Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

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An evil god has descended.

In just a few breaths, the sky several miles outside the Holy City of Glory was shrouded in a thick, dark red mist.

The enormous monster was hiding its body in the thick fog, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Thick, dark clouds rolled and surged like turbulent waves of ink, completely obscuring the once clear sky.

Blinding streaks of blood-red lightning flashed in the clouds, like ferocious giant pythons, tearing through the oppressive darkness and revealing the enormous shadows hidden within.

Corrupted spiritual energy permeated the sky, and the faint lamentations of countless people could be heard.

In an instant, the world changed color.

Although the Holy City of Glory appeared like a torch in the thick fog and was not substantially affected, this change still caused the believers in the city to tremble with fear.

They had never felt the terror of the gods so clearly.

Before the power of the gods, only fanatical believers will remain undisturbed; otherwise, even the most devout believers will waver.

Gods and mortals.

There are vastly different differences between them.

Unable to resist.

Ashamed.

Even in the holy city, they still felt their own insignificance.

Almost unconsciously, the believers couldn't help but pray to the gods, hoping that the gods could grant them salvation.

"My Lord, please save us!"

"Please save your poor lamb!"

But after the prayer, the believers fell silent.

The gods did not respond.

He...remained indifferent.

After receiving no response from the gods, the believers' hearts sank even deeper.

They felt abandoned.

It feels like the gods have abandoned them.

hope?

In this terrifying feeling of suffocation, they couldn't find any hope in their hearts.

But is that really the truth?

No!

whoosh-

A dazzling white light pierced through the oppressive darkness.

Before the strange, rising despair could consume my mind, a dazzling hope arrived first.

As if echoing the birth of the evil god's incarnation, angels also descended.

He flew out of the holy city and instantly rushed to the front of the evil god, standing in opposition to him!
That pure white figure became the dawn that tore through the darkness and despair.

Beneath the thick fog, a pure white angel clad in shimmering battle armor stood proudly.

The armor seemed to be formed from countless starlight, every inch of it radiating a holy and cool brilliance, the flowing light outlining mysterious runes.

The angel's face was hidden in the shadow of the helmet, making it difficult to see clearly; one could only sense the unwavering gaze projected from that shadow.

Those gazes were like two blazing flames, piercing through the heavy gloom and locking onto that chilling presence in the sky.

The angel gripped a holy lance several times his own height, its blade radiating a pure and dazzling light, like a newly risen sun, dispelling the thick darkness around him.

The tip of the Holy Lance gleamed with a chilling light, and wisps of divine power swirled around its body, as if it could easily tear apart all evil in the world.

The divine spear swung gently with the angel's movements, emitting melodious holy sounds, as if awakening the believers' faith in the blazing sun deep within their hearts.

"Angel……"

"It is an angel of our Lord!"

The evil god's avatar in the sky was hidden among the clouds, but its shadow, revealed amidst the lightning and thunder, was as large as a mountain.

The shadows would change slightly from time to time, sometimes turning into giant pythons, sometimes seemingly growing countless tentacles on their bodies, and sometimes turning back into winged snakes.

Ferocious, terrifying... eerie!
However, faced with such a powerful and terrifying incarnation of an evil god, the pure white angel showed no sign of backing down.

He stood tall in the sky, blocking the path between mortals and gods.

In the storm stirred up by the gods, only the angels stood firm.

He is like an anchor point.

Without needing to speak, simply being there was enough to calm the chaotic minds of mortals.

"How could our lord possibly abandon us!"

"Yes! My lord would never do such a thing!"

"What am I doing? How could I have doubted my lord just now? I..."

Yes.

They have nothing to be afraid of.

This is Solantis, the glorious holy city of the sun god!
How could it possibly be breached by a mere evil god?!
At this moment, they realized where their previous wavering came from... the domain of the evil god!
It's not that their faith is flawed; it's that an evil god is interfering with them!
From the moment the embodiment of lust was born, His realm of lust silently influenced all mortals.

The believers within the Holy City were merely beginning to waver, while those in the satellite cities outside the Holy City were trapped in a collective illusion, from which only a very few, like Fao, were able to break free.

They gazed gratefully at the figure of the angel.

Without him, they would continue to wallow in illusion, and their faith in the Lord would waver even more unknowingly.

What they didn't know was that just as everyone was feeling grateful to the angel...

This pure white angel, with her back to all living beings, was... utterly bewildered.

"……Eh?"

What the hell!

Who am I? Where am I? What should I eat tonight?
The angel who suddenly appeared was none other than Herbert.

But now there's a problem... he didn't come of his own accord.

Herbert did not sense Fao's prayers; he was not a god and could not hear the prayers of others.

There is only one real reason he appeared in this place.

The angel armor he was wearing moved on its own.

The Angel Armor, in its autonomous mode, brought the still-unresponsive Herbert before the God of Lust.

Q: Why do you, a mortal, choose to confront the gods?

A: I didn't choose it, bro.

Herbert: ? ? ?

Holy crap, my clothes moved!?
I won't play anymore!

I want to go home—

Damn it, is there something wrong with your smart driving system?

Why did you bring me to a place like this?!

Half an hour earlier, when Herbert had just returned to the mansion and was complaining to Valentina and the others about being blinded by a bald woman with very bright and inconsiderate headlights on the road, he was patting his armor as a guarantee.

Herbert said that the armor could protect him, and that no matter what happened afterward, they should not get excited, as everything was within his and Pope Sun's plan.

But now it seems...

What's the plan?
Old man, what happened to the plan we agreed on?!?

Didn't we agree that when the evil god descended, I would join everyone in attacking Him? Why am I all alone now?
Where is the person you mentioned?
Where are my reinforcements?
Damn it, answer me!
Feeling the eerie sensation of being alone behind him yet being the object of everyone's anticipation, Herbert clicked his tongue.

"Tsk."

He kept complaining in his heart, trying to get an explanation from Pope Sun.

"I know you can hear me, so answer me!"

"What about the others!"

Herbert couldn't hear the complaints in other people's hearts, but as a saint, almost equivalent to a god, Pope Sun could roughly sense them.

But whether the Pope couldn't hear his inner roar or deliberately chose to ignore it, he didn't respond at all.

"……never mind."

After several unsuccessful attempts to communicate, Herbert temporarily abandoned his criticism of Pope Sun.

Forget it.

I'm too lazy to complain. I'll settle the score with him later.

As for now... we should think about what to do now.

Herbert maintained his "resolute" demeanor, slowly raising his head to look at the winged serpent avatar of the God of Lust, his lips twitching slightly beneath the helmet.

"Oh..."

Upon closer observation, Herbert gained a deeper understanding of the embodiment of the god of lust.

If the avatar that appeared in the dark region before was a human body with a snake tail, then the avatar that appears now is a pure demon, with no human elements visible at all.

From a mortal's perspective and aesthetic point of view, the winged serpent's image is quite eerie; it is simply a terrifying monster.

But can we say that He looks ugly at this moment?

I doubt it.

Looking at the details, it reveals ferocity and terror everywhere, but overall it exudes an amazing and strange charm.

That corrupt spiritual energy tempts mortals, causing them to sink deeper and deeper into desire.

Even though the appearance of angels brought some people back to their senses, a large number of mortals remained immersed in the illusion of desire.

"..."

Herbert gazed silently at the god of lust, while the evil god returned his gaze indifferently.

Neither of them spoke first.

The god of lust, presuming upon his status, believed that as a deity, he should wait until a little angel had finished speaking before speaking himself.

Herbert's silence caused a moment of confusion.

It wasn't fear.

When he agreed to Pope Sun's plan, he was already prepared to confront his sinful desires.

At this moment, he was slightly puzzled.

"Wait, aren't there way too many people under this car?"

At this moment, Herbert could feel all sorts of gazes!
Some came from ordinary people behind them, while others came from higher realms.

When that pure white figure fell into the eyes of Fao and the others, he was not merely being observed by ordinary people.

The gods had already turned their attention to this place.

The gods have been watching this place ever since the friction between the two churches began.

Perhaps because the gods had been at peace for too long, or perhaps because the leader of the righteous faction was involved, almost all the gods took notice of this "war".

They were also wondering how this farce would end.
……

Natural forest, a sanctuary in the woods.

At this moment, in this tranquil space, the four goddesses representing the four seasons in the pantheon of nature have gathered together in a rare occurrence.

They sat around a huge round table laden with fruits and vegetables, looking at a crystal ball on the table, which projected a scene of lust confronting angels.

This is actually a very rare scene.

Although the four goddesses are all deities of the four seasons and comrades-in-arms of the nature pantheon, their relationship is not very harmonious.

Because of their conflicting personalities and religious roles, they find it difficult to get together.

The reason they were able to gather together at this moment was because of the fifth goddess present—the goddess of the moon.

A gentle-smiling noblewoman sat among them, a strange dark red tinge in her long, flowing silver hair.

Although they did not have a good relationship with each other, each of them had a very good relationship with the Moon Goddess.

They only sat together out of respect for the Moon Goddess.

"I don't think he can stop that madman, Nieyu." The first to speak was Goddess Chunya, who shook her head and expressed her opinion.

She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a long dress woven from vines, exuding youthful energy. Her long green hair cascaded down to her ankles like a willow branch, the ends of which were adorned with glowing flower buds that sparkled with tiny lights as she swayed.

"Ha, isn't that obvious?"

Upon hearing this, the Goddess of Cool Summer scoffed and mocked, "Does anyone really think that this angel with all courage can accomplish anything? No way!"

This summer goddess looked to be in her mid-twenties, with a strong physique. She was dressed as a hunter, simply draped in an animal skin that exposed her abs, and her crimson curly hair cascaded like a waterfall of lava, with charred golden chains wrapped around it.

"Why not?"

The goddess Akiho smiled and said slowly, "If he had the oracle of Eberstadt, do you think his lust would be so unrestrained? That cunning fellow isn't as crazy as he seems on the surface!"

This goddess appears to be the oldest among all the goddesses, like a mature woman in her thirties, exuding a unique charm that comes with maturity, and giving off a sense of weight and weight in every aspect.

Her long, flaxen hair was braided into wheat-ear-shaped braids, with a gilded skull and a crown made of straw pinned between her hair.

In the end, the Goddess of Winter did not express her opinion. She simply lowered her head and silently stroked the white cat in her arms, as if she had heard their conversation.

"..."

This goddess of winter, who displays excessive maternal love for mortals, does indeed behave quite normally when facing other gods.

As for the "white cat" being held by the goddess of winter, the goddess of ice and snow wanted to resist, but with the other goddesses present, she ultimately swallowed her anger and silently chose to close her eyes and pretend to be dead.

"..."

Fine, for the sake of others, go ahead and masturbate if you want, I'll pretend I don't know anything!
In the end, it was the moon goddess who took over the conversation, preventing it from ending completely.

"I think this little guy must have his own reasons for being confident." He glanced at the angel in the picture, his eyes slightly lowered.

Then, as if recalling something amusing, the Moon Goddess couldn't help but shake her head, smile, and say meaningfully, "After all, the angels under her command have always had their own ideas, hehe."

"Anyway, let's hear what he has to say next."

"Maybe it will give us a surprise, hehe."

The three goddesses, Spring, Summer, and Autumn, all nodded in agreement upon hearing this.

Even Akiho, the goddess who held a different opinion, did not have any expectations of Herbert's power.

This is not an isolated case, but rather a common view held by the gods.

Compared to mortals who blindly believe that angels can save them from evil gods, the gods disdain the appearance of angels.

Although the God of Lust only descended as an epic-level avatar, what threat could He pose as long as He doesn't send out an entire angelic army?
Moreover, the fact that a person only sends one angel is equivalent to showing sincerity and indicating that they want to talk to Him.

Just when everyone thought the angel was about to say something... the pure white angel in the sky remained silent for a moment before finally making its move.

Without uttering a word, he raised the holy spear in his hand toward the evil god.

Click.

Then, without uttering a single word, the angel flapped its wings and charged directly at the enormous, invincible god before it, spear in hand!
It's like an old knight making a final charge against a giant windmill.

charge!

charge! !
charge! ! !

(End of this chapter)