Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 482 - 301 Battlefield Conductor (6K, 1st update)

A Giant Dragon descended from the sky, landing with a thundering crash onto the battlefield.

The massive body of the Giant Dragon resembled a moving charred mountain, covered with shattered scales, each like iron forged in a flaming crucible.

This scene was indeed quite spectacular.

But seriously, when you slap a dog head on the dragon’s neck, no matter how you look at it, it just feels awkward...

A half-decayed canine head was bizarrely "connected" at its neck, with its dark yellow fangs protruding outward.

A huge, penetrating "scar" adorned the dog head, and each time the murky gray-white eyeballs turned in their sockets, a tar-like black pus would seep out.

"Woof... Roar!!!"

After landing, it howled at the sky, its dragon tail slapping the ground with such force that massive cracks appeared.

This mysteriously arriving Giant Dragon ignored everyone present, as if it was venting some inner rage.

Its entrance was dramatic, and its appearance was quite intimidating.

But the issue is, why a dog’s head?

It could have been a sheep’s head, a wolf’s, a chicken’s, or a turtle’s... no, not a turtle.

Turtles only ever get beaten wherever they go.

The thing is, a dog head feels off no matter where you put it.

All those dog-headed people with red scarves speaking in strange dialects, or the dog heads used to avoid trouble, or even the redeemed dog-headed lolis... uh, wait a second.

Anyway, once this thing appears, no matter how serious the scene was, it becomes unserious.

Until just a moment ago, the situation on the field was quite intense.

The Legendary Vampire had summoned a huge swarm of terrifying crimson bats to battle the undead creations controlled by the Dark Elf Undead Mage on the opposite side.

No matter how the fight turned out, at least the overall grid lines of both sides were laid out clearly.

But now... my friend, do you really think this is the right time for you to show up? Did you walk onto the wrong stage?

Herbert looked at the dog-headed Giant Dragon, biting his lip, barely holding back laughter.

Hold it in, definitely hold it in.

We’ve been professionally trained to not laugh when it’s inappropriate. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

He tried hard to keep a straight face, afraid that once he heard someone else laugh, he would laugh out loud too—but he was clearly overthinking it.

In fact, at this moment on the field, only he was watching this beast as if seeing a comical show.

Beside him, Eliza’s expression was extremely serious; she squinted slightly and took a step back, drawing closer to Herbert.

"...Tsk."

Thanks to Nenasha’s bestowed abilities, Herbert completely ignored the terrifying dragon’s aura emitted by the dog-headed Giant Dragon, focusing only on its hilarious aspects, but Eliza was different.

Eliza, who couldn’t immune herself to the dragon’s aura, was acutely aware of the danger this intruder posed.

Dangerous, very dangerous!

If it were a single opponent, she was confident she could keep Herbert unharmed, but if there were more than one, it would be rather precarious.

The most alarming thing to Eliza, aside from the dragon’s aura, was the additional mysterious Fallen aura emanating from the dog-headed Giant Dragon.

It was even more frightening than the dragon’s aura!

That feeling... seemed to come from a deity!

Could this creature have been granted the blessing of a god?

She slightly tilted her head, speaking in a hushed voice to Herbert, "Don’t stray too far from me; something’s not right."

With the opponent’s strength unknown, Eliza was prepared to flee the battle at any moment with Herbert.

"Alright!"

Upon hearing this, Herbert nodded, stepped forward, and with his left hand, he directly wrapped an arm around Eliza’s slender waist.

Eliza: ???

The Vampire lady trembled, nearly pushing Herbert away, but in a last-second realization, a catastrophe was averted.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let go of me!" she whispered, gritting her teeth.

Herbert showed no intention of releasing his hold, smiling as he said, "You said not too far, so I’ll just get a little closer."

Oh, so you just want to be snuggly, huh? Just say so directly~

Not a problem, I’ll oblige you.

Snuggly time!

"Ah!?"

Eliza turned her head in confusion, staring at Herbert, trying to figure out what on earth he was thinking.

At a time like this, what the heck are you doing? Can you act serious for once?

No... aren’t you feeling anxious? Is there not even a hint of fear in your heart?

While thinking this, Eliza recalled for a moment that it seemed Herbert indeed didn’t have such feelings.

From their first encounter, he didn’t act like a greenhorn Paladin at all.

A weakling to the extreme, he not only shrugged off her seduction but had also played her—forcing her to open up her heart—by piercing it open with a sword.

In subsequent interactions, Herbert had shown no fear or reverence toward herself, this evil, powerful, and terrifying Vampire Prince.

Herbert had no idea Eliza’s inner drama had unfolded so quickly, nor did he exchange a deep gaze with her, keeping his eyes fixed on the dog-headed Giant Dragon.

He gently patted Eliza’s side, whispering, "Act natural, don’t be tense; the situation might not be as bad as you think."

"The other side may not necessarily be here to trouble us."

Facing two Legendary enemies simultaneously is indeed a dire situation, but what if they’re not on the same side?

Judging by the direction of the dragon’s head, it seems like it’s aimed at the opposing Undead Mage... Could this be an internal conflict?