Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

When Herbert landed back on the ground and retracted his wings, Nenasha asked with a teasing smile:

"Had enough fun?"

"Not enough, not nearly enough."

Herbert shook his head, though his mouth said it wasn't enough, the joy emanating from him was obvious.

Flying.

When the first ancient ape looked up at the sky, humanity planted the dream of "flying" deep within their bloodline.

And when he finally possessed the ability to fly, the excitement in Herbert's heart was truly indescribable.

"But I think you might be happy a bit too soon."

"Oh?"

Herbert squinted his eyes, not understanding what he meant… Is there a flaw in this ability other than its short duration?

But just as he was pondering the shortcomings of the wings, the Evil God gave an unexpected answer.

"Have you not realized that this is not a power provided by the Fallen Angel's Feather?"

!!!

That's right!

The scarlet wings that changed were not from the Angel's Feather, but from his own Power of the Holy Mark.

The real advantage is yet to be discovered!

"So, what exactly…"

But the problem was that Herbert had checked multiple times earlier and found no issues.

No physical enhancements were gained, he remained as he was before.

Which means…

Finally, is the spiritual strength increased!!?

Sensing Herbert's excitement, Nenasha began to tease deliberately:

"Herbert, let me ask you a question, what do you think is the most important ability for the War Angels?"

"The most important?"

He raised his brows and uncertainly said, "Loyalty to the Divine?"

The upper ranks value loyalty most in the lower ranks.

And Angels, as creations of the Divine Spirit, are supposed to be incredibly loyal, never betraying.

"Uh, no, that's not right."

But this was quickly dismissed by Herbert himself.

Because Luhier was a traitor of the Divine Spirit herself, the material from her shouldn't provide such an ability.

Moreover, loyalty held no use for him—unless it was about making others loyal.

But he had countless ways to gain others' loyalty, not needing such a shortcut.

"I can't guess."

Logically, Epic Level material should provide stronger abilities than before.

Being asked to guess aimlessly now, the target was too broad, he couldn't quite think of it.

"Haha, I suppose you can't guess, so I'll just tell you."

"It's the Power of Conquest of the War Angels."

Herbert's eyes subtly shifted, recalling Nenasha's earlier words, suppressing his excitement, he slowly said:

"War Angels will seize strength from slain enemies to enhance themselves."

"Correct."

Harmonious God chuckled delightfully, shadow tentacles slowly stretched out from the shadow and perched on his shoulder, as if He had wrapped his arm around his shoulder from behind.

Profound whispers lightly echoed in Herbert's ear:

"Having acquired the Power of Conquest, you'll also possess this ability like the War Angels."

"Kill, destroy, absorb…"

"You'll harvest the strength from the slain enemy's corpse."

The Fallen Angel's Feather only provided this one ability, but Herbert wasn't dissatisfied at all.

Because this ability is truly powerful.

No exaggeration, if used well, this ability would far exceed all others.

Simply put, if before Herbert killed a Demon, he could only acquire material, now… he could gain experience instead!

He could start farming monsters.

If he took it to the extreme, he could go somewhere and farm Slimes for hundreds of years to get stronger!

The Sword God of the Ten Mile Slope maybe could exist.

But compared to Herbert's excitement, Nenasha's attitude was much calmer.

Instead of sharing Herbert's joy, she began to softly advise:

"My ally, let me give you a small warning—you mustn't lose yourself in this power."

Her voice was filled with penetration, making Herbert calm down, his brows slightly furrowed, unsure why she was saying this.

Harmonious God sensed his ally's confusion and continued:

"From this moment on, you perpetually plunder from others, whether you wish it or not."

"Soul, flesh, strength… all of what they are will be plundered by you."

"Your soul will gradually be saturated with blood, and in the process, stained with the color of others."

This was also why Nenasha didn't proactively let Herbert absorb the Fallen Angel's Feather and even advised him to wait.

Powerful forces are always double-edged swords that can easily change a person's character.

Miracles are always accompanied by a price.

Luhier was never the first Fallen War Angel in this world, other War Angels fell for reasons unlike her awakening to self-will.

Those Angels continuously devoured the enemy's strength during battles, eventually gravitating towards the likeness of enemies, inevitably falling to the evil side.

As for the ultimate fate of those Fallen Angels, it was either dying at the hands of other Angels, or choosing to become one of the enemies.

"Haha."

At first, Nenasha had considered enticing Herbert, making him her slave.

But after so long together, She had long changed her mind, not wishing for Herbert to fall to such a point.

"I hope you won't eventually fall into the Abyss... though by then, I could still pull you back."

Nenasha sincerely wished Herbert would understand the dangers of this power, not to try it lightly, and not tread a path filled with blood and fire.

Such a fate... does not suit him.

Rather than a life only knowing slaughter, She hoped and wanted to see Herbert truly realizing his ambition and establishing a realm of peaceful coexistence among diverse races.

After hearing Nenasha's advice, Herbert was silent for a moment, then nodded in deep agreement.

"You're right, this power is indeed dangerous and must be handled carefully."

Harmonious God heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and said: "I'm glad you understand..."

At this moment, Herbert looked up, his gaze resolute as he said:

"Alright, then let's go try it carefully and cautiously!"

"Hmm? Did I just waste my breath!?"

"What are we waiting for? My blade is already itching for battle!"

Herbert eagerly walked out, he couldn't wait to try his new ability.

Damn it!

Battle.

Awesome!!!

Men must fight—