Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"So, what's going on?"

Lava hell.

After being teleported to this area, Herbert blinked and looked at the situation in the field, his brows slightly raised, his expression indescribably subtle.

"Hiss... Dark Curtain of Mourning?"

This is really not to blame because his city is not deep, the scene in front of him is actually a bit unexpected.

It even seems to have a different kind of joy.

In Herbert's confused sight, Miss Devil, who had always been inscrutable in front of him, was hanging upside down on the wall of the bronze fortress in a state of embarrassment...

Yes, it's hanging upside down.

The capitalists were not so miserable when they were hung from the telegraph poles. They were strangled by the neck and used as a sunny day doll, while Crete was strangled by the ankles and used as a hanging man.

The appearance of a devil turned into a self-sacrifice is really hilarious.

In the end, Herbert was deceived by the devil and believed Crete's words: "Flora? Oh, I'm 50-50 with her!"

Creti is no match for Flora when she is awake. She is being treated as a hot weapon——

Miss Devil's body was tied with a complicated knot similar to a tortoise shell, which made her devilish figure even more prominent.

Kreti's gorgeous dress, which was already highly revealing, was also burned to pieces. It couldn't cover much at all and exposed a lot of fair skin.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the rope is tightened further, it will really become a restricted scene.

What is more restrictive than the picture is the passionate curses echoing over the lava hell.

"You bitch! Damn devil! I advise you to let me go quickly! Otherwise I will never let you go!"

"You damn devil! I will definitely cut off your head and hang it on the highest mountain in hell! Throw it into the deepest pool of blood!"

"I will empty your chest and fill it with the filthy bones of angels!"

Creti cursed for a long time as if he didn't feel like it was enough, so he switched to another language that Herbert couldn't understand and continued to output.

"!!! (Common Language of the Abyss)

["Do you need me to translate it for you?"]

A certain harmonious god appeared thoughtfully at this moment and actively wanted to take over the job of simultaneous translation, but was declined by Herbert.

"No, no need. Judging from her expression, it's not a good thing to say."

["That's true, even I felt it was a bit excessive after listening to it."]

Ninasha was deeply convinced, and then said with emotion: "But she is quite literary, and she can actually write such a neat thirteen-line poem when cursing people."

["Your discipline center is really amazing! Each prisoner has his own unique skills, and they are not all energy-saving lamps."]

"Of course, everyone here is talented. They speak well and are good-looking."

Miss Hanged Man was swaying from side to side with the most depraved, blasphemous, and hellish curses coming from her mouth. She was spinning around uncontrollably as she cursed.

Then, she met Herbert, who was standing aside and watching the excitement.

"***!**!Um?"

"Hi hi hi hi!"

"you!"

Crete's eyes suddenly lit up after seeing Herbert, shaking excitedly, and loudly said: "You are back! She, a bitch, doesn't listen to me at all..."

Crunch.

The rope that trapped her tightened suddenly and embedded into a delicate part. The voice of Kreti, who was suddenly hit by this disaster, trembled and let out a short cry that sounded a little wild.

"Ah~ you!!?"

Then she reacted quickly, her expression changed drastically, and she gritted her teeth and continued to curse angrily.

"****!"

After cursing a few words, she remembered something again, glared at Herbert who was watching the show, and gritted her teeth and said, "Hey! What are you waiting for over there! Have you had enough?"

Herbert nodded and looked at Crete's angry expression, then looked up at her body, focusing especially on the strange lines painted on her lower abdomen.

It was not a brand or an engraving, but someone had used black paint to outline a strange love-like shape - a very classic succubus pattern.

It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.

Herbert looked at it for a while, nodded silently, and couldn't help but applaud in admiration.

Bang bang bang.

Look, this is called professional!

Look at these lines and textures. They perfectly fit the curves of the body. They are definitely not comparable to those small stickers that fall off as soon as they are washed.

Herbert let out a long sigh, shook his head and lamented: "Miss Cretti, I didn't expect you... to still have such interest."

The Hanged Man:?

"What are you talking about? I'm...not!? Who are you with?"

Crete felt bad after seeing Herbert's playful smile, and became even more annoyed: "Hurry up and do it!"

"Why are you just watching!!?"

Miss Devil shouted harshly, but Herbert ignored it. Instead, he turned to look at the pink-haired figure who was soaking most of his body in the lava pool. He nodded to her and said with a smile:

"Miss Flora, we finally meet again."

The petite succubus could not see the madness in the previous state of the lava giant at this moment. She frowned at Herbert and said uncertainly: "...I remember you, your name is Herbert?"

"Yes, now that you still remember me, it will be much more convenient."

Herbert walked barefoot on the extremely hot semi-liquid lava, and walked towards Flora with ease.

The flame nourished his soul, strengthened his body, and made his body leap to a higher level.

It had been more than a week since he received the "Blessing of the Saint" in the Seal Sanctuary, and he had also been taking a hot bath here for more than a week.

Fortunately, the flame can improve the whole body as long as it burns one part of the body, saving him the trouble of secretly making a flame holy grail - the kind that can be selected for qualifications.

Herbert's body had already been significantly improved, and he successfully reached the intermediate level the day before yesterday.

He himself enjoyed this process very much, but such a dangerous move would be a completely different scene in the eyes of an uninformed person.

Pure self-abuse.

Flora, who was unaware of the situation, narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at the young paladin who had only met once in surprise, carefully observing his expression, and couldn't help but be surprised after confirming that he really didn't show off.

"Huh?"

Is he carrying a legendary magic product that protects against fire?

Herbert stopped two meters away from Flora and asked with a smile: "Is it convenient for you to talk to me now?"

"You want to plead for her?"

"Of course not."

Herbert chuckled and shook his head, and asked: "But I'm a little curious, what did she do to you that made you so angry?"

She was even hung up and beaten.

"Her? Oh, that depends on which one you ask?"

Flora smiled contemptuously, not looking down on Kreti at all, and said casually: "But it doesn't matter, anyway, everything this idiot does is stupid."