Chapter 191: Feather of the Fallen Angel (4/6 Plus Update 29)

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?"]

Unlike before, this time Nenasha did not absorb the Feather of the Fallen Angel directly, but took the initiative to ask:

["Even if its own use is excluded, it can be used as a weapon by relying on its sharp ability alone. ”】

Unlike the Demon's Tears, which can only be used as a material for high-level rituals, the Feather of the Fallen Angel can be used as a concealed and powerful dagger.

It seems a bit of a pity to use it directly like this.

After all, Herbert can't get such feathers from Lucier for free every time.

["In addition, it may be a little difficult for you to absorb it now, and it will be painful."]

Unlike the previous legendary material, this epic material will provide Herbert with a considerable burden.

But Herbert acted very calmly, shook his head and said: "Absorb it."

"This thing will be absorbed sooner or later, and this thing can't be displayed in front of outsiders, and it can't be used as a weapon at all. "

If someone asked Herbert where he got the feather, how would he explain it?

Should he say that he got it from Lucier? Or did he pick it up in the Aurora Sanctuary?

Either reason has many loopholes and is easy to be noticed.

In the process of interpersonal communication, we must learn a very important rule: you can lie, but don't lie easily.

Any lie will require more lies to maintain.

The more you say, the more mistakes you make.

The truly brilliant lies are never nine lies and one truth, but nine truths and one falsehood, or even ten truths and none of them. .

A good sophist will only tell a very small number of lies, or even no lies, and choose to use a lot of true words to mislead.

As for Herbert, he has many means of attack in desperate situations, and he does not lack this one, and there are many substitutes.

This means that using it is completely more harmful than beneficial.

The extremely high risk is accompanied by extremely low returns, which is somewhat not worth the loss.

So, instead of actively holding this bomb in your hand and hiding it, it is better to absorb it now and turn it into your own power.

"Besides, if it doesn't work, I'll ask Lucier for it."

Not being able to obtain it easily does not mean that it cannot be obtained. It is always priced.

"As for whether you can hold on? Haha-don't you still have you?"

Herbert smiled at the shadow and teased: "You won't let me die, right? You won't be willing to let me get hurt, right?"

[".——·I really admire you. ”]

Nenasha was silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly: [“Sometimes I can’t tell whether you are timid or brave.”]

Sometimes you are extremely cautious, but sometimes you act recklessly.

Herbert shrugged and smiled casually: “You should be brave when you should be brave, and timid when you should be timid.”

He has a very flexible bottom line!

"Well, since it's just painful and nothing will happen, then do it quickly.

?

["In that case--"--then you should grit your teeth and experience this pain carefully."]

Herbert was about to make a few more jokes, but he didn't expect that the next moment, a piercing pain surged into his heart, and he felt as if his heart was pierced directly by the feather.

No.

It's not an illusion.

The feather really went straight into his heart from his chest!

There was no wound left at all, and it was directly integrated into it in an instant.

"Hiss--Herbert let out a low roar, then bit his mouth tightly to prevent the sound from leaking out.

He didn't want Valentina to worry after hearing it.

Herbert clenched his fists painfully, feeling the crazy power flowing around in his body without saying a word.

He finally understood why Nenasha would take the initiative to persuade him not to try at this time.

This power is really too sharp for him now.

Herbert could hear his body being cut repeatedly, and at the same time, it grew and healed rapidly in the next moment.

From the results, he did not leave fatal injuries, and his body became stronger little by little.

However, the pain in this process remained in his soul without any reduction.

At the same time, behind him, the stigma of the wings that was almost formed began to grow rapidly!

Finally--..-completely connected together!

Egg--

A blood-stained scarlet wing tore the clothes on his back and broke out from the flesh and blood on his back.

Suddenly unfolded!