Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 234 I'm just a passing knight! (5K plus 71 72)

Fao stared blankly at the fog in the distance, which was no longer turbulent, blinked quickly, and said in a trance: "This... What on earth is going on?"

Isn't this wrong?

The paladin who was ready to sacrifice but failed was still confused, and his companions were more anxious than him.

"Don't worry about what's going on, just stop!"

The two monks rushed forward from the left and right, grabbed his arms directly, and supported him tightly.

At this moment, the paladin's legs, which were still able to stand, suddenly lost the last strength, and his legs softened. He relied on the support of the monks to avoid collapsing to the ground.

At the same time, two healing spells fell on him impatiently.

The white light enveloped the paladin's body, moisturizing his tired and dry body, dispelling his weakness, and making his pale and shriveled cheeks have a hint of blood color.

As time went by, the Paladin's originally weak body gradually stabilized, and the blade in his hand also loosened.

The light on the blade slowly faded and merged back into his body, making his face a little rosy.

Seeing that the Paladin was finally out of danger, the nuns' tense nerves finally relaxed.

Then, a trace of anger appeared on the sister's face, and she couldn't help but scolded:

"Do you know what you just did? Your behavior was extremely reckless!"

"Do you think you are a hero? Can you become a hero by sacrificing yourself for your own sake!? "

The nun's voice was not loud, but full of seriousness and reproach.

"Do you think that you can solve all problems by relying on your own strength and desperately praying for a power that is so powerful that it may devour you?"

"Have you ever thought about what will happen to you if He does not respond to you in time, or if that power exceeds your limit?"

"Not only will you lose your life in vain, you will also put us in an even more desperate situation!"

If Fao can destroy the high-level ghost wolf and successfully force the remaining wolves to retreat, that would be the best result.

But what if he can't?

If he dies, it will completely enrage these already crazy monsters.

Escape?

Can these people really escape?

It's hard to say.

The nun clenched her fists tightly, staring at the dazed paladin, and gritted her teeth and said:

"We are a team, and everyone's life is extremely precious. Your life not only belongs to you, but also to the safety of the entire team!"

"I can't stand paladins like you who think you are smart! You only know..."

"Sister! Stop it!"

The nun wanted to say something else, but was stopped by her sister who finally came to her senses.

"That, although Fao did something wrong, it was to save everyone's lives after all, so there is no need to say it so excessively..."

Varo scratched his bald head awkwardly at this time, and whispered in agreement: "I think so too, he should have said it, but he shouldn't have been scolded so badly."

It really doesn't deserve the death penalty!

"No, I think she is right, he really deserves to be scolded."

Varo was stunned, and then said angrily: "Zar, shut up! How can you talk like that!!"

I was almost trying to persuade him, why are you messing with him?

But after he finished speaking, he was stunned.

How could Zar, who kept silent, speak?

And even if it was really him, it wasn't this voice!

He turned his head and saw that Zar's hand was about to leave an afterimage.

But who else was there besides him?

Who was talking?

"Who is it?!"

"Hehe, guess who I am?"

Realizing that something was wrong, everyone looked in the direction where the voice came from - in the fog!

Just as they were looking at that direction together, a bloody figure slowly walked out of the diffuse fog.

The figure seemed to be summoned from the abyss of darkness, exuding a creepy and terrifying aura.

Thick blood covered every inch of his skin, hair... He couldn't see his original appearance at all.

The bloody smell on his body was so strong that it almost turned into substance, and the pungent smell spread around like a surging tide.

Without the cover of the fog, the strong smell of blood spread, making everyone's vigilance explode instantly!

The nerves that had finally relaxed were tensed again, and they felt a huge pressure.

Evil spirit.

The evil spirit emanating from the figure was even more suffocating.

It was like another black fog lingering around him, slowly twisting and circling, as if to devour all the vitality around him.

The terrible threat was like a heavy mountain, pressing them to the point of being unable to breathe.

Who is this person! ! ?

They didn't know the answer, but from the current situation... this was undoubtedly a strong man from the evil realm!

"Back off!!!"

Varo shouted loudly, blocking everyone in front of him, glaring at the man, his eyes locked on him, and warned loudly: "Don't get closer!"

Never let him get closer!

The visible bloody figure seemed to be deaf to Wu Song's warning, and he still took heavy and firm steps forward.

With every step forward, the thick smell of blood and evil spirit on his body pounced on everyone more strongly.

The blood-colored figure's pace seemed slow, and each step brought an invisible pressure, as if stepping on their hearts.

Dongdong!

He slowly spoke as he moved forward. His voice was not low, but it looked weird and distorted under this appearance.

"His behavior is indeed very irresponsible. Blind sacrifice will only cause trouble to others."

"Can the sacrifice of one person alone bring about a great victory?"

The blood-colored figure whispered, with a bit of sarcasm in his voice:

"He did not consider the consequences of the team losing him. He only challenged the danger far beyond his ability with a momentary passion. This is a very naive behavior."

"In other words... everything he did was just to realize his own value and prove his bravery to the gods."

He was not doing it for others.

But just for himself.

After hearing this, everyone who was still on guard fell silent and couldn't help but think along his words.

His words seemed to be really correct.

"Sir, please stop talking."

But at this time, the nun sister who was criticizing Fao just now stood up. She stared at the uninvited strong man and said coldly:

"No matter what, he is our companion, you are not qualified to judge his behavior!"

"We are from the Misty Monastery! Please leave!"

Her voice woke up the other people, and they finally came to their senses, looking at the terrifying figure that had walked in front of them in horror.

I actually thought about what he said, and I thought what he said made sense! ! ?

"...Companions?"

The bloody figure finally stopped, turned his head to look at the dull-looking paladin, and smiled: "You see, they don't want to lose you."

"So, instead of solving the problem alone, I think it's better for you to communicate more with your companions, what do you think? Fao."

!!! !

The people who were about to take action were stunned.

Does he know Fao?

At this time, Fao, who had been feeling that the voice was familiar, finally came to his senses and remembered the identity of the person in front of him.

After a moment of stunned silence, his eyes suddenly lit up, he looked up at the person in front of him, and said hoarsely in surprise: "Sir Herbert!!"

After being recognized by him, Herbert, who had been pretending for a long time, finally stopped acting, nodded, and smiled:

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you ready to sacrifice again? Haha."

Herbert sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Is this guy addicted to sacrifice?

Why is he sacrificing every time I see him?

Either he has sacrificed, or he is on the way to sacrifice... Is he addicted?

"Don't think about sacrifice every time. If you go on like this, your body will not be able to hold on sooner or later."

"You think sacrifice is just a moment of bravery and fearlessness, but sacrifice is never without cost."

Herbert is not exaggerating.

As the trump card of the Paladins to turn the tables in a crisis, sacrifice itself is an extremely dangerous thing.

For example, now, Fao seems to be fine on the surface, but in fact, the foundation of his body has been greatly damaged.

The foundation has been shaken.

Once the foundation of a building is shaken, the entire building is in danger of collapse.

The same is true for the body.

Although this sacrifice was not fully demonstrated, Fao's life span will be reduced because of this recklessness.

Even his talent will gradually collapse, and the power of the Paladin will become more and more difficult to control.

If it is not treated in time, the final result is complete waste and loss of all power.

"If you really lose your power, you will no longer be the Paladin who can protect everyone and eliminate darkness."

"You will become a useless person who can't even protect yourself. At that time, all your ideals, beliefs, and everything you want to protect will become a bubble."

"There are many paths for Paladins. Some choose to protect others, and some choose to eliminate the enemy. Which one do you choose?"

Herbert blinked and teased: "Haha, there will always be no one who chooses to sacrifice himself and do nothing, right?"

The monks listened to these words, and the guard on their faces faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.

The two nuns finally put their minds at ease at this time, realizing that they had misunderstood the person in front of them.

Being able to say such a thing, the other party is definitely not a villain from the evil realm, but a person who truly understands the core of the Paladin.

He may even be a high-level strongman in the monastery!

Which legend is this?

That's right!

Could it be that he is the strong man that Fao wants to follow?

At this time, Fao finally came to his senses and lowered his head in shame.

Although he didn't think about it deliberately in his heart, he had such an idea in his heart after reflection.

As long as he sacrificed himself and became a hero, he didn't have to care about everything behind him.

Just like Herbert said, he has realized his own value.

Enough!

But this is obviously wrong!

He stammered in shame: "Sir, I, I was wrong..."

"Stop, you don't have to explain to me, and I don't need your explanation."

Herbert shook his head and interrupted Fao's explanation, pointed behind him, and smiled: "You should tell these words to more suitable candidates later."

After being interrupted, Fao pursed his lips, turned to look at the others, and nodded to them with difficulty.

He knew that he would have to apologize to others properly in the future.

"Sir Herbert, why are you here? Didn't you go deeper?"

Herbert smiled when he heard this and said the lines he had prepared long ago: "Me? I'm just a passing paladin."

Everyone:?

This strong man... always felt a little different from what they imagined.

Not only the bloody and weird way he appeared, but also the tone of his speech was not very serious.

"Uh... Okay, I understand." Faao was stunned for a moment and then quickly lowered his head, as if he understood something.

If Lord Herbert doesn't want to say anything, he must have his reasons.

There must be some hidden secrets that prevent you from telling us the truth!

Herbert was also very satisfied with his understanding. He nodded and said, "Okay, just take a good rest here and leave after you have rested. You won't encounter any danger on the way back."

"I still have things to do, so I won't stay here with you."

After saying this, Herbert did not wait for their response, smiled and nodded at the others, then turned around and walked through the mist again.

Except for Fao who lowered his head to say goodbye, the other four people looked at Herbert in confusion as he disappeared with light steps.

?

From Herbert's strange appearance to his dashing departure, it did not take five minutes in total.

It seemed that he was really just passing by casually, stopping by to say hello to Fao and criticize him for his recklessness.

After hesitating for a long time, the nun sister asked in a low voice: "Faao...who is your Excellency?"

Who is it?

Fa'ao raised his head, looked at the others in confusion, and frowned: "You don't know him? How come you don't know him?"

Do we have to know him?

Is he famous?

Just when the nun sister was about to ask another question, Varro suddenly came back to his senses and said in disbelief: "...Herbert? Wait, you said his name is Herbert!!?"

The supported paladin raised his head proudly and said proudly: "Yes, it is the Lord Herbert you are thinking of!"

"Is he famous? Who is he anyway?"

Just when my sister was still confused, she suddenly realized something and murmured: "...Herbert Albert? Son of Silver Wings? The Herbert who tamed the crazy dragon?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

At this time, they finally noticed something strange about Zaer who was practicing silent meditation on the side - he was nodding his head hard and trying to make a little noise to attract their attention.

As the first person to recognize Herbert's true identity, he had been unable to tell the truth. He was almost suffocated.

"Yes! It's him!"

With the help of the two men, Fao stood up straight with difficulty, looked at the direction in which Herbert left, and said gratefully: "I was saved by His Excellency Herbert last time."

Although there was no clear evidence that the retreat of the wolves was related to Herbert, he had this feeling in his heart and felt that he had been saved by Herbert again.

Thank you, Lord Herbert!

The nun sister also recalled Herbert's appearance at this time, and her eyes widened in shock.

"But, I remember him looking very..."

Very young, very delicate, probably just a child who has just grown up!

But what was that just now?

That terrible sense of oppression, that suffocating evil spirit.

"He, how did he become like this?"

Others were also stunned after hearing this question.

yes……

Why?

What happened to him?

…

And Herbert walked into the fog again and clapped his hands gently.

Snap.

The next moment, the originally unremarkable fog suddenly lit up.

Thousands of strange pairs of green eyes lit up in the mist, surrounding him, looking straight at the bloody boy in the center.

If other people saw this scene, they would be shocked, but Herbert smiled.

"hehe……"

When Herbert glanced at those pairs of eyes, he only saw the fear and enthusiasm hidden in them.

"So good."

He looked at the high-level ghost wolf who had just joined his team - his throat had been bitten by other ghost wolves.

"It's a pity that I failed the first test."

He shook his head regretfully, then stepped directly over its body and continued forward.

Herbert didn't intend to kill it, but since it was useless, he couldn't be blamed for not giving it a chance.

"Let's go and continue to look for our lost compatriots and make them one of us."

As if she understood his words, a howl of excitement and fear came from the mist.

"Ouch——"

Herbert had been doing only one thing in the fog.

Find the small group of misty ghost wolves, kill their leader, become the leader, and integrate the remaining wolves into your own wolf pack.

Of course, if the leader is willing to surrender together, he will also give them a way to survive.

And now, he has recovered more than half of the wolves outside the Misty Mountains, and there are thousands of wolves following behind him!

But he still didn't stop.

I come, I see, I conquer.

He will not stop until all the ghost wolf tribes are absorbed.

If possible...

Herbert will become the new wolf king of the Misty Mountains.

After all, has anyone stipulated that only wolves can become wolf kings?

Just like the duck king is not necessarily a real duck, and the dragon king is not a real dragon.

"Aww!"

"Aww--"

"This is the Misty Mountains..."

Yunil looked at the misty mountains in front of her, narrowed her eyes, and shook her head secretly.

"I don't know why she has to go here? Isn't it better to go somewhere else to play? Really."

Joanna stared at the surroundings, but didn't find the person who was supposed to greet them, and didn't feel any breath at all.

"Where are the people? They are late?"

Just as she was wondering, the sound of illusory horse hooves came from the mist, getting closer and closer!

Click, click, click...

Who dares to gallop in the Misty Mountains?