Gender-swapped Saintess: A Survival Diary on Hell Difficulty

The offensive and defensive strategies differ on the battlefield.

Roland, like a mad fox, chased after the necromancers, hacking and slashing wildly.

She used her large tail with increasing skill, coordinating it with the mage's hands to make extremely agile movements, smashing down another mage with a single blow.

They then set their sights on the twisted man.

"It's all your fault, you whining bastard, for making me look so pathetic. I'll kill you!"

Roland lowered her body again, launched herself forward, and charged toward the twisted man.

The man's face turned deathly pale instantly, and he immediately shouted.

"Master, save me! My life is hanging by a thread!"

The skeletal old man quickly cast a spell to create an ice wall, but Roland used all four limbs to climb over it like a fox.

Upon seeing this, the twisted man seemed to understand something and shouted.

"I see!"

"Roland Kane's power comes from her fox form; she must be wearing magical transformation equipment. Master, destroy it quickly!"

Roland's expression changed, and she rushed towards the twisted man, smashing him with her club.

She has to shut this guy up.

Because this comparison is indeed accurate; her powerful reflexes and athletic abilities have all increased over time as she has been transformed into a fox.

Although she couldn't understand the magical principles behind it, there was no doubt that it was this fox-transformation ring that gave her the power to fight.

……

Seeing Roland suddenly accelerate, the skeletal old man instantly confirmed that the man's words were correct.

He quickly joined the remaining mages in casting spells to disrupt Roland's magical equipment.

[Magical disturbance!]

Several invisible waves were projected towards her, and Roland tried her best to dodge, but one of them still hit her.

Logically speaking, most magical equipment should not be damaged immediately unless it is hit by a large number of interfering spells at the same time.

But the fox-transformation ring is different. This thing was originally an equipment used by succubi for flirting, and it didn't have any anti-interference treatment at all.

With two crackling sounds, black smoke billowed from the gemstone on the ring, and it dimmed.

Seeing Roland suddenly stop, the skeletal old man laughed.

"Haha, it worked!"

……

When Roland was struck by the magical disturbance, she sensed something was wrong.

As expected, the magical connection between the fox-transformation ring and his own was instantly severed.

"I'm dead! I'm going to be grabbed by the tentacles and made into baby tentacles!"

Roland was on the verge of tears, feeling the magic retreating from her large fox ears and tail back into her body, and then...

Then nothing happened.

The fox ears were still there, and its tail drooped down sadly, mirroring Roland's mood.

Roland and the skeleton elder exclaimed in surprise at almost the same time.

"impossible!"

"How could I really be a fox!"

"How could you really be a fox!"

The old man pointed at Roland with trembling hands and roared.

"Who are you anyway? How could Roland Kane be some sly fox from out of town!"

Upon hearing this, Roland quickly composed herself and glared fiercely at the old skeleton.

"Whether I'm a fox or not is none of your business! None of you are getting away today!"

After speaking, he charged into the crowd again like a mad fox.

……

In less than ten minutes, a third of the skeleton old man's men had died.

The remaining people huddled together, with six tentacle monster girls guarding the front, barely managing to hold off Roland's attacks.

They have very low mobility, but they are excellent at acting as turtle shells.

However, faced with the increasingly agile Roland, he could only stand at attention and take the beating, sinking into a quagmire of slow death.

The nightingale was stunned.

Roland's fighting style is so beautiful; as her proficiency increases, it's like she's dancing.

If Roland were to open the system now, she would find a bunch of unorthodox passive abilities, emitting a faint glow.

[Swaying figure], [Gait optimization], [Emotional dance moves], and a new skill that has never appeared before.

[Fox Form]

The old skeleton's face turned as black as a dung heap when he saw Roland getting more and more into the fight.

"Activate the teleportation spell immediately! Every person who can escape is a potential escape!"

"We must tell everyone about Roland; she can ignore the divine power suppression of the [Touch Armor Warrior]!"

However, one of the cult members in the back row almost burst into tears.

"Master! Our core, our power source, has been destroyed! Not only can the transfer magic not be activated, but the sealing barrier is also failing!"

"What! Who did this? Is there a traitor among us?!"

As the old man spoke, he felt as if he were about to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he had to force himself to swallow it back.

Then, gritting his teeth, he continued to maintain his shield and deal with Roland's club attacks from the front.

Upon witnessing this scene, the cult member spoke in a tearful voice.

"Master, you are not a traitor!"

"It was that lame catgirl! She sneaked into the basement, stole the power core's lid, and the pink octopus inside escaped!"

Upon hearing this, the old man looked into the distance.

From the bushes at the very edge of the barrier, a lame orange-haired catgirl emerged.

At this moment, the catgirl's mouth was bleeding, her overalls were stained with blood, and her right leg was twisted beyond recognition, but she gritted her teeth and supported her body.

This is the only thing this catgirl, who is practically useless in combat, can do for Lady Roland.

She was holding a gold metal lid in her hand, and she was muttering something to herself.

"This isn't stealing, I picked it up, meow!"

"puff!!"

The old man coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, and his breath completely died down.

"Heaven has forsaken me! Heaven has forsaken me!"

He shouted, then revealed an extremely angry expression and roared.

"Roland, I'm going to die with you! Aaaaaah!"

As he spoke, he took out the glass container that had appeared before, except that the tips of the tentacles inside were slightly pink.

He didn't notice and smashed the entire container.

"Master! No!"

Those nearby tried to stop them, but they were still a step too late.

The moment the tentacles appeared, they took the lives of everyone around them, except for a few small fry on the edge and the tentacle monster girl at the front.

The tentacles human-like surveyed the surroundings, then flipped over and locked onto Roland, who, sensing danger, was preparing to retreat.

As Roland felt the terrifying pressure emanating from above, she swallowed hard.

"Sigh... Is reconciliation even possible?"

The tentacles twisted as if they had heard a joke, and then attacked with astonishing speed.

"Holy crap, don't come any closer... Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!"

Before Roland could run two meters, she was blasted away by the immense force and crashed to the ground some distance away.

"Ahhh! I've been shot! I'm badly wounded and collapsed! I need help!"

Roland screamed and rolled on the ground. Nightingale quickly revealed herself to check on Roland's injuries.

After searching the entire body, they found no injuries.

"Miss Roland, don't be nervous! You're perfectly fine!"

"How is this possible? That terrifying tentacle monster hit me!"

"You're really alright, you just have a star pattern on the corner of your eye."

Roland looked completely bewildered and asked with a frown.

"What star pattern?"

Nightingale simply took out a small mirror from her spatial ring and placed it in front of Roland.

Roland looked up and saw a pink four-pointed cross star appear at the corner of her eye.

"What is this thing? Is it some kind of curse?"

She stroked the pink star with concern, and the star immediately lit up slightly, emitting a gentle and beautiful pink light.

The tentacle monster girl who had survived in the distance seemed to have received a command and turned around to walk over.

Just when Roland thought they would have to fight again, they suddenly knelt down on one knee and called out in a sweet voice.

"Greetings, my lord!"