Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 318 Walking with the Gods (4.2K plus 110)
In the laboratory under the clock tower.

The naked girl was covered with a large cloak, hiding her new body.

Theresa lay quietly on the huge laboratory table, her chest rising and falling gently, breathing weakly, and she looked like she was asleep.

Only his face lacked some color, as if all the blood in his body had been drained out - well, it's not "like", it's the fact.

Next to the laboratory table, there were two glass jars of blood, one bright red and the other dark purple.

These are the two parts of blood extracted and separated from Theresa's crippled body - the part representing humans, and the part representing monsters.

Next to Theresa, Herbert also closed his eyes, lowered his head and rested his forehead on hers.

In the corner of the laboratory, Quinna squatted there uneasily.

"How is it? What happened? It's so urgent...hiss! It's so cold!"

She had changed into a different appearance, and her injuries had been healed by the potion that Sfannie had given her. She was no longer as weak as before.

After removing the weakness curse that was cast on her by someone "in order to confuse others and sneak into the depths of the dark area", her flesh and blood quickly expanded and recovered.

She had transformed into the typical burly woman appearance of the Misty Monastery that Herbert was familiar with, with strong and sturdy thighs, six-pack abs, and amazing pectoral muscles...

Well, Quinna is still a little smaller than the Punishment Sisters who can stand people on their arms. She can only be considered strong.

And now, this muscular woman who looks like a leopard is wearing revealing clothes that are not far from the 18+ category.

After her tattered linen clothes were thrown away, she was forced to change into a clean set of dark elf-style robes.

A few small pieces of cloth barely covered the key parts, revealing most of the healthy skin that was built up through exercise. It looked not much different from a bikini armor.

As for why it was forced?
That was because Herbert had expressly ordered her to wear this dress.

Don't want to wear it? Wear it properly.

"That was outside just now. You questioned me so much. There were many outsiders. I gave you face and didn't argue with you."

"But there are no outsiders here. Don't you know how to behave? Don't you know how to apologize?"

Don’t you know that you have to show your belly when you apologize to someone?!?
Besides, this is what a female knight should look like!

It's pretty good that it doesn't make you keep saying "Guu, kill me!"

After hearing Herbert's righteous (heresy) explanation, Quinna was devastated but had to accept it.

Who made her offend the other party just now?

Fortunately, Herbert's request was not so devilish, and he did not intend to let Quinna actually go out wearing this.

When she left, she was kindly allowed to put on another robe.

In order to make herself feel better, Quinna had no choice but to squat in the corner of the laboratory, hugging herself, trying to hide herself as much as possible...

But in fact, her efforts were of no avail.

On the contrary, because of this posture, her butt is raised high, making her look quite sexy.

Sfanny saw it, but remained silent and didn't point it out.

She didn't know the relationship between Herbert and Quinna, and thought it was just a little fun between the two of them - for the dark elves, this was already a very light play.

Sifanny saw it and secretly wrote it down, waiting for a chance to verify it herself in the future...

As Quinna was waiting in a hurry with a chill in her crotch, Herbert finally slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were dazed for a moment, then he nodded to Sifanny and said, "It's confirmed. You don't need to shave off the monster's portion. Just inject it into the body normally."

While reshaping Theresa's body, Herbert asked Sfanny if the mixed blood could be forcibly separated.

Herbert was just asking casually and didn't hold much hope.

Logically speaking, this operation is impossible to achieve as it is too difficult.

But as the former favorite of the God of Sin and Desire, and a master of flesh and blood who has studied the way of flesh and blood for hundreds of years, Sfanni really did it.

She looked so relaxed, it didn't even take much effort.

According to Sfanny's explanation, when she was in the Third Discipline Institute, she had limited experimental materials and often repeated such separation and fusion operations to create blood materials for pure-blooded and mixed-blooded species.

While controlling the experimental table to inject blood into Theresa's body, Sfanny asked Herbert, "You have already determined the result, right?"

She did not see the slightest surprise on Herbert's face, but instead saw a smug look of "just as I expected".

"more or less."

Herbert did not deny it, stretched his back and said: "Although the extraordinary world is quite dangerous, with the existence of chaotic and unreasonable annoying beings like evil gods, this world is indeed very attractive."

"I don't think any young person who has seen all this can accept a mediocre life again."

Because they have seen the power that transcends all things and witnessed the tyranny of the strong.

As your vision broadens, your ambition will naturally become higher.

I am unwilling to continue to be mediocre, and I am unwilling to continue to be weak.

Will this road be difficult?
Of course they know, and they won't back down.

Even if the road ahead is rough and full of thorns, I will endure the pain and keep going.

Quinna no longer cared about being shy at this time. She rushed to the experimental table, stared at the girl's cheeks which were gradually turning red, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As she relaxed, the taut fabric on her chest almost broke apart, making a dangerous crackling sound.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Fortunately, she reacted hurriedly halfway through, so the female knight did not completely embark on the path of exhibitionism.

In order to hide her embarrassment, Quinna changed the subject and asked the two people who were looking at her: "But Theresa is just a child..."

She is still so young, has she really figured out what such a choice means?

"What's wrong with being a child? Weren't you once a child too?"

Herbert smiled and asked, "What were you thinking about when you were little? Didn't you have any goals you wanted to achieve?"

"I, uh...you're right." Quinna blinked and shut her mouth obediently.

At that time, she was carrying a wooden sword and beating up all the young men in the village like a gangster.

At that time, her dream was to become a legendary paladin and beat up all the bad guys!
Yes, who says children can’t have dreams?

Who says a country girl can’t have ambitions?

Everyone can have a dream.

Most people are unwilling to be mediocre and do not think of themselves as losers.

Even if there is a moment of depression, it is only a temporary rest.

One day they will pick themselves up and once again challenge the difficulties that stand in their way.

Herbert stood up, raised his hand and gently stroked Theresa's cheek, chuckling.

Did I give her three choices?
No.

From the beginning, there was only one path before Theresa.

This is not a multiple-choice question, she will definitely choose that path.

Even if it will be the hardest path.

[“What a greedy child! The road ahead will be difficult.”] Nenasha’s sigh rang in her ears, with a hint of emotion.

"It's nothing, everyone is greedy."

Herbert responded calmly, saying casually: "Whether it is mortals or gods, it is the same."

[“What about you? How did you choose?”]

"Asking knowingly?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little amused, and joked: "Do you really have to make me say it? Are you acting like a spoiled child?" ["Hehe, just take it as it is, just say it~"] Miss Xieshen begged in a spoiled tone.

Herbert also laughed, turned around and walked out of the bell tower, saying casually: "If I have to choose, I will choose to go with you."

“Wherever that path leads.”

He lowered his eyes, suppressed the playfulness on his lips, and said softly: "Whether it's the abyss or heaven, let's go on together."

It's not like Herbert didn't have a choice.

After realizing that the archbishop was not the kind of madman who would kill his own relatives and clean up his own house for the sake of justice, Herbert actually had the opportunity to tell the truth.

Not only are there opportunities, but there are a lot of them!

He also believed that while in the sanctuary, as long as the archbishop took action, he would most likely be safe.

But Herbert said nothing, gave him no hint.

Is it because of ambition to be mediocre? Or greed to get more? Or is it the commitment to keep?
Or is it because of sympathy for Nenasha that he doesn't want her to be completely destroyed?
There can be many reasons and excuses, but no matter how you explain it, it will not change the fact that Herbert remained silent.

Listen to what he says, but also watch what he does.

Herbert chose to stand on the side of Nenasha, even though He represented an evil god.

This was Herbert's choice.

"Are you satisfied with this answer, Miss Nenasha?"

[“Oh, it’s just so-so~ I’m just generally satisfied!”]

Nenasha bumped into him pretending to be reserved, but then couldn't hold back and laughed unusually happily.

After laughing triumphantly for a long time, Nenasha coughed and tried to be more serious, but still said with a smile: [“Hehe~ Don’t worry, I will always be with you~”]

【“Whatever… hehe.”】

The god whispered, silently making a promise in his heart that he had never mentioned to anyone.

No matter what dangers they face, He will protect His allies.

Even if the price would be sacrificing one's own life and waiting for the next resuscitation.

Nenasha didn't want to fall asleep again, but this time she wasn't afraid at all.

Because He believed that His allies would not let Him down and would definitely try their best to resurrect Him!
"Don't think about it."

Herbert noticed Nenasha's inappropriate pause and said calmly, "Don't think about the worst case scenario when nothing has happened. It will only add to your troubles."

"Even if you don't have confidence in yourself, don't you have confidence in me?"

"I won't die easily, and neither will you."

[“Okay~~Oh! I’ll listen to you~”] Nenasha was silent for a moment, and answered lazily in a deliberately long voice, putting away the dangerous thoughts in her heart.

As for what He will do when the crisis really comes, only He Himself knows.

[“By the way, although I expended a lot of energy this time, I also gained a lot from that guy’s incarnation. It will take me a while to digest it.”]

"Are you going to sleep for a while again?"

[“Well, this time it’s real, don’t miss me too much~”]

"Hehe, go to sleep."

[“Oh, I’m embarrassed~”]

Nenasha's voice grew weaker and weaker, and her breath gradually faded away.

After Miss Harmony was completely silent, Herbert shook his head slightly and expressed his true thoughts.

"Don't worry, I will definitely think about it."

Just after he finished speaking, Herbert vaguely heard a smug chuckle of someone who had caught something wrong passing by his ears.

[“Hehe~ I heard it~”]

He wanted to listen carefully, but he felt like it was just the sound of wind.

"Maybe it's the wind, yeah, probably."

I heard it, I don’t care about anything else!
Herbert didn't feel embarrassed at all and walked out of the bell tower alone with a calm expression.

Quinna naturally stayed to take care of Theresa who was about to wake up, and to find a covering robe.

And Sfanny wanted to do some more research - she kept some blood samples from Theresa and prepared to analyze the specific racial composition in detail.

Although he was alone, with his previous prestige, he didn't think anyone in the city would dare to disrespect him.

If there is, he is looking forward to it.

It didn't take much time to treat Theresa. Even including asking her thoughts in her soul, it took less than two hours in total.

When Herbert came out, he saw Eliza fighting.

No, the word "battle" is not quite appropriate, as it is somewhat inaccurate in description.

She was beating her opponent one-sidedly.

Eliza pulled out a bloody whip and whipped the giant puppet that was two stories high.

clap clap clap!
Not only that, she was laughing wildly and saying some very dangerous lines:

“Hahahahahaha”

"Resist again! You naughty male lover! Resist again! Hahahaha!"

“Hahahahahaha”

clap clap clap!
Herbert：???

Friend, what are you doing?

Well, it looks like our Miss Vampire is daydreaming again.

He imagined himself as the disguised caravan owner and mistook the sandbag for a white-haired boy.

"You're using puppets as my meal replacement, right? You really are... eh? No, what the hell is that?"

Herbert wanted to complain, but he blinked quickly and his eyes widened.

He saw Eliza's opponent, which was not a constructed puppet, but a huge...mushroom?
It's mushrooms! ! ?

A large mushroom with limbs was being whipped slowly.

Moreover, looking at the discoloration of the wound on its body, it seems to be caused by the hand!

Eh.

No, buddy?
"God the Mushroom King! Goddess the Mother!"

"What did I see? Was that a... mushroom man?"

Behind the oversized mushroom man, Herbert also saw a short hooded figure with a pointed head.

"Hey, why is your head pointed... Oh, that's a hat, it's okay then."

"No, that's not right."

Herbert narrowed his eyes at the hooded figure staring at the two-headed figure, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

"That shape, is it the cap of a mushroom?"

"so……"

"Is this the real mushroom?"

(End of this chapter)