Chapter 168

Everything he did was to protect his family.

"Maintaining this fake family" was something he had agreed upon with Losweiser.

He slowly swung his Lightning Sword and cut off Constantine's dragon horns.

Constantine breathed weakly. Leon slowly crouched down above him, looking at the gradually fading dragon eyes, and said softly,

"I told you, I will tell you what the strongest is."

Other authors are breaking down in their defenses and arguing with their readers.

The author of "Your Evil Dragon" broke down in anger and wrote an extra 5,000 words.

(Passed away peacefully)

But if I have monthly passes, I'll be resurrected on the spot!

The giant dragon beneath their feet breathed its last breath and then died.

One of the oldest living dragon kings in the Dragon Race, representing the 'burning' Crimson Flame, has thus perished.

Without a doubt, Constantine is among the top three strongest Dragon Kings that Leon has slain so far.

If circumstances allowed, Leon would really like to have a few more rounds of combat with such a formidable opponent.

Unfortunately, Leon had "family matters to attend to" and couldn't stay too long.

We need to hurry up and finish this quickly so we can go home and have our second child.

What?

You said it's because Teacher Leon's mana bar, which he had painstakingly accumulated, was suddenly emptied, so he didn't dare to linger in the fight?

Ha ha.

That's all Teacher Leon can say to you:

If you're bad at cooking, practice more.

If you can't handle losing, don't play.

The past is the past, the present is the present.

Dude, if you keep comparing my mana issues to when I was out of mana, why don't you compare it to when I used to go around killing Dragon King?

Leon leaped off Constantine's dragon head.

The injured Shirley, clutching her right shoulder, limped up, accompanied by several Silver Dragon warrior.

"Your Prince ... I didn't know you were such a good fighter..." Shirley exclaimed in surprise.

Nonsense, I might have even beaten up your family member, Little Silver Dragon, three years ago. Should I tell you that too?

Leon removed his helmet, revealing that his black hair and face beneath the steel armor were mostly covered in blood that had seeped in from the gaps in the armor.

Normally, this appearance would be quite frightening.

But this is a battlefield, where broken arms and legs are common, so what's wrong with getting a little blood on your hands?

It's all a small matter.

Leon tucked his helmet into his waistband and surveyed the surrounding battlefield.

Constantine has fallen, and now the Crimson Flame Dragon Clan soldiers are leaderless and running away in panic.

However, the Silver Dragon Clan also suffered heavy casualties, not to mention that Anna, who was on the verge of death, needed to be treated not far away. If they pursued the remaining enemy forces now, it might be more trouble than they gained.

After a moment's thought, Leon said, "The battle here is basically over. Don't pursue a defeated enemy; focus on regrouping. Dispose of Constantine's body, cut off his head, and hang it on the border of the Silver Dragon territory. Then send the remaining elite soldiers to the back mountains to defend against any enemy remnants. Finally—"

He looked at Anna, who had just been severely injured by Constantine, and said, "If you don't send a medic soon, your Head Maid will have to go with Constantine."

Shirley snapped out of her daze and quickly dragged her badly injured body toward Anna, crying, "Head Maid! Head Maid, hang in there! The medical team is on their way!"

Anna: I'm tired. Let it all end. It's good to be alive. It doesn't matter if I die.

The silver dragons became active, beheading those who needed to behead and saving those who needed to save lives.

Several soldiers formed a circle, stacking their tails together like a human pyramid, as if in some kind of celebration.

Seeing this, Leon grinned and couldn't help but remark, "What a bromance-filled way to celebrate."

He withdrew his gaze and walked slowly toward the Silver Dragon Sanctuary with heavy steps.

Damn it, you Silver Dragon Clan are so rude! I, the Prince, went to great lengths to kill Constantine for you, and after the battle, not a single person came to escort me back?

If you keep doing this, then next time someone calls, I'll just lie down in the spring and start fighting.

Leon was grumbling to himself when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from ahead.

Looking up, I saw Milan, followed by several Dragon race guard carrying a stretcher.

The Yoga Teacher and the guards ran up to Leon and placed the stretcher on the ground.

Leon paused, glancing at the stretcher. "This... could it be prepared for me?"

"Yes, Your Prince, please lie down," Milan said earnestly.

"... I don't think I've reached the point where I need to be carried on a stretcher."

Throughout his many years of fighting in the north and south, Leon only ever lay on a stretcher once—and that wasn't even because he was injured in battle.

That was when he had just joined the Dragon Slayer Army. One evening, he ate the ultimate devilish meal of eggplant and carrots for dinner.

That night, the future strongest Dragon Slayer was carried to the hospital on a stretcher.

He died before he could even begin his mission, leaving behind a trail of tears. His master even teased Leon about it for two whole weeks.

Ah well, a hero doesn't dwell on past glories.

Leon sighed, pulled himself out of his thoughts, and obediently lay down on the stretcher.

They can't just call him "Prince" for nothing; they have to be given the kind of service Prince should enjoy.

Two guards carried the stretcher, one in front and one behind, and walked towards the Silver Dragon Sanctuary.

Upon reaching the entrance to the Holy Temple's front courtyard, Leon gestured for them to put him down.

"It's alright, Your Prince, we can escort you up," a guard said.

Leon waved his hand, "It's alright, I can go up myself." (Phosphorus)

The blue bar was emptied within half an hour, leaving Leon extremely exhausted, but he couldn't actually be carried on a stretcher.

If his daughters saw this, they'd probably think their Dad was seriously injured.

He does have a tendency to be quite strong-willed in some ways. He always feels that as a qualified father, or... husband, no matter what he experiences outside, he must present his best self to his family the moment he opens the door. (3)

So what if he just killed the invincible Crimson Flame Dragon King? (4)

In the past, he might have proudly displayed Constantine's dragon horns to his comrades. "Look, my super Special Merit!"

Then bask in the envious glances from your comrades.

But now, all he wanted was to go back and hug Noa and Mu En, and see his 'wife' in labor.

Shedding his armor and stripping away his lightning, he transformed back into a loving Daddy to his daughters.

And Losweiser's... fake husband. Let's talk.

Snap—

His steel combat boots pounded on the stone steps of the Holy Temple, and he walked slowly and heavily into the temple.

Upon arriving at the Holy Temple, before entering Losweiser's bedroom, he first removed the Black-Gold War Chariot and temporarily placed it in the nursery next door.

It can also be seen as letting "old friends" tour the house he has lived in over the past year.

(Black-Gold War Chariot: I f***ing thank you!)

She also washed the blood off her face in the bathroom of the nursery.

It wouldn't be good if I scared my daughters.

After getting ready, Leon went to Losweiser's bedroom.

Several doctors were still gathered around Losweiser's bedside.

Upon hearing the door open, Noa peeked out from the balcony and, seeing it was Leon, immediately grabbed her sister's hand and ran over.

"Daddy!"

The two little Dragon girl hugged him from both sides, burying their little heads in his waist.

Leon was barely able to stand, but he still managed to support himself and respond to the hugs of his two darlings.

He patted their heads and asked in a relaxed tone, "Is Daddy handsome?"

"So handsome! Daddy is the most handsome!" Noa didn't hold back her admiration and praise for her Dad.

Mu En shook the tuft of hair on his head, "Daddy is the second most powerful dragon Mu En has ever seen!"

Leon blinked. "Who's number one?"

"It's Mom, because Daddy listens to Mom the most," Dragon girl replied earnestly.

The strongest person in the universe isn't a Super Saiyan, but rather a Super Saiyan's wife.

Yes, that makes perfect sense.

But Leon wondered to himself, "Do I usually look like a henpecked husband?"

No way, I'm evenly matched with the Dragon Queen, and I often solo kill her too.

Oh... I mentioned her.

Leon looked into the bedroom.

The doctors surrounding the bed also made way for it.

On the large bed, the baby's cries seemed to announce everything.

The two daughters beside him obediently let go of his hand.

Leon walked towards the bedside.

The frail, silver-haired beauty lay on her side on the bed, her hair slightly disheveled, some strands still clinging to her cheeks.

Beside her was an infant in swaddling clothes.

The baby cried incessantly, eagerly breathing in the fresh air of this world.

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window, and a gentle breeze stirred the thin gauze curtains.

Amidst the cries, black and silver eyes met.

At this moment, all language seems to have become weak and powerless.

Just being quietly immersed in each other's gaze is enough to surpass a thousand words.

The doctors left Losweiser's bedroom without any hesitation.

The two little ones waited obediently to the side, leaving this hard-won peace to Mom Daddy.

Beside the large bed, a man and a dragon gazed at each other.

After a brief eye contact, Leon's gaze fell on the baby.

He opened his mouth, as if to ask something.

But there were so many questions that I didn't know where to begin.

Just ten minutes ago, he was a decisive and ruthless God of War dominated the battlefield, but when faced with his wife and baby who had just given birth, he seemed a little hesitant and timid.

Leon had never witnessed the birth of a new life.

To be honest, this should be considered his first experience of the excitement of "I'm a Daddy".

After all, he was still in a coma when Noa and Mu En were born.

The first feeling I had when I woke up and saw Mu En was "I'm going to be a dad," which was completely different from the feeling of welcoming the birth of my second baby right now.

Of course, Leon would not favor any of them because of this; his love for his daughters was the same for all of them, without any preference.