Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

"Crack!"

The Holy Light Shield made a shattering sound as it broke open under the attack of the tentacle monster girls.

Behind them, like spider legs, six tentacles extended, taking turns striking the shield with tremendous force, causing the crack to widen further.

Roland was stunned. The feeling coming from the shield was still that of a mid-level attack, yet it had caused an effective penetration.

Upon closer inspection, several golden lines radiated from the tentacles extending from the backs of these girls, exuding a sacred aura.

Who would believe that the tentacles of the abyss are actually using divine power?

Roland blurted out a vulgar curse from Lungmen, loudly reminding Nightingale.

"Nightingale! Something's wrong with these guys. Holy Light Shield isn't working. We're going to have to fight them head-on!"

Nightingale was already prepared for battle. Holding the dark elf's signature scimitar, she crouched down and charged towards the breach in the shield.

"Don't worry, Miss Roland. Their combat strength isn't high; they're just mid-level superhumans who have been forced into existence. I'll get them back soon..."

"Oh my gosh!"

The nightingale that rushed forward was knocked away the next moment, leaving a long trail on the grass, and fell at Roland's feet.

"Cough cough cough, Miss Roland, their attacks have a natural advantage over me, I'm having a hard time winning."

"Holy crap, Yingying's so lame!"

Before Roland could finish speaking, a girl swung her tentacles at him, but Roland blocked them with a shield she herself had created.

"Huh, it seems their magic suppression isn't working on me?"

Roland looked at the blocked tentacles, pulled out a spiked club from her spatial ring, and smashed it down.

[Magic Shotgun!]

The system's most cost-effective attack magic involves imbuing a weapon with magic and causing it to explode—it's utterly inelegant, but cheap.

The spiked club struck the tentacle, instantly creating a burst of magical sparks. The more than two-meter-long tentacle was smashed into a crater, exploding with a glob of slime.

The girl, hurt, stepped back and looked at Roland warily.

……

At this moment, the other tentacle monster girls finally defeated the [Holy Light Shield], and the skeleton elder and others also ran over, surrounding the three of them again.

There are six tentacled monster girls in total, and fifteen of them are cult members who are neither human nor ghost. Among them, there should be five necromancers.

Nightingale charged at the skeleton elder first, slashing repeatedly with her scimitar like a waltz, and surprisingly fought a fierce battle with a group of mages.

"Miss Roland, these necromancers are just ordinary mid-level superhumans, I can handle them!"

"You just need to deal with those girls!"

The skeletal elder quickly deployed a shield to block Nightingale's scimitar, then used his left hand to unleash a plague projectile at Nightingale.

The other necromancers followed suit, maintaining the shield while casting various necromancy spells.

"Withering Ray!"

"Poisonous miasma spray!"

"Crest Bug Shot!"

However, most of them were dodged by Nightingale, and even those that couldn't be dodged were blocked by Nightingale's magical items.

Nightingale was like a berserker with immunity activated, chasing after the cultists and hacking them down, using her financial power to ignore magical attacks.

"This is the oppressive power of capitalists!"

Nightingale unconsciously used the adjective Roland used to describe her, relentlessly chasing and hacking at the old skeleton.

The old skeleton had no way to express his suffering. Although he had received a divine gift and his magical power was approaching that of a high-level superhuman, he had not mastered the corresponding spells.

Cult members are not qualified to attend magic academies and receive a good education.

Moreover, powerful magic requires time to prepare, and for a moment, he was beaten by the nightingale and had to run away with his head in his hands, only able to rely on speed magic to run around a large rock.

The shield would occasionally take a few hits, but luckily the magic power was increased by the [Tentacle Mother Goddess], otherwise it would have been killed directly.

The mage standing nearby wanted to help but was afraid of being stabbed, so he could only cast spells and shout encouragement.

"Master, use [Grave Imprisonment]!"

"Master, we should use [Icy Touch]!"

A few fearless cultists rushed forward for close combat, only to be easily cleaved in two by Nightingale.

……

Roland's situation is relatively easy; she is not affected by the magical suppression of the warrior girls.

Although she had no practical experience, her opponent was equally matched.

These girls were originally the brides of the Tentacle Mother Goddess, but were later transformed into warriors who only knew how to charge around recklessly in battle.

Moreover, Roland felt that her agility and reaction speed were constantly increasing as the battle progressed.

Her large fox ears could hear more clearly, her eyes could see more precisely, and even her tail could be used as an extra limb to assist in combat.

For a time, he was able to fight six opponents at once, with neither side gaining the upper hand.

……

The old skeleton was in a panic. The sealing barrier was set up with the help of the Tentacle Mother Goddess, and her remaining divine power was limited. Time was running out.

Damn it, how did things get to this point?

How could that Roland Kane fight those girls to a standstill? She's a warrior with a trace of divine power!

At that moment, the twisted man at the edge of the battlefield spotted the blind spot and shouted loudly.

"Master! You two switch roles. Let the [Touch Armor Warrior] fight that black-skinned rabbit, and the mage fight Roland!"

The patriarch nearly lost his breath; he was so badly hacked down that he was practically crawling on the ground. How could he possibly have the strength to command?

"I fucking know! If you have a solution, then give it a try!"

The twisted man decisively took command, and the advantage of outnumbering the enemy immediately became apparent.

Three tentacle-like girls infiltrated Nightingale's battlefield, while three mages and a group of cultists infiltrated Roland's battlefield.

In an instant, the situation on Roland's side took a sharp turn for the worse.

Roland's combat experience was adequate against the tentacle monster girls, but it would be difficult against others.

A cult warrior with basic magic power, though no match for Roland.

However, when attacked, the girls can be used as shields, and then Roland can be attacked from a distance.

The three mages were Roland's nightmare.

Various spells continuously depleted Roland's shield, while various disruptive spells caused Roland to make frequent mistakes.

"Holy crap, this is utterly unsportsmanlike!"

Seeing the corrosive acid being thrown at her, Roland had no choice but to deactivate her shield and avoid this spell that specifically depletes shields.

As soon as the shield was deactivated, the reckless cultist took a hit from Roland's spiked club and then swung his axe at her.

Roland quickly dodged to the side, but was immediately seized by a tentacle monster girl who slammed her away with a tentacle, sending her rolling several times on the ground.

"Cough cough cough! It hurts!"

Roland was beaten until she vomited acid. Her attacks on the girls were incredibly effective, and the girls' attacks on her were equally effective.

The attack not only caused her severe abdominal pain, but also left her covered in mucus that hindered her movement, and a feeling of dizziness washed over her.

"Cough cough, they even poisoned it, no wonder it's a tentacle monster."

Roland quickly got up and wiped her mouth.

At that moment, the steel brand on his back glowed faintly.

The abdominal pain subsided considerably, transforming into a sensation that was difficult to describe.

The radiant mark on his forehead also glowed slightly.

The radiant mark relieved the dizziness, but it also transformed into a feeling that was difficult to talk about.

The mark of desire on my stomach was useless, but it did light up slightly, greatly amplifying the feeling of being unable to speak of it.

Roland's face was twitching; she felt her future was bleak.

Even the scene before my eyes began to flash, as if I could see myself becoming the bride of the tentacles.

Family, can she win before she loses her mobility?