Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Under the blood moon.

A group of shadows blending into the night flew quickly from the misty mountains, shrouded in the shadows of the clouds, approaching the monastery silently.

Whoosh——

In a few breaths, those figures crossed a distance of several hundred meters and stopped a hundred meters in front of the monastery.

The leading figure took out an amethyst badge with a complex pattern engraved on it from his arms, held it high, and emitted a dim brilliance three meters in diameter from it.

The man held the badge and sneaked slowly, cautiously stepping forward step by step, and finally passed through a translucent barrier silently...without triggering any warnings!

Seeing this scene, Zhong Zhong, who was hiding in the shadows, breathed a sigh of relief and felt more confident in his heart.

They quickly followed, slowly sneaking under the shroud of brilliance, and successfully passed through the monastery's warning barrier.

Perhaps because he felt that the actions so far had been too smooth, a disdainful sneer came from the shadows.

"Tsk! That's it?"

The tallest figure among the crowd snorted and mocked: "Oh, this is the Mist Monastery that has scared you for so long? Nothing more than that!"

The people around him frowned and glared at him, but did not refute. This was actually what they were thinking.

Such omission of warning really lives up to its reputation in the dark realm.

Where does this bullshit heresy end?

But just when the strong man was proud, a sinister voice taunted:

"Then you can go through the gate and use your loud voice to wake everyone up. You can hold them off by yourself while we take advantage of this moment to rescue people. Why not go? Do you dare not?"

"What did you say!? Who said that?"

The strong man was furious when he heard this, and he would teach the guy who made the noise regardless of the occasion.

"Okay! Stop making noise! ​​Be quiet!"

Although a silent barrier has been arranged, if the sound is too loud, the vibration may attract the attention of the powerful people in the monastery.

The leader spoke to mediate. He was a dark elf who seemed to be middle-aged. He had a carefully trimmed goatee on his chin and his deep eyes were full of wisdom.

"Don't let down your guard. This is just the first step. Success will only be achieved when Sifanni is truly rescued."

After he finished speaking, someone also echoed, and a female dark elf with a somewhat kind face spoke up and changed the subject:

"Speaking of which, although this item from the Northland Witch is expensive, its effect is still guaranteed, and it actually works..."

But just before her sigh completely dissipated, a crack appeared on the amethyst badge, and it quickly shattered before anyone could react.

Click!

The strong man's expression froze, and then he couldn't help complaining: "Tsk! It's all your fault..."

"Shut your mouth."

A hoarse old female voice sounded, and she scolded calmly, causing the strong man to look behind him with a stiff expression.

"Lord Zula..."

The dark elf who seemed to be in old age had a serious face and tapped his cane gently.

"The badge of the Witch of the North has expired. We will definitely alert those guys in the monastery when we leave."

"There is no way out now. We can only take Sifani with us after rescuing her. That is our only chance."

"Keep quiet and stop talking nonsense. This operation can only succeed and not fail!"

"This is our only chance."

Everyone was silent, feeling that fatal pressure falling on their shoulders again.

Only success is allowed, no failure is allowed!

In the depression, a confused sigh floated in the wind.

"But even if we rescue her, what's the use? She's just a weirdo who only knows how to study taboos..."

This question has no answer.

No need to answer either.

They had made a wrong bet before, and the liquidation of the new head of the family had already begun. Those of them who were on the wrong team were all on the list to be liquidated.

No one can escape the endless pursuit of the Moore clan for hundreds of years.

Even if they now have five legendary powerhouses, it is still the same.

Certain death!

There is only one way for them to survive now.

That is to set up a new banner to attract firepower. They take the opportunity to summon other liquidated personnel to counterattack and seize power, so that they can have a chance to make a comeback and survive.

As for the final result of the banner that was launched to attract firepower...what does it have to do with them?

If you obey, just be a puppet and continue to support.

If it doesn't obey...just get a new one.

Anyway, he just needs a bloodline name.

The worst case scenario is to imprison her and let her give birth to an heir, then she can be eliminated.

It's not difficult.

After a quarrel, everyone regained their composure and began to move silently, quickly climbing over the high wall and entering the monastery.

They followed the map they had prepared a long time ago, carefully avoided the heavy warnings, and quickly arrived at the prison where Sifanni was being held.

Crunch…

More than twenty figures pushed open the door and filed in without disturbing anyone, and successfully entered the Third Discipline Hall.

However, they were still a little neglectful. They only paid attention to the sights around them and forgot to raise their heads.

Just when they successfully entered the third monastery, a slender figure wearing a pure white hood stood on the top of the bell tower, the highest point of the monastery.

Bathed in the scarlet moonlight, he quietly watched their every move throughout the process with his deep eyes, analyzing their identities.

After they all entered, he opened the blank manual he was holding and slowly started writing with a charcoal pen.

"The irritable madman, the calm wise man, the kind good man, the calm and stern serious man, and the man who never spoke...I know which scene it is."

"The actors are all in place."

"It's time for the show to begin."

Herbert nodded with satisfaction, turned a new page, and started writing briskly with a charcoal book.

[Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and roar at sunset;

Rage, rage against the disappearance of the light. 】

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"What's going on!?"

The goateeted "wise man" frowned and looked at the surrounding maze, only to find that there were only four subordinates who were also confused and nervous around him, and no other legends were around.

"Where did everyone else go?"

"Has our whereabouts been discovered? Or is this just a characteristic of the endless maze?"

The "wise man" thought, carefully observed the surrounding environment, and found that there was only an ordinary door in front of him.

Where does that lead?

"..."

He was silent for a while and shook his head feebly.

They thought they were perfectly hidden, but they didn't expect to be discovered.

However, the other party did not take action directly for some reason, but deliberately separated them.

Are you planning to tease us?

still……

But no matter what, under the current situation, people like myself have no other choice but to cooperate.

"……ha!"

The "Wise Man" sighed deeply, and his eyes gradually became firm: "I don't know who you are, but don't think that your plan can succeed so easily!"

…

[Though a wise man on his deathbed knows that darkness has reason,

For their words did not burst out with lightning,

Nor did they go gentle into that good night. 】

…

He took a deep breath, strode to the door, and pushed it open with determination in his eyes.

Don't underestimate a legend's will to survive!

Then……

The "wise man" saw the huge lava ball roaring towards the front door.

At the same time, a faint and charming chuckle sounded in his ears.

"Haha~"

"You are finally here..."