Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 912: Chapter 452: Lord Herbert Will Definitely Do That!!! (Super Loud)_2

In the midst of the routine camp setup, suddenly a tall and stout slave merchant flinched, then reached his hand into his pants to dig around.

"Puh puh puh! Damn it! Fuck, it’s another bug!"

He stared at the bug he pulled out from his crotch, watching its bloated belly full, and angrily growled:

"I’m really fed up! It fucking crawled into my ass! Damn it, if I hadn’t clamped it, who knows where it would’ve gone!"

Muttering to himself, he was ready to pinch the damn insect to death.

But before he could act, his companions around him, upon hearing his miserable ordeal, immediately shot him—mocking glances.

"Pfft! Hahaha!"

Everyone burst into laughter, unrestrainedly mocking him.

"Hahaha, Bob, looks like even bugs see your ass is appealing! Hahahaha!"

"The bug chose your ass, Bob, this is really amusing! Damn it!"

Lewd laughter echoed, this group of moral-zero outlaws didn’t care if the humiliated one was a comrade, they laughed heartily.

"Bob! You shouldn’t look for women anymore, why don’t you swap places, stick your ass up for the brothers to try!"

"Hahaha! Forget it! I won’t try, let others enjoy this blessing! You go, you go... Hahaha!"

"Damn it, I won’t! Whoever likes it, go ahead!"

The one being ridiculed, Bob, was furious, shaking with anger.

"Fuck! Laugh again! Laugh again!!?"

In his rage, he threw the bug dug from his butt crack forcefully onto someone’s face.

"Hey, holy shit!"

The man still laughing suddenly realized the bad situation, ducking his head in a panic to dodge.

In his panic, he didn’t see where to dodge clearly, rushing straight into the camp’s sole pitched tent.

Crash.

His tumbling figure vanished into the tent’s dark curtains.

"Master! I wasn’t, I—ah!!!"

Along with the man’s abrupt scream, the camp’s laughter seemed choked, vanishing instantly.

All the outlaws’ expressions changed, deep fear flashing in their eyes.

As powerhouses with High Tier abilities, they shouldn’t be here, nor end up as a bunch of low-class slave merchants.

They were gathered because of that mysterious and terrifying slave merchant.

The merchant, calling himself the "Withered One," claimed to be a Legendary Level Druid!

He used unknown methods to control them all, making them his slaves.

They tried to resist, but anyone daring to offend him ended up as nourishment for his creepy plants.

Crunch, crunch, crunch...

Now, hearing the odd sucking sound from the tent, they could guess the unlucky one’s fate.

Then, eyes turned towards Bob, dozens of eyes staring strangely at him, silently pressuring him.

Bob finally succumbed to the pressure, walked to the tent, and with difficulty, finally spoke: "Ma-master, I just... ah!"

Crash.

As Bob was ready to repent, the tent’s entrance swung open, and a dry corpse stumbled out.

Not just Bob, everyone took a step back.

The corpse’s head was gone, replaced by a flower-like plant sprouting from the throat.

!!!

Seeing the flower corpse, Bob realized something, scrambling back, trying to explain to the tent.

"Ah ah, master, I—ah!!!"

But just as he opened his mouth, the corpse caught up, its shriveled hands like iron pincers grabbing him!

"No!"

Next moment, the flower snapped shut, biting Bob’s head off fiercely.

Crunch!

Thud.

Bob’s stout, headless body crashed to the ground, kicking up dust.

The flower that bit off the head swelled like a soccer ball, a few breaths later squirmed, expelling a corroded white head.

Splat.

After spewing, the flower’s mission seemed done, soon shriveling, falling to the ground with the corpse.

Soon after, several scarlet thorn tendrils sprouted from the ground, dragging the corpse and Bob into the earth.

The whole process took less than half a minute, and two High Tier villains became earth’s nourishment.

The soil swallowed the bodies, leaving only a pale skull with hollow eyes staring at the others.

Gulp.

A swallowing sound broke the silence, snapped the outlaws back, staring in awe inside the tent.

From beginning to end, the evil and powerful Druid hadn’t spoken a word.

Being an upper-class manager wasn’t easy.

Especially in a society with moral constraints, things become complex, full of hindrances.

But in the Dark Domain, some originally complex things become simple.

To manage a bloodthirsty bunch, the simplest way is to be scarier! More brutal! Let them clearly understand the price of rebellion!

In the tent, the Withered One, fully hidden in a wide thorn robe, didn’t care about the slaves’ reactions.

His bark-like face full of piety, quietly kneeling before a battered statue—a half-rotten dead tree.

"My master!"

The Legendary Druid bowed his head, praying silently in his heart.

"Great Father of Ten Thousand Trees! Nature’s furious roar! Our hope!"

"You gave everything for this world, but those bastards ignored your sacrifice!"

His withered cheeks showed moving true feelings, he suddenly opened his eyes, angrily growled: "I will finish your task, kill those nature traitors!"

"Start here!"

"I will make those who forgot your greatness remember nature’s true form!"

"And the first step starts with those not belonging to nature!"

He grinned, then lifted a wooden spike, pierced it into a human-like corpse with beast ears.

The corpse quickly withered, flesh energy turned into warm streams merging into the statue, then suddenly returned to Withered One, making his dry cheeks relax.

These beastmen disgusted him but were suitable sacrifices.

"Hehe... They’ll die, become my power to advance! At the same time, their induced hatred will become flames burning this forest!"

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"... Hmm?"

As Valentina was flying back to Elda, Herbert on the dragon’s back suddenly raised his eyebrow, blinking strangely.

His small move unnoticed by others, only Nenasha caught Herbert’s emotional change.

"What’s wrong?"

"Hmm..."

Herbert didn’t answer immediately, suddenly silent, stroked his chin, serious expression, paused, then said seriously: "Nenasha, I don’t know if it’s my illusion, I always feel..."

"Someone secretly praised me for being handsome?"

"Hmm?"

Nenasha: ?

Miss Harmonious God wondered, Herbert’s shadow wobbled, gesturing a big question mark.

Are you kidding!

You suddenly stopped talking, I thought something was wrong, then you tell me this?

Crazy!

But Herbert found nothing wrong with his guess, naturally retorted: "Why? Me being praised, is there a problem? Am I not handsome?"

This isn’t very normal!

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