Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 104 I'm 13- with her ()
"So, what's going on?"

Lava Hell.

Herbert blinked after being teleported to this area, looking at the situation on the field, his eyebrows slightly raised, his expression indescribably subtle.

"Hiss... Dark Curtain of Sorrow?"

It really wasn't his fault that he wasn't very shrewd; the scene before him was just a little unexpected.

It even looks a little different and funny.

In Herbert's confused sight, the devil lady who had been acting mysterious in front of him was now hanging upside down on the wall of the bronze fortress in a miserable state...

Yes, hanging upside down.

The capitalists were not so miserable when they were hung on the electric poles. Others were strangled by the neck like sunny dolls, but Kreti was strangled by the ankles like a hanged man.

It is really hilarious to see a devil turn into a self-sacrificer.

Herbert was finally deceived by the devil and believed what Creti said: "Flora? Oh, I'm evenly matched with her!"

Kreti was no match for Flora who was awake, and was being played with like a hot weapon.

Miss Devil's body was tied with a complicated knot similar to the tortoise shell tie, which made her devilish figure even more prominent.

Kreti's already revealing gorgeous dress was burned to pieces, not covering much at all, revealing a lot of her fair skin.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the rope were tightened further, it would really become an restricted scene.

What is even more restrictive than the visuals is the passionate curses echoing over the lava hell.

"You bitch! You damn devil! I advise you to let me go! Otherwise, I will never let you go!"

"You damned demon! I will chop off your head and hang it on the highest mountain in hell! And throw it into the deepest pool of blood!"

"I'm going to hollow out your chest and fill it with the filthy bones of angels!"

After cursing for a long time, Kreti seemed unsatisfied and continued to curse in another language that Herbert could not understand.

"***! ***! *******! (Common language of the Abyss)
[“Do you need me to translate for you?”]

A certain comedian stepped forward at this moment and actively tried to take on the job of simultaneous interpretation, but was politely declined by Herbert.

"No, that's not necessary. Judging from her expression, it doesn't look like she's saying anything nice."

[“That’s true. Even I feel that it’s a bit excessive after listening to it.”]

Nenasha agreed with that, and then she sighed: [“But she is quite literary. She can even write such a neat 13-line poem while cursing.”]

[“Your Discipline House is truly amazing! Each prisoner has his or her own unique skills, and none of them are easy to deal with.”]

"Of course, everyone here is talented, speaks well and looks good."

The Hanged Man was now swaying from side to side as she uttered the most depraved, blasphemous, hellish curses, and she turned uncontrollably in a circle as she continued to curse.

Then, her eyes met with Herbert, who was standing aside watching the fun.

"***!**!Um?"

"Hi hi hi hi!"

"you!"

After seeing Herbert, Kretie's eyes suddenly lit up, and she shook her head excitedly, saying loudly: "You are finally back! That bitch didn't listen to me at all..."

crunch.

The rope that trapped her was suddenly tightened and dug into a delicate part of her body. Kreti, who was suddenly struck by this disaster, trembled in her voice and let out a short cry that sounded a little wanton.

“Ah~ You!!?”

Then she reacted quickly, her expression changed drastically, and she continued to curse with gritted teeth. "****!"

After cursing for a few times, she remembered something and glared at Herbert who was watching the show. She gritted her teeth and said, "Hey! What are you waiting for over there? Have you seen enough?"

Herbert nodded and looked at Kretie's angry expression, then looked up at her body, especially the strange lines drawn on her lower abdomen.

It was not a brand or an engraving, but a strange heart-like shape drawn with black paint - a very classic style of succubus tattoo.

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.

Herbert looked at it for a while, nodded silently, and couldn't help but applauding in admiration.

clap clap.

Look, this is called professionalism!

Look at the lines and patterns, they fit the curves of the body perfectly. They are definitely not comparable to those small stickers that fall off after washing.

Herbert sighed, shook his head and said, "Miss Creti, I didn't expect you... to have such an interest."

The Hanged Man:?

"What interests are you talking about? I... am not!? Who are you in the same group with?!"

When Kretie saw Herbert's playful smile, she felt unwell and became even more annoyed: "Hurry up and do it!"

"Why are you just watching!?"

Miss Devil's shout was shrill, but Herbert ignored her. Instead, he turned to look at the pink-haired figure who had most of her body submerged in the lava pool, nodded at her, and said with a smile:
"Miss Flora, we finally meet again."

The petite succubus could not see the madness she had in her previous lava giant state at this moment. She frowned and glanced at Herbert, then said uncertainly: "...I remember you, your name is Herbert?"

"Yes, since you still remember me, it will be much more convenient."

Herbert walked barefoot on the extremely hot semi-liquid lava and walked towards Flora with ease.

The flames nourished his soul, strengthened his body, and allowed his body to leap to a higher level.

It has been more than a week since Zizai received the "Blessing of the Saint" in the Sealed Sanctuary, and he has also been soaking in a hot bath here for more than a week.

Fortunately, the flame only needs to burn one part of the body to improve the whole body, which saves him the trouble of secretly making a holy grail of fire - the kind that can be used for qualification selection.

Herbert's physical condition had already been significantly improved, and he successfully reached the intermediate level the day before yesterday.

He himself enjoyed the process very much, but such a dangerous action would be a completely different story if it were seen by an uninformed person.

Pure self-abuse.

Flora, who was unaware of the situation, narrowed her eyes and looked in surprise at the young paladin whom she had only met once. She carefully observed his expression and couldn't help but be surprised after making sure that he was really not trying to be brave.

"what?"

Is he carrying a legendary magical device that can protect him from fire?

Herbert stopped two meters away from Flora and asked with a smile: "Is it convenient for you to talk to me now?"

"You want to plead for her?"

"of course not."

Herbert chuckled and shook his head, then asked, "But I'm a little curious, what did she do to you that made you so angry?"

They were all hung up and beaten.

"Her? Oh, that depends on which one you're asking about."

Flora smiled contemptuously, not looking down on Kreti at all, and said casually: "But it doesn't matter. Everything this idiot does is stupid anyway."

　Thank you Ting Xinjue for the reward!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)