Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 44 You did a great job!
"It is true that even if you try hard to plant flowers, they may not bloom, but if you plant willows by accident, they may grow into shade trees."

Herbert narrowed his eyes, sheathed his sword, and silently followed behind the Blasphemer, moving forward with it.

The experience of this night was really unexpected.

I chatted with the hungry dragon in the first half of the night, played in the water with the mermaid in the second half, and met a fanatical fish lover at dawn. Finally, I was invited by the elf sister to play poker in her boudoir...

What a fulfilling night!

Although the process was a bit too ups and downs, the result was still good and I managed to meet Sfannie successfully.

He was actually quite interested in this prisoner who was competing with him for control of the Lightless Prison.

You said Valentina is not strong?
No, her strength is extremely strong, and her destructive power ranks among the top among all prisoners.

Is Freme's background insufficient?
No, she has the royal blood of the Siren and possesses a lot of secret knowledge.

But they all failed before the sealing formation and had little ability to resist.

They are both prisoners, but why does this dark elf wizard have the power to resist and even turn the tables... What is the gap between them?
Talent? Experience? Or...wisdom?
Perhaps, we can only say that there are differences among prisoners.
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No more sound came from the darkness, only Herbert's breathing and the sound of bones colliding could be heard.

Click, click, click...

As time passes, the power enveloping the Blasphemer grows stronger, and the flesh and blood disappears at an increasingly rapid rate.

But within ten minutes, they all disappeared, and it was completely transformed into a skeleton that only knew how to walk.

Herbert was a little puzzled at first, wondering where it had been injured.

But when he thought about where this blasphemer would have passed before coming to the third area... Herbert began to guess the miserable injuries on its body and the source of the corrosive power.

First he got beaten up by Valentina, and then he heard Freme singing, right?
"One is responsible for killing and setting fire, and the other is responsible for destroying the bodies. This teamwork is really wonderful!"

Oh, what two terrible women!

Well done you two!

Without their help, he would really have to fight the blasphemer one-on-one, and there was a high possibility that he would be defeated.

"However, I didn't expect that Freyme's singing would have such a terrifying effect. Ordinary people really can't enjoy it."

Herbert sighed a little, and understood why Freme was so excited after making sure that she was safe.

Even if others are lucky enough to hear it, they may not live to finish it, and will turn into a pile of bones halfway through.

For so many years, I am probably her only listener.

Sirens are a species that naturally loves singing. They use singing to lure passing ships and also to communicate with their own kind.

"She must have been holding it in for a long time... huh?"

The blasphemer who was walking in front of Herbert seemed to be tripped, staggered, and took an unbalanced step forward, making an unsettling crisp sound.

Click.

"Wow, this little noise is so crisp..."

Just as Herbert was wondering how long the Blasphemer could hold on, its body suddenly trembled.

Bangdang...

The entire skeleton collapsed with a loud bang and shattered all over the ground.

The blackened bones seemed to have decayed for many years, with only a trace of energy remaining in the skull, and extremely faint blue-purple flames flickering in the empty eye sockets.

"Moore, big, man..."

The blasphemer tried to speak, but no sound came out when his mouth opened and closed.

It can no longer make any sound.

There is no way to continue moving forward relying on obsession.

This difficult journey will eventually come to an end here.

The fire in the eye socket slowly extinguished, and within a few breaths it would be completely extinguished. But at this moment, it was gently picked up by someone.

!!!

"I don't know who you are, nor do I know what you want to do by breaking in here. In principle, as the warden, I need to expel you."

Herbert looked at the soul fire that suddenly lit up, nodded, and then unceremoniously clamped the skull under his arm like a basketball.

"But since you killed this body, I'll help you out reluctantly."

"Come on, I'll take you to see her."

Herbert actually had some impression of this blasphemer, or "Grass Carp Monk".

His background is somewhat related to some great nobles in the kingdom. He is a pawn they have planted in the monastery, and has been secretly targeting him since he arrived.

Now watching him turn into a pile of dry bones, Herbert felt no ripples in his heart. Not only did he not feel sad, he even felt like laughing.

Like a meow!
Without the burden to slow him down, Herbert, who was leading the charge, increased his speed greatly and strode forward in the darkness.

He wasn't worried that Sfanny would set a trap for him.

On the one hand, Herbert believed that Sfanny would not be so stupid.

Besides, if Sfannie really had the ability to kill him, why would she have to wait until now?
I'm afraid they've already started.

On the other hand, it was because of his dear ally, Nenasha, no matter how unreasonable she was, would not sit idly by if something really happened.

No matter what He says, He will give a reminder - whether it is with good intention or bad intention is another matter, but it will make some noise anyway.

Now, not only did Nenasha not stop him, she even urged him to go and take a look with great interest.

"I'm afraid I'm not the only one interested in Sfanni."

After walking for a while, Herbert suddenly saw the light.

Wait, light?
This is the lightless prison, there shouldn't be any light.

He raised his eyebrows, kept walking, and soon saw the true form of those light sources.

It is not the candlelight emitted by a candle, nor is it the magical light of magic products.

There are some fluorescent plants emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

In this dark world, fluorescent plants are like a pair of shining eyes in the darkness.

He seemed to have walked into an underground garden, or perhaps a kingdom of fluorescent plants.

There are vines hanging down from above the head, and on the slender vines there is a node emitting soft blue light at regular intervals.

There is green grass under your feet, and some tiny mushrooms emitting colorful light.

rustle……

Suddenly, Herbert was already in the forest.

At the end of the road, Herbert saw a giant tree emitting a faint blue light.

As he approached, the center of the giant tree's trunk slowly cracked, revealing a quaint wooden door.

"So, dark elves are also elves? They all like to live in trees."

This is very elf-like.

Herbert looked at the beautiful environment around him and was about to go in when he suddenly blinked and thought of something worth complaining about.

"You made your place so luxurious, and then you just watched your roommate huddled in a broken coffin."

This is really...

Well done!

(End of this chapter)