Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 221: Almost Left (5K plus 55 56)
"..."

It was a very strange feeling, Herbert saw his own body clearly.

The delicate body was lying quietly on the ground, with its hands on its chest, as if it was asleep.

The white-haired boy had his eyes closed, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his fair skin.

His face was calm and serene, without any sign of pain or struggle.

The originally smooth white hair was scattered casually around, like a silver halo.

His body was stretched out while he lay there, with his limbs relaxed naturally, like a child having a sweet dream.

And around his body, there were brightly colored flowers, with morning dew still on the petals. In the sunlight, they were like crystal clear pearls, refracting colorful light.

The flowers are clustered together, and when the breeze blows, they sway gently, making a slight rustling sound, as if they are whispering, or as if they are guarding this sleeping body.

This picture is beautiful, but it is also really weird...

It felt like attending my own funeral.

"I say, can you please stop planting flowers next to me? It feels really weird."

Herbert, in soul state, had no choice but to call a halt, preventing Freme from continuing the strange act of planting flowers around her.

"But these flowers are really beautiful! They suit you very well!" Miss Mermaid argued and tried to fight for the right to continue planting flowers.

But it was strongly rejected by Herbert.

"No, stop planting, be obedient!"

I'm just soul-leaving my body, not attending a funeral!
It's just that my soul has left, not that I'm really gone!
"……All right."

Freme was still somewhat reluctant to leave, so she secretly hid the flower seeds she had collected with great difficulty... and would plant them after he left.

"Cough cough!"

In order to prevent Herbert from noticing this detail, Freyme coughed and then took the initiative to say, "It seems that you also understand my thoughts."

"Yes, as long as you maintain your out-of-body state, you can stay out longer."

There are some differences between out-of-body experience and astralization.

Although both allow oneself to enter the astral state, the soul does not need to expend more energy to change the physical form, which can greatly prolong the time the astral state can be maintained.

Of course, the risk is also higher. Once you encounter danger, you won’t be able to return to your physical state, and you won’t be able to exert much strength.

But this is not a problem for Herbert.

Although most of his abilities are concentrated in his physical body, losing his physical body seems to have weakened his strength a lot.

But even Herbert in his prime wouldn't mean much to the Misty Mountains.

Still the same tiny thing.

To humans, there is not much difference between weak ants and slightly stronger ants.

He also has two bodyguards with him.

The Centaur Hero Sophia can unleash legendary combat power, as well as... a certain God of Harmony hiding in the shadows.

Herbert clearly remembered that He had said a long time ago that he could briefly burst out with legendary abilities.

And after devouring so many new monster materials, how could His strength not improve at all?
Not to mention the distant past, Nenasha had trampled on Kreti with ease before.

The exact combat capability is unknown, but it is estimated to be above Sophia.

Freme didn't know this, she just placed her hopes on Sophia.

She nodded at Sophia, who nodded vigorously and energetically.

"Swear to protect my Lord till death!"

Fremei smiled with satisfaction, and then continued to talk to Herbert:
"Sophia can help you protect your soul, and I will take care of your body during this time."

It is important to protect the body.

For those who have experienced out-of-body experience, there is a crucial rule - as long as the physical body is not destroyed, they will not suffer serious damage when they return to the physical body on time.

The soul leaving the body is an extremely strange and dangerous state. When the soul leaves the body, the body is like a temporarily unmanned ship, quietly docked in the same place.

At this time, the body becomes extremely fragile. It has lost the control and protection of the soul, and its ability to defend against the outside world is almost non-existent.

However, as long as the body is not damaged, it is like a safe harbor, waiting for the return of the soul.

Freme clenched her fists tightly and said seriously:

"Don't worry, I'm here! I will never let anyone else do anything to it."

Herbert was quite reassured by her firm assurance.

"Okay, I feel at ease with you here... huh?"

Will you really feel at ease?

Why does what you said sound weird?

other people?
Herbert looked at his body lying quietly on the ground, then looked at the serious-looking mermaid, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly:
"It's not just others...you, don't mess around either."

"..."

As for Herbert's warning, Freme just turned her head to the side silently - as if she was intermittently deaf.

And this reaction undoubtedly exposed her inner thoughts.

What are you going to do to my body!?
You shrimp-headed mermaid!

"Ugh!"

Herbert sighed deeply and tried to pat Freme on the head helplessly, but his hand went through her body.

At this time, Freme also turned around and stuck out her tongue at him, smiling.

"Hehe~ If you don't want me to do anything to your body, then come back earlier!"

Returning to the body on time is the key to maintaining a healthy out-of-body experience.

The time the soul spends outside the body is like a race against time, and every minute and every second that passes is accompanied by increased risks.

Just like a kite flying in the air, one end of the string must be tied tightly to a fixed object on the ground.

Once the time is exceeded and the string breaks, the kite may lose its direction and never be able to return.

When the soul returns to the body within the specified time, it will be able to regain control of the body, and the body's various functions will be able to quickly resume normal operation, and there will be no serious damage caused by the soul leaving the body.

But if this rule is violated, the soul may suffer various unknown dangers outside the body, and the body may also experience functional decline due to long-term lack of soul support.

Herbert was also aware of this and knew that he could not stay out for too long.

"Oh, well, I'll definitely be back soon."

Herbert responded helplessly, and suddenly felt his body being gently pulled.

Ok?
Herbert couldn't catch Freme, but as a legendary wizard, she was able to gently grasp this "weak" soul.

She pulled Herbert to her and kissed Soul softly on the lips.

Then, before Herbert could feel the kiss in the soul state, Freme let him go.

"Ok?"

He felt carefully and found no new protection on his body.

What does it mean?
Herbert wanted to ask, but when he saw Miss Mermaid's smug expression, he suddenly understood something.

No protection?
No.

He has received the best protection.

The Siren's attachment.

This love itself is the best protection.

Just as Herbert did not make a new promise with Freme this time, she did not leave him any new protection.

This sincere feeling can bind him better than the agreement.

Herbert smiled and shook his head, then waved to Sophia, and when she came over, he turned over and jumped onto her horse.

Herbert could easily penetrate other people's bodies at this moment, but for both of them who were spirits, such contact was like a physical collision.

He sat steadily on the Centaur lady's back, and gently clamped his legs together. Sophia turned her body as he wished.

Herbert sat on the horse, looked down at Freyme who was sitting next to the flowers, and chuckled, "I'm off."

And Freme nodded slightly and smiled: "Go, my chosen hero, do what you want to do."

"I will always be here waiting for you to come back."

The two of them nodded slightly, like a soldier before leaving and his partner seeing him off.

After saying goodbye, the two said nothing more.

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and Herbert rode the Centaur into the fog.

"..."

After running into the fog, Herbert suddenly started chatting with Nenasha without any warning.

"Nenasha, I think..."

【"Um?"】

Herbert was silent for a moment, then said in a very deep tone:

"Fleming should like me."

【"……Um?"】

Nenasha thought about it seriously for a while, and then she realized halfway what this guy was doing.

[“Tsk, you’re such a disgusting guy.”]

You are showing your affection in my face, do you have any conscience at all?
Are you a human being?!

……

Shortly after Herbert and Sophia left, Freme sighed softly.

"Ugh……"

If possible, she really didn't want Herbert to take such a risk. But since the decision has been made, she shouldn't regret it anymore.

She sat on the grass and dipped the fish’s tail into the spring water, shaking it gently.

She wanted to sing, but she was worried about Steven lying unconscious over there, so she had no choice but to hold back.

After enduring for a long time, Freyme suddenly laughed: "But... it's not all bad, hehe."

She first looked around guiltily, then closed her eyes and listened carefully to the sound.

"..."

After making sure that Herbert and the others had gone far away, he turned his gaze to the body not far in front of him.

"hey-hey!"

I'm not forcing you to do this on purpose.

But you left your body behind!
Although I did say something like "If you don't want me to do anything to you, come back early!"

But I have never made a promise like "If you come back earlier, I won't do anything to your body."

Hey.

This time it falls into my hands again!

"I will make up for what I didn't observe last time this time!"

She slowly moved to Herbert's side and then reached her evil little hand for his buttons.

……

"Well, uh..."

Steven slowly opened his eyes and looked at the sky blankly.

"I, what's wrong with me?"

He remembered that he seemed to see the messengers sent by the gods to save him.

No, that's not right.

That should have been earlier, and I seemed to have seen something else?

Grassland, spring water...

Yes, I saw a miracle!

And then...uh, then what?

Afterwards, he seemed to feel a sharp pain in the back of his head, and then he remembered nothing.

It seems like I forgot something important, but it also seems unimportant?

I always have a bad feeling that "if I think about it, it will bring disaster."

But Steven doesn't count either, he has no memory at all.

Before, in a coma, in that state that was neither a dream nor a dream, he seemed to see an angel!
The holy image flashed before his eyes and turned into blood-red wings, illuminating the darkness before his eyes.

Then he slowly woke up.

When Steven's vision gradually became clear, he saw at a glance that the angel was lying quietly on the grass.

The grass was soft and green, and the angel lay quietly in it, his face calm and peaceful, his whole body seemed to emanate a kind of tranquility and holiness.

And beside the angel...

Before he could see clearly who the figure next to him was, he heard a loud shout.

"who!!?"

!!!

At this moment, Steven seemed to hear countless ghosts screaming in his ears!

There was no defense at all, and no resistance at all. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Uh--"

This time, Steven's injuries were even more serious!
The wound was not in the flesh, but entirely in the soul.

I almost left...

"Ok?"

Freme, who was already feeling guilty, was frightened and reacted a little too aggressively after hearing the noise.

She turned to look at the unconscious Steven and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that he was still breathing.

"Phew...you scared me!"

Fortunately, she didn't use her full strength, otherwise Steven would have died this time.

The title [Howl of Death] is not undeserved.

After the embarrassment, she looked at the poor guy who fell into a coma again, and couldn't help laughing, saying helplessly:
"No, why did this guy faint again?"

In the thick fog, there were many vague figures.

It's a heroic spirit.

The fog was like a thick curtain, half hiding the figures of the heroes.

These heroic spirits stayed quietly where they were. Some of them stood, motionless like statues, while others half-knelt, their postures as if frozen in a certain moment.

The appearance of those heroes was extremely miserable, and most of their bodies were mutilated.

Some had lost their arms, with empty spaces where their arms had been broken; some heroes had broken legs and could only stand in a shaky posture.

Some heroes had huge wounds on their bodies, and the wounds seemed to emit a faint light.

They looked extremely weak. Their bodies, which should have been full of strength, were now like candles in the wind, so weak that they could disappear at any time.

There was fatigue and weakness in their eyes. Their past bravery and glory seemed to be buried in this weak state, leaving only a dead silence.

They all didn't make any sound, as if they were already dead.

The silence around them seemed like a silent mourning, and the mist seemed like a gray curtain drawn for their "passing away".

I don’t know how long this silence lasted... until someone broke it.

Countless heroic spirits raised their heads at this moment.

They felt that a new heroic spirit had awakened!

And he is definitely an extremely powerful heroic spirit!

No.

This newly awakened being might not just be a heroic spirit.

Holy Spirit?

Or an angel?
Out of curiosity, they turned their gaze in the direction of the awakened person.

Then, they saw it.

In the fog that was as thick as substance, a strange and shocking figure slowly moved forward.

It was an angel with scarlet wings.

Every time he flapped his wings, it created a slight air current, stirring up small waves in the mist.

The feathers of the wings seemed to be stained with blood, dazzling red and exuding a hint of mystery.

The angel's face could not be seen clearly, but one could sense his handsomeness and stern temperament, with his eyes flashing with a holy and determined light.

He was wearing a white robe that emitted a soft glow and fluttered gently in the wind.

And the one riding on his crotch was a centaur hero wearing armor.

Legendary Centaur!

The armor was a dark metallic color, with ancient runes and scratches from battles on it, telling of past glory and conquests.

The Centaur was heroic, with hair as white as snow. He held a spear that gleamed with cold light in his hand, and his eyes were scanning everything around him vigilantly.

They walked step by step in the fog, and every step seemed to be stepping on mysterious strings.

Their footsteps played a silent melody, as if they were heading to an unknown but mission-filled place.

Their appearance was like throwing a huge rock into a calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility of the spiritual world.

The eyes of the heroes hidden in the Misty Mountains were drawn to him.

The forms of the Heroic Spirits changed slightly.

Some of them emit a faint blue light, as if cold flames are dancing, while others are illusory and seem like they will disappear into the mist at any time.

The heroic spirits began to whisper.

Their whispers echoed in the mist, like countless tiny insects buzzing in their ears.

The illusory voice seemed to come from a distant place, ethereal and vague.

Some heroes were full of curiosity, their eyes sparkling with excitement. They gathered together, whispering to each other, trying to guess the origins of this pair.

They were discussing the identity of the angel who had just awakened, wondering what new changes he would bring to this fog?
Is this a sign that some major changes are about to take place in the Mist?
"!!!"

But suddenly, the voices of some heroes disappeared.

There was fear in their eyes and they shrank their bodies, as if they had seen some extremely terrifying existence.

The fear spread in their eyes like an icy tide, and they lowered their voices, afraid of attracting the attention of the angels and centaurs.

Emotions of fear and curiosity spread rapidly in the fog.

They saw it.

Behind the angel and the warhorse, there is a huge shadow.

And in that shadow that seemed to devour everything, they felt a kind of fear that made their souls tremble!
The unknown, god-like fear.

"Who...is he?"

In the deeper fog, there were whispers like this.

(End of this chapter)