Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 394 Angels and Dragons, Maids and Nuns

On this day, the believers of the Holy City of Glory went mad.

They saw the Lord's angels walking among mortals.

The angel with scarlet wings flew past outside the holy city, leaving bloodstains in the sky like blades.

Many years later, the sun god's war angel once again descended from the divine kingdom to save all living beings from suffering.

They cheered and jumped for joy, spreading the news far and wide.

It felt like attending the annual Sun Festival.

They have been in a state of excitement and agitation for some time now.

The sun god, unusually active for a long time, displayed miracles and issued divine pronouncements.

He also sent out His angels to help them fight against the minions of the evil god.

He did not abandon humanity.

He has never abandoned us foolish mortals!
My Lord!

May the glory last forever!
May the Lord of the Sun forever protect us!

Moreover, since some people saw the crimson dragon first, and then the dragon suddenly disappeared and the angel suddenly appeared... this combination naturally led them to make some connections.

They firmly believed that the angel who appeared this time was actually a giant dragon of extremely large size!

And it is very likely an ancient, legendary existence!
The above... represents the thoughts of ordinary believers.

However, those in higher positions who were truly qualified to know the truth understood that things were not as they seemed.

The sun god did indeed act strangely some time ago, but no one knows what the appearance of the blazing sun at midnight really means.
He did not issue any divine pronouncements, nor did He command them to wage war against the evil god's church.

The truth about the so-called "angels of the Lord" is even more unsettling.

They knew that it was not an angel sent down by the sun god.

So, should we explain this to them?

There is no need to explain, nor is it necessary to explain.

From the very beginning, they hoped that the Misty Monastery could borrow the angel armor, their real purpose being to make the "angel" appear.

Although the process was different from what they had imagined, the result still achieved their initial goal, and was even better than they had initially envisioned.

Furthermore, it wasn't that they figured it out; rather, the other party admitted it directly.

The angel did not linger after appearing; it flew swiftly over the holy city and arrived in front of the tower where they were in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps because of the aura emanating from the crimson battle armor, the protective barrier of the Holy City of Radiance did not react, tacitly allowing the "angel" to enter.

The angel gently landed on the high platform of the tower.

Hey.

Then, without any pretentious riddles, the "angel" simply raised her hand and landed on the helmet without any hesitation.

As the helmet was removed, her long, snow-white hair cascaded down from inside, gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

It even made the already bright space even more dazzling.

The handsome young angel, holding his helmet, smiled slightly at the somewhat dazed and confused crowd.

He nodded slightly and said loudly to everyone, "My fellow countrymen under the scorching sun, and the fearless warriors who resist the darkness, please allow me to pay you my highest respects."

"Herbert Albert, of the Mist Monastery, has come at the call of his allies."

"I've met you all."

The boy's smile was incredibly bright and sunny, but it made everyone who saw it feel a sudden chill in their heart.

dong dong!

It was as if they sensed a threat, or as if their minds were captivated by that handsome smile!
For a moment, no one spoke up.

"..."

The entire hall fell silent, all eyes fixed on Herbert, staring intently without blinking.

This young man possesses an amazing charm.

It's not just about appearance, but also about temperament and even aura!
They could vaguely sense the aura of "the Lord" emanating from this young man!

He... was actually favored by the scorching sun?

Judging from the lingering aura on him, he received far more favor than most of the people present.

In fact, in the entire Holy City, only the Pope of the Sun and a few of the God-favored ones could rival this favor.

Enviable pampering.

He was loved by the gods.

But... something's not right!
They could tell at a glance that Herbert was not a believer in the sun god; he lacked that familiar quality.

But it is precisely these "outsiders" who are favored by the sun even more than they are!?
what does this mean?
This means that Herbert possessed an amazing quality that could make the sun god ignore any "disrespect" directed at Him!

Perhaps it was talent, perhaps it was willpower, perhaps it was fate... they had no way of knowing.

But in any case, they can all be clear about one fact—it was not Herbert who chose the sun god, but the sun god who chose Herbert.

Even if you don't believe in me, I will still bless you.

Clearly, Herbert harbors a significant secret, but they cannot easily probe into it.

This kind of enviable, even jealous, favor, if it were given to any believer in the sun god, would be enough to make him a true favorite of the gods.

Do not……

Even though Herbert was not a believer in the sun god, he was still a chosen one of God.

no doubt!

The favor of the gods is domineering; whether you accept it or not, they will not care.

Not all gods are as easy to talk to as the Goddess of Ice and Snow, who would ask Herbert beforehand if he was willing to become her chosen one, and if he wasn't, then so be it.

In most cases, when the gods choose mortals to become their chosen ones, they do not consider the feelings of the mortals.

My affection for you is none of your business.
Whether you accept it or not, you are forced to accept this pampering.

If it is the favor of a true god, that's fine; it will grant His chosen ones special abilities.

But if it is the "favor" of an evil god, then the outcome may be different, and they will be forced to embark on a winding path full of thorns.

……

The crowd stared at Herbert in silence for a long time, and Herbert did not speak, but waited quietly for them.

"Cough cough."

The first to react was the Holy City's captain of guards, who coughed twice and nodded slightly to Herbert.

“You… well, fellow countrymen of the monastery, welcome to our monastery.”

He quickly recovered from his initial shock, regained his composure, and smiled helplessly at Herbert, saying, "You've certainly made quite a commotion with this."

After learning Herbert's identity, he recalled all the previous mysteries.

They also knew which faction the giant dragon belonged to; it turned out it really was one of their own!
It wasn't a self-inflicted wound by the god of lust; it was friendly forces recruited by our own people. There was just a minor problem, and without consulting us, they went to the front lines and wreaked havoc.

Herbert shrugged and chuckled softly, "All for justice."

He did not elaborate on why he took those dangerous actions that "could" escalate the war to a higher level.

He was simply stating one point—that everything he did was merely to eliminate more of the evil god's minions.

Yes, everything I did was for justice.

My heart and my actions are as clear as a clear mirror, and everything I do is righteous!
When have I, He, ever had the slightest selfish motive?

No!
"I see..." Upon hearing Herbert's reply, the guard captain was momentarily at a loss for words.

Should we blame him?
This is obviously not possible.

In any case, all Herbert did was fulfill the duties of a normal paladin.

From this perspective, there is nothing to criticize.

So, should we praise him?
Logically speaking, Herbert's achievement in "resisting the minions of the evil god" and saving his companions should indeed be praised.

But emotionally speaking, none of the people present really wanted to do that.

The appearance of the Crimson Dragon did indeed disrupt their original plans, making many subsequent preparations impossible.

According to their original plan, they intended to continue luring the enemy deeper into their territory and find an opportunity to teach the Church of Lust a terrible lesson.

Although this may very well cost the lives of some believers, it is still acceptable compared to the ultimate goal.

"This one……"

The atmosphere on the field became somewhat delicate for a moment, and the guard captain hesitated to speak immediately.

Herbert was naturally able to sense that something was amiss.

But he saw through it but didn't expose it, and didn't ask any questions.

If you're going to play dumb, you might as well play it all the way.

Herbert was not complacent about his "achievement," but instead asked with some concern, "Sir, did I do something wrong?"

However, instead of reflecting on whether he had acted too rashly, he thought about it in the most "simple" way.

"Oh! I see, I know where I went wrong!"

"Didn't we kill enough enemies before? Do we need to wipe them out completely? Right!"

Regardless of how others reacted, Herbert nodded with a look of sudden realization.

Did I not kill enough? Did I not kill enough?
Although Herbert didn't say it explicitly, his expression and actions made it clear that he would go back immediately and send them all away as soon as he gave the order!

Kill kill kill!

The guard's brow twitched, and he immediately realized something.

That's a fucking killer.

The Misty Monastery is considered a conservative organization among many.

They do not get involved in the conflicts between various religious churches; they only act to eliminate evil. They quietly fulfill their responsibilities and guard the sealed objects.

The Sun Church, on the other hand, is considered an extremist faction within the Orthodox Church.

These extremists, who cannot tolerate even the slightest evil, love nothing more than eradicating evil completely, wishing they could wipe out the entire evil force.

But at this moment, the conservative Herbert felt that these extremist sun worshippers were a bit too conservative.

Extremists think conservatives are too extreme, while conservatives think extremists are too conservative.

This is quite surreal.

"Cough cough!"

The guard chief coughed and quickly interrupted Herbert's "epiphany," saying in a deep voice, "There's no need for that. You've done enough. You need to rest now."

"We have already prepared a place for you to rest."

This is also what others are thinking.

You should just rest now!
Stop causing trouble, especially stop disrupting our plans!

"Since you put it that way, then thank you for your consideration."

Herbert did not resist, nodding slightly and accepting the guard captain's kindness: "But before that, please allow my companions to enter the Holy City as well."

The guard captain nodded slightly, then subconsciously asked, "That dragon? If it's... wait, my companions?"

It wasn't just Herbert and the dragon who came this time; there were others as well.
Are there any experts?

As he thought this, a thought struck him, and his gaze fell upon the gates of the holy city, where a commotion was taking place.

At this moment, many people at the gate were watching the three figures outside the city.

His gaze first fell on the two figures behind him, one tall and one short, both dressed in traditional monastery-style nun's habit.

Although their figures were not particularly striking and their nuns' habit covered most of their exposed skin, these two nuns possessed an extraordinary charm that made it impossible not to look at them.

However, even though both of these beautiful figures were already attractive enough, most people's eyes were now focused on the figure walking in front.

She is a tall, slender maid with her bright red hair simply tied into a single ponytail at the back of her head.

Wait, why is she a maid?

"Um!!?"

The guard captain squinted at Valentina, sensing the aura emanating from her, and realized that this was the human form of the crimson dragon.

Why is that crimson dragon, who possesses epic power, dressed as a maid?
what?
Although he was full of confusion, the seasoned captain of the guard held back. He did not make any rash moves, but instead turned to look at the two figures behind Valentina.

"Are they?"

He sensed a faint aura of the abyss emanating from the figures of the two nuns—they were probably not benevolent beings either.

"They are my servants."

Herbert spoke calmly, saying softly, "I know the doubts in your hearts. They are indeed not ordinary humans, but alien races from the abyss."

"They have made mistakes in the past, but they have recognized their errors and are now working hard to cleanse themselves of their sins."

"I brought them along this time in the hope that the radiance of the Lord of the Sun could shine upon them and further purify their sins."

After saying this, Herbert looked up at the crowd of people with various expressions.

Clearly, not everyone could accept his statement; they instinctively resisted the bloodline of the Abyss.

But perhaps because of Herbert's "angelic identity," these people did not act rashly, and instead looked at the captain of the guard, waiting for his decision.

Herbert then looked at the captain of the guard, nodded slightly, and asked, "Is that alright?"

"After eliminating so many of the evil god's minions, will they be qualified to enter the city?"

Is this qualification sufficient?
"..."

Faced with the gazes of Herbert and the others, the captain of the guard, who held the power of decision, fell silent, his brows furrowed tightly.

"they……"

(End of this chapter)