Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 277 Slave Riot (5K plus 84 85)
"catch him!"

The captain of the guard's hoarse voice exploded in the darkness.

Theresa's green eyes glowed in the darkness, and she could clearly see the slave in front of her who was trying to escape.

He was a thin boy, his ankles were bleeding from the chains, but he was still running forward desperately.

Theresa felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She stepped back subconsciously but was almost tripped by the chain under her feet.

Just then, a thin but strong hand grabbed her wrist.

"do not move."

Quinna's voice sounded in her ears, low and calm.

"what--"

The sound of a whip breaking through the air was heard, and the fleeing boy let out a shrill scream.

He's not the only one.

Theresa saw the guards wielding barbed whips and beating hard on the slaves who tried to resist.

Blood splattered, and the air was filled with the smell of rust and shrill wails.

"Close your eyes." Quinna whispered.

But Theresa couldn't do it, her one eye saw too clearly in the darkness - she saw a guard with a raised whip, walking towards them.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to be whipped too? You two cursed bastards!"

Just as the whip was about to fall, Quinna suddenly moved.

Although she was weak and skinny, she was as agile as a cat. She pulled Theresa sideways and the whip brushed their bodies and hit the ground.

"Tsk! You hid pretty fast!"

Theresa heard the guard curse, but Quinna had already led her back into the shadows at the end of the team.

"Ms. Quinna...thank you." Theresa pursed her lips in thanks.

If it weren't for her, I would have been whipped.

"your eyes?"

Quinna ignored her thanks and suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Can you see clearly in the dark?"

Theresa hesitated, but nodded.

The next moment, she saw a strange light flash in Quinna's eyes.

The guards' roars gradually died down, and the escaped slaves were all caught back.

Theresa vaguely heard them discussing giving the escapees some "special care", and her stomach twisted.

"Don't be afraid."

Quinna patted her shoulder and whispered, "We won't stay here forever."

There was a firmness in her voice that Theresa couldn't understand.

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't reveal your abilities."

Teresa didn't know what this meant, so she could only nod silently.

As the team continued to move forward, there were fewer and fewer torches around them, and the light source gradually turned into dim fluorescent plants.

When the last ember of the torch disappeared deep into the crevice, she saw the dark purple moss that had condensed on the stone wall slowly wriggling.

She had never told anyone except Quinna that she had such night vision ability.

The caravan guard's boots crushed a glowing slug, and the fluorescent juice splashed onto the ankle of a barefoot slave nearby, flashing like stardust, causing the slave to utter a cry of surprise.

They had been moved from their previous location and were heading towards the destination where the caravan owner's trading partner was.

Dark area.

No, they actually entered the area of ​​the underworld.

The inside of the cave was pitch black, with no visibility of one's hand in front of one's face, except for a faint flickering light in the distance.

The light did not come from the sunlight outside, but from the faint light emitted by the unique fluorescent plants in the cave.

These plants have strange shapes, some look like twisted vines, and some look like giant mushrooms.

Their surface is covered with a layer of faint fluorescence, sometimes appearing dark blue, sometimes glowing pale green, as if they were strange life forms growing from the depths of hell.

The light of the fluorescent plants flickered in the darkness, casting strange shadows, as if countless pairs of eyes were watching in the dark.

The air was filled with a damp, musty smell, mixed with some indescribable smell of decay that made people shudder.

The ground under my feet is not flat. It is covered with slippery gravel and unknown plant debris. Every step must be taken with caution, as if you might fall into an unknown abyss at any time.

From deep within the cave, a low humming sound could occasionally be heard, like some creature whispering in the dark, or like the whimpering of the wind passing through narrow cracks in the rocks.

The sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, as if tempting people to go deeper, but also making people feel afraid.

Occasionally, some ancient symbols and patterns can be seen on the surrounding rock walls, but in this gloomy environment, they look like some kind of curse mark, making people dare not look at them for long.

For professionals, this is also a scary place that requires caution.

For a country girl who grew up in the countryside, such places have only existed in legends.

I heard there are terrifying shadow creatures here, elves with dark skin, and even dragons with the ability to manipulate shadows!
In more stories, the Underdark is synonymous with evil, and every time a certain race here launches an attack on the surface.

Burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

And the facts are similar, without much difference.

What will be the end of these people?
Even a country girl like Teresa could imagine it.

The more she imagined it, the more frightened she became.

If they were sold to other humans, these slaves might be treated cruelly, but they would still have a chance to survive.

However, if I were really sold to those inhuman races, those monsters...

Then their future, besides endless labor, may also include death in the mouths of monsters and becoming their food!

That cruel future was too terrifying for her!

In order to distract herself and stop herself from thinking too much, she chose to count.

"One, two... seventeen."

The last glow of the torch flickered between the rock walls, and Theresa watched her shadow shatter into seventeen pieces among the stalactites.

The iron chain rubbed against her wrists as she moved, causing waves of burning pain that made her feel a little dazed.

She looked at the slave on the other side again, trying to distract herself by continuing to count.

"One, two..."

"Oh, okay, stop counting."

Behind him, Quinna's hoarse voice mixed with the sound of chains, with a bit of helplessness: "My head hurts because of your counting."

Theresa tilted her head and saw that under Quinna's torn linen prison uniform, her bony shoulder blades rose and fell with every step, as if the bones would pierce her skin at any time.

This woman who claimed to be from the north seemed to be a warrior, but she became a consumptive person because of a curse.

Although Quinna really wanted Theresa to call her sister, the village girl did not agree.

"Ms. Quinna, did I disturb you?" Theresa lowered her head apologetically.

Quinna shook her head and said helplessly: "No, no, I'm just a little tired of listening."

Because of the curse they were carrying, the two were deliberately separated from the slave team, but they were not placed at the end. Instead, they were sandwiched in the middle of the team, with a gap in front and behind.

Because there were a lot of slaves, the team did not move fast.

The mysterious caravan owner also remained sitting in the carriage and did not show up.

"Don't even think about escaping! You won't succeed! I will never let you escape!"

Whoosh—pop!

The sound of whips broke the silence, lashing the slaves who had fallen behind, tearing their skin and leaving streaks of blood.

“These guys are your role models.”

"Hurry up, or I'll beat you to death—"

Suddenly, the curse rolling in the captain of the guard's throat was stuck.

The entire caravan seemed to be pressed into a pool of asphalt by an invisible hand, and the sound of the chains colliding was completely swallowed up by the darkness.

“Lights out!”

The captain of the guard uttered two syllables through his teeth, with a rare tremor in his voice.

Theresa saw the veins in his neck throbbing.

Tremble.

It is an irresistible physiological reaction, like the instinctive fear of a herbivore when it hears a predator sharpening its claws.

"Put away all the torches! We must be careful and cautious when passing through the road ahead!"

Chi chi chi——

The rest of the caravan reacted quickly, and the hissing sound of torches being pressed into the mud could be heard one after another.

The slaves didn't know what was happening ahead, but as the firelight grew dimmer, they felt the fear in their hearts grow bigger and bigger.

Theresa was the same, not knowing what was going to happen next.

At this moment, Quinna suddenly squeezed Theresa's wrist and quickly moved her palm: "Shadow Bat Nest."

Shadow Bat?

Unfortunately, although the other party told her the previous situation, as a country girl with little experience, she did not know what it meant.

Theresa only roughly understood that these guards who showed off their power in front of the slaves had also encountered monsters that frightened them.

While she was thinking, she heard the sound of liquid dripping in front of her.

It was not the sound of water drops falling to the ground, but the sound of some sticky substance dripping from the top of the cave.

Theresa's night vision became even clearer in the absolute darkness. She looked up and saw countless spindle-shaped black shadows hanging upside down in the stalactites in front of her. Those creatures had no skin, and their streamlined bodies were wrapped in dark purple fascia. There were three rings of sharp teeth cracked where the head should be.

Is that Shadowbat?

What was strange was that this usually timid village girl unexpectedly did not feel afraid when she saw this creature.

A moment later, after all the lights went out and the guards finished their preparations, the team's surroundings fell into complete darkness, and even the lights in the carriages were turned off.

Theresa didn't know how other people felt, but when she was in the dark, she felt a lot more relaxed.

The guards applied some special liquid under his eyelids, and after a moment he seemed to have temporary night vision.

However, their night vision ability was not very strong, and it seemed to only allow them to temporarily have a vague vision in dim light.

"No one is allowed to make any noise or make any light!"

The chief guard of the slave caravan lowered his voice and growled:

"These beasts are well fed. As long as we don't make light, they won't attack us."

"If I catch anyone making any light, don't blame me for being rude."

No one knew whether his threats had any effect, and in the darkness even the guards could not see all the expressions on the slaves' faces.

The captain of the guard walked to the front of the team, pulled up the first chain, and dragged the people behind him forward.

"Follow me closely, don't fall behind!"

Just as the team was moving slowly forward in the darkness, when most people thought they were about to pass through the area safely... a crisp sound of broken chains was heard from the rear of the team.

Snapped.

Theresa's single eye suddenly contracted - in the absolute darkness that ordinary people could not distinguish, she saw three hunched figures using sharpened finger bones to saw off the shackles.

The smell of blood wafted through the humid air. It was the "tool" that a prisoner had obtained by biting off his wrist with his teeth.

!!!

Theresa's body trembled, realizing what was going to happen...

Someone is trying to escape in the dark!

The battle broke out instantly.

"what!!!"

Theresa was being held against the rock wall by Quinna when the first slave stabbed the guard's ankle with a broken rib.

The splashing hot blood splashed on her eye patch. Through the blood-soaked silk cloth, she saw that someone in the entire line of prisoners suddenly exploded into countless pieces.

boom!
And at the moment of the explosion, flames burst out!

Hulala--

The light startled the group of shadow bats above!
Thousands of giant bats fell from the sky and rushed towards the location of the fire.

"coming soon."

Just when she was panicking, Quinna behind her suddenly grabbed Theresa's wrist. Her dry and cracked lips moved, but her voice was like a taut bowstring.

What is she going to do?
Quinna's skinny fingers clasped the chain on Theresa's wrist, and her force was precisely stuck in the gap where the chain was connected.

click!
Then, Theresa felt her wrist lighten.

Only then did Theresa see clearly that what was embedded in the man's fingernails was not dirt at all, but some dark silver metal fragments.

"Ahhhh-"

The next moment, the shrill screams of the shadow bats pierced the sky above her head, and Quinna had already dragged her to the ground.

"Damn it! No one is allowed to escape!"

The whip exploded above their heads, but it missed them.

But the next second, he was targeted by the shadow bats.

"No, no! No!!!"

"Stay away from me, you damn monsters! Don't come over here!"

"Ahhh-"

His resistance was feeble and soon the sounds of chewing and swallowing were heard.

In the darkness, Theresa saw fluorescent slime on the guard's boots - the juice of the crushed glowing slugs gave away his position!
Dead people.

This was not the first time Theresa had seen a dead person, but it was the first time someone had died in front of her.

Compared to the fear, a special throbbing flashed through her heart.

That was...excitement.

excited?

Why am I excited?

Just when she was wondering why she had such feelings...she suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards her.

She turned her head and saw a huge black shadow rushing towards her!

"What!?"

At the end of her consciousness, she heard Quinna's anxious cry.

"Be careful!!!"

Theresa's eyes went dark.

"hiss……"

When Herbert regained consciousness, he found himself standing on the ground of the monastery.

The sunlight shone through the stained glass of the monastery onto his face, warm and soft, giving him a feeling of unreality.

It was as if everything that had happened before was just an absurd dream before he entered the underground sanctuary.

However, another feeling kept reminding him that those things were definitely not fake but real.

what is it then?

It's pain.

The piercing pain coming from the top of his head made Herbert grit his teeth.

He slowly raised his hand and gently touched the new "horns" on his head.

"hiss!"

Right in the middle of his head where he was hit, a small bump half a finger high appeared...

Hey, why is the top of my head pointy?

“It’s swollen…”

Herbert blinked, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Well, now he has really become a rising star.

"No, if I only have one horn...then I should be a unicorn!"

Herbert complained and shook his body while brushing off the non-existent dust on his body.

He endured the pain and rubbed his head, and the lump disappeared instantly.

As a "pseudo-master" who is well-versed in flesh and blood knowledge, such ability is easy to acquire.

Bishop Ashes did not kill him, but only gave him a light punishment.

Are you kidding me?

Then I'll knock you on the head!
The second round between the two could be considered a draw.

Herbert turned his head and glanced at the long staircase leading down to the underground. He seemed to be able to vaguely see the tall figure standing quietly in front of the sanctuary at the deepest point.

It seemed that he saw the Chief Judge who was just like a husband-waiting stone, eagerly waiting for him to leave Bishop Ashes and go back to continue chatting with him.

Presiding Judge: Wait, wait forever.

For this, Herbert was silent for a moment, then turned his head decisively, without hesitation, and without any delay.

He seemed to have seen nothing and completely forgot the existence of the presiding judge, and strode away.

What presiding judge?

Didn’t see it, didn’t see it, don’t know.

Not relevant!
Herbert had gone out to find something to eat to fill his stomach, but he was dragged away and not only wasted some time, but was also intercepted and taken away along the way.

Your Honor, it’s not that I ignore you, it’s that you don’t know how to cherish.

If you had argued with Bishop Ashes at that time and persuaded me to stay, wouldn't there have been a lot of problems?
Regardless, Herbert was hungry now and went to eat.

And just as Herbert strode for a while and returned to the sunlight again, he let out a breath.

"call……"

For some reason, after experiencing temptation and huge fear, he felt inexplicably relieved.

There is great terror between life and death, but also great wisdom.

Although Bishop Ashes did not make Herbert feel the great fear of real death, the intense fear that his body instinctively felt at that moment also gave him a moment of understanding.

"No matter what, you still have to stick to the path you have chosen."

Herbert nodded and said to himself, "I'd better behave myself next time I see her... I don't know."

Maybe this is his own style.

Even in the most serious moments, one can’t help but have a little fun.

Even if it costs him some price, he thinks it's worth it.

"Okay, now, it's time to find my travel partner. Who should I let go with me this time?"

"Ah, no, that's not right! I should eat first!"

(End of this chapter)