Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 191: Feather of the Fallen Angel (46 plus 29)
"My body is as hard as a blade! My will is as firm as iron! My kidneys... can still hold up for now."

"Well, for now."

After finally making Miss Hungry Dragon sleep, and letting her fall into a sound sleep again after savoring the afterglow of victory, the tired Herbert finally got a brief relief.

It’s a pity that I didn’t see the rising sun this time, and didn’t deduce the second law of sunrise.

Although he really wanted to go back to his little room and have a good rest, unfortunately, the work had not been finished yet.

During this conversation with the monster girls, Herbert gained more than just the Devil's Tear.

He came to another compartment and reached out his hand to his shadow.

The shadow under his feet trembled slightly, and a shadow tentacle stretched out from it, handing the black feather rolled up in it to Herbert's hand.

Although he didn't have any magical props like a storage bag, he had a more convenient storage space of his own.

To be precise, it was placed in Nenasha's hands, asking her to keep it for him.

As for where exactly He hid them, he didn't intend to ask more, since he couldn't understand it now anyway.

The feather was completely black without any other color under the light. It absorbed all the surrounding light like a black hole, emitting a mysterious and profound aura.

Herbert took the half-meter-long feather and waved it gently.

The feather waved gently in his hand, without tearing the space or exerting any special functions. It seemed ordinary.

But Herbert knew that this was not its true power at all.

Herbert placed his fingertips on the feather and slid them gently. Without even feeling any resistance, he discovered that his finger had been cut with a wound deep enough to reveal the bone.

These feathers are extremely sharp.

Even sharper than his sword!

But it is extremely light and has no weight at all. When you let it go from your hand, it will float in the air like other feathers.

Feather of a fallen angel.

Herbert took a deep breath and carefully took the feather back into his hand.

This is the first epic level monster material he has obtained!

“It’s so beautiful…”

He sighed and gently smeared the blood from his fingertips on the feathers.

The blood was not absorbed by the feathers, but condensed into small crystal balls on the feathers.

[“Have you really decided to absorb it now?”]

Unlike before, this time Nenasha did not absorb the Fallen Angel's Feather directly, but took the initiative to ask:
[“Even if we exclude its own usefulness, it can be used as a weapon just by relying on its sharpness.”]

Unlike the Devil's Tears, which can only be used as materials for high-level rituals, the Feather of the Fallen Angel can be used as a concealed and powerful dagger.

It seemed a bit of a pity to use it directly like this.

After all, it was impossible for Herbert to get such feathers from Lucier for free every time.

[“Also, it may be a little difficult for you to absorb it right now, and it will be painful.”]

Unlike the previous legendary material, this epic material will provide Herbert with a considerable burden.

But Herbert remained calm, shook his head and said, "Absorb it."

"This thing will be absorbed sooner or later. There is no way to show it to outsiders. It cannot be used as a weapon at all."

If someone asked Herbert where he got the feather, how would he explain it?
Did he say that he had pulled it off Lucier? Or did he pick it up in the Aurora Sanctuary?

No matter which reason you give, there are many loopholes that can easily be noticed.

In the process of interpersonal communication, you must learn a very important rule - you can lie, but don't lie easily.

Any lie will require more lies to maintain. The more you tell, the more wrong it becomes.

A truly brilliant lie is never nine lies and one true, but nine truths and one false, or even ten truths and no falsehood.

A skilled sophist will tell very few lies, or even no lies, and choose to use a lot of true words to mislead.

As for Herbert, he has many means of attack when in desperate situations, and he is not lacking any of them, and he also has many alternatives.

This means that using it will do more harm than good.

While the risk is extremely high, the corresponding return is extremely low, which is somewhat not worth it.

Therefore, instead of actively holding this bomb in your hand and hiding it, it is better to absorb it now and turn it into your own power.

"Besides, if it doesn't work, I can ask Lucier for it."

Just because something cannot be easily obtained doesn’t mean it cannot be obtained. It always has a price.

"As for whether I can hold on? Haha... don't we still have you?"

Herbert smiled at Shadow and said teasingly, "You won't let me die, will you? You won't let me get hurt, will you?"

[“…I’m really impressed by you.”]

Nenasha was silent for a moment, then she sighed helplessly: [“Sometimes I can’t tell whether you are timid or brave.”]

Sometimes he is extremely cautious, but sometimes he acts recklessly.

Herbert shrugged and smiled casually: "Then you should be bold when you should be bold, and timid when you should be timid."

Mr. He has a very flexible bottom line!
"Well, since it's just going to hurt for a while and nothing will happen, let's do it quickly."

[“In that case… then grit your teeth and experience this pain carefully.”]

Herbert was about to make a few more jokes, but he didn't expect that the next moment, a piercing pain surged into his heart, and he felt as if his heart was pierced directly by a feather.

No.

It's not an illusion.

The feather really went straight into his heart from his chest!

There was no wound left at all, and he merged into it instantly.

"hiss--"

Herbert let out a low growl, then bit his mouth tightly to prevent the sound from leaking out.

He didn't want Valentina to worry after hearing this.

Herbert clenched his fists in pain, feeling the crazy power flowing around in his body without saying a word.

He finally understood why Nenasha would actively advise him not to try it at this time.

This power is really too sharp for me now.

Herbert could hear his body being cut repeatedly, and then growing and healing rapidly in the next instant.

Judging from the results, he did not suffer any fatal injuries and his body became stronger little by little.

However, the pain in the process remained in his soul without any reduction.

At the same time, behind him, the stigmata of the wings that were almost formed began to grow rapidly!
Finally...completely connected!
laugh--

A blood-stained scarlet wing tore through the clothes on his back and broke out from the flesh on his back.

Unfold suddenly!

(End of this chapter)