Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 217 I want to liberate this place (5K, additional 49 50)

"You said - your blood?"

"Yes, use my blood."

Herbert's answer made Freme feel a little confused.

Herbert's answer was like a boulder suddenly thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves.

Freme frowned slightly and stared at her partner seriously, making sure that he was not joking.

But if this is not the most absurd joke, then what does this sentence mean?

With doubt and concern in her eyes, she asked softly: "Herbert, do you really understand what you are talking about?"

In this mysterious and dangerous land in the Misty Mountains, the real danger has never been the creatures hidden in it, but this seemingly ordinary fog.

Although Herbert has brought her through the heavy fog to his territory and demonstrated the ability to walk freely here, this still cannot completely convince Freme.

She also knows that Herbert's blood has special abilities that can dispel the fog to a limited extent.

However, this fog contains an ancient curse.

The place where the ancient gods fell and the remains of the kingdom of God are located is definitely not a place that can be dealt with easily.

Using one's own blood to deal with all this is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous approach.

"Don't you understand? This will put you in great danger!"

"Your angel may have great power, but compared to this fog, you are nothing at all."

Freme said anxiously: "No! Even I am just a tiny insect for this place."

"Herbert, wake up and don't do such dangerous things!"

Seeing her anxious look, Herbert smiled gently, shook his head slightly, gently held her hand, and said softly:

"I have done so."

He turned his head to look at the wooden stake inserted in the spring water in the center of the venue, looked at the dried blood on it, and smiled lightly.

"So, don't worry."

Because worrying is useless.

Freme: ! ! ?

She thought she could stop Herbert from doing such an impulsive behavior in time, but she didn't expect that it was too late.

He had already done such a stupid thing without me interfering!

When?

The last time?

When he and Valentina came?

That guy, why didn't she stop him!

Doesn't she know how dangerous this is! ?

The more Freme thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became at Valentina, but the matter was done, and she could only suppress her anger in the end.

She frowned and stared at Herbert, and said in a deep voice: "You--really know what it means to do this?"

At this time, Herbert also restrained his smile, looked at her calmly, nodded and said:

"Freme, don't be angry with Valentina, she doesn't understand, and even if she understands, there is no way to stop me."

"I know the risks better than anyone, but I still do it."

The holy scar on the arm lit up slightly, and the golden light spread behind him, allowing the scarlet wings to extend.

He looked at Freme and said seriously:

"This territory needs to be saved. There are too many things hidden in the fog that need to be saved by me."

"If I don't do this, the life on this land will never be truly liberated."

The heroes lost in the fog should not continue to be confused like this.

"They will always live in fear of darkness, and my blood may be the key to unlocking all this."

"So I must do it, and only I can do it."

And in Herbert's speech, Freme heard a key message.

Herbert's blood is related to this mountain range! ! ?

After suppressing the shock in her heart, Freme couldn't help asking:

"..-Herbert, who are you?""

What kind of connection do you have with this mountain range?

And Herbert laughed after hearing this question.

He laughed very happily.

He took a half step forward, gently hugged Freme's waist, and pulled her in front of him.

"Me? You ask who I am?"

"I am the hero you chose. "

The white-haired, blood-winged young man took Miss Mermaid's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently.

"For you, I will keep my promise."

"And for them, I will save them in my own way."

"I will——————liberate this place!"

"He raised his head, moved his eyes away from Lei Mei's eyes, and looked into the depths of the fog ahead.

"Whether they are willing or not."

Whether they obey or not.

I will liberate them.

If they are willing to cooperate honestly, then they may suffer less.

But if they are prepared to fight to the end——..then I will let them know that this is the right thing to do.

The last words, Herbert did not say out loud, but just said to himself silently in his heart.

Listen to what he says, and watch what he does.

Some words do not need to be said to others specifically, it is enough to understand them in your heart.

However, he still has an audience in his heart.

For his lofty words, the gods gave a playful evaluation: ["It is really the arrogant speech of a mortal"

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Say such words when one's own strength is not enough, it is indeed meaningless for the strong, and only the arrogance in his heart can be felt.

But Herbert didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

On the contrary, he chuckled.

"As a mortal, these words may be arrogant, but as your ally, I think my words are humble enough.

Herbert is not only an ordinary mortal, he also carries the contract of Nenasha.

["If you say so, then it is indeed so"]

The God of Harmony was not really mocking, and after hearing this, he said more happily: ["Then you can be more proud and arrogant~"]

"Haha, then you should be more low-key!"

Just as Herbert chuckled triumphantly, Freme was stunned by his profile.

In him, Freme felt the temperament that intoxicated her again and again.

When she was lonely in the past, she always liked to read the stories in the classics quietly.

Looking at the heroes who were praised by people from generation to generation.

Those arrogant, proud, fearless, and brave heroes are deeply obsessed with it.

Perhaps only such people can truly live up to the name of heroes.

Just like the princesses in many stories, Freme has always longed for heroes.

And now, she has found the real hero.

Not a false hero who wishfully believes that he can save her,

but a real hero with a compassionate heart and lofty ambitions.

She looked at Herbert, and her body suddenly trembled slightly, feeling some other changes in her body.

She looked at Herbert infatuatedly, feeling the changes in her body.

Freme now especially wanted to drag Herbert into the water and then...eat him.

In many stories, heroes are eager for princesses, hoping that the king can marry her to himself.

However, in some stories that have not been written, there are also some completely opposite situations,

the princess is eager for heroes.

And there is nothing wrong with this.

Yes.

There is no problem! ! !

While Freyme was thinking about how to eat Herbert, a poor guy woke up in the distance.

On the edge of this land that was once ablaze and changed by magic, a man lay there quietly.

He had been unconscious for so long that the world around him seemed to have forgotten his existence. He was tied up and looked out of tune with the surroundings.

Suddenly, Steven's eyebrows moved slightly, and then his eyelids began to twitch slowly, as if an invisible force was awakening his sleeping consciousness.

"Ahem!"

With a light cough, he slowly opened his eyes, full of confusion and confusion, looking at everything around him.

"Where is this?"

When his vision gradually became clear and he saw everything happening around him, he couldn't believe his eyes.

It should have been a scorched earth, full of death and despair, but at this moment, it seemed to be favored by the gods themselves.

The land was covered with green grass, and the fresh grass leaves swayed gently in the breeze. The soft light fell on the spring water, creating layers of waves.

It was like a dream.

"Have I come to the kingdom of God of my Lord?"

"No——. No!"

"That stake is still there!!"

Steven's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and his heart was full of shock.

He felt that all this was like a miracle, and this huge contrast made his brain unable to accept it for a while.

"Here, here is—."

He sat up involuntarily, still staring at the scene in front of him, as if his throat was choked by something.

After a long while, he exclaimed: "Could it be that the gods have really descended on this land?"

Then just before Steven continued to speak, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and then the whole person fainted again.

Boom.

Sophia stared at him with an angry face, snorted, and lowered her voice and said angrily:

"Shut up!"

This damn guy, he has no eyesight at all, didn't he see that my Lord was doing something over there?

She just wanted this guy to shut up now.

As for whether this guy would die, she was still not worried. Her men had some sense and did not really kick his head.

When she was thinking about how to hide this guy, she felt a gentle look.

"My Lord, I ——"

"Okay, you don't need to explain more, just do it, and wait until he wakes up again."

Herbert waved his hand and did not blame Sophia for this idea.

The guy's shout just now was so sudden that he was also shocked.

The most important thing is that Steven's howl directly called Freme back from her special emotional state.

Miss Mermaid is now sober, blushing because of her bold idea just now, and rushed to the seaside to sober herself.

You are such a bad guy!

If it weren't for you, I would have been "forced" to be dragged into the sea by her.

You ruined me————- No, you ruined Freme's good thing! ! !

Herbert criticized Steven for Miss Mermaid, and then he also laughed.

“Hahaha!”

Anyway, the progress of the strategy is almost there, so there is no need to rush.

Besides, it is not dark yet, and it is not good to exercise during the day. After all, he still needs to find a reason to get Sophia out of the way.

At this moment, Freme hid herself, so he had to find something else to do.

"Now that things have come to this, let's get to work first."

But he shook his head and motioned Sophia to bring the prepared wooden stakes.

Since he said before that he would use his own blood, Herbert would naturally not be unprepared.

After returning here again, Herbert was able to confirm that his blood could indeed dispel the mist of the Misty Mountains and form a piece of pure land.

So what he did this time was to expand the scope of this pure land.

With the experience of the last time, he did not use the most ancient method to directly bathe the wooden stakes with blood this time.

Instead, he asked Sophia to cut eight wooden stakes and asked him to dig out a very deep blood storage groove in the center.

All Herbert had to do was pour his blood into it and seal it with a cork.

While Herbert was draining blood to fill the wooden stake, he watched Sophia insert the prepared wooden stake into the border of the Pure Land according to his instructions.

"I always feel like I'm making some kind of magic-sealing stake, as if I'm sealing some underground monster."

"Well - so, is this actually a kind of live stake on a construction site?"

Is this the fate of civil engineering?

Different paths lead to the same destination?

After draining and filling a new wooden stake, Herbert shook his head slightly, his body swayed a little, but soon returned to normal.

"There is still a burden, and ordinary people really can't do it like me."

Under normal circumstances, a person's life will be endangered after a certain amount of blood is drained, leading to the tragedy of selling blood.

But Herbert is different.

He has a lot of blood.

While bleeding, he can also produce blood.

Especially after bleeding too many times at Eliza's place before, he has become accustomed to such behavior.

"Come to think of it, when I left this time, I didn't say goodbye to Eliza. No, I didn't say hello to her when I went back."

"Forget it, it's not a big deal."

Herbert thought carefully and realized that he didn't appear in front of Eliza after he went back this time.

"Since I didn't say hello to her when I went back, it's equivalent to saying that I didn't go back from her perspective."

"Yeah, no problem!"

"Anyway, I left her so much holy blood last time, so she won't starve."

How did that sentence go?

Oh, yes, I could have endured the darkness if I hadn't seen the light.

"Very good, I haven't seen her, so it's equivalent to her not seeing the light, still in the darkness, and there's no need to miss her more."

"Yeah."

Herbert couldn't help shaking his head and smiling when he thought of Eliza.

"It's been a long time since we last saw each other, and I still miss her a little. Give her more blood next time!"

Prison without light.

In the cage where you can't see your hand in front of your face, darkness is as thick as substance and permeates every corner.

In the darkness without a single ray of light, there suddenly came a sad cry as if it was suffocated in the box.

"Ah!"

"Who will save me?"

"Help! Help!"

"Who will pull me out!"

At this moment, a poor vampire was trapped in it, her upper body was tightly clamped by the coffin lid.

The lid of the box was tightly bitten like a big mouth full of sharp teeth, locking the vampire firmly in it, unable to move at all.

At first, Eliza twisted her body desperately, trying to escape the terrible bondage, but it was all in vain.

By now, she had completely given up, letting the coffin clamp herself, and even stopped kicking her legs behind her.

"Help me, please!" Eliza cried out with full energy. There was no despair or fear, but more embarrassment and helplessness.

Although the coffin held her body, it did not really hurt her, except for the emotional damage.

But perhaps as a punishment for his attempt to escape from prison, the coffin had never meant to let her go back.

Until now, Eliza had been crying out for a long time, but still had not given up hope for help.

What was supporting her?

"Herbert!"

Is it love?

No.

It's anger.

"You damn guy! I know you're back, so come and save me! "

Especially when she thought of that guy who deliberately appeared in front of her and then didn't come to see her, she felt even more angry.

You damned Paladin!

Did you do it on purpose?

Yes, you must have done it on purpose.

Didn't I just ask you for some more holy blood last time?

You actually hold a grudge!

Wait for me to come out next time!

I will make you pay the price next time-this anger supported Eliza and prevented her from becoming a complete idiot.

Finally, after shouting for an unknown period of time, a light sound of footsteps slowly sounded in the darkness.

The sound was very light, but it was particularly clear in the silent cell.

"Who! ! ?"

Eliza was excited and kicked her legs hard behind her, trying to attract the man's attention.

"Ah! Whoever it is, come and help me!"

Behind her, the Dark Elf Archmage was staring at her with a puzzled look on his face,

This vampire·

What are you doing?

She did hear Eliza's cry for help before, but never took it to heart - this guy always made some strange noises after drinking the holy blood.

It wasn't until the strange movement lasted for too long that she finally came over to check it out.

And this sight made her fall into confusion.

What is this posture? What kind of look is this? What does this mean?

She thought about this question for a long time without coming up with an answer.

Finally, with doubts in her eyes, she asked in a slightly cold voice:

"What are you doing?"

"Why do you want to put yourself in the coffin? Why--oh!"

Suddenly, Sifani remembered some scenes she had seen in traditional dark elf stories, and suddenly said:

"Oh, I see."

"So, are you planning to use this gesture to seduce Lord Herbert?"

Eliza:? ? ?

"ah???"