Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 677 - 372 Divine Favor (6K, subscribe!)_4

It's understandable why they think that way, but I still cannot forgive their choice.

Ah, she is indeed a vengeful goddess.

Today, Nenasha was in a good mood. Rarely, she offered an olive branch, generously bestowing divine favor, and actively giving them a chance to redeem themselves.

Who would have thought they utterly rejected it!

Hmph.

Just you wait.

When the time comes, I will make this group of fools pay a heavy price!

["Enough, let's ignore them for now, it's time to attend to serious matters."] Nenasha grumbled inwardly for a while, yet much work remained to do.

She melted the abandoned Soul Crystal Cores, transforming their shapes, awakening the dormant wills within them.

Finally, the transformation began.

The dissipated pillars of light turned into countless tiny light dots, converging in mid-air to form a huge cocoon of light.

That cocoon of light continued to expand, as if it were a living being, breathing continuously.

A moment later, with a low, deep rumble, the cocoon of light suddenly shattered.

Crack, crack, crack... Boom!

Countless rays of light scattered like shooting stars in all directions, resembling a brilliant rain of flowers falling from the sky.

Amidst the light, dozens of figures gradually emerged, each resurrected Heroic Spirit descended silently.

They wore various attires, some clad in armor, some in mage robes, others in leather armor...

Furthermore, although the Heroic Spirits retained human shapes, not a single one of them was human; all were non-human races.

Elves, Dwarves, Halflings… among them were two Centaur Heroic Spirits, like Sofia.

Their strength was not formidable, the strongest amongst them only reaching the High Tier, not having entered the Legendary domain.

However, when the Heroic Spirits gathered together, their impact was far greater than that of a Legendary powerhouse!

Though they stood on the altar with eyes closed, silently, the air around them gently trembled.

Because what they represented was not mortals, but the will of gods!

A gentle breeze brushed past, softly coaxing those closed-eyed Heroic Spirits to slowly open their eyes.

"...Hmm?"

"Who is it?"

"Who has awakened me..."

They slowly opened their eyes, staring in confusion at the world long unseen.

The Heroic Spirits felt as if they had forgotten much but still remembered the emptiness before their comatose state.

They had been unwilling, not wanting to fall into deep slumber like that.

And then...

All the Heroic Spirits' gazes halted, they saw an unfamiliar figure.

The slender youth stood quietly under the dim sunset, giving them a gentle smile.

"Who?"

"That is..."

No.

There was no need to ask.

Even though his appearance had changed.

They could still recognize that figure.

Without any words or guidance, the Heroic Spirits simultaneously descended from the altar, kneeling before that figure.

This was the god they were destined to follow!

Even if his form had changed, even if they had forgotten their past.

They would still resolutely follow behind him, lying prostrate at his feet. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"My Lord..."

The Heroic Spirits shed tears of excitement, bowing their heads, murmuring.

"You have finally returned!"

They had not been abandoned.

The god continued to mercifully favor these lost sheep.

"Returned?"

The white-haired, gray-eyed deity lowered his gaze, looking down at the servants prostrate upon the ground, his lips curling into a gentle smile:

"No, this is still far from return."

Such a return was indeed a far cry from the future he once promised Nenasha.

"However, though it is still far from enough."

Herbert smiled faintly, speaking softly in his heart: "At least, another step has been taken towards the goal."