"Admittedly, although they were legendary in terms of strength, their performance before death was not that shocking."
Although Herbert was outside the Third Commandment House, with the help of Nenasha, he knew everything that was happening inside.
It can be said that no one understands what happened inside better than him.
The battle in there, hey!
It was so horrific, so unbearable to look at.
"To be frank, their performance was somewhat embarrassing, even shameful."
Burned by lava, melted in the song, launched a fearless charge towards the dragon, lost in the illusion, strangled by blood relatives...
Is this the strength that a legendary strongman should have
That's called fighting
No.
It was nothing more than a one-sided massacre.
These legendary dark elves didn't make many waves before they died.
It was like a stone thrown into the lake. Although it created tiny ripples, they completely dissipated in a moment without causing much splash at all.
But, are they... really that weak
Are they just a bunch of trash
Herbert shook his head, rejecting the idea.
Of course not.
"To judge whether someone is strong or weak, there is a necessary prerequisite, which is to choose a reference object."
"Compared to who I was a month ago, I am undoubtedly a very strong and powerful person at this moment."
"Except for the fact that his mind has not changed, it can almost be said that he is completely superior in terms of strength, speed, physique, charm, and perception."
He raised his arm and grasped the moon. The holy marks lit up from his fingertips, all the way down, and finally through his sleeves, reflecting the sacred lines.
High-level holy power, high-level physical body, and a month of intensive training in combat skills, these three combined together were enough for him to charge into the wilderness single-handedly and fight his way in and out of it seven times.
Herbert has a fairly clear and objective understanding of himself.
He is really not weak now, and he is strong enough to bully the weak.
But at the same time—it’s not really that strong.
"But compared to those legends... I am an absolute weakling."
"Whether it's the 'good man' or the 'wise man', I don't have the confidence that I can last more than ten moves against them."
Especially that "wise man", who relied on sacrificing others and actually held on to the end with the joint efforts of Kreti and Flora, and almost allowed him to escape to other areas.
"Not to mention the most destructive 'madman' among them. If I were to face him in that violent state, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have time to run away."
With speed, strength and physique all at a disadvantage, whether he can break through the defense is a question worth thinking about. If they really fight, it will be like Loki fighting the Hulk - he will be directly smashed to pieces.
"But they are dead now, all of them."
"They died at the hands of the monsters that I casually interacted with, chatted with, and played with on a daily basis... And they died in such a vulnerable manner."
Herbert had a subtle expression, with one eyebrow raised, recalling the various scenes he had seen in his perception.
He was not unaware of the strength of the monster girls, and he also had a rough estimate of their abilities.
But when he really witnessed it "with his own eyes", he couldn't help but sigh.
I was really brave before!
Wow, how dare I!
Not to mention Valentina, Miss Hungry Dragon's destructive power when she's furious has always been amazing.
For the first time, Herbert saw directly how horrible it was that Fremena's singing could kill people without anyone noticing.
When the victim first hears the song, he is unaware of it, and there are no major changes on his body. However, once a bleeding wound appears on his body, the corrosive force will take effect immediately and corrode him completely.
The song was like a non-toxic, colorless, tasteless, but ferocious poison that killed people instantly.
What surprised Herbert the most was actually Miss Treasure Chest Mimic (Coffin-shaped).
Eliza, aren't you the funny character squatting in the coffin
I think about eating delicious food and drinking spicy drinks all day long, but every time I drink the spicy food, I feel like I am dying and squatting in a coffin.
Herbert was worried that she might fail in this link, so he prepared some extra insurance measures, but in the end he never had time to use them.
Eliza started with group forced control, pulling all enemies including legends into the illusion with one move, and then leisurely sucked their blood one by one.
This, this is not right!
How come he looks so handsome this time!
Did you open it
Or did he ask the god to come to Aizen
When did the mirror flowers and water moons appear
From the beginning?!
This treasure chest is so cunning, we must not keep it!
Next time, add spicy and spicy ingredients to her blood bag...
After watching their performance, Herbert was indeed greatly shocked, and he felt more and more impressed by his brave behavior.
What does it mean that ignorance is fearless
What does it mean that a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger
What does it mean that a strong woman is afraid of a clinging man... ahem.
Seriously.
If Herbert had a clear understanding of their strength earlier... He might still do the same thing, but it would definitely not be as natural as before, and the result might be different from now.
So, in many cases, knowledge is like a curse, a curse that makes people become more and more cautious and timid.
The more ignorant a person is, the more arrogant he becomes; the more knowledgeable a person is, the more low-key he becomes.
Ignorance is not necessarily wrong, but over-expansion is definitely wrong.
"I am not the strong one. I have no right to look down on their strength."
Herbert shook his head and put himself in the right position: "The truly powerful ones have always been Valentina and the others."
Although he now has the ability to command them, this power comes from his identity as a prison warden and from his control over the Third Discipline House.
It was power, but not power that belonged entirely to him.
A blacksmith must be strong himself.
If I want to truly become the master who controls them, my current level is far from enough and I need to continue working hard.
[“You’re calmer than I thought. I thought I should… give you some advice.”]
"Did you want to take this opportunity to give me a good beating?"
[“No, no~”]
Herbert curled his lips at the slightly guilty voice, but did not insist on it. Instead, he asked a question that concerned him:
"Are Valentina and the others quite special even among the legends?"
[“Hmm? You just noticed it?”]
Nenasha was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile:
[“Let’s not talk about anything else, just talk about that little dragon. A normal giant dragon is far less than a hundred meters long. A dragon that is half her size is already a very large individual.”]
Body size may not necessarily represent overall strength, but it can explain a lot of problems.
[“The Siren Royal Family, the Vampire Prince, the Dark Elves who are obsessed with studying flesh and blood, the wise men among the demons, the devils who only focus on noble blood, the fallen angels in their original form…”]
[“Yes, it’s just as you thought.”]
At the highest point of the monastery, the evil god whispered softly in the boy's ear:
[“The prisoners held in this prison…”
[“All of them are special bodies.”]
Chapter 115: Specific Body (3/3, please read it later)
"A special body?"
Herbert thought about the word and raised his eyebrows slightly.
In other words, they are all special individuals
Built-in elite entry? Natural boss
So, is Valentina actually a battle-hardened Gold Rathalos
Well, I feel that she is still much stronger than my wife. After all, not all fire dragons can cast on the earth...
"Are variants rare?"
[“One in ten thousand. Some species are even one in a million.”]
Herbert raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise: "In other words, they are actually geniuses of different races?"
The Proud Daughter of Heaven - Monster Girl Version
[“It may seem so to outsiders, but to the special bodies, they may not think so.”]
The evil god was always very serious when talking about serious matters, earnestly popularizing the secret knowledge to his allies: [“In the past, the anomaly had another name—the gifted and cursed.”]
Herbert:
He understood the gift, but where did the curse come from
[“As special individuals that are extremely rare to appear, the anomalies are blessed and possess powerful powers far exceeding those of their own kind.”]
[“This power may be manifested in various aspects, such as huge size, extraordinary intelligence, cold mind, special charm, unique ability…”]
[“But at the same time, the anomalies are also cursed.”]
The evil god asked softly: [“You understand, right? Too much power may not necessarily bring goodwill, and sometimes it will also bring unwarranted malice.”]
[“Some people will covet their bloodline and want to take the power they have been given for themselves, while others will fear their power and try to kill them as soon as possible.”]
[“As aliens, the anomalies are destined to be rejected and feared by their own kind, and eventually embark on a lonely road full of blood and fire.”]
[“Blessed and cursed, living and dying, they spend their entire lives on this path of opportunity and danger.”]
After saying this in a deep tone, Nenasha's tone suddenly changed and she said with a smile: ["Well, it's not that serious actually. It depends on how the anomalies view it personally."]
[“You can consider this a curse from fate, a gift from fate, or even a test from fate~”]
"… "
After Nenasha finished speaking, Herbert thought a lot.
Valentina was exiled by her family because of her great power, Freme was unable to communicate with her tribe because of her singing, Sfannie was feared by her tribe because of her forbidden research, and Flora took the initiative to stay away from her tribe because of her calm mind...
Although their past misfortunes were different, they all seemed to be caused by their own uniqueness.
"Is it a gift from fate, or a curse?"
Herbert thought for a long time, and finally shook his head and said lightly: "I don't know what happened in the past, but it must be a gift from fate that they met me."
Herbert didn't say how good he was to them, but he certainly didn't have the intention of deliberately persecuting them - some provocations didn't count, they were just a little fun of positive interaction.
[“Hehe, maybe~”]
Nenasha did not comment on his words, but smiled happily and corrected him: [“It was us! You couldn’t have gotten to this point by yourself.”]
"Okay, we will."