Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 717 - 386 Special Instruction (8K, please subscribe!)_4
Then he decisively went to inquire about more details from the Rusted Nail Bishop, striving to ensure that all details were done perfectly.
Things have come to this point, then let's go.
Since there's no way to escape, he could only enjoy it.
Anyway, Nenasha had already promised that they wouldn't be discovered, so even if something went wrong, it wouldn't be his fault.
As long as the biggest secret isn't exposed, this trip will be beneficial and harmless.
Besides, Herbert is just going to lend a hand this time, not actually act as a henchman.
As long as he keeps a low profile and doesn't attract the attention of the Sinful Desire Church, there probably won't be any major issues.
Hmm... probably.
Although Herbert had a faint feeling that things might not go as he expected, he chose to pretend he didn't feel it.
After inquiring with the Rusted Nail Bishop, Herbert leisurely arrived at the stone chamber to take away the Angel Battle Armor.
As soon as he entered, he was—ambushed!
Although he quickly realized that the "assassin" was actually the armor he was supposed to wear, Herbert couldn't help but shake his head and reflect: "Indeed, wrongdoing eventually catches up... wait, no! Since ancient times, beauties have faced tragic ends, um, that's not right either!" 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
"Ahem, it's always the sneaky ones who try to harm me."
Herbert grumbled internally, then raised his head to look at the other two people in the stone chamber.
His gaze swept over the young female knight briefly and then settled on the one-eyed old knight.
Despite only having High Tier strength, the knight in front of Herbert felt no less than a typical Legendary.
The two exchanged glances, neither speaking first.
Morton maintained a vigilant posture, his right hand firmly gripping the hilt of his sword, his right eye fixed on Herbert's right hand.
"Sir, you... oh?"
Herbert was about to greet him, but seeing the old knight's demeanor, he raised his eyebrows slightly, realizing something.
It felt like he was witnessing a volcano on the verge of eruption, suppressed for many years, seeking an outlet.
Or perhaps he saw a decaying, broken tree striving to grow a new bud from where it had broken.
Is it destruction, or rebirth?
Morton was waiting for an opportunity.
"... Heh, that's fine."
Herbert smiled slightly, not asking anything, just nodding at Morton and chuckling, "If you want to try, I don't mind."
Returning the favor.
The Monastery had always treated Herbert well, and he wanted to repay the kindness.
No need to ask for a reason, no need for any conditions; Herbert didn't mind helping out a fellow from the Monastery.
If I am your opportunity for advancement, then go ahead.
"Whew!"
Herbert's permission was like a tonic for Morton, who suddenly exhaled deeply and nodded heavily.
The old knight unsheathed his Longsword, his voice carrying a hint of excitement as he said in a deep voice, "Thank you for your generosity! Please pardon my rudeness!"
Morton took a deep breath, his left eye widening suddenly.
"Ha!"
With a low growl, the exposed skin all over his body rapidly blushed, tiny beads of blood oozing from his various wounds.
Thump thump!
His heart pounded wildly, his entire body temperature rising.
The aura from him surged rapidly, quickly approaching that of a typical Legendary.
Morton aimed to adjust to his best state, attempting to find an opportunity for advancement!
"Huff, huff, huff..."
But just as Morton was about to swing his first sword with full force, the once dismantled armor suddenly floated up, automatically shielding Herbert.
Click click click click!
The entire set of armor quickly assembled, standing like an empty-shelled Angel, loyally protecting Herbert in front.
Divine Artifact protects its master!
Then...
"Tsk! Don't mess around, move aside!" Herbert clicked his tongue and smacked his lips in annoyance, then slapped it away with one hand.
Why are you getting in my way now?
Seriously, can't you read the situation?
Didn't you see I was helping someone break through?
The self-protecting battle armor never expected to be unexpectedly attacked by the person it was guarding, and was instantly defenseless.
The Angel Battle Armor was once again scattered all over the place by a casual slap from Herbert, landing messily.
Clatter...
Zoira stared blankly at this scene, not knowing what expression to wear.
"Ah, this..."
Even as a seasoned "admirer," even having deeply longed for this Angel Battle Armor since childhood.
Seeing this scene, she couldn't help but deeply question herself.
What has all these years of insistence been for?
Was her effort... truly worth it?
And, is the Angel Battle Armor really that important?
Had she always been wasting most of her energy on this?
Herbert couldn't have anticipated that just a couple of casual slaps would cause an experienced "admirer" to doubt her goddess.
Indeed, classical mechanics remains timeless.
The weapon of critique will never surpass the critique of the weapon.
And without interference from outsiders, Morton adjusted himself to the best state.
Just as Herbert withdrew his hand after striking down the armor, Morton seized the opportunity and attacked instantly.
Holding his breath, focusing... strike!
Swoosh——
He erupted with immense strength in an instant.
Morton condensed all the tempered memories of his two hundred years of life, the pain and anger he had endured, and his insights over the years into one point.
