A black shadow was moving swiftly across the sky. It was Black Dragon Audouin, who had been forced to become a temporary mount.
Farrell, the fiercest knight in history, stood atop the dragon's head with his arms folded, gazing ahead. The tremendous airflow whipped at his clothes and hair, but it could not shake his footing.
"There are traces of battle nearby." Farrell suddenly looked down at the ground.
Huge areas of destruction could be seen everywhere, showing that whoever had struck had already reached an extremely high level of power.
"This... is Fafnir's aura." Black Dragon Audouin had always resented being ridden by Farrell, but at this moment, even its humiliation was forgotten, and its voice held a hint of surprise.
Farrell said, "It only resembles Fafnir's aura... Fafnir wasn't this weak."
Black Dragon Audouin rolled its eyes and said irritably, "You old lunatic, did the Knight Organization drive you stupid? Old Fafnir fell gravely ill and died not long after the great war. The current Golden Dragon is its descendant... Unfortunately, it's a pervert. I've always felt that the main reason old Fafnir died so soon was that this unfilial son angered it to death."
Farrell was silent for a moment before asking calmly, "How does the new Golden Dragon compare to you?"
Audouin snorted. "That fellow inherited less than half of the Golden Dragon's power. I could thrash it with one hand!"
Farrell said, "Old Fafnir had inherited less than twenty percent of the Golden Dragon's power at first, yet it could stand on equal terms with Roland... The new Golden Dragon has decent potential."
Black Dragon Audouin frowned. "Old lunatic, I don't really know what you're trying to do, but from the look of you, it seems you want to assemble a force? Have you run