Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 299: Snake Demon? Gorgon? (6K First Update)
"..."

Looking at the miserable-looking girl, Herbert's mind flashed back to the information about the snake demon that he had read from the caretaker.

Snake demon.

A type of demon, and a very special one among tens of thousands of demon branches.

Snake demons have a unique and terrifying appearance. Overall, they have the characteristics of both humans and snakes, but they also bring the terrifying aspects of both to the extreme.

They are tall, with an average upright height of up to two meters, and their tails can be more than twice the length of their upper bodies.

The slender limbs seemed to be made up of countless flexible joints, and they moved with a smooth yet creepy sinuous posture.

The snake demon's skin is covered with a layer of fine, hard scales that gleam with a cold luster. These scales come in different colors, and the tones are mainly dark tones such as inky black and dark purple.

Although they are huge in size, their unique talents make them extremely silent when walking, making them the lurking shadows in the night.

Dangerous and deadly!

But don't think that they are assassins just because of their stealth talent.

That is totally wrong.

Although they are extremely talented, like all abstract demons in the abyss, the snake demons prefer to fight head-on.

Demons must be fought!
Fighting is fun!

Their huge size gives them great power, especially their several-meter-long tails, which can strangle and entangle humans fatally!

Some snake demons with special bloodlines can grow a second pair of arms, or even a third pair!
Each hand can hold a weapon, and relying on that strong body and hard scales, it is simply a cheat in close combat.

Of course, they are not without natural enemies.

Herbert possesses a special demonization ability, and the Blade Demon is the nemesis of the snake demons.

Snake's tail entwined?

No one would be stupid enough to entangle a hedgehog covered with blades, not even a demon.

As for melee combat being more than weapons?

Every part of the Blade Demon's body can be transformed into a sharp blade, so he is not afraid of this at all.

"A snake demon? But why does it feel like one? It doesn't look very pure..." Herbert narrowed his eyes and thought quickly.

The other party's appearance and breath can basically confirm his identity as a snake demon, and he undoubtedly possesses the blood of a snake demon.

But the aura on the other party is not just that of the snake demon.

Moreover, compared to the half-human, half-snake girl in front of him, the snake demon is more like a scaly demon with a human form.

"This concentration of demons, are they mixed-race?"

Herbert touched his chin and confirmed his thoughts.

The demon blood of this girl is much thinner than that of the [Fake Rager Gorn] whom she encountered before.

In the fusion of blood, human blood clearly gained the upper hand, while the demon blood was suppressed.

"In addition to the snake demons and humans, she probably has some alien blood in her body."

As for what kind of alien race it is, we can only be sure after we actually get our hands on it and examine it carefully.

But it is not important.

At least it doesn't matter at this critical moment.

Herbert and his team's top priority is to assassinate Stella and stop the ceremony from going on, rather than conducting ecological research on the demon lady they met on the roadside.

In fact, to put it bluntly, it doesn't matter what happened to this young lady. Even if she was really hunted down and killed, it wouldn't be a big deal.

If Herbert and his men cannot successfully stop Stella, then everyone in the city will die.

It's just a matter of earlier or later.

Herbert knew this better than anyone else.

But he still stopped.

However, this is not out of the justice in his heart that cannot be ignored and his adherence to the Paladin Code.

But out of doubt.

"Where does this feeling of familiarity come from?"

What really made Herbert stop and think was never the other person's alien identity, but an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Herbert carefully recalled it in his mind for a while, but he couldn't find the source of this familiar feeling.

While Herbert was trying hard to recall, the occupation over there was almost over.

The seriously injured girl was struggling to hold on under the siege of eight short assassins, and her injuries became more and more serious.

Her clothes were torn and her scales were split and pierced with scars, from which purple-black blood flowed.

Her movements were weak and slow, and she unconsciously relied on her body's defensive instincts to fight back.

But even though the girl was so weak and could fall down at any time, the eight assassins still did not dare to get close to her.

They seemed to be hesitating about something and could only circle around, flying kites and sneaking around from time to time.

Herbert was wondering when the situation on the field suddenly changed.

"not good!"

"Get out of the way! That's coming again!"

"hide!"

"Shadow jump!"

Several people spoke almost at the same time, and then fled in all directions.

Some people used the cloaks behind them to cover themselves, some hid in the shadows under their feet, and some chose to rush behind the girl.

But one person happened to react a beat too slow and happened to meet the girl's sight.

"No, damn it..."

Click, click, click!
The man's body petrified at an extremely fast speed and turned into a statue in just a few breaths.

Then it was smashed to pieces by the angry snake's tail!

Snapped!
"Hmm? Eyes with petrifying powers?"

Petrified eyes.

Herbert's eyes widened as he watched this classic scene, and he thought of many works he had seen in his previous life.

"The niece's temple environment is really good", "Gorgon stone machine", "How to "use" Medusa's hair correctly", "The feasibility of making terracotta warriors with Medusa's head"...

Medusa?

No. Gorgon?

Medusa is just the name of the girl who was defiled by the sea god. Her racial scientific name should be Gorgon.

"Snake demon" plus "Gorgon" plus "human"...it's quite a mess in your circle.

That night, the snake demon and the gorgon were probably drunk.

"What an interesting bloodline!"

Unable to help but sigh, Herbert walked over there with sword in hand.

If we continue to watch the show for a while longer, I’m afraid we’ll only be able to harvest a Gorgon specimen.

When Herbert drew his sword, Eliza, who followed him, crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows and asked, "Hey, are you trying to meddle in other people's business?"

Although she never feared death, she didn't want to die in vain.

No one wants to die if they can survive.

The situation is urgent and they don't have that much time to waste on other things.

Don't miss out on important things by wasting time.

Herbert walked without stopping. He turned his head and lowered his gaze to look at the vampire lady beside him. He smiled and said, "What are you talking about? How can I be considered as meddling in other people's business? I am a Paladin!"

"Protecting the weak is my mission."

This is my job!

"Ah."

Eliza squinted and snorted, "Paladin? Are you?"

Herbert nodded with a smile: "I think I am."

Seeing that Herbert was not angry, the vampire lady curled her lips in boredom and stopped trying to stop him, but just asked one more question.

"Can you make it?"

"Of course we're still in time, right?" Herbert turned around and looked at the dark elf on the other side.

Sfanny nodded silently, agreeing with Herbert's idea.

She did not stop Herbert's misbehavior from the beginning.

After her careful confirmation, she found that the blood sacrifice ceremony had only been started, but had not yet been fully operational, and it would take some time.

There are two possibilities for this situation.

One possibility is that Stella doesn't want to attract attention and wants to catch everyone in one fell swoop by boiling them in warm water.

The other possibility is that the time has come for the ceremony to begin, but the materials needed for the ceremony are not yet perfect and need to be added later.

Either way, it gave them some time to catch their breath.

Herbert nodded, looked at the eight dark elf assassins, and saw the family crest embroidered on their cloaks.

"Besides, helping them cause trouble is actually helping ourselves."

In addition to relying on Sfanny, the traitor, to bypass most of the guards, they also needed to cause chaos in the entire Moore clan and disperse the forces stationed inside.

The more forces they send out, the weaker the defense around Stila will be, making it easier for them to carry out decapitation.

Although there will definitely be a part that will never be disturbed by the outside world, at least the other forces are weakened.

"And, listen... they seem to want to offer this girl to the Great Mistress. Will this make them successful?"

"You know, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Herbert sighed, his steps became faster and faster, and he rushed towards the center of the battle with his sword in hand.

Da da da!

He changed three steps into two, bent his knees, and jumped up suddenly.

whoosh-

He held the sword with both hands, raised it above his head, and then used the force of the fall to chop at the nearest assassin.

Jump! Chop!
"who!!?"

It was not until Herbert took the initiative to attack and escaped the protection of Sfanni's spell that the assassins finally realized the existence of the three of them.

However, it was already too late.

The first thing they saw was Elisa, who was lying on the ground with a look of disdain on her face. Then they noticed the legendary dark elf behind her, and finally... they saw Leapslasher, who was very close above their heads.

What! ! ?
Where did he come from?
And this was the last thought of this lucky assassin.

The next moment, he was chopped into two pieces diagonally in the most brutal way.

The long sword cut through the right shoulder and then slashed out from the lower left.

Without even feeling the pain, his soul dissipated and was sucked into the shadow beneath the boy.

Although Nenasha was temporarily asleep, she still instinctively absorbed supplements from the outside world, not missing a single one.

"What!?"

The accident happened so suddenly that the other six assassins who were hiding were all startled and then instantly became furious.

“Who are you!!?”

"what have you done!?"

"What are you doing? You..."

Herbert didn't stop after landing. He twisted the blade and slashed at the nearest assassin.

"talkative."

The assassin reacted quickly. When he realized that he had no time to dodge, he immediately threw away his cloak, trying to block Herbert's sight and give himself a chance to catch his breath.

But Herbert did not hesitate for a moment and chopped directly.

stab-

The sharp blade easily cut through the cloak, revealing the terrified eyes hidden underneath.

At the same moment, Herbert's eyes were also seen.

Although he seemed to be smiling, his eyes were actually icy cold and merciless.

!!!

Looking at those eyes, the assassin felt his body go cold and stiffened uncontrollably for a moment.

my body……

At the critical moment, the assassin suddenly came to his senses, tiptoed, and jumped backwards, barely avoiding the tip of the sword.

No, the golden light attached to the tip of the sword cut through the leather armor on the chest and cut it directly!

Blood spurted out.

"hiss!"

After discovering that Herbert could really kill him, he shouted angrily: "Damn it! Stop! We are the Shadow Daggers of the Moore Clan!"

He did not ask about Herbert's identity, but directly played his biggest trump card.

This is the city of Malagas of the Moorish clan, a family that has ruled here for thousands of years.

The strong dragon is not overpowering the local snake.

Even if the other party is a dragon from another place, we have to give some face to them, the local snakes.

"Moore clan?"

In a flash, the assassin heard Herbert's mocking chuckle.

"Yes, I'm looking for the Moore clan."

A flash of white light passed by, clearing away the surrounding shadows.

The assassin who wanted to blend into the shadows fell out in embarrassment halfway.

Oops!

"No! You don't...cough!"

laugh!
The sword was merciless, cutting into the side of the abdomen, quickly severing the flesh and internal organs, and pushing forward all the way, but it stopped after hitting the spine, getting stuck between the bones.

Faced with this sudden situation, Herbert blinked: "Oh?"

"Haha! Ahem..."

The assassin's facial expression was distorted by severe pain, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he coughed up blood and grinned.

I'm going to die.

When death was approaching, it actually aroused his ferocity!
The assassin threw the poisoned dagger in his hand at Herbert, and widened his eyes, trying to witness the moment when his skin was cut by the poisonous blade.

The two were so close that the other had no time to react.

This is the last chance.

Kill him!

Die with him!!!

"go to hell!"

Then, the dagger was casually flicked away by the white-haired boy's finger halfway.

clang.

Eh?
He stared at the boy's fingers with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

It was as white as jade, completely free of any dirt and without a single scratch.

"Um, have you ever thought... that I did it on purpose?"

Herbert smiled strangely at the confused assassin, exerted force on his hand, and twisted the blade directly.

Click.

The sword blade "stuck" in the gap of the spine was like a crowbar, prying it open directly and then continuing to sweep across.

pat.

At this moment, his upper body fell to the ground, and his expression showed more confusion than pain.

He looked aside and saw that none of the other five people except him were spared.

The six Shadow Daggers, the pride of the Moore clan, had now turned into six short mummies, with a crystal blood ball floating beside them.

Next to the blood ball, a pale girl with scarlet eyes pinched her nose and waved her hands, commenting with disdain: "Tsk, it smells really bad, there are so many toxins mixed in, it makes me lose my appetite."

On the other side, the familiar-looking adult poured a bottle of potion at the snake demon, and after noticing his gaze, he looked back silently.

And the look he gave was even more ruthless than that of this young man!
It felt like looking at a piece of worthless rotten meat.

He muttered, confused as to what was going on.

"Why? What on earth are you guys... cough!"

Who?
Who are you guys!!!

Why attack us?

After hearing this whisper, Herbert looked at him in surprise and asked curiously, "Hey, when did the evil realm become so particular? Do I need to explain the reason for killing?"

reason?

Not necessary at all.

Beat them if you meet them, kill them if you want to, why do you need a reason?
"..."

Hearing this answer, the assassin was stunned for a moment, then slowly closed his eyes resignedly.

He died without leaving behind a single harsh word, and his soul merged into Herbert's shadow.

The entire killing, from the beginning to the end, took less than a minute.

Enter with a jump slash and end with a sweep.

Herbert won the title of best assist with the two's first six assists.

Until everything settled down, Theresa was still in a daze.

"……Eh?"

What happened?
She continued to wave her arms and long tail, trying to attack every enemy in front of her.

But after being casually glanced at by the dark elf woman who came to reinforce her, she suddenly came to her senses.

She woke up with a fright.

Theresa gained some strength after being splashed with some unknown liquid, and her wounds healed at an astonishing speed.

She wiped her eyes, and her chaotic memory finally calmed down.

I remember……

In Theresa's vague memory, she had been running away and fighting those terrible guys.

Their knives hurt when they cut my body, and the wounds left behind would itch constantly.

I could only flee in a panic, and then passively counterattack and keep running away...

She forgot the direction and ran around the city, but was caught up again and again.

Theresa thought she would die here and had already given up hope.

Until, a figure shining with golden light descended from the sky like a god, tearing apart the darkness before her eyes.

In a moment, those terrible assassins turned into a pile of flesh and blood and mummy.

That tall and dazzling figure looked just like the knight she had dreamed of countless times.

He stepped forward in the critical moment and saved her from danger.

And this time, it is no longer a dream!
But it is the real reality!
"Miss, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

The gentle voice brought Theresa back to her senses, and she focused her eyes on the figure walking towards her.

"what……"

The moment Theresa saw it clearly, she almost gasped and opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

The girl saw a face that was more handsome than she had imagined.

This is the appearance of the knight who saved me... Is this really not a dream?

It is less masculine and rugged, and more gentle and beautiful, but the warm smile remains unchanged.

"It seems that I heard it, haha."

Herbert looked at the girl's dazed eyes, smiled, shook his head, and stretched out his hand to her.

"Give me your hand, do you still have the strength to stand up?"

stand up?
Oh ooh, stand up, how can I sit on the ground in such an indecent posture.

Theresa suddenly came back to her senses, nodded, and shyly extended her hand, wanting to gently hold that big hand.

"what!"

Then she saw her palm.

Those were a pair of monster hands stained with dirty blood and covered with scales.

The nightmare once again shrouded her soul.

"No, no, no!"

Theresa suddenly retracted her hand and dodged backwards, saying, "I..."

She suddenly realized how deep the gap was between her and the other person's identities.

The other party is a knight, and I am just a lowly monster.

It's a monster that needs to be destroyed!

"I, I'm not a snake demon!"

"I am cursed!"

"Don't kill me! I I I..." Theresa cringed, trying to identify herself.

Then, he noticed that the Lord Knight in front of him frowned slightly - he really looked disdainful of me.

"I'm sorry, I'm ugly now, this is not me..."

"Don't look at me, don't look..."

She raised her hands, trying to cover her face.

Theresa didn't know what she looked like now, but the monster must have looked terrifying.

But just as she raised her hand, the Lord Knight suddenly stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand away from her.

"no no……"

Theresa tried to struggle, but her terrifying strength was no match for the other person, so she could only tilt her head and mutter.

Until she heard a playful teasing: "What are you hiding? Isn't this great?"

"Eh?" Theresa turned back blankly and saw the gentle eyes of the Knight.

The Knight let go of her wrist and gently patted her head. His fingertips brushed across her bloodstained hair and he chuckled, "Don't worry. You don't have to hide or feel inferior. You are still beautiful as you are now."

I am... beautiful now?
Theresa digested these words that she had never expected, and for a moment she felt like crying.

Do I really not have to hide anymore?

Really...

Just as tears were about to fall, her expression changed and she pointed behind Herbert and said anxiously: "They! They are alive!"

"Oh?"

Herbert turned around and looked at the two lucky guys who had just been chopped into four pieces by him.

At this moment, the corpses that should have been dead had actually stood up, mixed together, and rushed towards Herbert fearlessly.

"What does this mean? Resurrection of the dead? Forcibly transformed into the undead by His domain?"

Herbert blinked as he watched the monster rising from the ground. He did not feel uneasy at all and even sheathed his sword.

He looked at the monster getting closer and closer, tilted his head with a bit of amusement, and said teasingly: "Want to seek revenge on me? Are you still asleep?"

"I am a Paladin."

With emotion, Herbert's holy power surged and attached to his palm.

The white-haired boy slowly took a step forward, his fingers sharp as knives, and when the monster rushed in front of him, he waved his hand to the right freely.

laugh.

The two sides passed each other.

The Paladin stood calmly.

The corpse that was given life by the evil god's domain fell to the ground with a thud, and became completely motionless.

……

……

At the same time, in the city lord's mansion.

The "waiter" squinted his eyes and watched the eight marks on the sand table disappear almost at the same moment.

He clenched his fists and whispered slowly, "It looks like a dangerous guy... sneaked in."

(End of this chapter)