Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

When Herbert arrived at the place where the slaves were held, the riot had subsided.

After a brief period of turmoil, the place returned to its previous tranquility - well, only relatively speaking.

It wasn't completely quiet, but it lacked some of Cyril's powerful cries.

Instead, there was the chaotic sound of whipping and some weak and powerless screams.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

"Ah! Ahem! Ugh!?"

"No! Ah——"

“Ahhhhhh!”

"No! Stop hitting me... ah!?"

However, this time, the people who were hung on the chains and whipped were guards instead of slaves.

The slaves who were once imprisoned in cages were released and turned into vengeful demons, biting the villains who inflicted pain on them.

The abuser was tied up and became the helpless victim.

The abused picked up the whip and turned into abusers... no, they were the avengers.

Offense and defense have changed.

Innocent people were given weapons and the evil ones were punished.

Ignoring the gore, this is a very enjoyable scene.

The only drawback is that these people who were beaten obviously lacked momentum and their voices were not manly at all!

In fact, it’s no wonder that they are cowardly and fearful - the vengeful ghosts look so terrifying.

Especially a few fat men, who were laughing wildly and beating a headless, tall, strong and testicleless body crazily.

The scene was not unusual, but Herbert took a closer look at it.

"Huh?"

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Herbert always felt something was odd, and vaguely felt that the way they walked was a little weird...

Maybe his feet or legs were injured during the abuse?

Hey, what else?

Could it be that the chrysanthemums are withered?

"...Hiss, no, it's hard to say."

Herbert thought of some memes about the local specialties that must be eaten, and recalled the classification of categories that he had heard people talk about, and silently wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Ahem, who knows? Well, it has nothing to do with me."

Everyone, you must respect individual sexual preferences!

Don't understand, but respect.

Herbert was standing there sighing, and his presence also attracted the attention of some slaves.

"Um?"

“Someone is coming!”

"Get ready!"

After being freed from the cages, a dozen strong slaves pulled the weapons and armor from the guards, divided them up, and prepared to fight to the death with the slave traders.

It's a pity that there are too many people and too little resources. Three people can only share one sword, four people can share one shield, and one person can only get a piece of leather armor to protect his vital parts.

In order to prevent slaves from escaping, the camp was specially set up in the valley, leaving only two roads.

One is the trade route into the dark area, and the other is the way to survive to the outside world.

Since there is no way to escape, the only option left is to fight to the death.

If you fail, you will die!

And now, Herbert, who happened to appear in their sight at this moment, became the first target.

The noble temperament emanating from the white-haired boy, coupled with his handsome face... He doesn't look like a mortal, but more like a pure white angel who has strayed into this place.

After the initial shock, the slaves came to their senses - this boy must not be a slave.

He is either a slave trader or their lackey!

No matter who they are, if they appear here, they are their enemies.

"Kill him!"

"No! Catch him! Get the information out of him!"

"Yes! Catch him alive!"

They rushed towards Herbert in a swarm with great momentum.

However, the slaves were unaware of one crucial fact.

When they noticed Herbert, he had already been observing them for a long time.

"……well."

These guys are skin and bones due to long-term hunger. Three of them cannot even make up the weight of two people. They will fall down if the wind blows.

weak.

Too weak.

They were so weak that he didn't dare to fight back, for fear that a slight touch would kill them directly...

However, although these guys are indeed a group of vulnerable rabble, they are also undoubtedly a group of desperate criminals who have been forced into a desperate situation.

The army that mourns will win.

With the will to survive, they may be able to unleash even more amazing fighting power than anyone else!

Well...it's not very useful though.

Even if the combat power of the weaklings doubled, it could only barely reach the double-digit mark.

The cardinality is too small, so it is meaningless even if multiplication is used.

Explosion is only useful when the strength of the enemy and our side is not much different, and it can knock the enemy to the ground.

If the gap is too great, then you can only pray that you are the destined protagonist.

Like learning a technique that can increase power exponentially, or the special ability of the concept god... At the very least, you have to join a mysterious sect that can lock blood and blue.

A little "ding"

"Ah, then give it a ding."

Thinking about this, Herbert shook his head and slowly drew out his sword.

clang...

Herbert's attitude of drawing the sword made the slaves more convinced that their idea was correct. They became even more excited and rushed forward with roars.

"He dares to draw his sword!?"

"He is indeed a slave trader!!!"

“Catch him!!!”

"It's all because of them that we are in such trouble!"

The evil spirits bent on revenge lost their minds and attacked the strange boy.

This scene was seen by everyone here. Some people even turned their heads away and closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight.

"Oh, it's like this again."

In fact, after "hope" appeared, not everyone was thinking about rebelling.

Some of the slaves had been held captive for a long time and had seen too many failed escapes.

In the end, all the slaves who tried to escape were hung in front of their cages and rotted away bit by bit.

They have been domesticated to a great extent and know how to avoid being abused and what to do to get more food.

numbness?

Or maybe, my heart is dead.

No one will come to rescue them.

Neither do the gods.

They had prayed countless times, but in the end no one came to save them.

These people's hearts are dead, and they just hope to meet a kinder master who doesn't treat them like slave traders.

As for resistance?

That would only anger the slave traders, making their revenge even more brutal, and even affecting these "innocent" people.

Herbert got closer and closer to the slaves, and finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore.

"stop!"

An anxious voice drowned out all the shouts and screams, angrily scolding the group of idiots.

"All of you stop it!"

"Don't be so presumptuous in front of you!!!"

On the other side of the camp, the monks of the Misty Monastery continued to disguise themselves and did not reveal their identities like Cyril until they had figured out the current situation.

However, when someone saw Herbert draw his sword, he finally couldn't help it.

not good!

If we don’t handle it well, something terrible will happen!

Although they didn't believe that Herbert would attack innocent slaves, they didn't know what would happen accidentally.

It is true that the Paladin will not attack the weak, but what if the opponent is not innocent?

Even if we take a step back, can't the Paladin fight back after being attacked?

"Everyone stop!"

Varo in the crowd shouted at the top of his voice, trying to stop these idiots from seeking their own death.

A bunch of idiots!

Don’t you know your own strength?!

In fact, Varro's rebuke seemed to be a warning to the slaves, but in fact it was conveying a message to Herbert.

These are good people!

Your Excellency, these are all good people!!!

But don't be impulsive -

"What?"

“…Stop?”

The slaves were not idiots. After hearing Varo's cry, they realized something was wrong.

But he had already picked up speed and couldn't stop, so he could only stumble and continue rushing towards Herbert.

"……well."

Facing the thugs rushing towards him, Herbert simply shook his head slightly and raised his sword.

Then, he flicked the sword blade with his fingers.

bite!

bite--

In an instant, the crisp sound dispelled all the noise.

Then, everyone present heard Herbert's calm and emotionless words.

"Kneel down."

He said - [Kneel down]!

As soon as the words fell, people and horses fell to the ground.

The dozen or so slaves fell heavily to the ground.

Crash!

“Hey hey hey!”

"My legs!"

"Ah! Don't, don't push me!"

The legs of the dozen or so slaves seemed to have their own will. Their knees softened and they fell to their knees in front of Herbert with a thump.

Boom, boom, boom…

And because they were still rushing forward, they were pushed into each other by inertia and rolled into a ball, almost causing a stampede.

When they all stopped, the slave who was in the front was pressed to the bottom, and his eyes stopped just in front of Herbert's toes.

As long as they looked up, they could see those emotionless light-colored eyes looking at them silently.

Herbert nodded silently, then shook his head and sighed softly.

"well."

He did not mean to despise the slaves in his heart. After all, there was a huge difference in strength between them. It was already very good that they had such courage.

He nodded, showing satisfaction with his sudden inspiration.

"Well, the effect is pretty good."

This is the ability of the Devil's Tongue, which gives Herbert's words power, and can incite hypnotists collectively, and even impose suggestions in their minds.

However, if the target is changed to a group of weak mortals, the situation will become very different.

This terrifying power will be transformed into an order that must be enforced.

Or rather... [Law]!

Shaking his head means he is expressing regret, feeling that this ability can only be used to bully the weak, and is not effective against enemies of the same level.

In fact, as soon as Herbert opened his mouth, not only those idiots, but the entire slave camp fell to their knees.

No matter what posture or what the other slaves were doing, they all stopped what they were doing and automatically knelt down in the direction of Herbert.

Because the incident happened suddenly, Herbert's sneak attack was too sudden, and some monks in the monastery were not spared!

Only a few high-level monks remained standing, and then they knelt down after realizing that something was wrong.

The ignorant slaves could not understand what Herbert had done. They were only terrified and felt that they had encountered a miracle from God.

But for those of them who know the business, Herbert's operation... they can't understand it either!

What exactly happened?

Word spirit?

What you say is what you do?

An imperial decree?

Is Herbert so powerful?

No, has he really not yet become a legend?

Cyril's previous attitude was not an isolated case, and not everyone was convinced by Herbert.

Many geniuses in the past may not say it outwardly, but they still have a sense of competition in their hearts.

Give me some more time, I may not be inferior to him!

But at this moment, all the dissatisfaction was swallowed up in his stomach. He lowered his head in shock and dared not show it anymore.

They secretly looked at the only figure standing tall in the field, and many thoughts flashed through their minds, but in the end they just turned into a sigh.

"What kind of monster is this..."

This extraordinary strength can almost be regarded as inhuman power.

If it weren't for the pure holy power and dazzling holy marks on Herbert's body, they would really suspect that he had paid a huge price to an unknown evil god in exchange for this power.

Well.

Although these people's process was completely wrong, the results were unexpectedly right.

All the power that Herbert possessed came from inhuman things!

And Herbert did pay a huge and terrible price - referring to the fact that he had a chatterbox and a humorous person in his mind who loved to argue.

This kind of constant mental attack can definitely be considered internal injury!

【"Um?"】

The sensitive God of Comedy poked his head in and questioned his ally with a long criminal record: [“Hey! Are you saying bad things about me again?”]

“…”

The mortals said nothing and just shook their heads.

Can't hear, can't hear, can't hear...

[“Hey! Speak up! If you keep doing this, I’ll be mad!”]

"Hush, be quiet, I still have some important things to deal with here." Herbert applied for another fight.

But the God of Harmony keenly grasped his loophole and shouted: [“Aha! You didn’t deny it! I knew I was right!”]

As for the God of Harmony's relentlessness, mortals just smiled.

"hehe."

Since you have already guessed it, why do you have to ask again?

Aren't you just asking for trouble?

What a strange habit.

While Herbert was arguing with Nenasha, the slaves kneeling on the ground looked at him in awe.

If Herbert was just like a lost angel before, now he is more like an incarnation of God walking on earth.

He looked like a god just by standing there.

"……hehe."

Herbert felt the different looks, his heart moved slightly, and he chuckled twice.

Is this what it feels like to be awed?

It's not like he hasn't done something similar before.

But those are either in front of a small number of people, or they are feared by monsters with insufficient intelligence.

This was the first time he felt such awe from a mortal.

It seemed as if an invisible force emerged from them and then merged into his body... no, it all merged into the shadow under his feet.

Um?

Herbert frowned slightly and curled his lips in amusement.

No, buddy?

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the glutton in the shadows.

"Nenasha, what are you doing?"