The light bullets descended onto the hillside, dealing devastating damage to the large stretches of farmland that had been reclaimed there.
At that moment, the tribal residents farming in Kuroroa's settlement fled in terror, desperately avoiding the sudden destruction.
Several figures rushed over at high speed. They were the guards of the Kuroroa tribe.
"Quick! Organize people to rescue and evacuate everyone as soon as possible! And put out the fires!"
But the terrified cries of children and the screams of the injured quickly drowned out the guards' voices. Fortunately, everyone living here was a strong werewolf, with a small number of beastfolk among them. When disaster struck, they still had the ability to save themselves.
Even so, the settlement had already descended into chaos.
At the edge of a hillside not far away, a figure dropped from above. It was none other than Hagus, the young lord of the tribe. After he landed, two wolf-tribe girls arrived almost at the same time.
Looking up at the enormous thing rampaging through the sky and bringing disaster upon his tribe, Hagens could not help feeling terrified. Dragon's Might!
It was a terrifying presence from the very top of the food chain, squeezing the wolf nature within him to its limits. "This is... the evil dragon Fafnir?"
Hagus muttered to himself. The last Golden Dragon Fafnir existed in the Non-human Realm, and practically anyone who had spent some time there knew about him.
However, few people had actually come into contact with Fafnir. Fafnir had territory of his own, and outside that territory were personnel from the biological management department of the Magician's Association, who watched over him and occasionally maintained the cleanliness of his domain. Hagus had sensed Fafnir's auras from far away before, but he had never faced him so