Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 245: Fishermen never come back empty-handed! (Please vote!!! Join the group to grab red envelopes!)

"Ha, ha, cough, cough..."

In the thick fog, a figure walked tiredly.

The fog was like a substance, covering his figure vaguely, as if a heavy burden was on his shoulders.

Every step he took was extremely difficult, his steps were heavy and slow, as if he was carrying a weight several times heavier than himself.

It was as if an invisible crowd was pulling his body, unwilling to let him leave them alone.

Steven took a few breaths with difficulty, untied the water bag and drank a sip, trying to moisten his dry throat.

"Ha, cough, cough!"

His body swayed, like a candle in the wind, and he might fall down at any time, and his feet would stagger from time to time.

But even so tired, he did not stop.

He didn't know why he couldn't stop, nor did he know what that meant.

However, there was a voice in his heart that kept telling him - "Don't stop! You must not stop here!"

"Once you stop, you will never be able to leave here!"

Steven didn't know whose voice it was, but he still chose to believe it.

Perhaps, it was the voice of God.

He is giving me guidance.

And this...can give him some extra strength in despair.

"My Lord, please bless your humble and loyal servant!"

Steven raised his still intact right hand to his chest and tightly grasped the wooden sign hanging around his neck.

The material of the wooden sign is ordinary, and a white dove flapping its wings is engraved on it, which slightly changes the quality of the entire sign.

The scarlet color is painted on the wings of the white dove, making the originally harmless white dove become weird and dangerous.

The wooden sign looks inconspicuous, but it seems to be Steven's last hope at the moment, trying to draw some strength from the wooden sign.

This is a piece he prayed to the lord to cut from the holy stake, and he personally engraved this pattern for him.

Steven didn't know what this pattern meant originally, but in his heart, it was equivalent to the holy emblem of God.

Not sure if it was an illusion, he seemed to feel a warmth coming out of the wooden sign, dispelling the fatigue and weakness of his body.

His footsteps were full of strength again, and he stepped forward firmly.

"I will leave here!"

"You can't stop me!"

"No one can stop me!"

With this idea in mind, Steven's thoughts became more determined, and he continued to move forward in the fog.

Perhaps he was lucky enough that he didn't encounter any disturbances along the way.

No monsters targeted him, and he didn't experience any strange changes.

This entire foggy forest was like an ordinary wilderness, even safer than an ordinary wilderness.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally encountered a dilemma.

There was no road ahead.

After pushing away the thick fog, Steven encountered a lake that blocked his way.

The lake was clear and blue, exuding bursts of coldness.

The lake was as calm as a mirror, but it was also full of an indescribable gloom.

When Steven's eyes fell on the lake, his eyes were instantly filled with fear and struggle.

"It's here..."

He was actually not unfamiliar with this lake.

It had appeared in his vague and chaotic memory and swallowed one of his companions.

Steven's heart was in a fierce struggle, and his steps stopped involuntarily.

"..."

He stood by the lake, looking at the lake, and the terrible scene of his friend being "swallowed" by the lake kept appearing in his mind.

Did she really jump into the water on her own initiative?

Is that memory true or false?

After waking up, Steven became more and more suspicious of the previous memory. Many places were only blurred, and the details of many things had been forgotten.

Do you want to stop?

Turn back now?

He stood on the shore, looking at the lake, and didn't take a step for a long time.

But after hesitating for a long time, he once again held the wooden sign in front of his chest, and his eyes gradually became firm.

"I can't stop here yet."

Finally, he put aside all distractions and took a step forward.

Boom.

But just as he took a step to cross the river, something shocking happened!

The originally calm river water suddenly seemed to receive some kind of command, and it automatically separated in front of his eyes!

The lake water was cut off from the middle, as if it was directly split by an invisible force, and as if it was blocked by an invisible wall, forming a strange landscape.

Steven could even see the muddy mud at the bottom of the lake that was dry but still wet.

"This..."

Am I dreaming?

He tried to touch the water walls on both sides, but when he approached, the lake water automatically retreated, as if it didn't want to touch him.

The lake water retreated in front of him?

He looked at everything in front of him blankly, bit his tongue hard, and took a breath of cold air in pain.

"Hiss!"

The clear pain made him understand that everything in front of him was not an illusion, but a real miracle in this world.

No.

"Is this a miracle?"

He subconsciously took off the wooden sign from his neck and held it in his hand.

Buzz——

For a moment he seemed to hear an illusory buzzing sound, and the lake water on both sides suddenly retreated, getting farther and farther away from him!

It was indeed so!

Steven's eyes suddenly lit up, and the scene in front of him verified his guess!

Sure enough, all this was special not because of his own appearance, but because of the god he represented.

That god really exists.

The lake is afraid of Him!

And just when he thought of this, he discovered another thing, the lake walls on both sides were rapidly lowering.

But in a moment, the entire lake completely dried up and disappeared, leaving only a deep hole in the center that led to nowhere.

He suddenly had some enlightenment.

He was so safe along the way, and he did not suffer any other attacks in the fog... It seems that it was not because he was lucky enough.

But because of the protection of the gods!

Steven's heart was more grateful to the god, and his faith in Him became more pious!

"Praise my Lord!"

"You are..."

He wanted to say a few more words when praising the gods, like the priests he had seen before, such as praising the gods' honorable names.

But when the words fell to his lips, he got stuck in his throat again.

The idea is good.

But the problem is - he doesn't know what to say.

He doesn't know the true identity of God, and doesn't know what to praise.

There is no way, Steven can only repeat the same sentence.

"Praise my Lord, praise my Lord, praise my Lord..."

So...

A scene that looks very strange to outsiders appeared.

In the silent fog, a weak and tired middle-aged man stretched his throat and shouted with a pious face:

"Praise my Lord!"

"Praise my Lord!!"

"Praise my Lord!!!"

He shouted with ups and downs!

He shouted with vigor!

The hoarse and rough voice echoed in the fog, gradually spread to the distance, and dissipated in the deeper and thicker fog.

To be honest, no matter how you look at it, this man has gone crazy.

He broke down after feeling the majesty of God and contacting the knowledge given by God.

Once you encounter such a scene, as long as you don't know the true situation of Steven, no matter who it is, you may not take the initiative to approach!

...

["So, this is part of your plan? Hehe."] Nenasha asked in a playful tone.

This is none of my business.

This is your own miscalculation, right?

"Well..."

And Herbert was a little helpless in the face of Miss Harmony's teasing.

"This is a bit of a miscalculation."

In his original plan, Steven acted as a bait to fish out the guy hiding in the dark.

But now, the situation is wrong.

As a bait, Steven is a little too "dangerous".

And a bait that will never be bitten actually has no value at all.

Unfortunately, in this Misty Forest Fishing Competition, the bait himself failed and was judged to be unqualified.

Steven's mental state is really a bit ahead of the times, far beyond Herbert's expectations.

In the version that is correct!

How can a normal person walk in the forest and shout there?

Do you respect this forest?

Huh?

"Speaking of which, the reaction of the Holy Grail is more interesting than I thought."

When it met Steven, it did not choose to run away at first, but curiously "observed" for a while.

It did not choose to run away until it was sure that Steven was really related to Herbert.

"Is it afraid of me? Or is it curious about me?"

["Maybe it's both afraid and curious?"]

Nenasha did not hide her ridicule and teased: ["After all, you left a very good impression on me at that time~"]

["Oh~ I said at that time, do you have to be so rough~"]

["Now, I don't know when I can really communicate with it."]

["It seems that in the end, I can only continue to use violence to forcibly capture it."]

"Really?"

Herbert shook his head and interrupted his teasing, and laughed: "Why do I feel that this may not be the case."

["Oh? How do you plan to contact it?"]

"Haha, don't worry, you will know when the time comes."

Herbert shook his head and smiled without saying anything.

At this level, do you think there is no hope?

Little friend Nenasha, do you really think that I can only use force in the future?

Naive, too naive.

Are you looking down on me a little bit?

Herbert lowered his head, looking at the remaining underground waterway on the ground, and smiled meaningfully.

"Don't worry, I'll have time to play with you later."

Isn't it just hide-and-seek?

Who can't do it!

With the various behaviors and attitudes that the Holy Grail is showing now, Herbert feels that it is just a stupid roe deer with low intelligence.

It doesn't remember to eat, barely remembers to be beaten, and I don't know what's in its mind.

For such a guy, you can't treat it the same way as other intelligent creatures, but should choose to treat it as an ordinary creature.

Herbert muttered a set of secrets to establish deep feelings with animals: "Time, place, quantity, take it away if you don't eat..."

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

Fleming turned around after listening to Herbert's mumbling, a little curious about what he was talking about.

"Haha, it's okay, just some tips on communicating with small animals."

Herbert smiled slightly, then pulled Freme's specially combed twin ponytails.

At this moment, the postures of the two of them were very special.

Unlike usual, Freme did not lie on Herbert's back, but Herbert sat on Freme's buttocks... well, on the fishtail.

Herbert rode on Freme's body in a very unrestrained way.

Attack and defense have changed, family members.

Yes, this is the way Herbert punished Freme for being tough in front of others.

I have ridden dragons and centaurs, so can't I ride mermaids?

That doesn't make sense!

I rode!

Of course, he still gave Freme some face and did not ride on her in front of others. He deliberately rode on her after leaving the Eldar territory.

The twin ponytails are easier to understand-steering wheel.

In addition, although it is called a "punishment", Freme herself did not resist this behavior much.

Even a little bit of fun.

The two of them followed Steven from a distance, hiding their bodies, enjoying the scenery that was different from the past.

...

Steven walked tiredly.

After crossing the dried-up lake, he encountered some other crises on the road.

Sound!

Like the sound of a piano coming from the fog, the sound of wind chimes coming from somewhere behind him, and the faint sobbing of a woman, the sound of water splashing...

Those sounds made him very nervous and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

But for some reason, those sounds did not go away, but followed him all the time... like a shadow!

Encountered a ghost!

He nervously clenched the wooden sign engraved with the white dove emblem, trying to draw strength from it.

Finally, at some point, Steven, who was walking with his head down, suddenly froze and felt that he had passed through an invisible barrier.

What! ! ?

He raised his head and saw the long-lost gold.

The sun.

The sky.

"Walk... Walk out!!!"

"Hahaha!"

Steven looked at the long-lost blue sky and couldn't help but feel a sore nose.

Boom!

He knelt down heavily on his knees, raised his head high, and covered his cheeks with force, trying to resist the tears that gushed out.

But he failed.

The tears flowed freely, wetting his beard and front.

After expressing for a long time, he finally stood up slowly, his eyes more firm than ever before.

"Lily! My dear daughter!"

He didn't look back at the fog behind him, but strode forward, whispering firmly: "Wait for me at home!"

"This time, Dad really found a place for you to stay!"

"Even without a lot of money, you can create a pure land."

"A real pure land, even a half-blood, can live safely!!!"

He clenched the wooden sign in his hand, which was his spiritual support and also the token given to him by the lord.

When he returns here again with this token, as long as he activates it, someone will come and take him back to the Pure Land...

"Eh? What's the name of that place?"

Steven was stunned. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten the name of that Pure Land and couldn't describe it clearly.

The memory exists, but it seems to be covered by a layer of fog, leaving only some of the most critical information.

"Is this... protection for me?"

Steven was stunned, then bowed his head gratefully: "Praise my Lord!"

...

On the other side, Herbert, who had finished the secret outdoor battle, carried the limp Miss Siren and set off on his way home to the Misty Monastery on the other side.

Pipi Shrimp, let's go!

Let's go.

The fishing failed, we...wait, where did I get an empty air force?

Didn't I get a fish?

Herbert carried Freme on his back and nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, it's not small anymore."

"It's time to get lost in the monastery."