Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 207 Sacrifice! (6K plus 38-40)
However, although Herbert wanted to cause trouble for the Holy Grail of Wine of Oblivion, he was not in a hurry.

He had three purposes for coming this time.

One is to go to your own camp to check the situation and carry out preliminary construction.

The other is to solve the problem left by the Holy Grail and see what it wants to do to itself.

For this purpose, Herbert specially brought the mermaid lady who is proficient in water.

The most important part is actually to find monsters to test the effectiveness of the fallen angels' conquering power.

He wants to level up!

And you also have to get some loot materials, otherwise it will be difficult to explain when you return.

"For now, let's try following the map provided by the monastery."

Before Herbert left the monastery, he got the map that Bishop Rusty Nail had someone give him.

It recorded the safe areas and terrain that the monastery had explored, as well as the detailed distribution of monsters in them, with the degree of danger and strength of each one noted.

Although the Knight Commander said that he didn't care and let Herbert do whatever he wanted, he still handed the map to him.

Well... a bit of tsundere.

But, men’s tsundere is not interesting at all!

The tsundere look of the middle-aged rocker with rusty nails all over his body is even more bizarre!

He refused even though he was moved.

"Um……"

Herbert simply picked around, temporarily avoiding the high-level monsters, and turned his attention to the larger number of low-level and mid-level monsters.

It’s better to choose a simple appetizer first.

It would also be better to have more individuals so that more reference data can be provided.

"The Mist Ant Colony, although the individual strength is only low-level, but the number is huge, the risk factor is extremely high... This is not possible, it is still a bit dangerous to challenge alone."

Although the ant colony basically met Herbert's requirements, after thinking it over again and again, he gave up temporarily.

Herbert is aware of his weaknesses. He has mostly passive abilities and lacks the ability to deal damage to a group.

If you just rush in, you won't die, but it will definitely not be an easy life either. You won't know how long it will take to hack and chop them all.

Although Freme could just sing a funeral song to send them all away, that would defeat the purpose of the exercise.

After thinking about several options, Herbert finally decided on his goal.

"Flemme, let's go! The target is——"

"Misty Ghost Wolf Pack."

……

Misty ghost wolf pack.

Mid-level monsters are widely distributed in the Misty Mountains and often appear in groups.

A wolf pack will never have more than thirty members, but rarely fewer than ten.

The ghost wolf pack acts in a group with a high degree of coordination and a strict hierarchy. The head wolf is responsible for directing the actions of the entire pack. Every ghost wolf in the pack knows its role in the pack and they cooperate with each other very well.

The ghost wolves' fur color is similar to fog, and they have natural camouflage abilities. They are very good at using foggy environments and can approach their prey silently.

As a semi-spiritual creature, they can temporarily make their bodies invisible to pass through narrow gaps or avoid physical attacks.

At the same time, their semi-spiritual characteristics also give them a certain degree of extra resistance to some magic.

This characteristic allows them to successfully escape from danger in the Misty Mountains, and they have a very high survival ability.

In addition, the ghost wolves are very vengeful.

If they are not completely killed, as long as one escapes, it will attract a group after a while.

Such a dangerous and difficult enemy naturally became the nightmare of the low- and middle-level monks who went out for training in the Misty Monastery.

Generally, people will try to avoid contact with them. Once they find them, they will actively retreat. Even if they are attacked, they will not easily fight back.

But in a corner of the fog, the situation is slightly different.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I accidentally killed it."

The white-haired boy carried the dead body of the ghost wolf and smiled apologetically at the dazed wolves.

Then he threw the corpse directly over and it landed in front of the tallest wolf among them.

The leader wolf looked at the boy blankly, then looked down at the body of his favorite female wolf...

Its eyes instantly turned red, and the twenty or so ghost wolves around it also became furious.

The entire forest became solemn and solemn, with more than twenty pairs of scarlet eyes staring at the young man opposite.

"Hey, I've already apologized, what else do you want?"

The young man spread his hands and said innocently:

"Besides, it was clearly the one that attacked me first..."

"But after all, he's dead. You don't have to be so sad. We should always look forward to life... Well, it seems you can't accept this statement."

Ouch——

In the ancient forest shrouded in mist, accompanied by the sharp and angry howl of the leader wolf, the gray wolf pack suddenly became transparent.

They quickly hid in the fog, then rushed out from all directions at the same time, pouncing on the young man in the middle.

They want to avenge their dead tribesmen!
"Everyone saw it! You were the first to do it!"

Herbert held a long sword shining with holy light and looked at the monsters rushing towards him with excitement.

"Now...I have to defend myself!"

Obviously the wolves moved first, but it was Herbert who launched the attack first!
"Boiling blood."

dong dong.

Herbert moved his feet and rushed towards the wolves like a flash of white lightning, his steps light and swift.

Just as he was approaching the wolf pack, he swung his sword suddenly. A golden sword energy cut through the fog and slashed towards the ghost wolves in the front.

"Supreme Slash."

The ghost wolves reacted extremely quickly, jumping to the side nimbly the moment the sword energy approached, but one of them was still hit by the aftermath of the sword, with half of its body split in half, and it howled in pain.

"Ouch!"

However, this whimper did not scare away the ghost wolves, but instead stimulated their ferocity.

The wolves became faster and arrived in front of Herbert at the same moment, biting him fiercely in the vital parts.

Neck, throat, back of head...

Their bites not only cause physical damage, but also have a certain impact on the target's soul, causing the target to be temporarily dizzy and easier to be devoured by them.

The beast shows no mercy.

They will tear their prey apart with all their might without reservation.

Dead prey is good prey.

But…the arrogant and powerful will.

Herbert did not dodge, but allowed the canine teeth that could easily bite through leather armor to bite him.

Clang clang!
The sharp teeth came into contact with the flesh, resulting in a sound like metal colliding.

"It doesn't hurt."

Herbert smiled with pleasure as he felt the bite that did not break his defense at all, and the almost imperceptible impact on his soul.

"Is this your full strength? Is this the limit of what you can do?"

Just when the wolves noticed something was wrong and were about to let go and run away, dozens of sharp spikes emerged from Herbert's body.

Chi chi chi——

Some ghost wolves that were unable to react in time were pierced through the head before they could transform into spirits, and were killed to the point of being irredeemably dead.

Handfuls of blood mist bloomed on Herbert's body, dyeing his clothes red.

A few ghost wolves that reacted quickly and transformed into spirits tried to escape, but their heads were chopped off one by one by Herbert's sword.

Spiritualization is meaningless in front of a long sword endowed with holy power.

Chi Chi Chi.

In less than ten breaths, only two or three kittens were left of the wolf pack that besieged Herbert.

"Hum~"

Herbert did claim to be bad at dealing with a majority of enemies, meaning thousands of them.

Once the number reaches a certain level, it will be impossible to mow the grass.

And it definitely does not refer to just twenty.

Everything happened so fast that the leader wolf was unable to react.

Half a minute ago, he was the leader of a pack of twenty wolves, playing with seven or eight female wolves every day.

But now, it has become a lonely man.

What happened?
After being stunned for a moment, the wolf leader became extremely furious.

"Ouch!!!"

It howled in pain, then jumped high and rushed towards Herbert with its bloody mouth wide open.

The enemy is extremely powerful and cannot be defeated. There is only one way out, which is death.

It's clear.

But I still have no choice but to do this.

The alpha wolf is buying time for the rest of the pack.

As long as they can escape and become part of other ghost wolf packs, this hatred will be remembered.

As for itself...

The alpha wolf cannot retreat.

You can only kill the enemy, or be killed by the enemy!
Just when the leader wolf was about to make his own sacrifice, the enemy in front of him suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

!!!

where is it?
Disappeared?
Where did he go!!!?
Before the leader wolf could look for it, he heard a chuckle from above his head.

"Courage is pretty good."

Under the terrifying threat of death, the wolf leader transformed himself into a spirit without hesitation and almost completely disappeared on the spot.

But it still didn't work.

eat.

The transparent spirit was grabbed by the jade-like hands by the back of Fate's neck and was pulled out of the spirit world.

"But courage without strategy is meaningless."

"If you don't recognize your own power, all you've done is make meaningless sacrifices."

"You can't save anything except yourself."

With emotion, Herbert easily crushed the wolf's skull, ending its not-so-glorious life.

The alpha wolf's final counterattack seemed heroic, but there was nothing to be sentimental about.

It is not fought for noble causes.

After all, the only reason they have come to this point is because of greed.

They wanted to kill Herbert, and Herbert wanted to kill them.

No matter how nice it sounds, it's just beasts fighting each other and taking everything from each other.

The wolves were dead, and everything they had would be taken away by Herbert.

And if Herbert died, his flesh and blood would become nourishment for the wolf pack.

There is no difference.

After killing the leader of the ghost wolf pack, Herbert felt a distinct force surging into his body.

"call……"

It was different from before, although not much, but I could clearly feel that my resistance to magic had been improved.

Magic resistance has been increased by almost half from the original level.

"More than twenty can improve it by half, so can we be completely immune if we kill five hundred?"

[“What are you dreaming about? The effect is the best at the beginning, and the effect will definitely decrease later.”]

"I think so too."

Herbert smiled. He was just talking nonsense and didn't really think that there would be such a cheap thing in the world.

"But even so, it's enough to be able to improve a little bit."

You can never have too much resistance.

"By the way, do you need the ghost wolf's body?"

[“You don’t have to tell me. I’ve already put it away~ although it’s really useless.”]

The shadow tentacle poked the sole of Herbert's shoe, announcing its presence. "Okay, then you can do it yourself in this situation next time."

Herbert nodded and let out a long breath.

It's not tiring.

During the hunting process, he constantly felt life energy flowing into his body. Now he didn't feel tired at all, but rather a little... excited!
"not enough."

"I need more ghost wolves..."

Herbert looked at the traces of the ghost wolf he had deliberately let go and smiled with pleasure.

"Go, quickly find other companions to avenge me."

He waved to Freme who was secretly keeping watch, and slowly followed the traces left by the ghost wolf.

……

Just as Herbert was about to easily destroy the monster and was enjoying the joy of harvest.

Right in the Misty Mountains, there is another group of people who are suffering.

In a swamp filled with a foul smell, a group of paladins are in a desperate situation.

The silver-white armor on their bodies no longer shone, but was covered with scratches and dents, and blood seeped from the gaps in the armor.

The leading paladin had his helmet askew, revealing a face covered in sweat and fatigue, but his eyes still burned with a determined flame.

Although the sword in his hand had dimmed, he still held it high, and every swing was accompanied by heavy breathing, as if this simple action had exhausted all his strength.

"The Holy Saint... Kill!"

The not-so-bright sword blade flew out and forced back the huge monster that looked like a wild boar.

Around him, the other four paladins also gritted their teeth and persevered.

Some of them knelt on one knee, using their swords to support their bodies, while their other hand covered the wounds on their abdomens that continued to bleed.

Some people simply bandaged their broken arms, and continued to rush forward to provide cover with the broken sword in their other hand.

Their cloaks had long been dyed red, like withered blood flowers in the quagmire.

The monster's huge and ugly body rampaged around them, making terrifying roars from time to time.

The wild boar monster's shoulder height was over three meters, and its width was similar. Its two pairs of huge fangs protruded long and shone with a sharp luster.

Its fur is tough and covered with a layer of mucus. It is totally unaffected by ordinary blows and is just like an armored vehicle.

The mucus flowing from his body dripped into the mud, corroding black pits and emitting a strong and pungent smell.

The smell is so nauseating that once inhaled it will make people cry and feel weak all over.

Swamp boar.

In the outside world, this was originally a mid-level monster, but in the Misty Mountains, its strength was improved and it reached the realm of a high-level monster.

Although it is at the same high-level level as other monsters, its danger is slightly higher due to its huge size.

The danger level is definitely not lower than that of earth dragons of the same level.

Especially in the swamp area, its strength in all aspects has been significantly improved. It is one of the most dangerous monsters marked on the map provided by the Knight Commander.

Every attack from the swamp boar made the paladins' defenses shaky.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

"The brothers in the monastery will surely hear our cry for help!"

The map was not provided only to Herbert, but also to all the knights who went out of the Misty Monastery.

They were aware of the dangers of the bog boar.

Among the five people, only the team leader's strength had just reached a high level a few days ago, and the rest were only at the middle level.

With the strength of the five of them, even at their peak, they would not take the initiative to provoke this huge monster.

Not to mention, they had previously fought with a pack of misty ghost wolves and had barely managed to escape temporarily, and were now already exhausted from the series of battles.

Their faces were filled with pain and there was a hint of despair in their eyes, but no one had the thought of retreating.

They silently chanted sacred mantras, trying to draw the last bit of strength from their faith.

Struggling to hold on in this abyss of despair, waiting for a turning point that may never come.

They couldn't retreat.

Because at this moment, behind them, a group of adventurers were lying weakly on the ground.

It was also a team of five people, but at this moment three of them were already dead, and the only two remaining ones looked very weak.

To be honest, their strength is not weak, and they are even stronger than the Paladin Squad.

There are two professionals with high-level strength in the team, and the remaining three are only one step away from reaching the high level.

Such a team is by no means unknown in the Frost Crystal Kingdom. They have also made a name for themselves during their many years of adventuring.

A true weakling would not have the courage to come to the Misty Mountains. Although this is only a safe area on the periphery that has been explored, it still carries a very high risk - just like now.

After they had tried their best to hunt down the high-level monsters required for the mission, they had no time to rejoice before they were ambushed by monsters that had been lurking in the swamp.

One of the two high-level professionals died tragically on the spot, and two of the remaining three mid-level professionals were seriously injured. The battle was one-sided from the beginning.

If the Paladins had not rushed over after hearing their cries for help, the five of them would have been buried in the belly of the swamp boar by now.

If it weren't for the purpose of rescuing these people, these paladins would not have risked confronting this high-level monster.

But even if the Paladin came to join the battle, the situation did not improve at all.

Although the Paladins were able to hold out for the time being, they had no means of counterattacking.

Their only hope is that their fellow Saints who are training nearby can sense their danger.

Although all the Paladins knew in their hearts that this was almost impossible and the probability of it happening was too small.

But what about just abandoning those two people and running away?
Can't do it.

Abandoning those who call for help and running away has never been an option for the Paladins.

If they would have chosen to do that, it wouldn't have appeared in the first place.

So now, can I just wait to die?
No.

There is another way.

The leading paladin took a deep breath, clenched his teeth, and tried hard to stop his body from shaking with pain.

His face was as pale as paper, yet revealed an absolute determination. Beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, mixing with blood and blurring his vision.

His figure stood in front of everyone, his eyes fixed firmly on the monster that was gathering strength over there.

He held the sword in his hand without looking back, and said hoarsely: "You take the wounded away, I will hold the line here!"

"Fao!? What are you going to do..."

One of the young paladins shouted in shock and wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the middle-aged paladin next to him.

The paladin who looked much older than his actual age shook his head and said firmly through gritted teeth:

"let's go!"

He turned around, dragged the young paladin, and strode towards the two surviving adventurers with the other two.

No further explanation needed.

No need to waste time arguing.

As the only high-level professional who still has combat power, only Fao can deal with the monsters for a short time.

Although it is cruel, it is the only way to save others.

The most important thing is that Fao has made the intention to sacrifice.

The sacrifices of our compatriots must not be in vain.

"Brother, the monastery will remember you."

"Ah."

This is the last conversation between the middle-aged paladin and Faol.

From the moment Fao made up his mind to sacrifice himself to the moment the other four evacuated with the wounded, it took no more than half a minute.

Even the swamp boars didn't react to what these guys wanted to do, and they quickly left the battlefield and rushed away.

"Fao!"

"You must survive! Remember to run away!"

Hearing the young man's cry as he left, Fao's originally tense mouth corners couldn't help but curl up and he smiled dryly.

So young, haha!

The child may not understand now and may be angry about his departure, but one day he will know what is the right choice.

If his left leg had not been broken, he would have tried to escape after the others were out of danger.

But now...

"Ha ha!"

He suddenly laughed heartily, and his sudden surge of momentum made the swamp boar on the opposite side, who was planning to chase him, stunned for a moment and decided not to act rashly.

After his laughter ended, he raised the sword in his hand high and shouted loudly.

"My Lord, you are the sublime sun!"

"It is the light that burns away all sin!"

"Please bless your believers in the last moments and grant me, a sacrifice, a little strength!"

hum-

Along with his final call, the sword, which had originally dimmed, suddenly lit up at this moment.

In this battle, he had actually called upon the gods countless times.

But it was not until the end that, with the blessing of his noble will of sacrifice, the gods heard his call.

The god heard his prayer and granted him his power.

Feeling the sudden surge of the scorching sun power that was burning himself at the same time, Fao's eyes suddenly lit up.

He didn't expect that the gods would show mercy to him at the last moment and favor him, a dying man.

"Praise...the sun!"

Fao wanted to use his last bit of strength to swing the sword, but his exhausted body could no longer support him to make any more movements.

The gods had given him power, but he did not have the ability to master it.

Is it sad?
Do not……

"Thanks you."

Faol raised his sword high, glared at the restless monster, and kept the posture ready to chop down.

one second.

ten seconds.

Thirty seconds.

Fao felt his body begin to tremble gradually, and he also felt the power of the sword gradually fade away.

But even so, Fao still held the sword tightly in his hand and confronted the angry monster.

One minute.

After a minute passed, Fao couldn't help but start to relax.

Is that enough?

They had escaped safely.

I don't need to work harder anymore, right?

The moment the thought of giving up came to his mind, the solar power on the sword blade was reduced to only 20%.

"Haha, it's over."

Just when the blade was dimming, Faol had completely accepted his fate, and the boar could no longer endure and rushed forward...

Clang——

A golden sword blade fell from the sky, cut through the mist, and arrived in an instant, slashing hard on the right front leg of the swamp boar.

laugh!
Blood, collapse!
The huge body of the swamp boar suddenly lost its balance, and before it hit Fao, it fell heavily to the right.

boom!
"Roar!!?"

Fao's originally dim eyes suddenly lit up at this moment, and he shouted out involuntarily.

"Holy Slash!"

next moment.

An angel with blood-red wings swooped down from the sky!

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12500 words have been updated, that should be enough!
Is it a fine product? Is it a fine product?
Urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent——

Hmmmmmm haha ​​ahhhh!
　
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