Urkel’s body was on fire as he rolled around on the ground for a long time. The warriors of Arbalde rushed to try and douse the flames by pouring snow on Urkel, but the flames released by a dragon would not be put out that easily. It was only after a long time Urkel managed to stand up on his feet with red burns all over him.

“That son of a bitch!”

Urkel muttered a curse and looked toward the fortress of Beldeve. The gate was destroyed, but a dragon was burning all the villagers who were approaching the gate. The front of the gate was no different than hell.

Meanwhile, the black-haired beast wandered leisurely through the flames and ruthlessly killed anyone who came near the gate.

Juan quickly knocked down the warriors of Arbalde—he didn’t even need to take out his weapon.

Urkel gritted his teeth. It would be impossible to pass through the gate with Juan and the dragon guarding the front. But they didn’t have any other way either.

“The dragon won’t be able to breathe out fire endlessly! The black-haired beast won’t be able to fight forever either! Continue pushing!”

Urkel yelled and tried to push forward again. He had no choice but to step up and try to restrain the black-haired beast so that the warriors of Arbalde and the villagers could seek an opportunity to enter the fortress.

‘It would be hard for me to do so given my current state, but if I tap into the power of the Crack just a little more…’

Urkel made a hard decision, but he stumbled and dropped down on his knee.

“Leader, I think it would be...