Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 234 I'm just a passing knight! (5K plus 71 72)
Fao stared blankly at the still mist in the distance, blinked rapidly, and said in a daze: "This...what on earth is going on?"

Isn't this right?

The paladin who was ready to sacrifice himself but failed is still confused, and his companions are even more anxious than him.

"Don't worry about what's going on, just stop now!"

The two monks rushed forward from the left and right, grabbed his arms and supported him tightly.

At this moment, the Paladin's legs, which had been able to support him, suddenly lost their last bit of strength. His legs went limp, and he only avoided collapsing to the ground with the support of the monks.

At the same time, two healing spells fell on him impatiently.

The white light enveloped the Paladin's body, nourishing his tired and dry body, dispelling his weakness, and giving a hint of color to his pale and shriveled cheeks.

As time passed, the Paladin's originally weak body gradually stabilized, and the sword in his hand loosened.

The light on the sword blade slowly faded and merged back into his body, making his face look slightly rosy.

When the nuns saw that the paladin was finally out of danger, their tense nerves finally relaxed.

Then, a trace of anger appeared on the sister's face, and she couldn't help but start scolding:
"Do you know what you just did? That was extremely reckless!"

"Do you think you are a hero? Can you become a hero by sacrificing yourself?!"

The nun's voice was not loud, but it was full of seriousness and reproach.

"Do you think you can solve all problems by relying on your own strength and desperately praying to a power that is so powerful that it may swallow you up?"

"Have you ever thought about what would happen to you if He didn't respond to you in time, or if the power exceeded your limit?"

"Not only will you lose your life in vain, you will also put us in an even more desperate situation!"

If Fao could destroy the high-level ghost wolf and successfully drive back the remaining wolves, that would be the best outcome.

But what if not?

If he died, it would completely enrage these already crazy monsters.

escape?
Can people like us really escape?

Hard to say.

The nun clenched her fists tightly, staring at the dazed Paladin, and said with gritted teeth:

"We are a team. Everyone's life is extremely precious. Your life does not only belong to you, but also to the safety of the entire team!"

"I can't stand Paladins like you who think you're smart! You only know how to..."

"Sister! Stop talking!"

The elder sister wanted to say something else, but was stopped by her younger sister who had finally come to her senses.

“Well, although what Fao did was wrong, he was trying to save everyone’s lives after all, so there’s no need to be so harsh…”

At this time, Varro scratched his bald head in embarrassment and whispered in agreement: "I think so too. He should have said it, but he didn't deserve to be scolded so badly."

It really is a crime not punishable by death!

"No, I think she's right. He really deserves a scolding."

Varro was stunned, then said angrily: "Zar, shut up! How can you talk like that?!"

I've finally managed to persuade them, why are you here to mess things up?
But after he finished saying this, he was completely stunned.

How can Zar, who practices the silent meditation, speak?
And even if it was really him, that wasn't the voice!

He turned his head and saw that Zar's hand was gesturing at him and it was almost leaving an afterimage.

But besides him, who else is there?
Who is speaking?
"who is it!!?"

"Hehe, guess who I am?"

Realizing that something was wrong, everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from - in the fog!
Just as they were looking in that direction together, a bloody figure slowly walked out from the dense fog.

The figure seemed to be summoned from the abyss of darkness, emitting a creepy and terrifying aura.

Thick blood covered every inch of his skin, his hair...it was impossible to recognize his original appearance.

The smell of blood on his body was so strong that it almost became tangible, and the pungent smell spread around like a surging tide.

Without the cover of fog, the strong smell of blood filled the air, instantly shattering everyone's vigilance!

The nerves that had finally relaxed were tense again and I felt tremendous pressure.

Evil spirit.

The murderous aura emanating from that figure was even more suffocating.

It was as if another thick black fog was lingering around him, slowly twisting and swirling, as if it was going to swallow up all life around it.

The terrible threat was like a heavy mountain, pressing down on them and making it hard for them to breathe.

Who is this person!!!

They didn't know the answer, but judging from the current situation... this was undoubtedly a powerful person from the evil realm!
"Back off!!!"

Varro shouted loudly, standing in front of everyone, glaring at the man, his eyes locked on him, and warned loudly: "Don't come any closer!"

We must not let him get close again!

The visible bloody figure seemed to be deaf to Wu Song's warning, and he still walked forward with heavy and firm steps.

With every step forward, the strong smell of blood and murderous aura on his body became more intense and rushed towards everyone.

The pace of the bloody figure seemed slow, but each step carried an invisible force of oppression, as if stepping on their hearts.

dong dong!

He moved forward and spoke slowly. His voice was not low or hoarse, but it sounded strange and distorted under his appearance.

"His actions are indeed very irresponsible, and blind sacrifice will only cause trouble to others."

"Can the sacrifice of just one person bring about a great victory?"

The bloody figure whispered, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice:

"He did not consider the consequences of the team losing him. He was so immature that he tried to challenge dangers far beyond his ability based on his momentary enthusiasm."

"In other words... everything he did was just to realize his own value and prove his bravery to the gods."

He wasn't doing it for anyone else.

And just for myself.

After hearing these words, everyone who was originally on guard fell silent and couldn't help but think about what he said.

His words seemed to be somewhat correct.

"Sir, please stop talking."

But at this moment, the nun who had just criticized Fao stood up. She stared at the uninvited strong man and said coldly:
"No matter what, he is our companion. You are not qualified to judge his behavior!"

"We are from the Misty Monastery! Please leave!"

Her voice woke up the others, and they finally came to their senses and looked in horror at the terrifying figure that had walked in front of them.

I actually thought along the lines of what he said and thought what he said made sense! ! ?

“…Companions?”

The bloody figure finally stopped, turned to look at the dull-looking Paladin, and said with a smile: "You see, they don't want to lose you."

"So, instead of solving the problem alone, I think it would be better for you to communicate more with your companions, what do you think, Fao?"

!!!

Everyone who was about to take action was stunned.

Did he know Fao?
At this time, Fao, who had been feeling that the voice was familiar, finally came to his senses and remembered the identity of the person in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up, he looked up at the person in front of him, and said hoarsely in surprise: "Sir Herbert!?"

After being recognized by him, Herbert, who had been pretending for a long time, finally stopped acting, nodded, and said with a smile:

"Hey, I haven't seen you for a few days. Are you ready to sacrifice yourself again? Haha."

Herbert sighed and shook his head helplessly.

Is this guy addicted to sacrifice?
Why do I always see him sacrificing himself?

Either you have already sacrificed yourself, or you are on the way to sacrifice yourself...Are you addicted?

"Don't think about sacrificing yourself every time. If you keep doing this, your body will not be able to bear it sooner or later."

“You think sacrifice is just a moment of bravery, but sacrifice is never without cost.”

Herbert is not exaggerating.

As the Paladins' trump card to turn the tide in a dangerous situation, sacrifice itself is an extremely dangerous thing.

For example, now, Fao seems to be fine on the surface, but in fact the foundation of his body has been severely damaged.

The foundations have been shaken.

Once the foundation of a building is shaken, the entire building is in danger of collapse.

The same goes for the body.

Although the sacrifice was not fully shown, Faol's life span would be shortened by this recklessness.

Even his talent will gradually collapse, and the power of the Paladin will become increasingly difficult to control. If he is not treated in time, the final result will be complete destruction and loss of all power.

"If you really lose your power, you will no longer be the paladin who can protect everyone and destroy darkness."

"You will become a useless person who can't even protect yourself. At that time, all your ideals, beliefs, and everything you want to protect will be in vain."

"There are many paths for a Paladin. Some choose to protect others, while others choose to destroy the enemy. Which one do you choose?"

Herbert blinked and jokingly said, "Haha, no one would choose to sacrifice themselves and do nothing, right?"

After hearing these words, the wariness on the monks' faces faded, replaced by a thoughtful look.

The two nuns finally felt relieved at this time, realizing that they had misunderstood the person in front of them.

The person who could say such words was definitely not a bad person from the evil realm, but someone who truly understood the core of the Paladin.

He might even be a high-ranking and powerful person in the monastery!
Which legend is this?
correct!

Could it be that he is the strong man that Fao wants to follow?

At this time, Fao finally came to his senses and lowered his head in shame.

Although he didn't think about it that way in his mind, after reflecting on it, he had a vague idea in his mind.

As long as you sacrifice yourself and become a hero, you don't have to worry about anything that happens after you die.

Just as Herbert said, I have realized my own value.

enough!
But this is obviously wrong!
He stammered in shame: "Sir, I, I was wrong..."

"Stop, you don't have to explain to me, and I don't need your explanation."

Herbert shook his head, interrupting Fao's explanation, pointed behind him, and said with a smile: "You should tell these words to more suitable people later."

After being interrupted, Fao pursed his lips, turned to look at the others, and nodded to them with difficulty.

He knew that he would have to apologize to others later.

"Sir Herbert, why are you here? Didn't you go deeper?"

Herbert smiled when he heard this and said the lines he had prepared long ago: "Me? I'm just a passing paladin."

Everyone:?
This strong man...always felt a little different from what they had imagined.

Not only the bloody and weird way of appearance, but also the tone of voice did not seem very serious.

"Uh...Okay, I understand." Fao was stunned for a moment and quickly lowered his head, as if he understood something.

Lord Herbert must have his reasons for not wanting to say anything.

There must be some hidden secrets that prevent us from telling the truth!

Herbert was very satisfied with his understanding and nodded, saying, "Okay, you guys just take a good rest here. You can leave after you have rested well. You won't encounter any danger on the way back."

"I have something else to do, so I won't stay here with you."

After saying this, Herbert smiled and nodded at the others without waiting for their response. Then he turned around and walked back into the fog.

Except for Fao who bowed his head and saw him off respectfully, the other four looked at Herbert in confusion as he disappeared lightly.

?

From Herbert's strange appearance to his graceful departure, it took less than five minutes in total.

He really seemed to be just passing by with nothing to do, and came over to say hello to Fao and criticize his recklessness.

After hesitating for a long time, the nun sister asked in a low voice: "Fao...who is that Excellency?"

What is sacred?
Fao raised his head, looked at the others in confusion, frowned and said, "You don't know him? How could you not know him?"

Do we have to know him?

Is he famous?
Just as the sister was about to ask again, Varro suddenly came to his senses and said in disbelief: "...Herbert? Wait, you said his name is Herbert!?"

The paladin who was supported raised his head proudly and said with pride: "Yes, it is the Lord Herbert you were thinking of!"

"Is he famous? Who is he?"

While the younger sister was still confused, the older sister suddenly realized something and murmured, "...Herbert Albert? The son of Silver Wing? The Herbert who tamed the crazy dragon?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

At this time, they finally noticed the strange behavior of Zar, who was practicing silent meditation nearby - he nodded hard, trying to make a little sound to attract their attention.

He was the first person to recognize Herbert's true identity, but he had no way of telling the truth and he was almost suffocating.

"Yes! It's him!"

With the help of the two, Fao stood up with difficulty, looked in the direction Herbert left, and said gratefully: "I was saved by Sir Herbert last time."

Although there was no clear evidence that the retreat of the wolves was related to Herbert, he had a feeling in his heart that he was saved by Herbert again.

Thank you, Lord Herbert!
The sister nun also recalled Herbert's appearance at this time and her eyes widened in shock.

"But I remember he looked very..."

He is very young and handsome, he should be just a child who has just grown up!

But what was that just now?
That terrible feeling of oppression, that suffocating evil spirit.

"He, how did he become like this?"

The others were also stunned after hearing this question.

yes……

Why?

What exactly happened to him?

……

And Herbert walked back into the mist and clapped his hands gently.

popping.

The next moment, the fog, which had seemed normal before, suddenly lit up.

Thousands of strange green eyes lit up in the mist, surrounding him and staring straight at the bloody boy in the center.

If others saw such a scene, they would probably be shocked, but Herbert smiled.

"Ha ha……"

When Herbert's gaze swept over those eyes, he only saw the fear and fanaticism hidden in them.

"So nice."

He looked at the high-level ghost wolf that had just joined his team - its throat had been bitten off by other ghost wolves.

"Unfortunately, I failed the first test."

He shook his head regretfully, then stepped over its body and continued forward.

Herbert had not intended to kill it, but since it was useless, he couldn't blame him for not giving it a chance.

"Let's go and continue to look for our lost compatriots and make them one of us."

As if someone understood his words, a howl of excitement and fear came from the fog.

"Ouch——"

Herbert kept doing only one thing in the fog.

Find a small tribe of Misty Ghost Wolves, kill their leader, become the leader, and let the remaining wolves integrate into your own wolf pack.

Of course, if the leader is willing to surrender together, he will give them a way out.

And now, he has recaptured more than half of the wolf packs outside the Misty Mountains, and there are thousands of wolves following him!
But he still didn't stop.

I come, I see, I conquer.

He won't stop until he has absorbed all of the Ghost Wolf pack.

if you can……

Herbert is to become the new Wolf King of the Misty Mountains.

After all, has anyone stipulated that only wolves can become wolf kings?

Just like the Duck King is not necessarily a real duck, the Dragon King is not a real dragon.

"Ouch!"

"Ouch - ow -"

"This is the Misty Mountains..."

Yuniel looked at the misty mountains in front of her, narrowed her eyes, and shook her head secretly.

"I don't know why she has to go here. Can't she go somewhere else to play? Really."

Joanna stared around, but didn't find the person who was supposed to greet them, and didn't sense any presence at all.

"Where are you? You're late?"

Just as she was wondering, the phantom sound of horse hooves came from the fog, getting closer and closer!
Click, click, click...

Who dares to ride a horse through the Misty Mountains?
(End of this chapter)