Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 488 Completely Purifying Evil

"Light……"

Within the Aurora Sanctuary, the fallen angels quietly tilted their heads back, gazing at the "sky" above, feeling the illusory sunlight falling upon them.

Sometimes, Lucy would recall the feeling of soaring through the sky with the angels, piercing through the clouds, under the sunlight.

"..."

She remained silent, and then, just as she had done countless times alone in silence, slowly spread her dark wings.

Those feathers, once gilded by the sun's golden flames, are now charred black, a symbol of decay.

Her fingertips traced the lines on the joints of her wings, which resembled grotesque scars, as if a forgotten dawn had suddenly pierced the fog of memory.

That was... the era when she was still known as the "Archangel".

Just as he was half-closing his eyes in recollection, the jet-black wings stretched out, casting dappled shadows downwards.

……

Shadows are a constant theme here.

This is the realm of the gods, forever shrouded in ever-changing shadows.

This is the darkest place. It is an abyss where countless evils lurk.

Countless years have passed, and no warrior from the glorious side has ever dared to set foot here.

For those warriors who are brave and invincible in the mortal world, this is the most terrifying hell, a dangerous place that must never be set foot in.

This is the pride of the heroic spirits, the faith for which they were obsessed.

But at this very moment, that pride has become a thing of the past.

On this day, the darkness that shrouded this place was forcibly torn apart by an even more brutal force.

The blazing sun has arrived.

He is coming.

The Lord of the Sun, along with His followers, ruthlessly invaded this place.

Holy light destroyed the borders of the divine kingdom, allowing intense radiance to flood in and dispel the eternal darkness.

When the swords imbued with holy light cleaved through their bodies, these heroic spirits finally understood just how terrifying an irresistible enemy could be.

Among those servants of the blazing sun, there was one who was both the most terrifying and the most dazzling and beautiful.

"The Archangel of the Sun..."

“Luchir…”

She always charged to the forefront of the battle, the strongest spear tearing apart the enemy.

The real spear of the blazing sun.

She was the sun's most beloved servant, possessing a status comparable to that of a god.

"Destroy them!"

The archangel, gripping a blood-stained sword, soared above the shattered obsidian walls, below which lay a churning abyss, where countless twisted shadow creatures plummeted with piercing screams.

"Destroy all evil!!!"

With the fall of the evil god, His divine kingdom is already teetering on the brink of collapse.

But none of those things caught her attention.

She coldly stared at the enemy ahead, raised her longsword, and ordered her subordinates to charge with her!
"For the glory of our Lord! Let the radiance of the sun purify all things!"

Behind her, countless fanatical followers of the Sun God roared with fervor.

"For the glory of our Lord!!!"

These warriors, from various races and different places, stood together and fought together for the great goal of "eliminating evil".

Faced with these invaders who had encroached upon the realm of the gods, the warriors of the evil god had no intention of simply admitting defeat.

Any war between the gods is a protracted one, and they will fight to the last ounce of their strength to resist the invasion of the light.

However, contrary to many people's expectations, this seemingly evenly matched war ended quickly.

Under the command of that archangel, the followers of the blazing sun unleashed a terrifying power beyond anyone's imagination.

The world has once again witnessed the terror of this archangel.

The archangel's armor was stained with thick black blood, but the golden light on his wings remained undiminished, each feather resembling a fragment of the sun.

"Your Excellency, the lines are secure, everything is as you predicted."

The beautiful angel, who was the vice-general, knelt on one knee, her voice trembling with excitement: "The main temple of the evil god has been purified by the holy fire. Your tactical analysis perfectly matches the oracle of our lord."

However, he did not show any joy when praised by the archangel, as if he had just done something very ordinary.

"..."

Lucifer quietly turned back and looked at the rift at the border of the divine kingdom, where an unbearable halo of light floated. The will of the sun god, like a silent torrent, was slowly sweeping across this newly purified realm.

When she led the angelic legion to tear open the barrier of God's kingdom, I felt the resolute determination contained in that will.

When the sacred fire reduced the followers of the evil god to ashes, that will gained a touch of approval.

At that moment, a ray of golden light descended from the halo and gently landed on her sword blade. The originally dull sword instantly burst into golden flames, burning away the remaining evil aura.

She knew this was a reward from the goddess, an affirmation of her perfect execution of the order.

"Thank you my Lord."

Luhir knelt on one knee in mid-air, giving thanks to the gods.

As the horns of retreat echoed, Luhir raised his head and glanced back at the crumbling divine kingdom.

The palace of the evil god crackled in the sacred fire, and the remains of the apostles who once served the evil god were being devoured little by little by the flames.

"To completely purify evil."

Luhir's wings trembled slightly, his heart filled with devotion to the gods.

At that time, she firmly believed that the boundary between light and darkness was clear, and that any means of eliminating darkness was an extension of justice.

……

Thinking of this, Lucille slowly opened her eyes, feeling as if she had been transported to another world.

Since she chose to fall into depravity, she rarely thinks about things from so long ago.

"Back then, I was so loyal, so steadfast in my belief in you... But when did that devotion change?"

She had even forgotten the name of the evil god they had destroyed, but she clearly remembered her devotion at that moment.

"I once believed in you so firmly, I once worshipped you so devoutly."

As Lu Xier pondered, a sudden urge to figure things out led him to delve deeper into his memories.

"But what exactly caused this change?"

……

That time, it was the fanatics of the Church of the Sun who were wiping out a city-state that had been completely corrupted by a decadent sect.

The action is no longer led by angels, but a "holy war" of mortal believers guided by divine oracle.

Lushier's task was to oversee and ensure that no "evil" beyond the bounds escaped.

The so-called limits are defined by divine decree, cold and absolute.

Fanatics are incredibly efficient.

They wore silver armor engraved with sun runes and wielded weapons that burned with white flames, methodically clearing every street and every building.

The cultists, who stubbornly resisted, screamed and turned to ashes in the holy flames.

Beings deeply corrupted by the shadows and undergoing terrifying mutations are also purified without hesitation.

Lu Xier hovered in mid-air, watching the flames spread below, his face hidden beneath his helmet, showing neither sorrow nor joy.

There is no reason for compassion.

This is a city-state rife with evil.

This city has long been corrupted; there are no truly innocent people in it.

Archangels do not have any personal emotions.

Angels are the manifestation of God's will; they are the sharp blades in His hands.

Louis has always thought so too.

Until—she saw a squad of soldiers break down a hidden door to a cellar. Screams erupted, not from evil curses, but from pure, human fear.

A sallow-faced, emaciated degenerate was dragged out. They carried only a faint aura of depravity, most likely having stolen contaminated food or drunk unclean water.

According to the laws of the blazing sun, such beings can be gradually purified through isolation, prayer, and drinking holy water, or even... directly purified.

A cold voice came from beneath the fanatic's mask:

"The contamination has been confirmed; they need to be cleaned up!"

Then, the swords imbued with holy flames were raised.

Just then, a small, thin figure stumbled out from the depths of the cellar. It was a child, no more than five years old, clutching a dirty, tattered doll made of rags tightly in his arms.

He was terrified and, disregarding everything else, cried as he tried to grab the hand of the man who was about to be executed.

But the fanatics will not soften in the face of the cries and pleas for mercy from those who harbor heretics.

The blade fell, and blood splattered.

"Completely purify evil!"

Perhaps it was because of the child's pleas, or perhaps because the depraved person truly did not deserve to die.

He was not beheaded, but only his hands were severed.

Although for an ordinary person without other abilities, losing both hands means losing the ability to work and becoming a completely useless person.

But at least he survived.

Lucia witnessed all of this from high above, but she did not stop the fanatics' trial.

That's against the rules.

There is no reason to do that.

"..."

However, for some reason, seeing this scene gave Lu Xier a feeling he had never experienced before.

As the blade fell, although Lucille's expression remained calm, his fingers tightened suddenly, his wings trembled slightly, and he almost swooped down.

At that very moment, an invisible yet heavy will, like the coldest shackles of light, suddenly descended upon her.

That wasn't a voice, nor a rebuke, but an absolute, unquestionable gaze.

From the highest and farthest place, from the sun she serves.

Lu Xier stopped.

Like a specimen nailed to the air.

The archangel remained silent for a long time, but finally couldn't help but raise his head.

She looked up at the sky, where there were no eyes of gods, only a cold, burning sun, radiating an absolutely "fair" but utterly devoid of warmth.

The light stung her eyes, as if it were burning everything away.

For the first time, she clearly felt that deep within that warm radiance, something had hardened, turned cold, and refused any form of distortion.

……

“That’s right, it was from that moment that I realized that He had really changed.”

"But at that time, I just suspected that there was something wrong with me, and kept thinking about where I had missed something."

Lucille stopped reminiscing and opened his eyes completely.

"As for when it was you, not me, who really made me realize that there was a problem... no, I actually always knew."

There's no need to recall it anymore.

At this moment, Lu Xier finally remembered everything—what had made her decide to embark on the path of depravity.

……

It is a giant.

It was once a tyrant that ravaged everywhere, ravaging the valleys beyond the mountains, committing countless crimes.

But at some point, it began to occupy the mountain pass, yet miraculously stopped disturbing the nearby villages, and even... became a kind of guardian.

Perhaps it's because it's old that it's become less irritable and no longer wants to hurt others.

It repelled roaming packs of wolves and scared away greedy slave traders.

The mountain people still fear it, yet they also depend on it.

It thought it would quietly await its death.

But that day...

Lucia and her combat squad found it.

The giant sat in the wind at the pass, its massive body covered with old scars and new claw marks. It looked down at the small village with wisps of smoke rising from its chimneys. Its cloudy eyes held no ferocity, only a weary silence.

Even when facing these servants of the scorching sun, it did not show any malice, but simply stood up in silence and walked into the distance.

Lucifer raised the holy sword, and light began to gather.

There was no hesitation in her eyes.

Even if this giant is doing some "good deeds," the sins he committed in the past will not disappear just because the villain suddenly realizes his mistakes.

It will still have to pay the price for the crimes it committed in the past.

But at that moment, she hesitated again.

She could sense that the surging evil within this creature had not been eradicated, like a dormant volcano, yet it had indeed... protected something.

The sound of children running in the village drifted on the wind, and the villagers called out to the receding giant, as if bidding him farewell.

At least, not here—Loohir thought.

"Archangel? What are you waiting for?"

The deputy general behind him raised a question.

"..."

Lucy hesitated, pondering how to answer.

Just as she was preparing, a blazing white spear tore through the air and pierced the giant's eye socket with precision and ruthlessness—her youngest and most fanatical lieutenant had acted without waiting for a response.

Following the divine decree.

Showing absolutely no mercy.

The giant let out a deafening roar, a roar filled with more pain and a kind of betrayal-induced rage than pure violence.

Its massive body swayed like a collapsing mountain, and its dying madness caused it to flail its arms wildly.

It tried to move forward, but more angelic spears fell on it, causing its body to uncontrollably keep moving backward.

"No!"

Louise shouted at him, but it was too late.

The giant's heavy body lost its balance and crashed down, landing squarely on the small village it had just been gazing at.

boom--

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, mixed with the cries and screams of those instantly crushed.

As the smoke and dust dissipated, only the giant's corpse and the completely flattened and buried ruins below remained. A few wisps of black smoke rose from the cracks in the ruins, like the earth's silent lament.

The tranquility and peace vanished, leaving only wailing and pain.

"..."

Lucifer froze in mid-air, the light on the holy sword long since extinguished.

She looked at the ruins, then suddenly raised her head to look at the high-hanging, indifferent sun.

There was no explanation, no remorse, and no indication of any wrongdoing.

Only one new one urged them to purify the next evil, icy thought.

He said:

To completely purify evil.

(End of this chapter)