Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"It's true that the flowers planted with intention do not bloom, but the willows with unintentional planting create shade."

Herbert narrowed his eyes, sheathed his sword, and silently followed the blasphemer, moving forward with it.

The experience of this night was truly unimaginable.

I chatted with the hungry dragon in the first half of the night, played in the water with the mermaid girl in the second half of the night, met a fanatical fish lover at dawn, and finally was invited by the elf sister to play poker in the boudoir...

What a fulfilling night!

Although the process was a bit too ups and downs, the result was not bad at all, and I successfully met Sifanni.

He was actually quite interested in this prisoner who was competing with him for control of the Lightless Prison.

Do you think Valentina is not strong?

No, she is extremely powerful, and her destructive power ranks among the highest among all prisoners.

Doesn’t Freme’s background seem insufficient?

No, she possesses a lot of secret knowledge as she has the blood of the Siren royal family.

But they were all defeated in front of the sealing formation and had little ability to resist.

They are both prisoners, so why does this dark elf archmage have the power to resist and even turn against the guest... What is the gap between them?

talent? experience? Or...wisdom?

Perhaps, it can really only be said that there are differences between prisoners.

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There were no more sounds in the darkness, only Herbert's breathing and the soft sound of bones colliding could be heard.

Click, click, click...

As time passed, the power that enveloped the Desecrator became stronger and stronger, and the flesh and blood disappeared faster and faster.

Within ten minutes, they all disappeared, completely turning into a walking skeleton.

Herbert was a little strange at first, not knowing where it was injured.

But when he thought about where the blasphemer would pass before coming to the third area... Herbert had a guess at the miserable injuries on its body and the source of the corrosive power.

First, he was beaten by Valentina, and then he heard Freme singing, right?

"One is responsible for killing people and setting fires, and the other is responsible for destroying corpses and eradicating traces. This coordination is really wonderful!"

Oh, what two terrible women!

Well done you two!

Without them taking action, he would really have to fight the blasphemer one-on-one, and he would probably not be able to defeat him.

"It's just that I didn't expect that Freme's singing would have such a terrifying effect. The average person would really not be able to tolerate it."

Herbert was a little sad, and he understood why Freme was so excited after making sure that she was safe.

Even if others are lucky enough to hear it, they may not be able to finish listening to it, and they will turn into withered bones after hearing it halfway.

For so many years, I was probably her only audience.

And the sirens are a race that likes to sing very much by nature. They use their songs to lure passing ships, and they also use their songs to communicate with their own kind.

"I'm afraid she's been holding it in for a long time... huh?"

The blasphemer walking in front of Herbert seemed to have stumbled. He stumbled and took an unbalanced step forward, making an unsettling crunching sound.

Click.

"Oh, this little movement is so crisp..."

Just when Herbert was guessing how long the blasphemer could hold on, its paused body trembled violently.

Bangdang...

The entire skeleton collapsed and scattered all over the ground.

The blackened bones seemed to have decayed for many years. Only a trace of energy remained in the skull, and an extremely weak blue-purple fire shone in the empty eye sockets.

"Moore, big man..."

The blasphemer wanted to speak, but no sound came out after opening and closing his mouth.

It no longer makes any sound.

There is no way to continue moving forward relying on obsession.

This difficult journey can only end here.

The fire in his eyes slowly extinguished, and it would be completely extinguished within a few breaths.

But at this moment, it was gently picked up.

! ! !

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you want to do when you break in here. In principle, I, the warden, need to expel you."

Herbert looked at the suddenly lit up soul fire, nodded, and then unceremoniously put the skull directly under his arm like a basketball.

"But, considering that you killed this body, I reluctantly help you."

"Let's go, I'll take you to see her."

Herbert actually had some impression of this blasphemer, or "Grass Carp Monk".

His background has something to do with some of the kingdom's great nobles. He is a pawn they placed in the monastery, and they have been secretly targeting him since he arrived.

Now seeing him turn into a pile of withered bones, Herbert's heart felt completely calm. Not only did he not feel sad, he even wanted to laugh a little.

Looks like meow!

Without the drag bottle to slow down the speed, Herbert, who led the charge, greatly increased his speed and strode forward in the darkness.

He wasn't worried that Sifani would set a trap to harm him.

On the one hand, it was Herbert who believed that Svanie was not so stupid.

Besides, if Sifani really had the ability to kill him, why did she have to wait until now?

I'm afraid it's already been done.

On the other hand, it was because of his dear ally that Ninasha would not sit idly by and watch if something happened to her, even if she was usually aloof.

He will give a reminder no matter what he says - whether it is with good intentions or malice is another matter, but in short it will make some noise.

Now, not only did Nenasha not stop him, she even urged him to go and have a look with interest.

"I'm afraid I'm not the only one interested in Sfanny."

After walking for a while, Herbert suddenly saw light.

Wait, light?

This is the Prison of No Light, there shouldn't be any light.

He raised his eyebrows, walked without stopping, and soon saw the true form of those light sources.

It was not the candlelight emitted by candlelight, nor the magic light of magic products.

The faint light in the darkness was emitted by some fluorescent plants.

In this dark world, fluorescent plants are like a pair of shining eyes in the dark.

He seemed to have walked into an underground garden, or a kingdom of fluorescent plants.

There were vines hanging from above his head, and there was a node emitting soft blue light at intervals on the slender vines.

There was green grass under his feet, and some small mushrooms emitting various colors of light.

Rustle...

Suddenly, Herbert was already in the forest.

At the end of the road, Herbert saw a giant tree emitting a faint blue light.

As he approached, the trunk of the giant tree slowly cracked in the middle, revealing an ancient wooden door.

"So, are dark elves also elves? They all like to live in trees."

This is very elf-like.

Herbert looked at the beautiful environment around him and was about to go in. Suddenly, he blinked and suddenly thought of something worth complaining about.

"You made your place so luxurious, and then you just watched your roommate shrink in a broken coffin."

This is really...

Well done!