Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 304: The Death of a Legend (4K Plus 102 103)
Before, you thought I was your enemy?

You are wrong.

I am actually your companion!
Now, you think I'm your companion?

Wrong again.

I am actually your enemy!
Am I your enemy or your ally?
It never depends on you, it only depends on me.

I am in a superposition state of your "enemy" and "companion", with a very flexible bottom line.

This is all Herbert’s understanding of how to be an excellent “battlefield commander”.

I don't care what you think, I care what I think! (Boss voice)

The reason why Herbert can be so arrogant is entirely due to his flying ability.

Carlo's magic item that sealed off space did restrict teleportation, but it did not prohibit flying.

The Dark Region was indeed unfriendly to outside spellcasters, but Herbert's flying ability was not based on magic.

Don’t ask, the answer is Saint Power Supermodel.

Don't mind your own business with the stigmata.

This is what we Paladins are like!

"Don't worry, I will definitely create the best gaming experience for you!"

With this idea in mind, Herbert relied on his flexible mobility to fly around on the battlefield like an annoying mosquito.

Ding left, ding right, how happy!

Although such harassment cannot cause any substantial harm to the two legends, but... it is really disgusting.

Mosquitoes are disgusting, and the buzzing of mosquitoes is even more disgusting.

The most disgusting thing is the mosquitoes that can be seen but cannot be hit and keep flying around your ears!
Carlo was driven into impotent rage.

There was even one time when it gave up attacking the skeleton dragon and turned around to bite Herbert even at the risk of getting injured. However, as soon as it made a move, Douglas saw the opportunity and took advantage of it to launch a powerful attack.

Although Douglas also wanted to get rid of this annoying troublemaker, he would not miss any opportunity to severely injure Carlo.

As for Herbert's harassment of him, Douglas chose to endure it silently and did not distract himself to find an opportunity to completely inflict a heavy blow on him.

On the one hand, Douglas needed Herbert to harass Carlo and create opportunities for himself.

On the other hand, he was always on guard against the missing vampire.

Where on earth did this guy go?

This thought was like a sword hanging over his head, constantly stimulating him and making him dare not act rashly.

And for some reason, at this critical moment of life and death, he actually felt a little tired.

It was too exhausting to distract himself and control two legendary undead creatures. It was beyond his ability and made him feel like sleeping.

"Ahem! No way!"

He shook his head vigorously to get rid of the dangerous thought from his mind and concentrate on fighting the enemy.

Douglas didn't notice that when he shook his head, the shadow under his feet began to shake irregularly.

He was thinking hard about how to cooperate completely with Herbert and the others to get rid of Carlo first.

"What chips should I take out?"

"Also, should we invite them to help stop the ritual?"

However, Douglas would never have imagined that while he was thinking about how to win over Herbert... Herbert was actually actively harassing Carlo.

Herbert was like an annoying mosquito, constantly taking advantage of the gaps between attacks to pass information to Carlo.

Yeah, harassing information.

"Friends, do you want to join forces?"

"Looking at your appearance, I think you are a loyal person. You can actually be a good friend of humans!"

"And it just so happens that I am a very suitable candidate."

"Not only am I a humble, honest, and trustworthy paladin, I am also a good friend of the dragon, and I often play sports and games with her."

"Accept it now!"

"If you don't agree, I'll go find the other side! We'll deal with you together, and you'll be finished sooner or later."

Herbert harassed the dog-headed dragon tirelessly, leaving scars of varying depths all over its body time and time again.

And for some unknown reason, the dog-headed dragon did not publicize the matter, but remained silent and did not expose it to Douglas.

It endured it silently while trying to grab Herbert and crush him.

After enduring for a long time and failing countless times to catch mosquitoes, the dog-headed dragon finally couldn't hold it anymore.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

It roared to the sky, glaring at the white-haired boy who was floating out of attack range.

Don't the hell come over here!
Don't let me catch you!

"Cooperation? What qualifications do you have to talk to me about cooperation!?"

It may be annoying, but it's just a little bug that overestimates its own capabilities.

Herbert was not angry. He raised the sword in his hand and gestured: "Why are you not qualified? Am I not making your body weaker and weaker?"

laugh!
The dragon was so angry that he laughed and sneered, "Do you really think this will be of any use to me!?"

These wounds are nothing at all, as long as it wants, it can recover at any time!
"Really?"

Herbert smiled strangely and asked provocatively: "Is it really useless? Why don't you try it?"

"How could it be possible...what?" Carlo grinned and tried to regenerate, but he was soon stunned.

After it actively regenerated, surprisingly, nothing happened.

Nothing happened.

He didn't know when, but the wounds that Herbert had stabbed him in could no longer heal. The disgusting holy light power flowing in them suppressed his regeneration.

Moreover, there is no blood in its body!

"What!?"

what's going on?
"By the way, I think that instead of worrying about these things, you might as well seize this opportunity."

Herbert smiled, pointed at Douglas on the other side, and chuckled: "You want to kill him, don't you?"

In the direction of the boy's finger, Douglas was frozen on the ground with his head down in a strange posture.

Not only him, but also the undead creatures he controlled were frozen in place.

He half-closed his eyes, as if he was in a dream.

"Douglas!"

Carlo didn't know what happened to the necromancer, but it knew this was the best opportunity to take action on its own.

But at this critical moment, the dog-headed dragon had no way to consider these things anymore and had to seize the last chance.

It left everything behind and rushed towards Douglas who was tied up in place.

"……what!"

And just as the dog-headed dragon rushed in front of him, Douglas suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the absurd and terrifying dream.

Just now, he was pulled into an absurd dream, dreaming about what happened when he was a slave.

He recalled how he was chosen by Stella and survived when he was on the verge of death.

Also recalling... the shock of discovering the fact that Stella was actually the murderer who killed his family.

I also remembered how I was willing to fall at her feet even though I knew all this.

Everything pulled him deeper and deeper into the dream, making it increasingly difficult for him to wake up.

Until the end, he dreamed of Stella's eyes when she performed the first ceremony and became His Blessed One.

That terrifying gaze woke it up from its dream.

But even if he finally woke up, it was already too late.

The mouth of the dog-headed dragon was right in front of him, and he had no chance to dodge. He was going to die.

This time, he was really going to die.

At the moment of death, Douglas did not put up any more resistance, but let out a shrill wail without any emotion.

"Stella!!!"

After roaring, he looked towards the tower, trying to find those cold eyes.

But I saw nothing.

The adult was not watching all this from the terrace.

Ultimately, he was unable to stop his master and didn't change anything.

Even before he completely betrayed his master, his master had already betrayed him.

His eyes went dark and he was swallowed directly into the dragon's mouth.

Click!Click!Click!
"Pooh!"

After chewing it for a while, Carlo spit it out.

After Douglas was bitten to pieces, he did not turn into a zombie. Instead, his body gradually broke into pieces and turned into a black gas that rushed to the center of the city.

The ceremony had already begun without me noticing.

The loser became a sacrifice and became part of the ritual.

The winner's condition was not much better.

"no no!"

"I can't die here!"

After its tragic victory, the dog-headed dragon did not stay to seek revenge on the culprit who had made it so miserable.

Instead, he chose to run away decisively.

It flapped its wings, which had seven or eight holes in them when it was harassed by Herbert, and flew laboriously towards the high tower where the city lord's mansion was located.

Its body was covered with wounds, but no blood was flowing out. Its blood had been quietly sucked dry by Eliza.

Just as Carlo was about to reach his destination, a figure slowly walked out from the terrace of the tower.

She was a charming lady who looked elegant and noble, and she was also the supreme ruler of this evil city.

"Stella!"

Carlo breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Stella and shouted, "I want to rest! Don't disturb me for a while!"

It transformed into a giant black dog again, crashed onto the terrace, and began to gasp for air.

It was seriously injured this time and almost died completely. Even the blessing given to it by Nieyu could not save it.

It couldn't figure out what kind of power the boy had that could suppress its own regenerative ability.

But no matter what, it is finally safe now and can take a break before going to trouble them again.

"rest?"

Stella stared at it, shook her head slightly, and chuckled in the gentlest tone: "Sorry, you can't rest now."

"What did you say?"

Carlo stared with great effort, baring his teeth and said, "Who do you think I can help you kill in my current state?"

Stella smiled and whispered: "Don't worry, the last task is not difficult."

"The third and final mission of our contract has been decided."

she says:

"Carlo, my dear good dog, give everything for my Lord."

After hearing Stella's words, Carlo was stunned for a moment, and then roared angrily: "You, you said...what?"

"Are you kidding me? How could I possibly agree to this?!"

The dog-headed dragon flipped over, roaring angrily, and biting its own shriveled flesh frantically.

Because of the constraints of the contract, it cannot attack Stida and can only vent its anger in this way.

"I won't agree! It's already stated in the contract. If I don't agree, you can't force me!"

Facing this, Stella seemed very calm and asked, "Carlo, do you really think you have the right to choose?"

"You ignorant lamb, do you think the blessing of the evil god is so easy to obtain?"

She leaned down, moved in front of the dog's head, and stared at the twisted creature.

“Every gift has a price.”

She raised her hand, stroked the giant black dog's head, and whispered mercilessly: "You have enjoyed the blessing of our Lord, and it is time for you to repay him."

"You will be the sacrifice, completing the final part of the ritual."

"It's not that I asked you to sacrifice your life, but you willingly became the sacrifice yourself."

The sweet yet cold words, like a dagger coated with frosting, gently pierced into the ears.

"I, I do... No no no! I don't want to!"

The giant black dog shook its head violently, broke free from Stila's hand, turned around and jumped off the tower, transformed into a giant dragon again in mid-air, and flew out of the city.

It wants to escape from this place!

This woman has gone completely crazy.

But when it was halfway through its flight, it suddenly let out a shrill howl.

"Roar--"

Its heart seemed to be squeezed by an invisible big hand and burst directly.

The giant dragon fell powerlessly from the sky and smashed into the center of the city where a large crowd of people gathered.

boom!
Faced with such a huge object falling with a loud bang, the crowd, who should have been terrified and panicked, were stunned for a moment, but then burst into joyful celebration.

"Gift!"

"It's a gift from God!"

"Meat! Meat! Meat!"

They rushed forward like a group of ants that had found meat, and began to bite it frantically using their hands and feet.

Since they couldn't bite through the dragon's scales, they just tore at the wounds. Some of them even stuck most of their bodies in there.

Biting and devouring, even when his stomach was already bloated, he kept swallowing.

The ritual has been fully implemented and they have become a part of the ritual.

It was an orgy of blasphemy.

This is a feast of depravity.

"..."

Herbert was silent, watching all this silently.

However, he was not moved by the madness before his eyes, nor by the tragic death of the dog-headed dragon he witnessed.

He didn't care whether Stella betrayed it or deceived it...it didn't matter at all.

He would be silent simply because he saw something else.

At this moment, Stella was holding a head in her arms.

It was a beautiful head of a dark elf woman.

She closed her eyes silently, as if she was asleep.

"Um, is that...Villanmaya?" Behind him, Eliza's uncertain voice made Herbert narrow his eyes.

He took a deep breath and nodded slightly with an expression that showed no trace of sadness or joy.

"Yes, that's her."

(End of this chapter)