Batur, scimitar clutched, remained facing Susan. Unable to find a chance to sneak up on him, Susan, overcome with rage, lunged forward and bit Batur's right wrist, where he held the knife. Susan was enormous, barely shorter than Batur, and using inertia and her massive weight to tackle him, the onlookers, the Rottweilers, swarmed over him, surrounding him and tearing him apart.

Susan's jaws held a much greater bite force than those of a Rottweiler with missing ears. Batul felt a sharp pain in his right wrist, and could even hear the grinding of canine teeth against wrist bone. Batul's expression was solemn, his muscles tensed, and he let the other Rottweilers tear at him while he focused on dealing with Susan.

Susan tasted the enemy's blood, purred with excitement, and bit harder. Batur handed the scimitar to his left hand, swung it hard, and cut a deep wound on Susan's right shoulder.

Susan screamed "Ah", let go of Batur's wrist, turned over and pressed down his left arm holding the knife, kicked Batur's scimitar with her hind legs, and kicked away Batur's scimitar with her huge claws, then opened her big mouth and bit Batur's throat.

Batur thought quickly and just as Susan opened her mouth to pounce, he clenched his right fist and stuffed it into her throat. Susan was not prepared for this move and was choked by Batur's sandbag-sized fist, suffocating her and flailing around.

Batul exerted force with his left arm, swung a half circle, and swung Susan to the ground. He kicked away the dogs that surrounded him, biting him without even breaking his hide. He then rolled over and pinned Susan down. With his left hand, he grasped her upper jaw and nose, his right fist clamped down on her lower jaw. With a snap, Susan's struggling legs froze, her upper and lower jaws separated almost 180 degrees, her tongue drooping, and she died.

"No—Susan—!"

The Mograinei were short and had short legs. By the time he followed the sound and found the dog pen, Susan and the pack of dogs had already surrounded Batur and started biting him.

Mograine's dogs were all personally trained by him, fed human flesh from infancy. They grew to be incredibly ferocious, easily capable of snapping the neck of a sturdy adult. Therefore, Mograine felt that with over thirty dogs surrounding a single individual, even a psychic, they would be a sure winner. If he managed to survive, he would undoubtedly be battered and wounded. Then, he could seize the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow, thus contributing to the operation. This would allow him to return to Britain early and explain himself to Lord Dracula. Therefore, Mograine remained silent, observing the situation from the doorway, preparing to intervene only after Batur was injured.

But Batur was a master at dealing with canine attacks. With his vast experience, he quickly dispatched over twenty of them with his sword and fists. Mograine panicked, pulling out his dog whistle and summoning Susan, intending to have the remaining dogs hold Batur back while Susan carried him through the secret passage. However, Susan, tasting Batur's blood, bit and chewed even more frantically, completely ignoring his master's calls. Mograine could only remain where he was, pacing anxiously.

Things were changing rapidly. Susan, who had the upper hand a second ago, had her jaw broken by Batur in the blink of an eye. Mograine finally couldn't bear it anymore and let out a cry of pain.

Batur scrambled to his feet, wiped his hands on his pants twice to wipe off the Rottweiler's stinking saliva, picked up his machete and charged into the pack of man-eating dogs, slaughtering them all. Instantly, the dogs screamed in agony, and their limbs and internal organs were scattered all over the ground.

Mograine watched Batur, covered in blood and possessed by a demon, finally losing patience and screaming. He clutched his head and turned and ran. The remaining man-eating dogs, seeing their master had fled, also fled towards the exit. Mograine seized the opportunity to grab a Rottweiler by the neck, leapt onto its back, and sprinted into the corridor.

Batur chased Mograine all the way to his bedroom and searched several times, even overturning the dwarf's bed, but still could not find him.

Batur glanced at the vast room he'd wrecked, his shoulders drooping as he sighed in frustration. He hadn't caught Mograine; his mission had failed. The other knights were preoccupied with their own affairs, so Mograine certainly wouldn't go to their place. Most likely, he'd escaped through a secret passage. Now he could only hope he'd make it to St. Vladli and be apprehended by Liu Zhilong and Inspector Liao.