Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 725 - 390 Giant Dragon! Giant Dragon! (Request subscription)

"Pah! Pah pah... pah!"

With blood-stained saliva spat out from his mouth, the one-armed warrior couldn't even take off his armor, collapsing backward from exhaustion and heavily crashing onto the ground.

Thud.

"Ha, ha..."

He roughly tied the stump of his right arm with torn cloth strips, barely stopping the gushing blood, but droplets still seeped from the gruesome wound.

After panting for a while, the warrior looked around, and upon seeing that others were also resting like him, he finally relaxed his tense heart.

"Hoo... We finally repelled another wave of enemies!"

"We've held the line!"

Thinking of this, Radley showed a sincere smile.

This place is the Dawn Valley Fortress.

A nondescript fortress town a hundred miles from the Holy City of Radiance, with a perennial resident population of less than a thousand, it can only be considered a larger town.

If the Holy City of Radiance is the Earthly Divine Kingdom of the Sun God, the place closest to Him.

Then this is the reality where the Sun Faithful live, the place closest to Solantis.

The residents here mostly long for Solantis in their hearts but cannot enter or reside there due to various reasons for now.

Such small fortress towns are not uncommon around here, where batch after batch of faithful settled after returning from unsuccessful attempts.

The faithful long for Solantis, reluctant to give up the precious opportunity, always wanting to find a chance to enter.

And when the Sinful Desire Church incited war, these "satellite towns" became the battlegrounds for both churches.

Yes, although the Sinful Desire Church launched a "total holy war" against the Sun Church, they didn't choose to face them head-on.

Let's be clear again—the God of Sinful Desire is an evil god, He is mad, not stupid.

The Sinful Desire Church didn't make the foolhardy move of attacking the Holy City of Radiance directly but opted to harass and attack various fortress towns outside Solantis.

Don't you want to counterattack?

Okay.

Let me see how you plan to counterattack!

When almost all the fortress towns had problems, the Sun Church quickly found itself overburdened.

This was the God of Sinful Desire's overt plot.

No matter how many faithful the Sun Church had, it couldn't surpass the countless creatures He had molded over ages in Sheng Divine Kingdom.

Those mass-produced snake-like creatures, varied in shapes, couldn't consistently win in strength but had never lost in numbers.

Come on!

Hurt each other!

The Sinful Desire just wanted to vent some dissatisfaction, to save a bit of face, He didn't expect the Sun Church to react so fiercely.

...

"Cough cough, hiss!"

As the adrenaline surged from battle subsided, Radley felt the piercing pain from his arm.

He lifted his left hand and painstakingly removed the helmet engraved with the Sun Wheel crest, revealing messy brown hair stuck to his forehead by blood, and eyes filled with exhaustion and bloodshot.

The emblem on the worn helmet proved Radley's identity—a devout warrior from the Sun Church.

Just now, with his superb swordsmanship, and the strength of a Middle Tier Warrior, he managed to take down a High Tier Poison Blood Snake, at the cost of just one arm.

Perhaps for other strong individuals, this was nothing.

But for Radley, it was nothing short of a miracle.

Although he looked quite miserable now, and his arm hurt a lot, and he was quite tired...his heart was filled with immense joy at this moment.

This was a rare feat!

And beside Radley, in the Dawn Valley Fortress, there were quite a few warriors as ragged as him.

The Priests scurried back and forth, frantically treating the wounded, snatching them back from the hands of Death.

Although the Death God in this world was rather laid-back, accepting things as they come, not all Priests had the ability to perform the Resurrection Divine Skill, and thus casualties still existed.

They had just endured a brutal battle, barely managing to push back the minions of the Evil God, gaining some time to breathe.

But no one relaxed completely, as no one knew when they would return.

"This is already the...eighth time, right? How many of these disgusting things are left?"

The Berserker who had just been bandaged muttered, using the Broken Blade to flick aside the grimacing snake head at his feet, "These bastards are disgusting by themselves, and even more so after growing wings!"

The Berserker's words resonated with others, and many couldn't help but nod in agreement.

"Exactly!"

"All being able to fly is too much."

"It's like they're cheating!"

This was the sentiment of everyone in the fortress.

In terms of firm strength, they didn't fear the creations of the Evil God, and even had overall superiority!

But the reason they fought so arduously was precisely one thing—the ability to fly.

Not everyone had the means to counter air threats, and not everyone had the ability to fight mid-air.

They lacked aerial forces.

Yet each minion of Sinful Desire possessed a pair of wings covered in thin blood and flesh membranes, easily launching attacks on them.

This imbalance forced them to meet the enemy with difficulty, paying higher costs than usual.

An Apprentice Knight tended to the burns beneath his arm armor, suddenly looking up at the blood-red cloud-covered sky, softly saying, "If the Silver Winged Pegasus from the Holy Scripture could appear..."

"Pegasus?"

The veteran polishing his sword sneered, teasingly, "Do you know how many Pegasi there are in the Master's Divine Kingdom?"