Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 486 - 302 The Death of a Legendary (4K, additional updates 102, 103)

Chapter 486: 302 The Death of a Legendary (4K, additional updates 102, 103)

Did you think I was your enemy before?

Wrong.

I’m actually your ally!

Now, do you think I’m your ally?

Wrong again.

I’m actually your enemy!

Am I your enemy? Or your ally?

That never depends on you, it only depends on me.

I’m in a superposition of "enemy" and "ally" with a very flexible bottom line.

This is Herbert’s entire understanding of how to be an excellent "Battlefield Conductor".

I don’t care how you feel; it’s all about how I feel! (in an overbearing voice)

And the reason Herbert can be so arrogant lies entirely in his flying ability.

Carlo’s magic items for spatial locking do limit teleportation but don’t prohibit flying.

The Dark Territory is indeed unfriendly to foreign casters, but Herbert’s flying ability doesn’t rely on magic power.

Don’t ask, the answer is Holy Power overload.

Minding the Holy Mark is none of your business.

We Paladins are like this!

"Don’t worry, gentlemen, I will definitely give you the best game experience!" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

With this philosophy in mind, Herbert relies on his flexible mobility to flit around the battlefield like an annoying mosquito.

Buzz on the left, buzz on the right, what fun!

Although such harassment can’t cause substantial harm to the two Legendary figures, it’s really annoying.

Mosquitoes are annoying, and the sound of mosquitoes buzzing is even more annoying.

Being able to see and not hit a mosquito that’s constantly buzzing around your ear is the most annoying!

Carlo was infuriated to impotent rage.

Once, it even abandoned attacking the Skeleton Giant Dragon, risking injury just to turn and bite Herbert, but as soon as it moved, Douglas took advantage of the opportunity to deliver a strong hit.

Although Douglas also wanted to deal with this annoying troublemaker, he couldn’t pass up any opportunity to heavily wound Carlo.

As for Herbert’s harassment, Douglas chose to quietly endure it, not letting it distract him from finding a chance to seriously wound him.

On one hand, Douglas needed Herbert to harass Carlo to create opportunities for himself.

On the other hand, he remained on guard for the Vampire who had disappeared.

Where on earth did that guy go?

This thought was like a sword hanging over his head, constantly alerting him not to act recklessly.

Yet for some reason, in this critical moment of life and death, he felt a trace of tiredness.

Dividing his focus to control two Legendary-level undead creations was too taxing, beyond his capabilities, making him feel an urge to sleep.

"Cough cough! No way!"

He forcefully shook his head, casting out this dangerous thought, concentrating on fighting the enemy.

Douglas didn’t notice that as he shook his head, there was an irregular ripple in the shadow beneath his feet.

He pondered hard on how he could thoroughly cooperate with Herbert to deal with Carlo first.

"What should I offer as a bargaining chip?"

"Moreover, should I invite them to help stop the ritual?"

However, little did Douglas know, while he was considering how to win over Herbert... Herbert was actively harassing Carlo.

Herbert, like an annoying mosquito, constantly slipped in between attacks to relay messages to Carlo.

Yes, harassment messages.

"Hey buddy, wanna team up?"

"From the looks of it, you seem like a loyal type, a good friend of humanity!"

"And lucky you, I’m just the right candidate."

"Not only am I a humble, honest, and trustworthy Paladin, but also a good friend of the Giant Dragon, often working out and playing games together."

"Hurry up and accept!"

"If you don’t agree, I’ll go over to the other side! Together we’ll deal with you, and you’ll be finished sooner or later."

Herbert tirelessly harassed the dog-headed dragon, repeatedly leaving not too deep nor too shallow scars all over its body.

And for some reason, the dog-headed dragon didn’t make a fuss about this, maintaining silence without revealing it to Douglas.

Silently enduring, while trying to grab Herbert and crush him.

After who knows how many failures to swat the mosquito, the dog-headed dragon finally couldn’t hold it in anymore.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

It roared to the sky, angrily glaring at the white-haired youth hovering beyond its attack range.

Damn you, don’t come over here!

Don’t let me catch you!

"Cooperate? What qualifies you to talk about cooperation with me?"

Annoying as it is, it’s just an overconfident little bug.

Herbert wasn’t angry; he raised his longsword, gesturing, "Why am I not qualified? Aren’t I gradually making your body weaker?"

Heh!

The Giant Dragon chuckled angrily, sneering, "You really think this is going to work on me?"

These wounds are nothing; they can heal whenever it wants!

"Really?"

Herbert smiled slyly, taunting, "Really useless? Why don’t you try it?"

"How could it... what?" Carlo sneered, trying to regenerate, but soon froze.

After attempting to regenerate, unexpectedly, nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

At some point, the wounds inflicted by Herbert could no longer heal, the Holy Light Power flowing through them suppressed regeneration.

Moreover, it no longer had any blood left in its body!