Alien world

Chapter 1744, Section 377: Now it truly lives up to its name.

"length?"

"Uh, I meant height."

The deputy judge nodded: "Okay, focus your attention."

Annan obediently closed his eyes and began to imagine what he would look like after being transformed into a succubus, using Beldona as a model.

Gradually, he felt his body getting hot, and his forehead, cheeks, back, and feet were particularly itchy, as if something was growing.

"All right."

As the heat and itching subsided, Annan opened his eyes as the vice judge spoke.

“Condense a water mirror,” Annan said, then looked at Gandhi and repeated it after a long silence.

"I?"

Gandhi, who had been watching the commotion from the sidelines, snapped out of his daze.

"Or is it the deputy presiding judge?"

Gandhi did as he was told, and a life-sized mirror of water appeared in his mind.

Annan looked at himself in the water mirror. His appearance, modeled after Berdona, resembled her half-brother, handsome and alluring. Apart from his black hair and vertical pupils, his skin tone had become somewhere between pale and grayish-brown.

The new height is approximately 5.6 to 5.8 feet, which is taller than Gandhi, who was about 180 centimeters tall.

The demon horn on his forehead was not as ferocious as those of high-ranking demons like the Balrog, and the wings on his back were rather small, more symbolic than practical. However, with a thought, Anan floated up.

but……

"Why a succubus?!"

Annan examined it carefully again, including the patterns on his abdomen, and confirmed that he and Elena had the same racial characteristics.

The deputy judge raised his eyelids: "You didn't say succubus? I must have misheard you."

Seeing the vice judge's indifferent expression, Annan suddenly had the idea of ​​truly betraying the Chaotic Cult.

"That's prejudice!"

How did he, the lord of the Free City who captivated the world entirely through his personal charisma, become a succubus who manipulates desires?

Gandhi, however, thought, "Now it truly lives up to its name..."

Can it be changed again?

“The identity of a succubus suits you better, Annan. Without combat skills, even if you become a succubus, you will be exposed.”

Annan wasn't worried about that; rather, he was concerned that succubi had a similar reputation among demons as warlocks did among humans... In comparison, warlocks might actually be in a better position.

At least warlocks wouldn't even spare wild beasts...maybe...perhaps...

In short, if I happen to encounter some female demon who grabs me and forces me to replenish my mana... well, it seems like being a succubus isn't such a bad idea after all.

"let's go."

The deputy warden walked out, without exchanging any words with the shapeshifter in the cell.

"Wait a moment."

Annan stopped, took out a cake from his all-encompassing magic ring, observed that the judge only showed a strange expression but did not object, and then handed it over through the iron bars.

The "Ever-Changing Demon," who had also remained silent and continued sucking his fingers, spoke in pure demonic language: "The Imperials are all scum. You're not so bad."

Annan replied in the devil's tongue: "I am not an Imperial citizen."

"That's right..."

As the deputy judge left, and they disappeared into the distance, the brightly lit cell became dark again, as if no light could penetrate it.

At some point, a grotesque, deformed hand covered in knuckles suddenly emerged from the edge of the iron bars, grabbed the cake, and withdrew.

……

Annan was curious to experience his new self.

It wasn't just a simple disguise or shapeshifting; she transformed into a true succubus, in addition to her innate talents.

Because their feet have become hooves, they can no longer grip the ground with their toes, making it difficult to maintain their balance, but the wings on their backs make up for this.

How amazing… Annan took a deep breath. Is this the air at high altitudes? It smells so sweet…

What is a "Transformer"?

"The elite of the Chaos Cult."

"Why didn't they just rescue their own companions?"

Gandhi explained, "Because the Shapeshifter was an elite of the past. Decades after the Empire established its capital in Montreal Hill, it caused a lot of trouble by using its shapeshifting ability, and the Inquisition had a great deal of effort to capture it."

Annan calculated the time and was greatly shocked: "It's been imprisoned by you for over nine hundred years?!"

"Ah."

"You neither kill it nor release it, you just keep it locked up like this?"

"It's still useful."

Annan thought to himself that it was no wonder he called you scum.

Back on the surface, the courtroom was no different from the underground, consisting of vast expanses of obsidian without a single window.

“What should I do if I want to change back?” Annan asked.

“Back here.”

Annan nodded: "Do you have evil energy stones?"

Gandhi went to retrieve the Evil Stone, and Annan added, "Give me also a ratman corpse."

The deputy judge didn't ask him what he wanted to do there.

"By the way, Vice Judge, what's the story behind Baron Jim Kelly's claim of feeling cold? Has the stigmata not been removed?"

"do not know."

Having obtained the Fel Stone and the corpse, Annan also took a robe from the Inquisition and headed to the secret stronghold of the Chaos Cult provided by the Inquisition.

With the priest's robes and the court's secret approval, Annan, now a succubus, walked brazenly down the streets of Montreal Hill, approaching the stronghold.

Knock knock, knock—

According to the court's intelligence, knocking on the door at a specific frequency caused the wooden door to open by itself without wind, creaking open a crack.

As soon as Annan pushed open the door and stepped inside, he felt a malicious force locking onto him in the darkness.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just a rat, not a demon!" Annan lifted his hood.

"A succubus? How do you know about this place?"

A gray-furred rat emerged from the darkness that had previously exuded a chilling killing intent. It was a familiar face that had been seen in the stone pillar hut before, and it wasn't a projection, but its true form.

“I rescued a ratman creature. It sent me here, but it died on the way.” Annan took out the ratman corpse he had prepared in advance.

"The ghost is dead too?" The rat-man priest called out the name of the rat corpse, staring at Annan: "How can you prove it?"

"Proof...does this count? I found it next to it..."

Annan took out the Fel Stone, and as soon as he raised it, the dark green Fel Stone began to flicker rapidly and erratically.

The rat-man priest screamed, "Throw it away!"

It suddenly revealed an agility beyond its physical form, swooping down like a large bat, grabbing the felstone and rushing outwards.

Just as they rushed to the door, the felstone, its surface covered in cracks, instantly burst open with a green glow, followed by a terrifying outpouring of fel energy that submerged half the house and half the street in front of it.

"Wow……"

Annan's cheeks were glowing green from the fel energy light; this was the first time he had ever seen a fel stone explode up close.

The evil energy dissipated after a few breaths, revealing a gray-haired rat priest with a somber face.

The fact that the Gray Rat Priest survived the explosion of the Fel Stone shows that he is quite powerful.

"Look what you've done, you've blown up the Fel Stone." But that didn't stop Annan from complaining about its recklessness.

The ratman priest screamed, "You fool! If it weren't for me, you would be dead!"

(End of this chapter)