[Sia's POV]
[Minutes before Archer's fight ended]
Despite the pain, Sia couldn't help but watch the intense dragon battle. Blood and scales filled the air, creating a chaotic scene.
The collision of large red and white scales resembled comets falling from the sky, turning the heavens into a mesmerizing spectacle.
As Sia watched, her eyes fixed on Archer locked in combat with the red dragon, the intensity of their clash echoed through the battleground.
The red dragon swiftly slashed at Archer's side, leaving three deep gashes on his flank.
The sight shivered through Sia, a silent gasp escaping her lips. But before the red dragon could revel in its attack, Archer retaliated with a fierce countermove.
With determination etched across his draconic features, Archer lunged forward and clamped his powerful jaws around the red dragon's limb.
The older dragon roared in pain, the sound reverberating through the air. At that moment, the dance of titans unfolded before Sia's eyes.
She witnessed it fling Archer away, a surprising feat given his size. Then, out of nowhere, a stream of violet fire struck the dragon.
Sia saw it roar in pain before the battle continued. Amidst the ongoing clash, she made her way over to her injured father.
Upon reaching the old man, she was taken aback when she heard him chuckle. Annoyed, Sia confronted him, "Why are you laughing, old man? You're seriously injured, and you laugh!"
Pulling out two potions, she poured one into Albert's mouth and consumed the other. However, the effects were minimal against their severe injuries.
With the last of her strength, she collapsed to the ground after administering the remaining potion to Albert.
"He's come, and he's angry. I can tell the boy cares, but in his own way. What that stupid girl did to him has affected him so deeply; I don't think he realizes that much," Albert spoke with labored breaths as the potion took effect, though its impact was limited.
As Albert and Sia observed Archer locked in combat with the dragon, a sense of awe and concern gripped them.
The fierce clash between the two colossal beings unfolded. Each attack made the ground shake, and trees fell in the jungle.
However, their attention was abruptly diverted as eerie, shadowy figures emerged from the darkness.
The creepy shadow beasts silently descended upon the remaining church knights, visibly frightened and paralyzed by fear.
In an unsettling dance, the shadowy beings swiftly and efficiently killed the knights.
Albert and Sia exchanged worried glances, their focus torn between Archer's intense struggle with the dragon and the encroaching threat of the shadowy assailants.
They witnessed five Templar Knights, the church's elite forces, valiantly holding their ground and successfully dispatching the shadow creatures.
The display of skill by the Templar Knights was commendable. However, despite their efforts, the relentless advance of the shadow creatures persisted.
Sensing the escalating threat, the Templar leader displayed signs of panic.
In a desperate move, he charged towards Sia and Albert, who exchanged worried looks as the situation took an unexpected turn.
As the leader approached, dozens of shadow creatures materialized in front, blocking the knights' path.
Frustration etched across the man's face, he swung his sword, but in an instant, his arm dropped to the ground, severed by the creature's unseen force.
Amidst the chaos, a particular shadow creature with long talons leaped backward.
The leader, now defenseless, watched in horror as all the shadow creatures lunged at him, overwhelming him in a nightmarish onslaught.
His body torn and battered, Archer's screams faded away, echoing the now-silent battlefield. Sia turned to witness the aftermath, finding Archer holding the defeated red dragon.
Suddenly, something shifted, and the red dragon's lifeless form plummeted to the ground with a resounding crash.
The jungle quivered in response, yet Sia's heart swelled joyfully, knowing that Archer had emerged victorious.
Sia, her eyes widening with concern as she approached Archer's dragon form. The moonlight revealed the extent of the injuries that adorned his once-majestic scales.
Deep gashes and scorched marks painted his body. She saw how battered his body was and noticed that he was going to collapse.
But before he did, Sia felt mana wash over her and heal all her wounds, and Alberts spoke happily. ''See, he does care! The boy is on the verge of a long sleep and still manages to heal us.''
Sia looked over to the old man who was now standing. She shook her head and stood up herself as her legs shook.
She ran her hand gently over his wounded body, tracing the lines of the injuries that were slowly healing.
In the hushed aftermath of the battle, Albert approached Archer's colossal, slumbering form.
The old man's eyes reflected pride and gratitude as he gently stroked the dragon's immense scales.
His voice, filled with emotion, declared, "I'm proud to have a grandson like you who would fight another dragon for an old man like me."
Sia, standing nearby, observed the tender scene with a warm smile. The air stirred as Archer, in his deep slumber, let out a large breath, its force nearly blowing Sia away.
After seeing Archer, the two walked through the battlefield, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of survivors.
The air was heavy with the weight of the recent conflict, and the quiet aftermath echoed with the sounds of destruction.
As they moved cautiously through the fallen foliage and remnants of the battle, their hearts sank at the sight of the fallen comrades.
However, hope flickered as they discovered two dozen Avalonians who had weathered the storm and survived the battle.
A spark of hope illuminated Sia's eyes, and relief washed over her. Despite his weariness, Albert managed a nod of approval.
The battered but alive survivors gazed up at their leaders with exhaustion and gratitude.
After tending to the soldiers, those who could move began setting up camp next to Archer's massive body.
Sia observed a curious phenomenon—no beasts ventured near, avoiding the area as if plagued by an unseen force.
But she knew it was Archer keeping them at bay. That's when the last hours of the night passed by as Sia and Albert got some rest.
[Back to Archer]
As Archer's body completed its healing, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by diminutive figures staring up at him.
Confusion clouded his thoughts momentarily, questioning why they appeared so small. Then, the realization dawned on him—he was still in his dragon form.
He shook his large head and stood up as his body cracked, which hurt the soldier's ears when they heard the crack.
Archer took in the aftermath of the battle, the once-lush jungle now reduced to ruins, with shattered trees and torn vegetation.
The air bore the weight of destruction as the morning sun lit the scene. Among the wreckage, Archer's focus shifted to the lifeless form of the older red dragon.
Approaching the large body, Archer unexpectedly found himself able to store it within his Item Box.
Surprise registered on his face, quickly followed by a sense of satisfaction. Closing his eyes, he delved into the contents of his Item Box.
He scanned it to see how many hearts he had and realized he had collected three thousand two hundred.
Getting an idea, he opened his large mouth and summoned all the hearts above him. They all dropped into his mouth.
Archer felt the rush of mana as he ate them all at once. He decided to check his status after seeing Sia and Albert.
Archer approached the camp, and his eyes fell upon a large tent standing amidst the makeshift shelter.
Intuition led him to believe that Sia might be inside, and a sense of anticipation filled him. As he drew closer, he wondered what awaited him within.
Archer quietly entered the tent, and to his surprise, he heard his grandmother's voice in a scolding tone.
He saw Sia giggling while Mia told off the old man on a communication device. She was chastising Albert for engaging in conflict with the church.
The older woman expressed concern about his frequent injuries that weighed heavily on her heart.
"I can't bear seeing you hurt so often, Albert. It worries me," her voice blended frustration and love.
Then, with a mischievous. "Maybe I should marry Archer; he doesn't get into as much trouble," she added, prompting a playful giggle from Sia.
Standing at the entrance, Archer couldn't help but smile at the unexpected banter between his grandmother and grandfather.
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