Alien world

Chapter 1692, Section 325: Shocking Change
Olmedo remained silent, so Annan could only maintain his posture and continue to stare intently.

Da da da da——

The sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came, and Anan turned her head and saw a glimpse of a skirt behind the door.

"Have you sculpted enough?"

At this moment, Olmedo, with his cheeks pressed together and his lips pursed, mumbled something.

"You agreed?"

"Let go first."

Annan said fiercely, "I won't let go until you agree!"

Olmedo was at a loss with him: "If the ancestors are willing to protect you."

"That's easy, the ancestor has already given me the freedom to do whatever I want!"

Annan, having secured his victory, released his grip, eager to share the good news with his elder sister. This left Olmedo, whose cheeks were flushed red, whether from being pinched or something else.

"When are you leaving?"

As Idelia watched Annan's excited expression, her eyes crinkled slightly.

"We'll set off after the banquet tomorrow night."

Blackwatch's execution date is at the end of the month, there are still two weeks left, which seems like a lot, but in reality it's not enough.

Whether it's lobbying, pressuring, or even a prison break... it all takes time to prepare. If you arrive too late, it'll be too late for anything. What's the point of going then? Just to watch them hanged in front of the courtroom?

"You can go directly to the ancestor."

"I think so too."

Although Liberty City has a direct train and a portal to Sltows, the former is too slow and too prone to unforeseen problems. Annan is not afraid of danger, but he is worried that attackers might target the train, causing innocent casualties and generating negative publicity for the train.

The portal was fast, but it wasn't a legitimate visit. Annan's goal was to go through openly and honestly to save Blackwatch.

So he had to go to the ancestral temple first, then register at the Department of Ceremonies to ensure that Montreal Hill knew of his arrival.

Now you can start preparing gifts.

Annan went to the archbishop, intending to use him as a model to select things that the ancestor might like.

When Annan encountered Abby, the head maid, he noticed that her skirt was exactly the same as the hem of the skirt that had flashed past outside the corridor earlier.

"Cough... Abby."

"What's wrong, Lord Annan?" Abby walked over, blinking her clear eyes.

What did you just hear?

“I heard you call Lord Olmedo ‘dear’.”

Annan narrowed her dark eyes. As a maid, Abby knew far too much…

"Forget what just happened, don't force me to beg you."

……

The problem in Annam was suddenly resolved. While the sun was shining brightly, the flowers were blooming, and the birds were singing, the lustful demon huddled in the pile of stones, while outside, a cold wind was blowing, chilling to the bone and penetrating the soul.

It's so cold... Countless elite rats have frozen to death these past few days, but the work still has to go on.

They were treated like slave rats, with no time to rest, working from day to night, without food; whoever died first became food.

Her paws were red and blue from the cold, and she hadn't eaten anything all day.

The poor lustful demon was cold and hungry, and snowflakes fell from the open stone pile onto her sparse, coarse hair, covering it with a thin layer.

Dim light shone into the pile of stones from above. She took out a miniature statue from her bosom. It was a sunny young boy with dyed blonde hair and a mischievous smile on his lips, full of the vitality unique to his age.

Despite the harsh environment of the far north, the statues seem to have been carefully maintained, free of dust and looking brand new.

When she placed her hand on the statue, it was as if she were sitting on sunny steps, surrounded by the laughter and noise of tourists, and smelling the aroma of food.

"Instead of working, you're slacking off here?" Suddenly, a voice that sent chills down her spine rang out from outside the pile of stones, pulling her from the warmth of Free City back to the leaden reality.

The lust demon suddenly stood up, and upon seeing the presence outside the pile of stones, a chill instantly rose up her tail, piercing her brain from her spine, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.

She quickly lowered her head: "High Priest of Sturn, Ruth pays her respects..."

"Why don't you pretend?"

The pale, sparsely haired High Priest Stunn stood alone outside the pile of stones.

"You've already found me, there's no point in pretending anymore."

"Boring."

High Priest Stunn spoke fluent demonic language and raised his scepter.

The succubus's pupils suddenly contracted, realizing something, and she cried out in panic, "You can't hurt me! I'm Lady Biros's subordinate! Weren't you discussing cooperation?!"

"You are a spy and are not protected."

"I refuse to believe you ratmen haven't done this!"

“You’re right, but obviously my children are better hidden.”

The spine scepter in High Priest Stunn's hand glowed with a faint green light, and only his voice could be heard from it: "Since you like to pretend to be a member of the Holy Race so much, then I will make you a member of the Holy Race forever."

"no no!"

Without a second thought, the succubus fled, but upon encountering the polymorph spell, it quickly reverted to its original succubus form.

She hadn't had a chance to tell Lady Biros that she hadn't had enough of the sea breeze of Free City, seen enough of the magical images, enjoyed enough of the succubus's massage, or even had enough of playing around with Annan...

The fel lightning struck the succubus instantly, binding her there like chains.

The succubus statue, which had only regained half of its beauty and figure, was grabbed by a pair of invisible hands and shaped at will, reverting to the appearance of a ratman.

In the mind of the lust demon, past memories quickly blurred, and even the demon language faded, leaving only remnants of ratman language.

pat-

The exquisite boy statue fell from his arms and lay among the cold, rubble.

Not far away, the gargoyles hovering above the quarry sensed the glow of the evil energy and rushed over.

The succubus caught sight of the approaching gargoyle out of the corner of her eye, and hope flickered in her beautiful eyes. "Quick...quick, come save me! Quickly tell Lady Biros that the ratmen are plotting something!"

The green light faded, and an ordinary brown mouse appeared in the spot.

The gargoyles in the sky only saw a few sparse rats, which flew away into the distance without stopping.

As the lust demon's last vestiges of reason and thought begin to degenerate, it falls from lust demon to the lower rat-man, and the despair in its eyes is replaced by ignorance and numbness.

Before the pile of stones, the lust demon groveled at the high priest's feet, awkwardly hissing, "Great... High Priest..."

"Tell me, what does that six-armed serpent demon behind you know?"

……

"How far is it?"

"Less than 130 li."

In the south, on a country road, a convoy slowly travels through lush, deep green forests.

I should arrive at Liberty Street around tomorrow morning, just in time for the evening's gathering.

“I never thought we’d have a day to go back…” said the head of the Benitez family, a one-armed middle-aged man.

His right arm was severed in a battle with demons, but he survived by sheer luck. Realizing there was no hope in the North, he fled south with his family.

He thought he would never set foot on the land he returned to until the day he died of old age, but unexpectedly...

(End of this chapter)