Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 109 The Show Begins (33 Sanjiang!!!)
Under the blood moon.

A group of shadows that blended into the night flew quickly from the Misty Mountains and approached the monastery quietly and silently under the shadow of the clouds.

whoosh-

In just a few breaths, those figures crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and stopped a hundred meters in front of the monastery.

The leading figure took out a purple crystal badge engraved with complex patterns from his arms and held it high. A dim light with a diameter of three meters emanated from it.

The man crept slowly with the badge in hand, moving forward cautiously step by step, and finally passed through a translucent barrier silently... without triggering any alarm!

Seeing this scene, those hiding in the shadows breathed a sigh of relief and felt more confident.

They quickly caught up, sneaking slowly under the cover of light, and successfully passed through the monastery's security barrier.

Perhaps because the actions so far had been too smooth, a sneer of disdain came from the shadows.

"Tsk! That's it?"

The tallest figure among the crowd snorted and said sarcastically, "Oh, this is the Misty Monastery that has scared you for so long? It's nothing more than that!"

The people around him frowned and glared at him, but did not refute him out loud. This was actually what they were thinking in their hearts.

Such a lack of vigilance is truly unworthy of its notorious reputation in the dark realm.

What the hell is this place where heresy ends?
But just when the strong man was feeling proud, a sinister voice mocked him:
"Then you can go through the main door and use your loud voice to wake everyone up. You can hold them back by yourself, and we can go and rescue them at this time. Why don't you go? Are you afraid?"

"What did you say!? Who said that?"

The sturdy man became furious upon hearing this and was about to teach the guy who made the noise a lesson regardless of the circumstances.

"Alright! Stop making noise! ​​Be quiet!"

Although a silent barrier was set up, if the sound was too loud, the vibration might attract the attention of the strong in the monastery.

The leader spoke to mediate. He was a dark elf who looked to be in middle age, with a carefully trimmed goatee on his chin and deep eyes full of wisdom.

"Don't let your guard down. This is just the first step. Only when Sfannie is rescued can it be considered a success."

After he finished speaking, someone else echoed him. A female dark elf with a kind face changed the subject and said:

"Speaking of which, although the North Witch's stuff is expensive, it is still effective. It actually works..."

But before her sigh had completely dissipated, a crack appeared on the amethyst badge, and it quickly shattered before anyone could react.

click!
The sturdy man's expression froze, and then he couldn't help complaining: "Tsk! It's all your fault..."

"Just shut up."

A hoarse old female voice sounded, scolding in a calm tone, causing the sturdy man to look behind him with a stiff expression.

"Lord Zula..."

The dark elf, who looked old, had a serious look on his face and tapped his cane neither lightly nor heavily.

"The badge of the Northern Witch has expired. When we leave, we will definitely alert those guys in the monastery."

"There is no way out now. We can only rescue Sfannie and take her with us. That is our only chance."

"Keep quiet and stop talking nonsense. This operation must succeed and not fail!"

"This is our only chance."

Everyone was silent, feeling the fatal pressure falling on their shoulders again.

Only success is allowed, no failure is allowed!
In the midst of depression, a confused sigh drifted away in the wind.

"But even if we rescue her, what's the point? She's just a weirdo who only knows how to study taboos..."

No one answered this question.

No need to answer.

They made the wrong bet before, and the reckoning of the new head of the family has already begun. All of them who stood on the wrong side will be on the list of those to be liquidated.

No one could escape the endless pursuit by the Moore clan that lasted for hundreds of years.

Even though they now have five legendary masters, it is still the same.

Certain death!

They now have only one way to survive.

That is to set up a new banner to attract firepower. They will take the opportunity to summon other liquidated personnel to counterattack and seize power, so that they can have a chance to turn the tables and survive.

As for what the final outcome of the big banner that was pushed out to attract firepower will be...what does it have to do with them?

If you are obedient, I will continue to support you as a puppet.

If you don't listen...just get a new one.

Anyway, all we need is a bloodline title.

At worst, we could imprison her and let her give birth to a child, then get rid of her.

This is not difficult.

After a quarrel, everyone calmed down and began to move silently, quickly climbing over the high wall and entering the monastery. They followed the map they had prepared long ago, carefully avoided the heavy guards, and quickly came to the prison where Sfanni was imprisoned.

crunch...

More than twenty figures pushed open the door and walked in one after another, without disturbing anyone, and successfully entered the Third Discipline House.

However, they were still careless. They were so focused on being alert to the surrounding gazes that they forgot to raise their heads.

Just as they successfully entered the Third Discipline House, a slender figure wearing a pure white hood stood on the top of the monastery's highest bell tower.

Bathed in the scarlet moonlight, he watched their every move with his deep eyes, analyzing their identities.

After they were all inside, he opened the blank manual he was holding and slowly began to write with a charcoal pencil.

"The irritable madman, the calm wise man, the kind good man, the calm and stern serious man, and the man who never spoke... I know which scene it is."

“All the actors are in place.”

"It's time for the show to begin."

Herbert nodded with satisfaction, turned a new page, and began writing briskly in charcoal.

[Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and roar at sunset;

Rage, rage against the disappearance of the light. 】

"How is this going!?"

The goateed "wise man" frowned and looked at the surrounding maze, and found that there were only four subordinates around him who were also confused and nervous, and the other legends were not around.

"Where did the others go?"

"Have we been discovered? Or is this just a feature of the Endless Maze?"

The "wise man" thought about it and carefully observed the surrounding environment, and found that there was only an ordinary door in front of him.

Where does that lead to?

"..."

He was silent for a while and shook his head weakly.

They thought they had hidden themselves perfectly, but they were still discovered unexpectedly.

However, for some reason, the other party did not take direct action, but deliberately separated them.

Are you trying to tease us?

still is……

But no matter what, given the current situation, there is nothing we can do but cooperate.

"……ha!"

The "wise man" sighed deeply, his eyes gradually becoming firm: "I don't know who you are, but don't think your plan can succeed so easily!"

……

Although the wise man knows that darkness is reasonable when he dies,

For their words did not burst out with lightning,
They do not go gentle into that good night.

……

He took a deep breath, strode to the door, pushed it open with force, his eyes full of determination.

Don't underestimate a legend's will to survive!

then……

The "wise man" saw a huge lava ball roaring towards his face.

At the same time, a faint and creepy chuckle sounded in his ears.

"Haha~"

"You are finally here..."

　Minibus can be what it is today thanks to the guidance of all the big guys.

　　I will never forget your kindness!

　　Please wait for a few more days, it will probably be around Wednesday, and I will definitely update it a lot after it is put on the shelves to express my gratitude.

　　……

　　Book recommendations:

　　Newton was born in the Ming Dynasty

　　Taoist Saint Niu Gong put his hand on the historian's shoulder:

　　"I just burned some of the guilty officials' manuscripts and portraits and prohibited their descendants from offering sacrifices... How can you say that I killed them?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)