The impact from the powerful punch shattered the surrounding walls as the balcony trembled from the pressure. A confident smile appeared on Destrian's face as he immediately followed it up with another punch directly on Feihren's face, who was not currently equipping the [Crown of the Hell's King].

A barrage of ground-shattering punches was rained down towards Feihren, who was calmly receiving each and every single one of them. The salvo of attacks did not stop until the balcony finally collapsed from all the immense pressure that it had sustained.

Feihren could not immediately change to the [Titan Armor] for the slate as the game system considered his current state as 'still in battle'. He fell from a considerable height, although the squishy forehead of the dead dragon fortress broke the impact of his fall.

On the other hand, Destrian could easily fly. He was floating overhead as he glared at Feihren's calm expression while he was free falling. Destrian charged forth as the claws on his dragon foot grabbed Feihren's face. The momentum of the attack was so strong that it slightly buried his head in the scaly skin of Gyora.

"Base HP: 2,276,530 (-87,650)"

'It didn't even reach a hundred thousand, huh? Well, it would be quite a bit more if only the damage absorption from the bonus armor did not exist... Which means this guy is really strong!'

Feihren checked his status page to see how much damage Destrian had caused him so far. It seems that the largest portion of the damage must be from that last attack? But... It did not matter. The damage from that hit didn't even amount to 5% of the health he currently has.

'I should avoid attacking directly until I'm finished with the interrogation...'

Feihren let out a sigh as he pondered about the difference between the HP of this barbarically attacking Destrian and his calm fist that was doing nothing at the moment...

...

"Base Damage (Fist): 575,500"

"[Berserk Dragon Destrian] (2 star Saint Class)

"Base HP: 15,000"

...

'If I accidentally "pat" this guy on the head... he'd evaporate into yellow lights...'

Feihren smiled as he mellowly started talking to Destrian, who was still currently clawing and punching while Feihren was being 'laid back' on the spiky yet squishy 'ground'.

"Could you stop for a moment? I have something important to ask you about... Besides, you haven't answered my first question yet. So, you'd better stop throwing those tantrum punches or else..."

Feihren acted tough as he stomped the 'ground', which was the skull of the Dragon Fortress Gyora, as to threaten the now confident Destrian. The stomp did not create any noise at all... which surprised even Feihren. Instead, the entirety of the fortress started sinking to the ground as the fat belly of Gyora widened even more... before its entire body started glowing with faint yellow radiance, as it slowly turned into bright dust...

'Oh yeah... right... I was the one who killed this dragon in the first place...'

The people within and atop the fortress, including Feihren and Destrian, fell from a considerable height after the sudden disappearance of the dragon fortress. Although the fall couldn't be considered lethal, some of the people had still suffered from minor injuries. Panic and confusion had easily taken their attention more than the physical pain that they were feeling.

Feihren did a 'superhero landing' from the fall as he sustained a bit of damage from the recoil

"Eh... It is really impractical to do that huh."

The sudden burst of General Exp pinged within Feihren's consciousness after he claimed the kill for the Mythical grade dragon fortress... But what caught his attention was not the amount of General Exp that it gave... But the single item that was dropped together with it.

Within his Inventory under the Familiars tab, which was now empty due to Samael now being Lucy and all, a badge with a dragon skull imprinted on it could be seen. Tapping on the said icon, a notification appeared in front of Feihren.

"Congratulations on acquiring [Azoic Dragon Fortress]"

"Would you like to give it a name? _ _ _"

"What the... what is... wait, azoic? It's... Undead?!?"

Of all the things that happened today, this was the only thing that surprised Feihren. What is it with giving this one a name anyway? Feihren dispersed the thought of giving this new 'Familiar' a name for now as he closed the notification. It was akin to adopting a dog that was already dead... And then giving it a new name… In a sense... it was indeed weird.

A sudden punch landed on Feihren's face as it pulled his attention back to reality...

'Oh right... I was still fighting this guy'.

The figure of Destrian does not seem very rational right now as his face looked frenzied from all the 'smiles' while he was continuously attacking Feihren.

"Did you not notice that I am literally not being affected by your punches and all that?" Feihren coldly said to Destrian as he caught the punch that was approaching his face. It would not be literally attacking Destrian if...

Feihren grabbed the arm of Destrian as he gripped it tightly, lifting his figure as he smashed him on the ground, leaving a shallow crater as debris flew up all over the place.

"Base HP: 13,500 (-1,500)"

"Tsk, it still did that much damage huh..." Feihren inspected the figure of Destrian that was unmoving within the crater, but in the next instant, it stood back up as it rushed back towards Feihren, repeating the entire process of him barraging attacks at him while Feihren would continue ignoring the damage...

'This is really pointless... and is taking too long'

Clenching his fist, Feihren decided to end all this now. It was futile to ask logical questions to someone being irrational and just wildly attacking... Nothing proper would come out from all this talk...

*Boom!

A single punch ripped a gaping hole in Destrian's body, which was still in mid-air... Soon after, Destrian's figure was nowhere to be seen as the yellow flickering lights closed into Feihren, turning into pinging notifications as Feihren inspected the additional loot he acquired.

He was still curious about what had brought the New Dragon Empire to interfere in this battle. His arrival was highly coincidental and was obviously on purpose, but it was still too bothersome for Feihren to try and talk with someone who was obviously not willing to listen. 

Turning his gaze towards Lucy, he found that she was nimbly floating over Adrian and toying with him even though he was already in a mildly bloody state. Feihren walked in their direction as he muttered...

"Hopefully this guy can shed some light on all this. This was supposed to be a war avenging the Wolfenstein Kingdom against the Garudia Kingdom... Why the hell did these two Empires intervene in our business...?"