Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

"Catch him!"

The captain of the guards' hoarse voice exploded in the darkness.

Teresa's green eyes glowed in the darkness, and she could clearly see the slave who was trying to escape in front of her.

It was a thin boy, his ankles were bleeding from the iron chain, but he was still running forward desperately.

Teresa felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat. She stepped back subconsciously, but was almost tripped by the iron chain under her feet.

At this moment, a skinny but strong hand grabbed her wrist.

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"Don't move."

Quinna's voice sounded in her ears, low and calm.

"Ah——"

The sound of the whip breaking through the air came, and the fleeing boy screamed miserably.

He was not the only one.

Teresa saw the guards waving barbed whips and whipping the slaves who tried to resist.

Blood splattered, the air was filled with the smell of rust, and shrill wails.

"Close your eyes." Quinna whispered.

But Theresa couldn't do it, her one eye could see too clearly in the dark - she saw a guard holding a whip and walking towards them.

"What are you looking at? Do you want to be whipped too? You two cursed bastards!"

Just as the whip was about to fall, Quinna suddenly moved.

Although she was weak and thin, she was like an agile cat, pulling Theresa to the side, and the whip rubbed their bodies and hit the ground.

"Tsk! You're pretty fast at hiding!"

Theresa heard the guard curse, but Quinna had already led her back to the shadows at the end of the team.

"Miss Quinna... Thank you." Theresa pursed her lips to thank her.

If it weren't for her, she would have been whipped.

"Your eyes?"

Quinna ignored her thanks and suddenly lowered her voice and asked, "Can you see clearly in the dark?"

Theresa hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

The next moment, she saw a strange light flashing in Quinna's eyes.

The roar of the guards gradually subsided, and the escaped slaves were caught back.

Theresa vaguely heard them discussing giving the escapees some "special care", and her stomach twitched.

"Don't be afraid."

Quinna patted her shoulder and whispered, "We won't stay here forever."

Theresa's voice was firm in a way that Theresa couldn't understand.

"Remember, no matter what happens, don't expose your abilities."

Theresa didn't know what this meant, so she could only nod silently.

As the team continued to move forward, there were fewer and fewer torches around, and the light source gradually turned into dim fluorescent plants.

When the last ember of the torch disappeared deep in the crevice, she saw the dark purple moss condensed on the stone wall slowly creeping.

Except for Quinna, she had never told anyone that she had such night vision.

The boots of the caravan guard crushed a glowing slug, and the fluorescent juice splashed on the ankle of the barefoot slave beside him, flashing like stardust, causing the slave to scream.

They had been transferred from their previous location and were heading to the destination where the caravan owner's trading partner was.

The dark area.

No, they actually entered the area of ​​the dark area.

The inside of the cave was pitch black, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. Only a faint light flickered in the distance.

The light did not come from the sunlight outside, but from the unique fluorescent plants in the cave.

These plants have strange shapes, some like twisted vines, and some like huge mushrooms.

Their surface is covered with a layer of faint fluorescence, sometimes showing a faint blue, sometimes glowing green, as if it is a strange life growing from the depths of hell.

The light of the fluorescent plants swayed in the darkness, casting strange shadows, as if countless eyes were watching in the dark.

The air was filled with a damp and musty smell, mixed with some indescribable decay, which made people shudder.

The ground under my feet was not flat, covered with slippery gravel and unknown plant debris. Every step had to be cautious, as if I would fall into an unknown abyss at any time.

From the depths of the cave, a low humming sound occasionally came, like some creature whispering in the dark, or like the whimpering of the wind passing through the narrow cracks in the rocks.

The sound was sometimes far and sometimes near, as if it was tempting people to go deeper, but it also made people feel afraid.

On the surrounding rock walls, some ancient symbols and patterns can occasionally be seen, but in this gloomy environment, they are like some kind of curse mark, which makes people dare not look at them for a long time.

For professionals, this is also a terrible place that needs to be guarded.

And for a village girl who grew up in the countryside, this kind of place has always existed only in legends.

I heard that there are terrible shadow creatures, elves with dark skin, and even dragons that can manipulate shadows!

In more stories, the dark area is synonymous with evil, and every time a certain race here launches an attack on the surface.

Burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.

And the facts are similar, not much different.

What kind of ending will these people have?

Even a village girl like Teresa can imagine it.

And the more she imagines, the more scared she feels.

If they were sold to other humans, these slaves might be treated cruelly, but they still had a chance to survive.

However, if they were really sold to those inhuman races, those monsters...

Then their future, in addition to endless labor, might also be buried in the mouths of monsters and become their food!

That kind of cruel future was too terrible for her!

In order to distract her attention and stop herself from thinking about it, she chose to count.

"One, two... seventeen."

The last halo of the torch swayed between the rock walls, and Theresa watched her shadow break into seventeen pieces among the stalactites.

The iron chain rubbed against her wrists between actions, sending bursts of burning pain, making her a little dazed.

She looked at the slaves on the other side again, trying to continue to distract herself by counting.

"One, two..."

"Well, stop counting."

Behind her, Quinna's hoarse voice mixed with the sound of chains, with a bit of helplessness: "You count makes my head hurt."

Theresa tilted her head to look, and under Quinna's torn linen prison clothes, her bony shoulder blades rose and fell with her steps, as if the bones were about to pierce the skin at any time.

This woman who claimed to be from the North seemed to be a warrior, but she became a consumptive ghost because of the curse.

Although Quinna wanted Theresa to call her sister, the village girl did not agree.

"Miss Quinna, did I disturb you?" Theresa lowered her head apologetically.

Quinna shook her head and said helplessly: "No, no, I'm just a little tired of listening."

The two were deliberately separated from the slave team because of the curse, but they were not put at the end, but were sandwiched in the middle of the team, with a gap in front and behind.

Because there were many slaves, the team did not move forward quickly.

The mysterious caravan owner had also been sitting in the carriage and had not shown up.

"Don't even think about running away! You can't succeed! I will never let you run away!"

Whoosh-snap!

The sound of whips broke the silence, whipping the slaves who fell behind, leaving blood marks on their skin.

"These guys are your role models."

"You guys hurry up, or I'll whip you to death--"

Suddenly, the curse rolling in the captain's throat suddenly got stuck.

The entire caravan seemed to be pressed into a pool of asphalt by an invisible hand, and the sound of the chain collision was swallowed up by the darkness.

"Lights out!"

The captain of the guard squeezed out two syllables from his teeth, with a rare tremor in his voice.

Theresa saw the protruding blue veins on his neck throbbing.

Trembling.

It was an irresistible physiological reaction, like the instinctive fear of herbivores when they hear predators sharpening their claws.

"Put away all the torches! We must be careful on this stretch of road ahead!"

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle——

The other people in the caravan reacted quickly, and the hissing sounds of torches being pressed into the mud came one after another.

The slaves didn't know what was happening ahead, but they felt the fear in their hearts grow as the firelight became less and less.

Theresa was the same, not knowing what was going to happen next.

At this time, Quinna suddenly squeezed Theresa's wrist and quickly swiped her palm: "Shadow Bat Nest."

Shadow Bat?

Unfortunately, although the other party told her about the situation ahead, as a village girl with little experience, she didn't know what it meant.

Theresa only roughly understood that these guards who showed off in front of the slaves also encountered monsters that frightened them.

While she was thinking, there was a sound of liquid dripping ahead.

It was not water drops falling to the ground, but the movement of some kind of sticky substance dripping from the top of the cave.

Theresa's night vision became even clearer in the absolute darkness. She raised her head and saw countless spindle-shaped black shadows hanging upside down in the stalactites hanging in front of her.

Those creatures had no skin, and dark purple fascia wrapped around their streamlined bodies. There were three rings of sharp teeth cracked where the head should be.

Is that a shadow bat?

It was strange that this timid village girl did not feel scared when she saw this creature.

A moment later, after all the lights went out and the guards finished their preparations, the team was completely in darkness, and even the carriages turned off the lights.

Theresa didn't know how others felt, but when she was in the dark, she felt a lot more relaxed.

The guards applied some special liquid on their eyelids, and after a while, he seemed to have a short-term night vision ability.

However, this night vision ability was not strong, and it seemed to only allow them to have a dim vision that was vaguely seen temporarily.

"No one is allowed to make any noise or make any light!"

The chief guard of the slave caravan growled in a low voice:

"These beasts are full. As long as we don't make any light, they won't attack us."

"If I catch anyone making any light, don't blame me for being rude."

No one knew whether his threat worked or not. In the darkness, even the guards couldn't see all the expressions on the slaves' faces.

The chief guard walked to the front of the team, pulled up the first chain, and dragged the people behind him forward.

"Follow me closely, don't fall behind!"

Just as the team moved slowly in the dark, most people thought they were about to pass the area safely through this area ... There was a crispy loud noise in the back of the team.

Slap.

Trysa's one -eyed contracted suddenly -in the absolute darkness that ordinary people could not distinguish, she saw that three figures were seeing the tip of the tip.

The bloody smell was drifting in the humid air, which was the "tool" obtained by a prisoner to bite his wrist with his teeth.

Intersection Intersection Intersection

Teresa's body shocked and realized what this situation would happen ...

Someone wants to escape while the darkness!

The battle broke out instantly.

"ah!!!"

When the first slave was broken with a broken rib to protect the ankle, Trysa was dragged by Quinna with tight rock wall.

The splattered hot blood beads splashed on her one -eyed cover. Through the bloody silk cloth, she saw that the entire prisoner's team suddenly exploded into countless fragments.

boom!

At the moment of explosion, the fire was cracked!

Huh La La ———

The light shocked the shadow bat group!

Thousands of huge bats fell from the sky and rushed towards the fire.

"It's coming."

And when he was panicked, Queenna behind her suddenly grabbed Teresa's wrist. Her dry and cracked lips moved, but her voice was like a tight bow string.

What do she do?

Quinna's thin fingers clasped the chain of Trysa's wrist, and stuck in accurately at the gap between the chain connection.

Click!

Then, Trysa felt his wrist lightly.

Trysa saw it clearly that the opponent's nail seam was not dirt at all, but some kind of dark silver metal debris.

"Ah ah ah-"

The next moment, the moment of the shadow bats screamed through the moment when she screamed, Quinna had dragged her to fall to the ground.

"Damn! Don't escape!"

The whip spliming slightly on the top of the head, but it fluttered, and did not draw them.

But the next second, he was stared at by the shadow bats.

"No, no! No !!!"

"You damn monsters are a little farther away from me, don't come over!"

"Ah ah ah-"

His resistance was weak, and soon the sound of chewing came up.

In the dark, Teresa saw the fluorescent mucus stained on the guard's boots -those who were shattered and glowing juice exposed his position!

Dead.

Isn't this the first time Teresa had seen the dead, but it was the first time someone died in front of her.

Compared to fear of her heart, a special throbbing flashed.

That's ... excitement.

excited?

Why am I excited?

Then when she was confused, she thought about why she had such emotions ... she suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing towards herself.

She turned her head and just saw a huge shadow rushing towards herself!

"What!?"

At the end of the consciousness, she heard Quinna's anxious shout.

"careful!!!"

Trysa's eyes were dark.

"hiss……"

When Herbert returned to consciousness, he found that he had stood on the ground on the surface of the monastery.

The sun was spilled on his face through the colorful glass of the monastery, warm and soft, making him feel unreal.

It seems that everything happened before was just his absurd dream before he entered the bottom of the ground.

However, another feeling is constantly reminding him of those who are definitely not false, but real existence.

What is it?

It is pain.

The heart pain from the top of his head made Herbert unable to hold his teeth.

He slowly raised his hand and gently touched the new "horn" above his head.

"hiss!"

Just at the center of his head, he was hit at the center, and a half -finger -high bag was called ...

Hey, why is my head pointed?

"Swell ..."

Herbert blinked and shook his head with a bitter smile.

Well, now I am really a small dragon man.

"No, there is only one corner ... then I should be a unicorn!"

As Hebert spit out the dust that did not exist on his body, he shook his body.

He rubbed his pain on his head, and the lump disappeared instantly.

As a "pseudo master" who knows blood and blood, this ability is still captured.

Bishop Liga did not die, but gave him a small punishment.

Are you teased me?

Then I knock on your brain!

In the second game of the two, the two sides should be tied.

Herbert turned back and glanced at the long steps to the ground behind the ground. It seemed that the deepest place was faintly seen, the tall figure before the sanctuary.

It seems that just like Wangfu Shi, he waited hard to wait for the judge who left the ashes and then went back to chat with him after leaving.

Judgment: Wait, wait permanently.

For this reason, Herbert was silent, decisive, without hesitation, none of them twisted his head directly.

He didn't seem to see anything. He completely forgot that the judge existed, and he left.

What trial chief?

I didn't see it, I didn't see it, I didn't know.

Unrelated!

Herbert himself came out to find food to fill his stomach, but it was dragged away and wasted for a while, and it was finally taken away by a halfway.

Your Excellency the presiding judge, it's not that I ignore you, it's that you don't know how to cherish.

If you had argued with Bishop Ashes at that time and kept me with reason, wouldn't there be so many things?

Anyway, Herbert is now hungry and is going to eat.

And just as Herbert strode for a while and returned to the sunshine again, he exhaled gently.

"Huh..."

For some reason, after experiencing temptation and huge fear, he felt that his mood was inexplicably much more relaxed.

There is great terror and great wisdom between life and death.

Although Bishop Ashes did not let Herbert feel the great fear between real death, the strong fear that gave him his body instinctively at that moment also gave him a moment of enlightenment.

"No matter what, you still have to stick to the path you have chosen."

Herbert nodded and said to himself: "Next time I see her, I'd better be honest... I don't know."

Perhaps, this is his own style.

Even in the most serious moments, he can't help but have some fun.

Even if he pays some price for it, he thinks it's worth it.

"Okay, now, it's time to find my travel partner~ Who should I let go with me this time?"

"Ah, no, that's not right! I should eat first!"