Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 215 I want to liberate this place

Chapter 217 I want to liberate this place (5K plus 49 50)
"You mean...your blood?"

"Yes, with my blood."

Herbert's answer made Freme feel a little confused.

Herbert's answer was like a huge rock suddenly thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up waves.

Freyme frowned slightly and stared at her partner seriously, making sure he wasn't joking.

But if this isn't the most ridiculous joke ever, what does it mean?

With doubt and concern in her eyes, she asked softly: "Herbert, do you really understand what you are talking about?"

In this mysterious and dangerous land in the Misty Mountains, the real danger is never the creatures hidden within, but the seemingly ordinary mist.

Although Herbert had brought her through the thick fog to his territory and demonstrated his ability to walk around freely here, this still could not completely convince Freme.

She also knew that Herbert's blood had special abilities that could dispel the fog to a limited extent.

However, this fog contains an ancient curse.

The place where the ancient gods fell and where the remains of the kingdom of God are located is definitely not a place that can be dealt with easily.

Using one's own blood to deal with all this is undoubtedly an extremely dangerous approach.

"Don't you understand? This will put you in great danger!"

"Your angel may have great power, but compared to this mist you are nothing."

Freme said anxiously: "No! Even I am just a tiny bug here."

"Herbert, wake up and don't do such dangerous things!"

Seeing her anxious look, Herbert smiled gently, shook his head slightly, held her hand gently, and said softly:
"I have already done so."

He turned his head and looked at the wooden stake stuck in the spring water in the center of the venue. Looking at the dried blood on it, he smiled faintly.

"So, don't worry."

Because there's no use worrying.

Freme: !!?

She had thought she would be able to stop Herbert from doing such an impulsive act, but unexpectedly, it was too late.

He had already done such a stupid thing without my intervention!
when?
Last time?
When he and Valentina arrived?
That guy, why didn't she stop him!

Doesn't she know how dangerous this is!?
The more Freme thought about it, the angrier she became, and the angrier she became at Valentina, but the matter was done, and in the end she could only suppress her anger.

She stared at Herbert with a frown on her face and said in a deep voice: "Do you...really know what this means?"

At this time, Herbert also restrained his smile, looked at her calmly, nodded and said:
"Flemme, don't be mad at Valentina. She doesn't understand, and even if she did, she wouldn't be able to stop me."

"I know the risks better than anyone, but I still do it."

The stigma on his arm glowed slightly, and the golden light spread behind him, allowing scarlet wings to extend out.

He looked at Freme and said seriously:
"This territory needs to be saved. There are too many beings hidden in those places covered by the fog that need to be saved by me."

"If I don't do this, then the lives of people on this land will never be truly liberated."

Those heroic spirits who are lost in the fog should not continue to be lost like this.

"They will live in fear and darkness forever, and my blood may be the key to unlocking all of this."

“So I have to do it, and only I can do it.”

And from Herbert's speech, Freme heard a key message.

Herbert's blood is related to this mountain range! ! ?
After suppressing her shock, Freyme couldn't help but ask, "...Herbert, who are you?"

What is your connection to this mountain range?
Herbert laughed when he heard the question.

Laughed very happily.

He took a half step forward, gently put his arms around Freme's waist, and pulled her in front of him.

"Me? Who am I, you ask?"

"I am the hero you chose."

The white-haired, blood-winged boy pulled up the mermaid's hand, placed it on his lips and kissed it gently.

"I will keep my promise to you."

"And for them, I will save them in my own way."

"I will...liberate this place!"

He raised his head, moved his gaze away from Lei Mei's eyes, and looked into the depths of the fog ahead.

"Whether they want to or not."

Whether they obey or not.

I will liberate them all.

If they were willing to cooperate honestly, they might suffer less.

But if they are prepared to fight to the bitter end... then I will also make them understand that this is the right thing to do.

Herbert did not say the last words out loud, but just whispered them silently in his heart.

Listen to what he says, but also watch what he does.

Some things don't need to be told to others specifically, it is enough to understand them in your heart.

However, he still had an audience in his heart.

The gods gave a playful comment on his lofty ambitions: [“What an arrogant statement from a mortal~”]

Saying such words when one's own strength is not enough really has no meaning to a strong person, and one can only feel the arrogance in his heart.

But Herbert didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Instead, he chuckled.

"As a mortal, these words may be arrogant, but as your ally, I feel that my words are humble enough."

Herbert is not just an ordinary mortal, he also bears the contract of Nenasha.

[“If you say so, then it is indeed true~”]

The God of Harmony was not really mocking. After hearing this, he said with more joy: [“Then you can be a little more proud and arrogant~”]

"Haha, then you should be more low-key!"

While Herbert was chuckling smugly, Freme was staring at his profile in a daze.

In him, Freme felt the intoxicating temperament again and again.

In the past, when she was lonely, she always liked to read the stories in the classics quietly.

Look at the heroes who are praised by people from generation to generation.

Those arrogant, proud, fearless and brave heroes were deeply obsessed with it.

Perhaps only people like this can truly deserve the title of hero.

Just like many princesses in stories, Freme has always longed to be a hero.

And now, she has found her true hero.

He is not a false hero who wishesfully believes that he can save himself.

But he is a true hero with a compassionate heart and great ambitions.

She looked at Herbert, and her body suddenly trembled slightly, and she felt some other changes taking place in her body.

She stared at Herbert infatuatedly, feeling the changes in her body.

Frey now really wanted to drag Herbert into the water and then...eat him.

In many stories, the hero longs for the princess, hoping that the king will marry her to him.

But there are also some very opposite situations in some unwritten stories.

The princess longs for a hero.

And there is nothing wrong with this.

Correct.

No problem!!!

While Freme was thinking about how to eat Herbert, a poor guy woke up in the distance.

On the edge of a land once ravaged by fire and transformed by magic, a man lies silent.

He had been unconscious for so long that the world around him seemed to have forgotten his existence. He looked out of place in his surroundings, tied up like that.

Suddenly, Steven's eyebrows moved slightly, and then his eyelids began to twitch slowly, as if an invisible force was awakening his dormant consciousness.

"Cough cough!"

With a light cough, he slowly opened his eyes, looking at everything around him with confusion and bewilderment in his eyes.

"Where is this place?"

When his vision gradually became clear and he saw everything happening around him, he could hardly believe his eyes.

The place that was supposed to be a scorched earth, filled with death and despair, now seemed to be favored by the gods themselves.

The land is covered with green grass, and the fresh grass leaves sway gently in the breeze. Soft light falls on the spring water, creating layers of ripples.

It's like a dream.

"Does it mean that I have arrived in the kingdom of God of my Lord?"

"No...no!"

"That wooden stake is still there!?"

Steven's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he was filled with shock.

He felt as if all this was a miracle, and the huge contrast made his brain unable to accept it for a while.

"Here, here is..."

His body sat up involuntarily, still staring at the scene in front of him, as if something was choking his throat.

After a long while, he finally exclaimed, "Could it be that the gods have really descended upon this land?"

Then, before Steven continued speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck and passed out again.

Boom. Sophia stared at him angrily, snorted, and said in a low voice:

"Shut up!"

This damn guy has no eyesight at all. Can’t he see that my Lord is doing important things over there?

She just wanted this guy to shut up now.

As for whether this guy would die, she was not worried. Her men had some sense and did not really kick his head off.

While she was thinking about how to hide this guy, she felt a gentle gaze.

"My Lord, I..."

"Okay, you don't need to explain any more. Just do it. We'll talk about it when he wakes up again."

Herbert waved his hand and did not blame Sophia for this idea.

The guy's shout just now was so sudden that it scared him.

The most important thing was that Steven's howl directly brought Freme back from her special state of emotion.

Miss Mermaid was now fully awake. Her face blushed with shame for her bold thoughts just now, and she rushed to the beach to sober herself up.

You are such a bad guy!
If you hadn't interfered, I would have been "forced" to be dragged into the sea by her.

You ruined me... No, you ruined Freme's good fortune!!!

Herbert scolded Steven on behalf of Miss Mermaid, and then he also laughed.

"Hahaha!"

Anyway, the progress of the strategy is almost there, so there is no need to rush.

Besides, it’s not dark yet, and it’s not a good idea to exercise during the day... After all, I have to find a reason to get Sofia away.

And now Freme had hidden herself, so he had to find something else to do.

"Now that things have come to this, let's get to work."

But he shook his head and motioned Sophia to bring the prepared wooden stakes.

Since it was said before that his own blood would be used, Herbert would naturally not be unprepared.

After returning here again, Herbert was able to confirm that his blood could indeed dispel the fog of the Misty Mountains and form a pure land.

What he did this time was to continue to expand the scope of this pure land.

With the experience from last time, he did not use the most ancient method this time to directly bathe the wooden stake in blood.

Instead, he had Sophia cut eight wooden stakes and had him carve out a very deep blood storage groove in the center of them.

All Herbert had to do was pour his own blood into it and seal it with a cork.

As Herbert filled the wooden stake with blood, he watched Sophia insert the prepared wooden stake into the border of the pure land according to his instructions.

"I always feel like I'm making some kind of magic-sealing stake, as if I'm sealing some underground monster."

"Hmm... So, this is actually also a kind of construction site piling?"

Is this the fate of civil engineering?
Different routes to the same end?
After filling a new wooden stake, Herbert shook his head slightly and his body swayed a little, but soon returned to normal.

"There is still a burden. Most people really can't do it like me."

Under normal circumstances, if a person bleeds a certain amount, it will endanger his life, leading to the tragedy of selling blood.

But Herbert was different.

He has a lot of blood.

You can bleed and produce blood at the same time.

Especially since he had bled so many times at Eliza's place before, he had become accustomed to such behavior.

"Come to think of it, when I left this time, the only person I didn't say goodbye to was Eliza... No, I didn't even say hello to her when I returned."

"Forget it, it's not a big deal."

Herbert thought about it carefully and realized that he had never appeared in front of Eliza after he returned this time.

"Since I didn't say hello to her when I went back, it means that from her perspective, I never went back."

"Yeah, no problem!"

"Anyway, I left her so much holy blood last time, so she won't starve."

How did you say that?

Oh yes, I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light.

"Very good. I haven't seen her, so it's like she hasn't seen the light and is still in darkness. There's no need to have more thoughts about her."

"Ah."

Herbert couldn't help but shake his head and smile as he thought of Eliza.

"It's been a long time since we last met. I actually still miss you a little. Give her more blood next time!"

……

Prison without light.

In the pitch-black cage, darkness permeated every corner as thick as a substance.

In the pitch-black darkness without a trace of light, there was suddenly a sad cry as if it was muffled in a box.

"Ugh!"

"Who will save me?"

"Help! Help!"

"Someone pull me out!"

And at this moment a poor vampire was trapped inside, her upper body tightly clamped by the coffin lid.

The lid of the box was tightly closed like a big mouth full of sharp teeth, trapping the vampire firmly inside and making it unable to move at all.

At first, Eliza twisted her body desperately, trying to escape the terrible restraints, but it was all in vain.

By now, she had completely given up, allowing the coffin to hold her, and she didn't even bother to kick her legs behind her.

"Please help me——"

Eliza's cry was full of energy, without any despair or fear, but more of embarrassment and helplessness.

Although the coffin clamped her body, it did not really hurt her - except for the emotional damage.

But perhaps as a punishment for his attempt to escape from prison, the coffin has never allowed her to go back.

Until now, Eliza has been shouting for a long time, but she still hasn't given up hope for help.

What is supporting her?
"Herbert!"

Is it love?
No.

It's anger.

"You damned guy! I know you're back, so come and save me!"

Especially when she thought about how that guy deliberately appeared in front of her and then didn't come to see her, she felt even more angry.

You damned Paladin!
Is that intentional?

Yes, you must have done that on purpose.

Didn’t I just ask you for some more holy blood last time?
You actually hold a grudge!
Wait for me to come out next time!

I will make you pay the price next time -

This anger supported Eliza and prevented her from becoming a complete loser.

And finally, after shouting for who knows how long, a light sound of footsteps slowly sounded in the darkness.

The voice was very soft, but it was particularly clear in the silent cell.

!!!

"who!!?"

Eliza got excited and kicked her legs hard behind her, trying to attract the man's attention.

"Ah! Whoever it is, come and help me!"

Behind her, the Dark Elf Archmage was staring at her in confusion.

This vampire...

What is this doing?
She had indeed heard Eliza's cry for help before, but she had never taken it seriously - this guy always made some strange noises after drinking the holy blood.

It was not until the strange noise lasted for too long that she finally got tired of it and came to check it out.

This sight made her confused.

What is this pose? What is this shape? What does this… mean?
She thought about this question for a long time but couldn't come up with an answer.

Finally, with doubt in her eyes, she asked in a slightly indifferent voice:

"what are you doing?"

"Why did you trap yourself in the coffin? Why...oh!"

Suddenly, Sfanny remembered some scenes she had seen in the traditional stories of the Dark Elves, and said in a daze:

"Oh I see."

"So, are you planning to seduce Sir Herbert with this posture?"

Eliza: ???

"what???"

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