Alien world

Chapter 1739, Section 372: Introduction
"I'm your uncle..."

Albek subtly mouthed the word "Annan".

Annan understood, then looked on in astonishment: "Albek... Uncle? You, how did you turn into a rat-man?!"

"cost."

Annan finally understood why the shadow that day had so confidently declared that Blackwatch would never go back on its word.

Albek and Blackwatch have both been turned into Skaven!

If the empire has no way to reverse this, then the price is too high...

"This is what the Chaotic Cult forced you to do...!?" Annan didn't forget to put on an act, putting on a show for the beings secretly watching them.

Albek chuckled: "No, it was my own choice. Only in this way will the Chaos Cult believe me."

"Ha...you've turned into a rat-man, what about my aunt!"

“She…” A hint of guilt flashed in Albek’s scarlet rat-like eyes.

"Congratulations on your reunion, uncle and nephew, but we don't have time to catch up."

A hazy mist drifted in silently, coalescing into the outline of a gray fog: "Those who follow me, leave Montreal Hills."

Annan was not surprised by the appearance of the gray fog. He looked at the believers who were still fighting against the State Army and the guards who came to their aid: "What about them?"

"We've caused the Empire so much trouble, we should at least leave some compensation."

"heresy!"

A thunderous roar suddenly exploded in the air above the circular square, terrifying dust rose, and all the buildings above three meters in height around the execution ground were flattened by an invisible force.

"Come on!"

Annan, along with Blackwatch and others who had been transformed into ratmen, rushed into the roadside houses with Gray Mist's men and crawled into the pre-prepared tunnels.

Albikla brought Annan to the very back and whispered in a voice only he could hear, "Annan, you can't follow us anymore."

"why?"

“Your identity was handled too carelessly. The Chaos Cult has probably already discovered your problems and will arrest you when they return. So, you'd better ‘die’ here.” Albek paused here. “I think you’ve already guessed the truth… Thank you, Annan. That’s enough. This is none of your business anymore.”

“You’re right, but I have a new question.” Annan shook his head. “Why would the Empire risk its own reputation by allowing the Chaos Cult to wreak havoc in the capital, and even have you put on a show and become ratmen?

"I can not……"

"I am the Lord of Liberty City, the King of the North. To save you and the Blackwatch, I risked my life to wreak havoc in the capital, even infiltrating the Chaos Cult and narrowly escaping death several times. And now you think you can just dismiss me with a casual 'It's none of your business anymore'?!"

Annan stared intently at Albek with his dark eyes: "Tell me, maybe I can help in some way."

It was a closely guarded secret, and Albek shouldn't have told anyone, but the boy before him had indeed done so much for him...

“There’s something wrong with the anti-magic field. It’s not the work of demons. High Priest Stunn has also gone to the far north. After your intelligence was sent, the State Religion Army suspected that an evil god wanted to use it to escape.”

Finally, Albek softened because of Annan's efforts and spoke in the tunnel where only they could hear each other: "So they teamed up with us to put on this show, so that I could infiltrate the Chaos Cult and find out what was going on up north."

"Don't worry, everything is under the Empire's control."

"you sure?"

Albek understood what Annan was questioning and explained, “You know, the empire has been at peace for a long time. Although it has always been tough on foreign powers, some dissenting voices have emerged within the empire that believe war should not be waged and should not be wasted on the people and resources. Those people have forgotten the foundation of the empire… So only by hurting them and letting them know that the enemy is right in front of them can we unite them.”

"I'll send you out later and find a corpse to impersonate you."

Annan did not refuse again. Just as Albek had said, since Albek and his men would not be executed, but rather arranged to be elsewhere, Annan's problem was solved.

All he had to do was return to Free City and quietly await news of Albek's success or failure. Passing a fork in the road leading to the surface, Albek indicated that this was a good opportunity for Annan to leave.

"Okay, I'm going back now. Take care."

Albek, who was now a gray-haired rat, nodded.

"As for my aunt..."

"The Empire will protect my family."

Annan nodded, left the group, pushed open the trapdoor on the top of his head, and crawled out of a dusty storage room, covered in dirt.

The first thing to do was to peel off the human skin from his face and then use the essential oil given to him by the dark elves to wash away the disguise and restore his original appearance.

Thump thump thump——

Just as he dried his face, a tremor upstairs sent dust flying. Annan looked up and realized that he was in "Potter's bedroom"—the stairwell.

"Miles, you don't believe me?!"

"What makes you think I should believe you? That hair isn't mine at all!"

There was a constant noise coming from above, and besides dust, chicken feathers from some duster fell and ended up in my breast pocket.

"Can't it be someone else's hair falling on me when I'm outside?"

"Heh, what a coincidence? Then why don't I have any other women's hair on me? Where is he? Come out here! In the closet? Under the bed? Or..."

The falling dust kept moving, and the footsteps stopped outside the door.

The doorknob in the stairwell was turned.

"Don't be crazy, there's no one else here..." a woman's voice rang out.

"Step aside!"

"Miles, you're insane!" This was followed by the sound of someone stomping their foot and walking away.

click-

Upon opening the door to the stairwell, the male homeowner, whose neck bore scratch marks, was stunned to see a "lovers-on" in the stairwell.

"Uh... would you believe me if I said I suddenly appeared here because my spell failed?"

This is ridiculous... Why would a ratman build a tunnel in someone else's stairwell?
"I believe……"

The husband shouted at his wife's retreating back, "Wife, come quick! Your lover is Annan!"

……

The Chaos Cult's actions caught the Empire completely off guard—no one could have been surprised.

Although it did not cause much damage, only some streets and buildings were damaged and residents were injured, it was the first time in many years that the Montreal Golden Family had suffered such direct humiliation since they left Wilhelm and established their capital in the Montreal Hills.

Albek, the former strategist of Blackwatch, and his subordinates were transformed into Skaven, and their rescue by the Chaos Cult was a slap in the face to the Empire.

The residents dug out their fathers' armor and weapons and rushed into the streets. They found that the situation had been brought under control. After a brief moment of confusion, the burning passion in their hearts made them spontaneously gather together and head towards the Knights' and City Guard's garrisons to defend the capital.

Officials flocked to the Huan Shan Palace Garden to petition the emperor for permission to fight.

The chaos in the north not only refused to surrender, but dared to retaliate against the capital!
Blood debts must be repaid in blood!
The consequences of the chaotic sect’s rampage in the Montreal Hills are only just beginning to emerge.

(End of this chapter)