Caw, caw.

The crows started to descend again.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The Tigers urgently charged toward the White Star.
They were all frowning.

�How can he be moving?�

The White Star looked so terrible that it wouldn�t be weird if he fell down, no, if he died at any moment.

Drip. Drip.

The sound of his blood dripping through his skin tickled the White Star�s ears.

However, he did not hear those sounds.
He had given up on defense.
In return, he had a lot of strength to attack.

He moved forward.
He looked toward the heavily breathing bastard in front of him and started to speak.

�Alberu Crossman, do you think that Cale Henituse will be able to return quickly?�

The White Star thought about the Vampire Duke.
As long as that bastard was there, Cale would not be able to return quickly.
The Marquis was there as well.

He couldn�t see Alberu�s expression under the helmet, but he continued to speak while looking at Alberu who was bleeding out of his helmet.

�He�s late.�

Cale, that bastard will be late.

�Stop!�
�Charge!�

He heard some Tigers on the side.

�So loud.�

The White Star lightly waved both hands.

Baaaaaang!
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