Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 461 Pray for Him! (Bonus Chapter 255 for 6.4K Views!)
"Change it!"

"Change!"

"Change quickly!"

The Third Discipline Hall, the Endless Labyrinth.

"Ok?"

Herbert sat atop the sleeping giant dragon's head, idly playing with the saintess necklace in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Nenesha, did I not explain myself clearly?"

Nenasha: ?

Me, me?

So you've been talking to me all this time!
"Um, what are you doing?"

Miss Harmony hesitated. She really didn't want to talk to this guy right now, feeling that he would definitely explode.

And what happened next was exactly as He had expected.

"Can't you understand? You should be more sensible. Don't make me spell it out for you!"

【"ah?"】

"Fine, since you're pretending not to understand, I'll just be more direct."

Herbert, with a serious expression, held the necklace in his hands and said in a deep voice, "What I mean is, take the initiative and hurry up and make it the right size."

"Change it quickly!"

???

Nena was shocked, wondering how he came up with this train of thought.

Why?!

He didn't understand.

"What are you so shocked about? Let me ask you this! Doesn't this count as your physical body?"

"...I'd say that's barely acceptable."

Although Nenasha wanted to explain that this was actually the physical body of "Saint Nenasha" and not "Evil God Nenasha," she knew that Herbert didn't need that explanation.

"Right? Since that's the case, and your body is already in my hands, shouldn't you give me some good pleasure now?"

Herbert, with an air of righteous indignation, uttered shameless and vulgar words in a booming voice.

To this—Nenesha, upon regaining her senses, merely scoffed.

"Ha! You wish!"

She was not some shy little girl who only knew how to lower her head after being teased; faced with Herbert's lewd behavior, she chose to attack back directly.

"If you want to use my body, this necklace will do. Or is it that your love for me isn't enough for you to use this necklace as a side dish to vent your frustrations?"

Upon hearing this, Herbert's eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about? This won't fit!"

If it didn't work when it was a figurine, how could it possibly work now with a two-dimensional image on a necklace!

It's not like it's a two-dimensional character!

"If the front doesn't work, what about the back?"

"..."

Hearing the god of harmony whisper softly, the mortals fell silent.

After a long silence, Herbert's lips twitched before he asked with difficulty, "Um... do you really want me to put it in the back? Are you sure you're saying something?"

Where should we put it?
Don't you know what this necklace is?

【“…”】

Then, realizing something, the God of Harmony fell silent.

"Never mind what I said, um, I'm sorry, I was wrong! Please don't stuff it in the back!"

Nenasha almost broke through her own defenses, and felt like she was about to break out in a cold sweat.

[“Cough, cough, cough!”]

He coughed a few times, then changed the subject: "The weather is really nice!"

It's already evening.

"...Indeed, um, right!"

Nenasha was silent for a moment, then suddenly thought of something that would definitely attract Herbert's attention, and quickly said, "Now that I have this necklace, I can wield even more power. Would you like to try experiencing what it's like to be a god?"

"Ok?"

Sure enough, Herbert hadn't expected the necklace to have such amazing power.

The feelings of the gods?

Herbert didn't ask for specific details, and simply said, "Okay, let's try it! What do I need to do?"

"Give me everything, give me your body, I share my senses with you."

"it is good."

Nenasha smiled with satisfaction as she sensed Herbert relinquishing control without hesitation, feeling very pleased with his trust.

Then, Miss Harmony's voice grew even gentler as she softly said, "Close your eyes, feel the call of all spirits to you, listen to their whispers."

"Then, if you wish, you can respond to their prayers."

"Hehe, of course, the key is to experience the process; nothing else matters."

[“You don’t have any real believers now, no one will pray for you, you’ll probably only hear some noise.”]

……

……

"Cough, cough!"

On the hospital bed, Casey struggled to open her eyes and coughed weakly.

The girl woke up from her deep sleep, feeling her memories were somewhat disordered, and it took her a while to sort out her current situation.

They ultimately failed to migrate; the enemy arrived before they even set off.

Then, the battle broke out.

That terrifying being, accompanied by a horde of crazed servants, slaughtered countless members of the clan!
Fortunately, although the clan was poor, it was not weak, and after the initial chaos, it began to fight back tenaciously.

However, that evil being was too terrifying; even my father and my great shaman grandfather were no match for him.

Even she was attacked by scarlet spikes while trying to save an even younger child, and almost died.

"It hurts, it hurts... I shouldn't have been so stubborn."

Casey struggled for a moment, but found herself powerless and could only collapse onto the bed.

Am I going to die?

As she lay dying, Casey's thoughts began to wander out of her control.

From trivial matters in her childhood to today's battles, scenes flashed before her eyes.

Strangely, she wasn't panicked at that moment, but rather felt a sense of melancholy.

Ah, I'm going to die...

Suddenly, the flashback stopped, freezing on a scene from not long ago.

At that time, that uncle once said that as long as you pray to "Lord Herbert" in your heart, you will definitely be saved.

"Lord Herbert..."

The girl's eyes were unfocused as she stared at the sky above, which had become somewhat blurry.

"If we pray to him, will he definitely come to save us?"

laugh.

Casey wanted to scoff when she heard this; such nonsense couldn't even fool a child.

He's not a god.

Even the Ancestral Spirit couldn't save us, so can he?
However, if he really were a god, he certainly wouldn't come to save me.

Casey knew Cyril meant well and wanted to comfort them, but she never really believed him from the start.

Yes, she didn't believe it at all.

"I... I really don't believe it..."

However, now that she was at her wit's end, an unrealistic idea flashed through her mind.

What if it's true?

What if it's just a hopeless prayer?

Anyway, things are already like this, so even if we are really scammed, we won't really lose out, right?
"..."

Casey remained silent for an unknown period of time, then suddenly closed her eyes and began to pray silently in her heart.

With her last strength, the shaman girl prayed devoutly to that unknown being whose very existence was unclear.

"Lord Herbert, please save me, save our clan..."

"Please, save us!"

She didn't know what she was thinking, but she kept calling out to herself.

again and again.

After calling out countless times, she finally sighed in resignation.

"As expected, nothing happened. I must have gone crazy to believe that old man's nonsense..."

"Ahem, never mind, let's leave it at that..."

Just as Casey was about to give up in despair, she suddenly heard a hallucination that seemed both real and unreal.

【"Um?"】

The voice was gentle, seemingly calm yet carrying a hint of surprise; it was unclear who the speaker was.

"Someone actually prayed to me? Wait, where did I get any believers?"

Casey: ! ! ?
"You! You... Ugh!?"

The next second, before she could answer, she suddenly sat up in bed.

The next moment, she saw with her own eyes that her hand was moving on its own, out of her control.

He lifted his head, and then—without hesitation, reached up and touched his chest.

Cathy: ???
……

……

"woman?"

"Uh...this feeling, a young girl? No, a girl, I guess."

Herbert was distracted and felt that his perspective was much lower than usual. He realized that his consciousness had entered a small body.

"After being filled so many times, is it finally my turn to enter someone else's body? And it's a little girl..."

"I think you're a little bit of a pervert."

"What are you talking about? I'm just stating the current situation objectively and fairly."

"Her body is very weak, she has a puncture wound in her abdomen, has lost a lot of blood, and her body temperature has dropped by at least two degrees."

"She managed to hold on without collapsing? Her physique might be much stronger than I thought. Wait! What's this?!"

Herbert's exclamation startled Nenasha.

[“Hmm? What’s wrong?”]

"A tail! Holy crap! It's a tail!!!"

Herbert stroked the tail behind him, utterly awestruck.

Is this what it feels like to have a tail?!?

"To be honest, I've always felt that you have a fondness for tails that I can't understand, and that really has nothing to do with me."

"Stop talking nonsense. It must be you who influenced me! How could I possibly have such an unusual hobby... huh?"

Just as Herbert was about to examine it closely, he suddenly realized something.

"Wait, the tail, the tail... Could it be..."

He raised his hand and touched his ear—feeling the soft, furry texture.

"Just as I thought, they really are beastmen... Could they be the clan mentioned by the Ice Goddess?"

Herbert stood up in confusion and looked around.

"It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

"...No, it must be them, otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to make contact."

Having made up his mind, Herbert decided to go out and see what was going on.

As a result, his knees buckled as soon as he took a step, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Ok?"

Fortunately, the girl had amazing physical abilities, especially her excellent balance, which allowed Herbert to stabilize himself at the critical moment.

"Oh, right, she's injured, Nenasa, what should we do?"

"What else can we do? It's hopeless, just wait to die."

"Oh, why get angry with her? You must have a solution."

"Hmph, I don't care. If you want to save them, then figure it out yourself! You can do it anyway!" "Can I?"

Herbert thought for a moment, and an idea flashed through his mind: to pray to the great goddess of harmony to grant him the power to heal his injuries.

hum-

The next instant, accompanied by a faint buzzing sound, a sliver of light suddenly appeared in the dim tent.

That was a very weak light.

It is more fragile than a candle flame, as if it would be completely extinguished by a gust of wind.

However, this faint light, when it fell into Herbert's eyes, represented another meaning—the method was feasible.

"Although it's a small amount, if I add a little more, it will be enough."

The power of holy light, applied to the wound, transforms into a regenerative force, allowing the wound to heal rapidly.

The largest wound on his abdomen was forcibly stitched up by Herbert's superb holy power skills, and it appeared to have healed.

Although there is still a risk of it breaking apart again during high-intensity exercise, it is already many times stronger than before.

As for his suturing skills... in a critical situation, don't worry about whether it will leave a scar.

Only those who can survive have the right to consider these trivial matters.

After confirming that the wound was stable, Herbert removed the haphazardly wrapped "plant bandage," revealing the bloody wound underneath.

Having already been "stitched up," and with the residual holy power continuing to work, exposing the wound would actually be more conducive to healing.

He tossed aside the blood-soaked bandage, Herbert's lips twitched, and he muttered, "Ouch... thank goodness it was just wrapped up, otherwise it would have hurt so much once the blood dried."

Although this wasn't his body, the pain he felt was no less.

Rather, because he was in control of his body at that moment, he absorbed the vast majority of the pain, while the body's owner only endured one-tenth of it.

Thanks to Herbert's emergency treatment, the "girl's" pale cheeks, which had been stained with blood loss, regained some color, her eyes brightened, and she looked much healthier.

"For now, that's all we can do."

Herbert manipulated the girl's body to move her joints, confirming that the situation was likely enough to last for about three minutes.

Although three minutes is short and not enough for in-depth communication, it was enough for Herbert to roughly understand the current situation and analyze some things.

—Well, that's a bit imprecise. Three minutes is still a amount of time, though it might not be the case for some people.

Three minutes is already fantastic!
"...Let's go outside and take a look."

After noting down some information about the tent, Herbert stepped outside and came to the room.

Then, he discovered that the girl was not on the ground, but in a treehouse more than ten meters above the ground, along with the other injured people.

Herbert looked up at the bright moon in the night sky.

Under the moonlight, the girl's eyes changed color, shining with a gray hue mixed with gold, her eyes filled with tranquility.

Wow.

The girl's footsteps attracted the attention of others, and some animal-eared girls who were applying herbs to the wounded looked over.

"Casey!?"

Why did you come out?!

"Go back! Go back now! You don't need to keep holding on here!"

They appeared to be of varying ages, all draped in blood-stained animal skin clothing, and all bearing injuries of varying degrees.

But now, they are extremely anxious and angry about the girl's recklessness.

"Go back and rest! Your injuries... um!?"

At this moment, someone finally noticed that something was wrong.

"You're... all better?!"

A gasp pierced the noise, freezing everyone's expressions as they stared at the girl's lower abdomen as if they'd seen a ghost—and there really was a healed scab!
"This is impossible!"

"You, you, you, you...didn't you just say...?"

"The shaman still has herbs? No, I saw it with my own eyes, there aren't any left!"

"The ancestral spirits have manifested!?"

Another gasp silenced the crowd.

The ancestral spirits have appeared.

The beast-eared clan did not worship gods because of their tragic fate, but they were not without faith; instead, they chose to worship the clan's ancestral spirits.

The miraculous changes happening to Casey right now seem to be the manifestation of ancestral spirits.

"You, you, no, you...you are...are you Lord Ancestral Spirit?"

At that moment, the great shaman, who had been unconscious due to his injuries, suddenly opened his eyes.

As if guided by some force, he widened his eyes and knelt heavily before "Herbert"!
Boom!
"Ancestral spirits above!!!"

"Lord Ancestor Spirit!"

"Please, you must save us!!!"

Herbert turned his head and glanced at the old man with beast ears kneeling on the ground, as well as the many beast-eared girls who followed him down, his brows furrowing slightly.

Just now, he sensed a faint spiritual aura emanating from the old man.

Am I an ancestral spirit?

You are the ancestral spirit, aren't you?

You're willing to give up everything so I can save them?

Herbert thought to himself, but did not answer, and turned to look outside.

He looked toward the battlefield where the blood was heaviest, where the fighting still hadn't stopped.

Are one group of beast-like warriors and the other group of humans?

Judging from the way they all wear magical chains, are they our old friends, slave traders, again?

This discovery made Herbert frown slightly.

This beastman clan is so weak that they can't even deal with a slave trader?
Or is it that... the enemy is too strong?

He noticed that these slave traders were all quite powerful and shouldn't have been fighting as a group.

"So, is there an even more powerful leader controlling them from behind the scenes?"

Herbert pondered this and looked deeper into the forest, where he indeed found a hooded figure detached from the battlefield.

Judging from his aura, this is a powerful fallen evil god.

"Well, it has nothing to do with me. Since they're about to fall here, the pantheon probably won't use them as bargaining chips anymore."

The orc camp was littered with wounded men, their cries of agony filling the air—a truly pitiful sight. But Herbert, whom Cyril called a “model paladin,” was not particularly moved.

This world is dangerous.

Such killings can happen at any time in any corner of the world; they are all too common.

Moreover, he was not clear about the background of either party and would not make a judgment easily.

Seeing is not always believing.

What if this beastmen are actually evil villains, and what if the "slave traders" are actually the partners of justice?

While this speculation is absurd, it is not impossible.

Herbert was indeed recognized as a paladin by the world, and during this period he gradually accepted his identity.

But this doesn't mean he would act impulsively like his colleagues.

In my past life, I witnessed too many events, both true and false, that were constantly being reversed. The earlier one leaves the scene, the easier it is to be betrayed.

There are some people who are forever young, forever moved to tears, and forever forgetful.

Every time I was scammed, I swore I would never believe it again, but then I would fall for it again.

But Herbert was different; he had seen far too many embellished lies.

Having exhausted his conscience and passion, he would not rush to draw conclusions.

Without knowing the full picture, I will not comment.

"Slave traders attacked the camp of the beastmen clan,"

"In terms of strength analysis, at the low to mid level, the difference in strength between the two sides is not significant. The beastmen have temporarily resisted the enemy's achievements by taking advantage of the terrain and their numbers."

"But at the high-end combat level... the legendary shaman is seriously injured, suspected to have been severely wounded by that fallen one."

"Huh? That figure looks kind of familiar..."

As he was analyzing, Herbert's expression froze—he had unexpectedly spotted an acquaintance here.

"Um!?"

Herbert, who had originally intended to observe the situation from a detached, high-level perspective, could no longer remain calm.

His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the short, stocky boy who had blocked the gap.

"Huh? Is that Cyril?"

"No, buddy?"

"What are you doing here, kid? Weren't you supposed to be in the Dark Territory... tsk."

At this moment, Herbert changed his original strategy.

He knew there was no need to observe any further before proceeding.

It's time for me to step in.

If he kept looking like this, he'd be the one collecting the corpses of Cyril, that brainless, short idiot.

……

……

The fierce battle continued in the forest under the cover of night.

Roar, roar.

The slave traders' side looked impatient, with a hint of fear in their eyes, and relied on their superior overall strength and special items to keep pushing towards the breach.

Meanwhile, the beastmen on the other side unleashed an astonishing aura in their struggle for survival. Using their teeth and claws, they fearlessly charged forward, one after another, and actually managed to drive back the invaders by piling up corpses.

But everyone knew that the battle would not remain deadlocked forever.

Before the slave traders run out of resources, the beastmen will face a dire situation where no one is available to work with them.

Humans will eventually die.

This bloody reality weighed heavily on the hearts of the beast-eared clan members, like a large boulder.

They were desperate, wanting to scream, wanting to run away.

However, they eventually gave up.

Because of their people, and because of that outsider who shouldn't have been here, yet chose to fight alongside them and sacrifice himself here.

If even he is unwilling to give up, then why should we give up?

However, everyone understands that willpower alone is not enough to kill the enemy.

They will die soon.

Hopefully, the other members of the tribe can escape while they have the time they have gained... Don't think about revenge, just escape as far away as possible.

Just as a group of desperate soldiers were preparing to unleash their full power to buy time, an unexpected event occurred.

Suddenly, a dazzling light, which shouldn't have been there, shone on their homeland behind them!
The moment the light appeared, it instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Light?
Firelight?
Did the great shaman really set fire to the place?
In that case, those people from the Church of Nature will certainly not let us off the hook!

They thought anxiously, then suddenly turned around, wanting to stop the great shaman's madness.

Then, they froze.

Not only them, but even the attacking slave traders were stunned.

At that moment, they saw it all, friend and foe alike.

At the top of the tree, beside the kneeling beast-eared clan high shaman, a girl radiating holy light slowly floated up.

hum-

A majestic and awe-inspiring aura erupted from Him, instantly filling the entire camp.

!!!

what is that? !

that……

She stared coldly at the enemies at the edge of the camp, her gaze fixed on a phantom figure behind all the slave traders.

He slowly raised his right hand, clenched his fist in the air, and grasped a beam of holy light that had condensed into the shape of a holy spear!

!!!

The fallen druid, who was already considering how to sacrifice these beastmen, suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared in disbelief at the girl who exuded a divine aura.

"A divine intervention?!"

"How could they possibly have summoned the gods! This is impossible... Oh no!"

The withered one muttered to itself in disbelief, then suddenly realized the danger.

That holy lance...

It was slowly pointing at him!
(End of this chapter)