"Human? Dragon? Why would such a strange combination appear in the Underworld?"
The hellhound could not understand. Its shrunken brain made it unable to think so much. It was born a war machine and, as its master's hound, it was destined to be unable to think deeply. Looking at the scene in front of it, it could not understand the situation.
"Hey, human, I advise you to mind your own business. Although my strength and ability are far inferior to yours, I advise you to think carefully about the master behind me!"
"Tsk tsk tsk. The puppy is quite fierce, huh?"
Joelson curled his lips and jumped down from the dragon's back. The cerberus instantly jumped back with vigilance.
This human... did not seem to be a threat...
But its biological instincts told it that this human's strength couldn't be measured by his appearance.
In fact, this human standing on the dragon's back might be even stronger than the giant dragon on the ground.