Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation

Chapter 191 Wings of the Fallen Angel (4/6, additional update 29)

"My body is as hard as a blade! My will is as firm as iron! My waist——-can still hold up for now.

"Well, for now."

After finally making Miss Hungry Dragon sleep and letting her fall into a deep sleep again after tasting the afterglow of victory, the tired Herbert finally got a brief relief.

It's a pity that he didn't see the rising sun this time and didn't summarize the second law of sunrise.

Although he wanted to go back to his little room to have a good rest now, unfortunately, the work was not yet done.

Herbert gained more than just a drop of demon tears in his conversation with the monster girls this time.

He came to another compartment and reached out to his shadow. hand.

The shadow under his feet trembled slightly, and a shadow tentacle stretched out from it, handing the black feather rolled in it to Herbert's hand.

Although he didn't have a magical prop like a storage bag, he had a more convenient storage space for his own shadow.

To be precise, he put it in Nenasha's hand and asked her to help keep it.

As for where they were hidden, he didn't intend to ask more, anyway, he couldn't understand it now.

The feather was completely black under the light without any other colors, like a black hole that absorbed all the surrounding light. It exudes a mysterious and profound aura.

Herbert took the half-meter-long feather and waved it gently.

The feather waved gently in his hand, without tearing the space or exerting any special functions. It seemed ordinary.

But Herbert knew that this was not its true power at all.

Herbert placed his fingertips on the feather and slid it gently. He didn't even feel any resistance, and found that his finger had been cut with a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

This feather is extremely sharp.

Even sharper than his sword. Sharp!

But it is extremely light, without much weight at all. When it is put down from the hand, it will fall in the air like other feathers.

Feather of the Fallen Angel.

Herbert took a deep breath and carefully took the feather back into his hand.

This is the first epic monster material he has obtained!

"It is so beautiful———"

He sighed and gently smeared the blood flowing from his fingertips on the feather.

The blood was not absorbed by the feather, but condensed into crystal balls on the feather.

["Have you really decided to absorb it now?\