Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 291: The Evil of Junlin! (4.2K plus 92)

"damn it!"

"Why is it a Paladin?!"

"Who let him in!?"

At this moment, even the most idiotic guy would understand the true identity of the boy in front of him.

Paladin.

Damn, where on earth did this crazy Paladin come from? ! ?

Doesn't he want to live anymore?

Do you really think you can judge them all?

Do you think you are a legendary paladin?

"idiot!"

A tall and thin businessman roared angrily: "Go to hell!"

His eyes were red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he held a dagger tightly in his hand, waving it in the direction of Herbert, and rushed over with staggering steps.

"Kill him!"

A businessman with a scar on his face roared. He drew a long sword from his waist, and the sword flashed a strange red light.

They were emitting a strong bloody light and rushed towards Herbert desperately, shouting all kinds of obscenities. Under the stimulation, they completely lost their usual disguise and calmness.

Other merchants also came to their senses. Some looked around in panic, trying to find hidden threats, while more asked their guards to protect them quickly.

It's going to be chaos here.

The idiot Paladin who doesn't recognize his own strength is nothing to be afraid of; the real crisis is other "companions"!

There must be someone who will take advantage of the situation to rob the gangs!

Before the angry slave traders took action, a strong bloody light burst out from their bodies.

Buzz——

The blood lights that appeared one after another kept overlapping, making the entire space seem to be soaked in blood and oozing with scarlet blood.

Or maybe, this is not just a description.

Because every luxurious decoration here, every gem inlaid, even every brick and stone! Every beam!

All of them are stained with the blood of slaves.

They are slave traders who trample on the lives of others and put a price on them.

Because of them, countless families have been separated.

Because of them, so many people have been displaced.

Because of them, so many innocent people have lost their freedom, been deprived of their dignity, and become lowly slaves.

Slave traders are the type of people that Paladins hate the most.

They are sinners.

It is an evil that must be eliminated!

Everyone knew that there was no room for maneuver between the two sides.

You die, I live!

"Kill him! Kill him!!!"

Facing the enemy who was rushing towards him like crazy, Herbert raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile.

"If you can face reality, I won't have to go through so much trouble."

He raised his hand and slowly drew out the long sword from his waist.

Clang——

He shook the sword lightly, and sacred runes appeared on the sword. The light flowed like a wave, dispelling the darkness around him.

This sword, which originally had no blessings, was engraved with deep-sea runes by Freme herself, and was later blessed by Flora.

It can be said that although this sword still has a simple appearance, its interior is completely different from the past.

The tall and thin businessman who rushed to Herbert first swung his dagger and stabbed him fiercely, but Herbert just gracefully turned sideways, as light as a swallow, and stretched out his left hand to grab the other's arm.

"There are too many flaws in the action."

In a flash, Herbert shook his head regretfully, and with a light pinch of his fingers, he broke the opponent's joints.

Click.

Then he swung it hard, and the tall and thin businessman flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit a table heavily, smashing it to pieces.

"ah!"

Immediately afterwards, the scarred merchant took the opportunity to attack, and slashed at Herbert's neck with his sword with a whistling sound.

clang.

This time, Herbert did not choose to dodge, but directly resisted, allowing the sword to chop his neck fiercely.

clang!!!

When the sword blade collided with the flesh and blood body, the two actually made a sound of metal clashing!

"What!?" The scar-faced businessman froze in ferocity and looked in shock at the young man who was smiling at him.

"Friend, haven't you eaten yet?"

While mocking, Herbert calmly raised his sword and accurately blocked the sneak attack from behind.

clang!

The two swords collided, making a sharp metallic collision sound - but it was far less shocking than the sound just now.

The attacker only felt a huge force coming along the dagger, which made his arm numb. He fell to his knees with the force, and his knees hit the ground heavily.

"No……"

While the guard was in a panic, Herbert took advantage of the situation and swung his sword backwards without looking back. The long sword drew a graceful arc in the air and chopped down fiercely.

Hiss—boom!

The head fell to the ground.

Blood splatters!

"High-level! No! He is a high-level Paladin!"

At the critical moment of life and death, the scar-faced merchant became much more sober, shouting and quickly retreating, but he was still a step too slow. The turned sword blade scratched his shoulder, and blood splattered.

"ah!"

He screamed, a look of fear on his face, and he no longer had the arrogance he had just had.

His shrill screams made the pupils of the slave traders who had originally not taken Herbert seriously suddenly shrink.

High level! ?

When they saw Herbert's age, they naturally thought of him as a novice paladin and did not take him seriously at all.

They thought Herbert was just an idiot with all the passion but no brains!

So, when they realized the other party's identity, they felt not fear, but anger.

Angry that the other party didn’t even take them seriously!

But now... advanced level! ?

This is a high-level paladin!

You know, among their guards, the strongest is only at the middle level! And there are only a few of them!

The Paladin is a very comprehensive profession and is generally very powerful.

To the mid- and low-level evil camp professionals, a high-level paladin is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, it's a sheer massacre!

However, after a brief shock, they were not particularly panicked.

"Damn you Paladin, this is not the place for you to be so arrogant!"

The scarred man fell to the ground, shouting in a timid tone: "Get out now! Otherwise..."

clang.

The sword blade swept across, seemingly gently chopping off his head.

Herbert tilted his head and asked the criminal who died with his eyes open with a smile: "Otherwise? Will anyone come to judge me?"

Just as Herbert was about to clean up the bugs further, a low roar suddenly came from underground.

roar!!!

"Oh?"

Herbert paused and blinked in surprise.

Any unexpected gains?

Click!

The next moment, the floor cracked and a figure rushed out from underground and fell heavily to the ground.

"roar!!!"

He was huge, twice as tall as an ordinary man, and his entire body was shrouded in a layer of black smoke. From time to time, red light flashed in the smoke, as if it were the flames of hell.

The rich smell of sulfur, accompanied by a strong stench, spread, filling the entire space with a blasphemous atmosphere.

"How dare you, a bunch of idiots, act so recklessly in Gorn's territory!?"

The figure roared, and the sound echoed in the tavern like thunder, making people's internal organs numb.

"Phew, great, he's not asleep!"

"Fortunately, the [Rager] didn't go out, huh..."

But after seeing this terrifying figure, the merchants breathed a sigh of relief, stopped their attacks, and their faces showed a mixture of awe and relief.

This is their confidence.

Is it really just because of the established rules that these guys can sit together in harmony?

What a joke.

Without absolute power as a guarantee, they would have already resorted to robbing each other of their own foes!

[The Fury Gorn]!

This legendary strong man who has ruled this camp for three hundred years is the reason why they sit down and talk honestly.

He had been hiding in taverns, providing shelter to slave traders while also charging high profits.

With this lord here, there will be no trouble here!

A high-level paladin?

Oh!

Not good enough at all!

Facing this powerful being, Herbert frowned with a very serious expression.

He stared at this guy and analyzed him carefully - he really wanted to figure out what this guy was.

"This aura...a legendary demon?"

“Well, that’s not right. Even if he just entered the Legendary stage, he is not that weak, and the demonic aura is not that thin.”

When all the information is combined, the answer is clear.

"So, a pseudo-legendary demon hybrid?"

Pseudo-legend is a "realm" between high-level and legendary, which is forcibly improved by special means.

The strength is indeed stronger than the high-level ones, but it is really limited.

As for comparing it with the legend... don't even bother with it, just go and play wherever you like.

“…That’s it?”

After finding out the other party's background, Herbert curled his lips and felt very bored for a moment.

So, this is your confidence?

This guy, let alone asking Eliza to take action, even if he did it himself, it is not impossible to solve the problem as long as he puts in a little more effort.

In addition, Herbert heard another key word and took the initiative to talk to Gon: "Hey, are you also a [Rager]?"

"Um?"

Ghosn was originally showing off to the slave traders, ready to take this opportunity to rip them off, and he also didn't take Herbert seriously.

And now, instead of running away, this kid actually took the initiative to talk to him! ?

He turned back, glared at Herbert, and roared, "What!? Are you dissatisfied with Lord Gon? "

"I am the Fury!!!"

Feeling the foul breath coming towards him, Herbert narrowed his eyes and frowned in disgust.

He shook his head with emotion and said to himself: "No, I just think it's a good thing that I didn't bring Valentina this time."

"If Valentina saw that you and she had the same title, she would probably be very angry... I think this place would be reduced to a scorched earth."

There is no doubt that Valentina would explode if she were here.

Who the hell do you have the same name as me?!

Herbert's undisguised expression of disdain deeply hurt Ghosn, making him even more angry and roaring loudly.

"What's that look in your eyes!?"

He punched it, deciding to kill the damn bug first and then blackmail the remaining merchants.

"Go to hell!"

But Ghosn was soon stunned. His huge fist was actually blocked by the boy with his bare hands! ?

"Sorry, um, did you use too much force?" the boy asked with a strange look on his face.

"snort!"

Gorn was stunned at first, then he quickly burst into laughter: "You are quite strong! But do you think you can defeat me with just this little strength, Paladin?"

The demon hybrid laughed wildly, and the air around him began to distort. Several black shadow tentacles stretched out from the shadows under his feet and grabbed Herbert.

"Oh? Shadow tentacles?"

Herbert looked at the shadow tentacles with great curiosity.

However, before the tentacles could rush over and tie up Herbert, they were pinned down by several other darker and thicker tentacles, and instantly merged into the shadows beneath their feet.

Miss Harmony God expressed a speechless thought in Herbert's heart: ["This guy's bloodline power is really weak."]

Herbert curled his lips secretly.

It’s bad enough that you boast about other people’s tentacles, but you also complain that they are not strong enough. That’s really too much!

Thinking about this, Herbert took the initiative to apologize to Ghosn: "Sorry."

Ghosn: ???

No, what the fuck are you apologizing for?

wrong!

Where are my tentacles!?

The two arrogant tricks were easily resolved. Ghosn couldn't hold on to his dignity and laughed in anger: "You! Good, good, good! Look at me..."

However, just before Ghosn could continue, a terrifying blood light deeper than any previous one suddenly burst out after being suppressed for a long time.

Buzz!!!

The dark red blood light swept across, and the entire space seemed to have fallen into the deepest abyss.

The dark red blood light strangled all sounds.

In the cold silence, only the sound of light footsteps could be heard.

Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da…

A figure wearing a black veil and a dark red court dress slowly walked up to Herbert.

She is the source of all the dark red blood light.

puff.

And just as she passed by, Ghosn, who had been arrogant and ready to show his true skills, instantly shattered and turned into a pool of pus and blood.

In just a moment, the "legend" that had ruled this camp for three hundred years disappeared, without even leaving a last word.

After doing all this, Eliza turned and looked at the completely stunned businessmen.

"Hey, you bugs."

Eliza looked at the slave traders with different expressions with contempt, and said arrogantly, "What do you want to do?"

"A bunch of disgusting bugs also want to attack him?"

The scarlet eyes were as bright as dazzling stars, piercing into the hearts of the slave traders like a knife.

"Have you asked me?"

Behind him, Herbert looked at the domineering vampire lady in surprise.

It feels a bit strange.

But Herbert knew that this might be one side of the real Eliza - well, the real Eliza.

Stimulated by Detect Evil, Eliza's past memories were completely awakened.

The once bloodthirsty and terrifying [Prince of Blood] has come again.

In front of Herbert, Eliza was unable to stand up due to various constraints, and she seemed like a small fry in a funny role.

However, she would not show any restraint in front of these guys.

This is an executioner walking in the dark, who has taken the lives of countless of his own people.

Her evilness and terror far surpass those of these people!

“…”

As if sensing Herbert's strange gaze, Eliza turned her head slightly and looked coldly at the young man with flying white hair.

“Tsk!”

Then - the small-time vampire, who was only handsome for three seconds, pursed his lips and returned to his usual embarrassing appearance.

Eliza muttered indignantly, "Don't think you've won! I haven't given up yet! You are not my master! I don't have a master either!"

"No!"

She raised her head stubbornly, stiffened her neck and said loudly: "No one can be my master!"

"Not even the gods can do that!!!"

That’s right, this is Miss Vampire and her final stubbornness.

I have no master!

Humph, no...

…

…

While Eliza cruelly vented her shame on the group of lucky sinners, Herbert considerately left the stage to her alone and went to the place where the slaves were imprisoned.

Then……

"Um?"

"Where's Cyril?"