Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 298 Super Large Blood Sacrifice (5K plus 96 97)
"Entry tax!"

Herbert glanced at the excited city gate guards and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The guard turned out not to be a dark elf, but a half-dragon slave with a giant lizard-like head and a human body.

Can slaves serve as guards?

Herbert thought to himself and casually threw out the gold coins he had prepared.

Snapped.

The half-dragon guard grabbed the gold coin, threw it to his mouth, bit it, and then spit it out.

"Pooh!"

He looked at the gold coin that was split in half and nodded with satisfaction: "It's real. Good! You're smart, come in!"

Herbert smiled and nodded, but didn't say much to him.

But the half-dragon had a smug expression on his face. After Herbert took a step forward, he said to himself, "Hehe! Be grateful! Grand Madam Moore said that she would hold the [All Souls Festival], and the city entry tax for everyone will be cancelled! Hahaha!"

Herbert turned around, looked at him with a half-smile, and shook his head.

He had long noticed that something was wrong with this guy. How could there be only one guard entering the city, and he was a slave with shackles around his neck.

Herbert just didn't want to argue with a retard and didn't want to waste his time on such a useless thing, so he chose to get rid of him directly with gold coins.

They pretended to be going into the city to do something big, so it was better to do less than more.

As a result, this guy took advantage of the situation and even made sarcastic remarks after receiving the money.

Friend, are you very free?

Herbert looked at the half-dragon and asked with amusement, "So what did you ask me for just now?"

"Haha, of course it's a gift to honor me! Don't even think about it, I won't give it back to you!"

The half-dragon proudly puffed out his scarred chest, trying to intimidate with his pectoral muscles, but no one reacted.

"……hey-hey."

Seeing that he had no intention of taking the gold back, the half-dragon grinned at Herbert and the other two and said, "Since you are so honest, I will tell you another piece of news!"

"In the [Ceremony of All Souls], all crimes can be forgiven, except for one - no killing! Absolutely no killing!"

"Other than that, feel free to do whatever you want!"

As he spoke, the half-dragon licked his lips, took a step closer to Herbert, and laughed sinisterly.

"hey-hey……"

His greed made him want more than just one gold coin.

Far more than that.

He wants more!
More... huh! !?

The half-dragon stopped suddenly and stared at Herbert with wide eyes.

He vaguely smelled a terrifying scent on Herbert!

It was a terrifying aura emanating from the blood and soul.

This, this man...

goo.

The half-dragon swallowed silently, then turned and walked aside without leaving a trace.

He wanted to escape from this scary guy.

The half-dragon pretended to be strong and muttered, "Ahem! Ahem...you guys better be careful!"

Herbert:?

"Hmm? Oh, thank you then."

When they were about to part, Herbert asked suddenly, "By the way, are you a slave?"

"Well, it was! I'm free now!"

The half-dragon kept walking, snorted in dissatisfaction, and said loudly: "During the festival, some lucky slaves were temporarily freed. The Great Mistress paid to buy them all directly from the slave traders."

"Although these slaves are not allowed to leave the city in name, they can bribe the guards with a small amount of money, hehe."

Herbert didn't ask where the money came from, because he knew it was not a legitimate way.

"Then I wish you a safe journey." Herbert turned his head and ignored the guy.

Behind him, the half-dragon snorted triumphantly and snorted, "Now that we are free, who wants to stay here? Of course we have to go back..."

laugh.

With an extremely subtle sound, the half-dragon's triumphant voice came to an abrupt end.

Ok?
But when Herbert turned around, he found that the half-dragon slave who had been cheating him just now was gone.

Don't know where it went.

Herbert frowned slightly, realizing that something was wrong.

"Eliza, did you notice that?"

The dazed vampire lady came back to her senses and asked subconsciously: "Ah? What did you notice?"

She had been daydreaming, recalling the feeling when she sucked blood before, and just followed Herbert and the others unconsciously.

"He was transferred."

Sifannie was not distracted. At this time, she whispered: "The chain around his neck has been activated. It is estimated that he was directly transferred to the city."

"Slaves are property, and dark elves will not give up their property easily."

"It's strange that my sister gave the slaves freedom for a few days. It's impossible for her to really let the slaves go."

"The soldiers knew this, and that's why they accepted the money and let him go."

Herbert nodded and retracted his gaze: "Since you said so, it should be like this."

After the three of them continued walking for a while, Herbert finally saw the genuine dark elf soldiers.

They were not guarding outside the gate, but inside, all facing the city.

Herbert narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene and whispered, "What they mean is... you can only come in, but not leave?"

No one answered Herbert's words, and he didn't need a definite answer.

The truth will probably come out soon.

Passing through the gate and entering the city, Herbert looked at the surrounding scenery and blinked.

"This is the city-state of the dark elves."

The scene here is different from what I saw in Frost Crystal before. The buildings, races, environment... are very different from the surface.

Some dark elf girls' eyes lit up when they saw Herbert's handsome appearance. They whistled at Herbert and wanted to come over and chat with him.

But before they got closer, they noticed the strength of the dark elf woman next to Herbert.

That was a lady far more powerful than them!
They bowed their heads to Sifanni, whose face was hidden, and said respectfully, "Ah, my lord... I'm sorry, we didn't know this was your prey."

Sfanny nodded lightly and waved her hand indifferently. The girls ran away as if they had been pardoned, never daring to look at Herbert again.

Among the dark elves, those in higher positions can exploit those in lower positions at will.

That's the rule here.

If Frost Crystal was still a civilized feudal kingdom, then this place was a rather backward, purely slave city-state.

Foreign slaves can be seen everywhere, as well as dark elves punishing the slaves... No, the identities of these masters and slaves are not fixed either.

There are dark elves among the slaves and aliens among the masters.

"Bet! Bet!"

Screams came from the street on the left, and blood roses bloomed on the back of a dark elf priestess who was hung upside down with every whip.

Around her, a group of foreign gamblers shouted frantically:

"Hold on a little longer! Hold on a little longer!!!"

"Fall! Fall down! Fall down quickly!"

They were expecting her to fall off the shelf and into a hole in the ground filled with poisonous insects.

Everyone's expression was distorted with excitement - even the priestess who was being whipped, with a seductive smile on her lips.

Just by looking at this scene, you can feel the madness.

And beyond the madness, there is also a desire that makes the hair on the ground stand on end.

Here, no one can be a slave, and no one can be a master.

This place seems like a decadent country that has been transformed after desires have expanded infinitely.

Herbert looked at it for a while, then looked away and shook his head slightly.

"No, this is the realm of the gods. Their influence here is already very obvious."

Although the city-state of the dark elves is evil, the most basic order still exists.

They will spread carnage and death in the homes of others, but will never tolerate such madness and chaos spreading in their own cities.

This is very obvious.

But now not only is no one stepping forward to stop it, some are even actively participating in it?
Herbert knew without anyone reminding him...something might be seriously wrong here.

"Everything here makes me feel sick." Eliza obviously didn't like this place. She glanced at it with disgust and snorted.

However, although she showed an expression of deep disgust, her eyes still secretly glanced at the guys being abused, and a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes.

Why are their expressions so exaggerated? Are they really that comfortable? Or are they just lying?
How about finding an opportunity to try it... ahem.

Thinking of this, Eliza glanced at Herbert unconsciously, and then quickly looked away before he noticed.

whoosh-

"..."

Look again.

Look back. "..."

Aim again.

Turn around again.

"……hey-hey."

……

Herbert noticed Eliza's "extremely hidden" dark gaze, but he had no intention of teasing her at this time.

The situation was far beyond his and Sfannie's expectations.

They guessed that Stella might have taken control of Malagas and even succeeded in transforming it into an iron wall.

However, they never thought that this guy had used his identity as a God-favored One to influence the entire city!

And it's not done secretly, it's almost blatantly.

"No, it probably hasn't reached the worst yet. The people in the city have been affected for a long time." Sfannie whispered to comfort her.

They are outsiders and have not been affected by the domain yet, so they can tell something is wrong.

The other people in the city had already adapted to this atmosphere and were immersed in it, so they didn't notice anything wrong.

"I hope so."

Herbert shook his head noncommittally and asked, "There shouldn't have been such a thing as the [All Souls Festival] before, right?"

"No, I've never heard of such a festival." Sfanny shook her head silently, looking at the tall tower in the center of the city-state, where the city lord resides.

The dark elf who transformed into "Villanmaya" narrowed his eyes, and complex emotions flashed across them.

Herbert didn't pay attention to her little details at this time, but smacked his lips and muttered softly: "Then, this festival should be a ritual related to pleasing the evil god."

He narrowed his eyes, his intuition as a paladin constantly sending out warnings of the highest standard.

"Let me count. The evil god's followers, a super large ritual, sacrifices, living beings... Wow, it's all here."

The object to be pleased, the ritual to be pleased, the offerings, the beneficiaries of the ritual, all the necessary elements are present.

“Huh… I’m afraid we have entered into a super-large blood sacrifice of the evil god.”

"Ha ha!"

Herbert smiled.

Sure enough, people will laugh when they are speechless.

The timing of their arrival was really fortuitous.

The ceremony was just in progress. If it was any later, you wouldn't be able to get in even if you wanted to.

Not only that, the three of them came here on their own initiative, taking the initiative to take the risk of falling into the tiger's mouth.

Isn't this a thousand-mile delivery...

Sfanny was a little depressed. She apologized to Herbert in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. I didn't expect her to be so crazy."

What Stella did was equivalent to burning all the savings of the Moore clan over the years.

Regardless of success or failure, her secret as a disciple of the evil god will be exposed.

And he is the apostle of [Evil Desire] who is hated by everyone!
The guy who was abandoned by the dog was too abstract. Even the evil god did not have many allies.

By that time, the justice camp will send people to attack her, the evil camp will not help her, and the dark area will probably expel her in order to avoid trouble.

The only ending left for Stila is to hide in the abyss and other planes, and only return when she has enough strength.

“No, this is my own decision.”

Herbert did not push all the responsibility onto Sfanny. Coming here was his own decision, and there was no need to shirk responsibility at this time.

"That's right. The current situation is indeed a bit surprising to me."

Herbert sighed and couldn't help shaking his head.

The assassination of a follower of the evil god suddenly became a forbidden ritual to prevent the follower of the evil god from pleasing the gods. Is this my job?
Hey... don't say it, it's true!

Isn't this the job of a Paladin?
I originally wanted to play the role of an assassin, but how come it suddenly became the main job of a paladin?
"...Wait, it doesn't seem that bad."

Once he switched to the Paladin's working mode, Herbert's thinking changed slightly.

"Think about it from another perspective. We are here at the right time."

Once the thought process changes, more ideas immediately come to mind.

"If it's any later, we might have no chance at all. A follower who has been blessed by the gods might be directly promoted to an epic-level apostle."

"A little earlier, the ceremony has not started yet, Stella is not distracted, she is in her prime and with the other fighting forces, she will not be easy to deal with."

"And now, the ceremony is halfway through, and most of Stella's energy is focused on maintaining the ceremony, and her own protection mostly relies on the protection of outsiders."

"Yes, it's the best time to behead him."

Yes, as long as your thinking does not slip, there are always more solutions than problems.

Go if you have the chance.

Even if there are no opportunities, we have to create opportunities.

Herbert's confident statement made Sfannie look sideways slightly. Many thoughts flashed through her mind. She slowly exhaled and nodded: "Your words do make some sense."

She was just too shocked at the beginning and her mentality was a little unbalanced, but now she has quickly adjusted.

She has never been a weak person who would be frightened by difficulties.

Seeing that her emotions had stabilized, Herbert nodded secretly and asked softly, "The question now is whether you can bypass most of the defenses and get directly to Stella."

The most crucial point in the decapitation operation is that Sfanny, the "insider", is really reliable.

"Do not worry."

Sifannie nodded slowly and said firmly: "In my early years, I prepared a secret passage in the city that leads directly to the City Lord's Mansion. This secret passage is definitely unknown to anyone."

"Then you lead the way."

Herbert nodded slightly, then pulled the small-time vampire who was still secretly watching the "performance" on the street next to him.

"Go away, don't look at it, your eyes are going to fall in."

"oh oh……"

Eliza came back to her senses and nodded. Then she quickly reacted and said, "What did you say? What were you looking at? I didn't look at it! I really didn't look at it!"

Don't talk nonsense, I didn't see anything!
"Okay, okay, you didn't look at it, you didn't look at it."

Herbert nodded perfunctorily, then whispered to her, "Eliza, the situation is worse than I thought before. Are you scared now?"

On the way to Malagas, Herbert had quietly explained their purpose to Eliza.

Herbert even prepared a persuasion plan in case Eliza disagreed, but she agreed without a second thought, not caring at all about how dangerous it was to assassinate the lord of a city.

"Afraid? Humph!"

Eliza snorted, "What is there to be afraid of? Isn't it just a follower of the evil god? Is there any change?"

She glanced at Herbert and "Villanmaya" and sneered disdainfully: "Why? Are you still afraid of death? What is there to be afraid of? The worst that can happen is death."

Eliza was afraid of losing herself and dying as a monster, but she had never been afraid of death.

She had already died once, the day she turned into a vampire.

The human part of her was long dead, and now all that was left was an arrogant vampire.

Herbert and Sfanny, who were being ridiculed, looked at each other, both of them were a little surprised.

"……hehe."

Sfanny smiled and shook her head, leading the way.

Herbert said to the vampire lady seriously: "Let me make it clear first, I am not afraid of death, but I don't want to die so early."

"I have many reasons why I cannot die."

Eliza raised an eyebrow and asked curiously, "For example?"

"Just like..."

Herbert raised his hand and held hers, and whispered, "There are still many things we haven't done between us, right?"

Eliza: !!?

"…You, what are you talking about?"

Herbert smiled mysteriously and answered quite straightforwardly.

"I won't tell you~Haha! If you want to know the answer, then do your best to let me live."

Herbert left Eliza, who was alone and disheveled in the wind, and followed Sfanny in front.

Eliza:?

"You...Puha."

Under Sfanni's leadership, they had unimpeded access to the secret passage.

Perhaps because of the festival, a large number of people gathered together, and there was no trace of living people in these corners.

But when they walked into a secluded road, Eliza suddenly twitched her nose.

"Someone."

She smelled blood.

This area was deliberately separated from the surrounding areas, otherwise she would have smelled the scent long ago.

Soon, Herbert also saw the source of the bloody smell - it was a tragic scene of several people besieging one person.

"Eh? A snake demon?"

Herbert wanted to leave as if nothing had happened, but when he looked at the besieged snake demon girl, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Ok?"

(End of this chapter)