Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 585: One day there will be a total of 338! (6K, additional - s 124 and 125)_2

"Because when I was in the Dark Territory, I happened to encounter the God of Sinful Desire holding a blood sacrifice."

Herbert seemed relaxed, casually saying, "He corrupted the City Lord of that city and used all the city's residents as offerings to perform an ultra-large blood sacrifice, finally bringing his avatar into the world."

Buzz—

As Herbert's words fell, the atmosphere within the Sanctuary instantly changed!

The elderly gentleman, who previously wore a genial smile, now appeared solemn, with his brows furrowed, gazing intently at the calm-faced youth in front of him.

"Why didn't you mention something like this at the start?"

"Do you not understand how significant it is to allow the avatar of the Evil God to descend? Do you not realize how much chaos it will cause?"

"Just letting such chaos run rampant like this?"

The elder revealed a rare expression of anger, speaking in a deep voice, "Have you been given too much freedom, causing you to forget the most important things?"

"Do you... truly still consider yourself a Holy Professional?"

At that moment, Herbert very much wanted to cleverly retort, "I think I am!", but couldn't speak at all.

The immense pressure surrounding him seemed ready to crush him!

In the blink of an eye, the elder transformed from a kindly, affable old man into an unfathomable, terrifying abyss.

Herbert once again clearly realized... the elder before him was not a gentle neighborhood elder.

But a truly great being with the power to oppose gods!

Unending pressure emanated from the Archbishop, filling the entire Sanctuary.

Herbert felt a more terrifying oppression from the Archbishop than the avatar of the Evil God, exceeding even the Epic level!

Though it lasted just a moment and then receded, it was undoubtedly the pressure of a Saint!

In this instant, Herbert became even more certain of a phrase he'd once read from the scriptures—anyone who dares oppose gods is, in essence, an inhuman monster.

Facing such a terrifying being, all Herbert could do was tense his muscles and muster all his Holy Power to barely keep himself from falling apart.

Yet, even so, Herbert knew clearly that he could not hold on for long.

His delicate body shattered in an instant but quickly recovered under the restorative effects of Holy Power.

Coincidentally, a physical body that hadn't improved in a while unexpectedly advanced at this moment.

In a daze, Herbert heard the elder's low query: "Tell me, where is He now? I must immediately stop Him!"

Whether it was a trick of his mind, Herbert seemed to hear a faint trace of excitement, aside from anger, in the elder's voice.

But at this moment, Herbert had no spare energy to ponder these thoughts, only able to instinctively respond, "No, my lord... you can't."

"Hmm?"

In an instant, Herbert felt the pressure subsiding by more than half, and his nearly shattered consciousness returned.

He struggled to open his eyes wide, smiling at the hesitating elder before him, "Because, He has already failed."

The pressure weakened drastically again, and Herbert finally managed to catch his breath.

"Cough, cough!"

Herbert coughed twice, no longer teasing, nodding with difficulty under the unbearable pressure, slowly saying, "I stopped Him."

Hoo—

Instantly, all the pressure dissipated like a gentle breeze, and the Sanctuary returned to calm. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Haha, ha... cough cough."

Apart from Herbert's continuously trembling muscles and the sweat-soaked clothes, it seemed as if nothing had occurred.

The elder sat quietly, expressionless, looking at the fearless youth who smiled serenely after risking danger, speaking indifferently, "Do you realize what you just did?"

"...I know, cough cough."

Straining to smile, Herbert humbly lowered his head toward the Archbishop: "Sorry, I was wrong."

He did not blame the Archbishop for the punitive actions taken in anger but instead frankly admitted his mistake.

In fact, having been so provoked, the Archbishop was indeed very restrained, not truly harming him.

Facing a Holy Professional already at "risk of falling," he merely questioned angrily rather than directly suppressing him.

The Archbishop had a certain... no, a substantial amount of favoritism toward Herbert.

Think about it, if the one uttering those words earlier had been the Chief Judge, he'd probably have... well.

Herbert knew this better than anyone, or he wouldn't have repeatedly risked probing the limits.

Although the source of this favoritism remained unknown, Herbert intended to enjoy it!

"My lord, here's what happened. At that time, we..." Smarter after risking death, Herbert appeared exceptionally obedient and began to recount the "truth" of the matter.

He didn't disclose every fact completely to the Archbishop, opting instead for a half-true explanation.

In Herbert's account, he happened to encounter a blood sacrifice, borrowed the Monster Girl's power, the avatar of Sinful Desire's descent was incomplete, ultimately introduced other deities' power... and finally thwarted the opponent's plot.

Afterward, the Evil God departed, and the residents also left the corrupted homeland, embarking on a new life.

All these... were right, but none were entirely true.

Everything he said was true, but each was only a fragment, concealing many details.

Herbert believed the Archbishop could certainly detect the gaps in his testimony; this little scheming couldn't be hidden from him.