Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 417 - 275 Slave Revolt (5K, Additional - s 84, 85)_3

Chapter 417: 275 Slave Revolt (5K, Additional Chapters 84, 85)_3

The damp air carried a scent of blood, a "tool" obtained by a prisoner biting through their own wrist.

!!!

Teresa shuddered, realizing what was about to happen...

Someone was attempting to escape under the cover of darkness!

Suddenly, a battle broke out.

"Ah!!!"

As the first slave used a broken rib to stab through a guard’s ankle, Teresa was being pulled close to the rock wall by Quinna.

Beads of hot blood splattered onto her monocle, and through the blood-soaked silk, she saw a prisoner explode into countless fragments.

Boom!

At the moment of the explosion, flames burst forth!

Whoosh——

The light startled the swarm of bats overhead!

Thousands of giant bats descended from above, rushing towards the light.

"Here they come."

In the midst of panic, Quinna suddenly grabbed Teresa’s wrist. Her dry, cracked lips moved, but her voice was as taut as a bowstring.

What was she going to do?

Quinna’s bony fingers grasped the chain on Teresa’s wrist, precisely targeting the gap in the chain’s links.

Click!

Soon after, Teresa felt a lightness on her wrist.

It was then she noticed that what was lodged in Quinna’s nails wasn’t dirt, but some kind of dark silver metallic debris.

"Aaaaah——"

The next moment, as the bats’ shrill cries pierced the air above, Quinna had already pulled Teresa down to the ground.

"Damn it! No one is allowed to escape!"

The crack of a whip snapped overhead, but it missed them, hitting nothing but air.

Yet, the next second, the bats turned their attention to him.

"No, no! No!!!"

"You damned creatures, get away from me, don’t come any closer!"

"Aaaaah——"

His resistance was futile, and soon the sounds of chewing and devouring could be heard.

In the darkness, Teresa saw the glow-in-the-dark slime on the Guard Captain’s boots—revealing his location due to the crushed luminous slugs!

Someone has died.

Though it wasn’t Teresa’s first encounter with death, it was the first time someone died right in front of her.

Instead of fear, she felt a peculiar thrill.

Was that... excitement?

Excitement?

Why was she excited?

While wondering about her emotions, she suddenly felt a gust rushing toward her.

She turned her head just in time to see a massive shadow charging toward her!

"What!?"

In her last conscious moment, she heard Quinna’s urgent shout.

"Watch out!!!"

Everything went black for Teresa.

.

.

"Hiss..."

When Herbert regained consciousness, he found himself standing on the surface of the monastery grounds.

Sunlight poured through the monastery’s stained glass, warming his face with a gentle touch, giving him a surreal feeling.

It was as if everything that happened before was just a bizarre dream he had before entering the sanctuary below.

However, another feeling constantly reminded him it wasn’t a dream, but very real.

What was it?

Pain.

A sharp pain radiated from his head, making Herbert grit his teeth.

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

"Hiss!"

Right at the center of his forehead, a half-finger-high bump had formed...

Hey, why is my head pointy?

"It’s swollen..."

Herbert blinked and shook his head with a wry smile.

Well, now I’m quite the prominent little dragon person.

"Wait, with just one horn... doesn’t that make me a unicorn?"

Herbert, grumbling, patted the non-existent dust off himself and wobbled a bit.

With a painful squeeze at the bump on his head, it instantly vanished.

As a "pseudo-master" of flesh and blood knowledge, this kind of ability was second nature to him.

The Ashen Bishop hadn’t hit him too hard, just giving him a light punishment.

Are you messing with me?

Then I’ll just knock on your skull!

The second round between the two seemed to end in a draw.

Herbert turned and glanced at the long stairs descending beneath him, vaguely seeing the towering figure standing silently before the sanctuary.

He also seemed to spot the Chief Judge, waiting like a stone statue hoping he’d return from the Ashen Bishop to continue their talk.

Chief Judge: Waiting, eternally waiting.

With that, Herbert paused, decisively turning away without hesitation or any hint of reluctance.

It was as if he saw nothing, completely ignoring the Chief Judge’s existence, striding away with purpose.

What Chief Judge?

Didn’t see him, don’t know him.

Irrelevant!

Herbert had merely ventured out for some food, but ended up being detained, delaying him for a while, and finally snatched away midway.

Your Honor, it’s really not that I’m ignoring you, it’s that you didn’t cherish the opportunity!

If you’d just argued a bit more with the Ashen Bishop and insisted on keeping me, wouldn’t it have saved a lot of trouble?

Anyway, Herbert was now hungry and was off to eat.

As Herbert walked under the sunlight once more, he exhaled softly.

"Phew..."

For some reason, after all the temptation and immense fear, he felt unexpectedly lighter at heart.

Between life and death, there is great fear, and often great wisdom too.

Though the Ashen Bishop didn’t allow Herbert to experience the full terror of death, the momentary terror induced by his primal instincts gave him a sudden insight.

"No matter what, I must stick to the path I’ve chosen."

Herbert nodded to himself, mumbling: "Next time I see her, maybe I should behave... yeah, right."

Perhaps, that’s just his style.

Even in the most serious moments, he couldn’t help but find some amusement.

Even if it costs him, he found it worthwhile.

"Alright, now, time to find my travel companion~ Who should join me this time?"

"Ah, no, wait! I need to eat first!"