Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 930: Chapter 459: Pray to Him!

Some people remain forever youthful, forever teary-eyed, forever forgetful.

Every time they are deceived, they swear never to believe again, only to be fooled once more.

But Herbert is different; he has seen too many embellished lies.

With his conscience and passion depleted, he doesn’t rush to conclusions.

Without knowing the full picture, he refrains from commenting.

"Slave merchants are attacking the Beastman Race camp,"

"Analyzing the strength, at the mid to low-end level, the strength gap between the two sides is not large. The Beastmen, relying on geographic and numerical advantages, have temporarily withstood the enemy’s achievements."

"But at the high-level combat strength... The Legendary Level Shaman is severely injured, seemingly by that Fallen."

"Huh? Why does that silhouette look a bit familiar..."

While analyzing, Herbert’s expression paused—he unexpectedly saw an acquaintance here.

"Hm!?"

Originally planning to observe from a detached high vantage point, Herbert could no longer remain calm.

His eyes widened, staring in shock at the short and stout boy at the breach.

"Eh? Is that Cyril?"

"No, dude?"

"How did you end up here, kid? Weren’t you in the Dark Territory... tch."

At that moment, Herbert changed his original strategy.

He knew there was no need to observe any longer.

It was time for him to step in.

If he continued to watch, he would have to collect the body of the brainless, reckless Cyril.

...

...

In the forest under the night, the brutal battle continued.

Screams, roars.

The slave merchants, their expressions impatient and with a hint of fear in their eyes, kept advancing towards the breach with higher overall strength and special tools.

Meanwhile, the Beastmen, fighting for survival, erupted with astonishing momentum, using their teeth and claws, fearlessly charging forward, surprisingly pushing back the invaders with a pile of bodies.

But everyone knew the stalemate wouldn’t last.

Before the slave merchants exhausted their means, the Beastmen would face a dire situation with no one left to fight.

People, will perish.

This bloody reality weighed heavily on the hearts of the Beast Ear Clan like a massive stone.

They were desperate, wanting to scream, wanting to flee.

But ultimately, they gave up.

Because of their kin, and because of the outsider who shouldn’t have been here but chose to fight alongside them and sacrifice here.

If even he is unwilling to give up, then why should we?

However, everyone understood that mere willpower couldn’t kill the enemy.

Before long, they would die.

They hoped other clan members could escape with the time they bought... Never think of revenge, just flee as far as possible.

And just as the desperate soldiers were about to give their all to buy more time, an unexpected event occurred.

In their homeland behind them, a dazzling light that shouldn’t have appeared here suddenly lit up!

As soon as that light appeared, it instantly attracted everyone’s attention.

Light?

Firelight?

Did the Great Shaman really set a fire?

If so, the Nature Church people wouldn’t let us go!

They anxiously thought, suddenly turning back, wanting to stop the Great Shaman’s crazy act.

Then they were stunned.

Not only them, but even the attacking slave merchants were also stunned.

At that moment, regardless of friend or foe, they all saw it.

At the top of the tree, beside the kneeling Great Shaman of the Beast Ear Clan, a girl emitting a holy light slowly floated up.

Buzz——

A majestic and grand aura surged from Her body, instantly filling the entire camp.

!!!

What is that?!

That...

"She" gazed coldly at the enemies at the edge of the camp, looking at a phantom figure behind all the slave merchants.

Slowly raising her right hand, she grasped the void, capturing the Holy Light that converged into the shape of a Holy Spear!

!!!

The Fallen Druid, who had been pondering how to sacrifice these Beastmen, suddenly widened his eyes, incredulously looking at the girl exuding the aura of the Divine.

"Divine Descent!!?"

"How could they possibly summon a Divine descent! This is impossible... Oh no!"

The Withered muttered in disbelief, then suddenly realized the impending crisis.

That Holy Spear...

Was slowly pointing towards him!

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