The roar... This time, it wasn't some strange, rhythmic cry, but a genuine scream of pain.
Trapped inside the castle, the Golden Dragon now had to withstand not only Kuroroa's fierce assault, but also the siege of the numerous noble-level vampires from the Torredo Clan, who had been enraged by the destruction of their stronghold.
Some attacks couldn't break through Fafnir's defenses, while others could make him feel pain... But the main source was still Kuroroa's impacts. On top of that, after continuously squeezing out bursts of explosive energy along the way, the Golden Dragon was now in a state of severe physical depletion.
In fact, he barely had the strength to move a claw. His limbs were weak, and he couldn't even muster any interest in anything... He felt as though he could just remain stuck here for eighty or a hundred years. In short... he was in sage mode.
"Tsk. The Golden Dragon's flesh is really abnormally tough. This old brat is just as annoying as his father."
Kuroroa stopped, breathing slightly heavily.
For one thing, he was no longer as brave as he had been in his prime, and his stamina had declined severely over the years. For another, he hadn't truly intended to deal a killing blow to the descendant of his former comrade-in-arms. The fact that he had managed to crash through the Torredo Clan's castle already made him unexpectedly pleased.
Although they had fought together a hundred years ago, the longstanding grudge between vampires and werewolves clearly hadn't faded because of that... Even though after the War of a Hundred Years Ago, the various non-human races had signed a truce and entered a period of recuperation... after a century of silence, the injuries from back then had mostly healed, and the various non-humans had