Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 460 XX is too short! (Bonus chapter 254, 6.2K words)
necklace?

Herbert narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the "blasphemous icon necklace" floating in mid-air.

"Okay, that's about right."

The archbishop admired his work, nodded in satisfaction, and with a flick of his finger, the necklace flew up on its own and landed in Herbert's palm.

Wow.

"..."

The silver necklace was neither too light nor too heavy, exactly the weight Herbert had imagined. There was no discernible clue from its appearance, and it did not look like a seal artifact of the Saint level at all.

"Is this how you wear it with you?"

how to say?

It's surprisingly ordinary.

It's really plain, not flashy at all!

The archbishop noticed the subtle emotion in Herbert's tone and chuckled as he asked, "Child, you seem somewhat dissatisfied?"

"Uh, no... it's not that I'm dissatisfied, it's just, well, it feels a little strange?"

"hehe."

The old man didn't explain, but just chuckled as he admired his "masterpiece"—watching the boy put on the necklace without emitting any aura.

well.

very perfect.

He really did it.

"What form do you envision it taking? A sword? A suit of armor? Or perhaps a ring?"

Herbert remained silent, then obediently shook his head.

He felt there was something deeper in the archbishop's joking tone at the end... and decided not to investigate further.

"Hehe, if you really don't like it, or if you want it to become a holy mark on your body, I can help you change it to your chest."

Do you want to get a large portrait of your girlfriend tattooed on your chest?

What kind of artsy youth are you?

Herbert's mind wandered, conjuring up a comical scene.

When someone breaks through his upper body defenses, they might be lucky enough to see the secret on his chest: a tattoo of a saint praying...

With this tattoo, I'm afraid I won't be able to take the civil service exam in the future.

Oh no.

When the first stigma appeared on my skin, I was already unable to take the civil service exam.

Herbert thought about the silly jokes he had told before, took a deep look at the image of a saint praying with her back to him on the necklace, and then stuffed it into his clothes.

"No, no need, this is enough, thank you for your help."

He looked at the archbishop and bowed respectfully and frankly: "If it weren't for you, I might not have been able to get rid of the previous problems and would have been stuck in the state of being half-stepping into a higher status forever."

"It's nothing, helping you is helping me."

The archbishop smiled and said casually, "If it weren't for your reliability, I don't know when I would have been able to... cough cough."

Herbert: "Hmm?"

"...It's nothing, you don't need to worry about it."

The archbishop coughed twice forcefully, then said authoritatively:
“Child, you must be careful. When you wear it, your soul will merge with it. This will subject your spirit to His tests at all times until you are completely immune to Him or become His slave.”

"But at the same time, you will also be immune to almost all levels of mind control, and no one will be able to bypass it to interfere with you."

"Even the gods won't do it."

"In other words, you... will break free from the control of the gods and gain complete spiritual freedom!"

Herbert remained noncommittal regarding the necklace's effect.

Although this is a double-edged sword for others and needs to be used with caution.

But for him, this thing only had benefits.

No one could resist Neyana's mental harassment better than him.

He was just a little wistful, feeling that fate was truly a wonderful thing.

"I searched high and low without finding it, but it came to me effortlessly"—this phrase perfectly encapsulates his current mood.

There was a time when Herbert's greatest fear was interference from his enemies on his mental level; their insidious and ruthless methods filled him with dread.

To this end, Herbert also used various means, including spending money, using his connections, deceiving, and launching surprise attacks, to acquire a large number of magical artifacts related to mental defense.

They were practically armed to the core of their brains, determined to protect their spiritual purity.

And now... all those original preparations are useless and can be thrown aside.

Because he no longer needs any other mental protection.

This is a Saint-level mental protection!

Damn it, this time the protection level has been raised to the sky.

Thank you, Lady Nenasha!
You've protected my creases... well, creases in the cerebral cortex are creases too.

Herbert, lost in thought, overheard the archbishop's remark.

“I have placed a seal on it. In its current form, unless you actively contact it, it will not be able to interfere with you for a short period of time.”

"By the time the seal's effect weakens, you'll probably have already been fully upgraded and successfully advanced to Epic rank."

"Once you become an epic, your soul will be strong enough to resist His temptations. I hope you won't disappoint me then."

Sorry, boss, I've let you down.

I didn't have a choice before, and now... well, I don't want to be a good person now either!
"clear."

Herbert nodded silently with a serious expression, feeling delighted about his bright future.

Replenish your energy, complete your sublimation, and advance to epic status.

Although I have never doubted that I can advance to the Epic level, I am still somewhat confused about the road ahead and do not know where to start.

Now, finally, a clear path lies before us.

"Also, although you may think that's the end of it, I advise you not to be too happy too soon."

The archbishop, seemingly worried that he might be careless, added:
"Your current state is still at a critical point. Until the missing energy is completely replenished, I suggest you refrain from engaging in combat with others for the time being."

This reminder did not surprise Herbert.

He can't have all the good things fall into his lap; there are definitely some limitations.

"If we take action, will all our previous efforts be in vain?"

A mandatory ban on taking action?

"No, the process of completing the missing parts is cumulative, and there is no risk of returning to the starting point."

The archbishop's words dispelled Herbert's worries, and after explaining, he added:

"However, making a hasty move might expose His aura and attract unnecessary attention."

"Once the outside world finds out that you have become His vessel, the impact will be, well, definitely beyond your imagination."

We can't expose it... Why?
Is He in danger?

Are the gods very wary of Him?

Herbert frowned slightly, and a question that had troubled him for a long time came to mind again—what kind of power does Nenesha hold?

If they are gods, then they should have their own divine duties, right?

Miss Harmony Goddess, what kind of god are you anyway?
When Herbert first signed the alliance pact with Him, he asked Him directly, but received no answer.

Afterwards, he also subtly inquired with the archbishop, trying to obtain information indirectly... only to be told that it was not something he should have known at that time.

At that time, Herbert was too weak and powerless. Knowing the secret knowledge would not benefit him but would only harm him.

But now, he is a legend, a legendary ascendant capable of fighting epics, and the mobile sanctuary that seals Him.

Both logically and emotionally, they are entitled to know more information.

When Herbert asked the archbishop, the old man did not refuse outright this time, but instead lowered his head and pondered for a while before finally refusing him.

"No, you do have the qualifications and strength now, but knowing the truth will not do you any good. On the contrary, it will put you at a disadvantage in your struggle with Him."

Knowledge is dangerous.

In some special circumstances, knowing everything about someone may not necessarily give you complete preparation; on the contrary, you may be misled by the original information.

"I won't tell you the truth, but perhaps one day you can get the answer from Him."

The old man's deep, unfathomable eyes stared at the boy, and he spoke slowly in a calm tone devoid of emotion:
"I'm curious to see what kind of answer you'll get."

"Ha ha……"

There is a secret.

There must be a big secret here!

Herbert could clearly sense that the archbishop knew some secrets, but he could no longer speculate.

What kind of future is this ridiculously strong old man, Deng, expecting?
How much does he actually know about Nenasha's condition?
he……

These are questions that Herbert dares not and cannot ask now; he can only bury them deep in his heart.

All he can do now is obediently lower his head and do what a "hidden mobile sanctuary" should do.

Just do it and that's it.

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

"Hehe, no need to be nervous or worried, everything is still under control."

After a moment of seriousness, the archbishop returned to his friendly, smiling demeanor and said leisurely, "If you don't want to be the center of everyone's attention, I advise you to behave yourself for the time being and not run around."

"Hmm, it seems you still have some of the Paladin's legacy left to learn. Remember to go to the Knights Order when you have time to fill in the gaps in your knowledge. It will help you advance in the future."

"Also, don't forget about the task at the courthouse. That kid has complained to me many times already. Don't bully him too much."

"As for the Keeper of Secrets... hehe, I won't say any more. Just obediently follow her arrangements."

"Besides, you've become a legend, and you can start building your own team. I know you seem to have your eye on a few young guys; you can talk to them directly."

"Oh, right, and..."

……

"Yeah, I understand."

Herbert nodded obediently, silently following the big boss's arrangements, not feeling that it was restricting him.

On the contrary, he actually quite likes them.

After everything he'd been through, it had been a long time since he'd been able to settle down and fulfill his duties at the monastery like this.

After wandering around for so long, it's time to come back and settle down.

When fate is in peril, it always stirs up huge waves when things seem calm.

But fate is not static; there will always be times of urgency and times of calm. It will not always be a stormy sea; there will always be times of tranquility.

And now... for Herbert, this is a long-lost daily routine.

Compared to constantly having to fight the incarnations of gods, life in the monastery is far too easy.

It felt like coming home.

"What if I happen to encounter a danger that forces me to intervene?" Herbert asked, maintaining his meticulous approach.

"Ok?"

The archbishop glanced at him sideways and sneered, "Aren't you on good terms with those demon prisoners? With them around, what do you have to worry about?"

That's enough, kid.

Do you really think I don't know how close you are to them now? You can't fool me!

Say!
"Have you already developed a deep friendship with them?"

"Even though you're now in a prisoner-warrantor relationship, you'd still help out with this kind of small favor as a friend, right?"

The archbishop looked at Herbert and gave a soft snort.

With your abilities, you should be able to become friends with them in the next few months!
"……Um?"

Herbert wanted to explain, but before he could speak, he realized something and abruptly shut his mouth.

She blinked, immediately composure.

friendship?

friend?

and many more.

Etc., etc!

he does not know?

He really didn't know?

Did I think that my relationship with them was just a purely platonic friendship?
In that case...

"..."

He looked at the archbishop's confident expression and silently pursed his lips.

Herbert nodded with a serious expression and a hint of helplessness, and said with a wry smile, "Well, as expected, I couldn't hide it from you."

“You’re right, my relationship with them…is indeed very close, especially with a few of them, we’re practically inseparable friends.”

As for how close we are, and what kind of friends we are... you probably really don't know.

As for the details, I'm not at liberty to explain them to you in detail.

In short, we are close friends who can discuss principles and ideas, devote ourselves to each other, sleep side by side, share our resources, fill in gaps and make up for each other's shortcomings... we know each other's strengths and weaknesses!

Seeing Herbert's reluctant admission, the archbishop nodded slightly, not pressing the matter further, and instead asked:
"Of course, if you really encounter a problem that even they can't solve... then do you know what to do?"

Herbert raised an eyebrow and tentatively asked, "Uh, run?"

The archbishop nodded, then shook his head: "Not entirely. There should be one more thing to do before we run, right?"

He gazed at the boy with deep affection, his eyes seeming to hold a thousand words he wanted to say.

Herbert, touched by the affectionate gaze, abandoned his joking thoughts, nodded, and said in a deep voice, "I understand... it's about turning your head!"

The boy's clear and serious voice echoed throughout the sanctuary.

"Before running away, make sure to turn your head before taking a step; don't run straight into the other person's arms!"

At that moment, the tenderness in Old Deng's eyes vanished. He remained silent, staring intently at the boy.

"Ahem! I just wanted to play a joke on you." Herbert coughed twice, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"..."

Old Deng remained serious, the light in his eyes gone.

And is it just an illusion?
Why does it feel colder and colder around us?

Herbert felt the palpable, heavy killing intent, and his scalp tingled. He immediately changed his mind and vowed never to do anything reckless again.

He patted his chest, chuckled dryly, and quickly assured him, "Don't worry, if it really comes to that, I will definitely ask you for help!"

"I will definitely ask you for help! Please, you must save me!"

Upon hearing this, all the pressure instantly vanished.

The clouds and fog have dispersed, and the wind and waves have calmed.

The archbishop smiled kindly again and said with a chuckle, "Hmm, hehe, you really are a sensible child."

Then, Old Deng seemed to suddenly lose interest in continuing the conversation and waved his hand at Herbert.

"Go on, you've finally come back, you should go back and rest."

This is essentially an order to leave.

I'm actually not tired, I can still joke around with you...

Although he really wanted to deepen his relationship with angel investor Old Deng, Herbert had no choice but to get up and take his leave since the order to leave had already been given.

"..."

After Herbert obediently left, the archbishop remained silent for a while before slowly standing up.

He slowly took a step, then closed his eyes slightly.

Although a portion of "His" aura was missing, it was still largely present in the underground sanctuary, and outsiders could not detect this subtle difference in a short time.

There was nothing wrong with the seal on Herbert's body; even he couldn't perceive the specific details using only his senses.

The archbishop had no intention of monitoring Herbert's movements; he was indeed bored, but not that bored.

As long as Herbert doesn't reveal his location, the Archbishop won't be able to pinpoint his exact location.

Everything was unfolding as he had anticipated.

No, the current situation is better than planned!
"Success."

The archbishop opened his eyes and chuckled contentedly.

"Haha, it really worked!"

He stretched his body vigorously, making crisp sounds from all parts of his body. The gloom on his body vanished, and he looked much younger.

"His talent in the area of ​​[Vessel of God] is really too strong, even more exaggerated than I thought."

Had the archbishop not witnessed the sun god using Herbert as a vessel for divine descent, he would not have dared to attempt this ahead of schedule.

The archbishop murmured to himself, shook his head with a sigh, and said with a sense of melancholy:
"If he hadn't accidentally become a paladin, with his talent for divine affinity, he could probably have become another [Saintess]... Oh, Saint Son."

"Now, haha! I'm finally temporarily free, I don't have to stay here all the time anymore."

The old man's body swayed slightly, and his entire surface seemed to flicker, as if he wanted to transform into another form.

However, the mysterious change only lasted for a few breaths before it stopped.

"Um……"

The old man frowned slightly, then plopped down again and sat cross-legged in the same spot once more.

"However, now that we've succeeded, there's no need to rush."

At this point, he, who had previously wanted to go out for a stroll, actually became calm.

"Hmm, let's wait a little longer."

"Let's wait for thirty... no, we don't need to be that cautious."

He pondered for a long time and abandoned his initial idea.

The archbishop finally decided to be even bolder!
Don't wait too long!
"How about we wait for twenty years? By then, it will be too late even if they find out... No."

The archbishop sat in the underground sanctuary, carefully considering his next move.

Is twenty years really an appropriate timeframe?

He scratched his head, muttering uncertainly to himself:

"Isn't this a little too short?"

……

……

"Was the preparation time a little too short?"

Cyril, his brow furrowed, followed behind the tall, muscular cat-eared man and pressed, "Lord Brooke! Didn't you disagree with the migration before? Why are you in such a hurry now?"

Just moments before, Brooke, who had been missing for a while, suddenly and without warning summoned everyone and announced that they would be migrating together in half an hour.

Unsurprisingly, the entire beast-eared clan was in an uproar.

This was so sudden.

Although everyone had prepared themselves for the migration because of the great shaman's "prophecy," they still found it hard to accept when the moment actually arrived.

After all, it's the home we've lived in for so long, and suddenly giving it up is just too difficult.

But Brook, the usually taciturn giant, broke with his usual behavior and silenced all his opponents with an extremely forceful approach... a physical silencing.

No one expected that he would directly kill four elders who had a certain reputation in the clan, cut off their heads, and cut off their ears.

Cyril happened to witness this bloody scene and thought that the cat-eared clan would surely fall into chaos. He was prepared to protect the children in the midst of the battle.

But the actual result was something he hadn't expected.

The beastmen only stirred for a moment before silently lowering their heads and quickly returning to their lodgings to pack their belongings.

Even if it means that in half an hour, they will embark on their wandering journey again.

But throughout this process, not a single person complained!
This puzzled Cyril until the girl Cassie told him the truth with a blank expression—the punishment of cutting off the ear meant the execution of a traitor.

Those four elders are traitors to the clan!
The act of cutting off the ears made the entire beast-eared clan realize the urgency of the situation, and they all abandoned any hope of escape.

The clan has reached a critical moment of life and death!
Brooke didn't say anything in the end, but silently patted Cyril on the shoulder and walked towards the treehouse where the Great Shaman was.

"But this is far too rushed! The children and the elderly can't hold on!"

Cyril was stopped by the guards and could only shout from the spot, "Give me a moment! I'll go report the situation here to Lord Herbert, he will definitely..."

"That's too late."

Beside them, Casey appeared quietly and calmly interrupted Cyril's anxious shouts, saying softly, "No matter how great the lord you speak of is, he cannot save us."

"Because...they have already arrived!"

"What!!?"

Cyril turned around abruptly and suddenly realized that Brooke's impatience was not without reason.

Brooke wasn't unwilling to wait any longer... he simply couldn't wait any longer! ?

"..."

The girl squinted and turned her head to look at the eastern part of the forest. She wrinkled her nose, and a look of disgust flashed in her eyes.

She could already faintly smell a putrid stench slowly approaching their territory.

Very close.

We're very close!
Before long, the other party will break through the thorns and come to them.

Casey felt the chill creeping up her spine and clenched her fists.

That was pure malice.

Casey didn't know who the other person was, but that didn't matter.

Regardless of who they are, they are all here to destroy the clan.

"Uncle Cyril, please leave."

“I’ll say it again, this is the fate of our clan, and it has nothing to do with you, an outsider.”

The young shaman shook her head at the paladin whose brows were deeply furrowed, and said softly in an eerily calm tone, "You are not a member of the beast-eared clan, and you should not stay here to bear all this."

Please leave.

"Please live on."

"Please tell the story of our beast-eared clan to others."

"Then……"

She paused, a gentle smile appearing on her face, and said softly, "Please tell your Lord Herbert, whom you follow..."

"It's a real shame that he couldn't save me."

(End of this chapter)