Alien world

Chapter 1747, Chapter 380: The Succubus Queen
The gray-haired rat priest sneered, "Olme, you're a good-for-nothing. Who do you want to be with?"

Annan was torn: Prince Aidan's stance was unclear, following him risked exposure but it would allow him to get the information he needed, and he had also given him two bags of jewels.

The advantage of following the gray-haired rat priest is that he can continue to infiltrate the chaotic cult, and being surrounded by ratmen poses no risk of being exposed. Plus, he gets a bag of gems…

“Add another bag,” Prince Aidan said calmly.

Annan's gaze hardened again as he said to the gray-haired rat priest, "Sorry, as a succubus, I'm a sucker for good looks."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just that Aidan's stuff looks a little better than yours."

Feeling mocked, the gray-haired rat priest flew into a rage: "You said you were half a Stun ratman!"

"You actually believe what a demon says?" Annan certainly wouldn't say something so self-destructive; he simply replied, "Actually, I'm also half a Paem citizen."

"Gray fog..."

The gray-haired rat priest glared fiercely at Prince Aidan, who remained unmoved, still wearing the warm smile that Anan was familiar with: "Black Monkey, you don't need to compete with me for it. If I remember correctly, male calico cats are infertile."

Annan was somewhat unconvinced: "Do you want to try? Wait, no..."

Playing a succubus seems a bit over the top... or is this some kind of effect of my succubus bloodline? It's terrifying!
"Infertile?" the gray-haired rat priest asked in surprise.

"Your Stunn clan is so good at procreation, why don't you go back and ask your clan?"

The gray-haired rat priest turned and left. It would go and find out whether a succubus who couldn't have children was worth arguing with the gray mist.

It never once glanced at the bag of gems that Annan was holding.

I made a profit!
Annan secretly pleased, put away the gemstone, and then looked at Prince Aidan: "Where is the gemstone?"

Whether you're a traitor or not, put that aside for now; you have to bring the money you promised.

"I don't have the habit of carrying money with me."

"So you're trying to get something for nothing?" Annan's eyes gradually turned dangerous.

Aidan was speechless: "You weren't like this before."

"I have a large family to support."

Don't ask, the answer is that I've lived with dragons for a long time and picked up their habits.

Just as Prince Aidan was about to say something, a deep, rough whisper suddenly rang in everyone's ears.

"Gray fog, bring it to me."

The cultists present tensed up, and Prince Aidan also stopped smiling.

"Who's speaking?" Only Annan looked around.

"The top superior of the Chaos Cult, the Sixth Legion Commander."

The Sixth Legion Commander... that sounds familiar... it seems to be the demon legion to which the six-armed serpent demon belongs, and the legion commander is the succubus queen?

Annan suddenly felt that she was very close to her goal, while outwardly continuing to play the foolish succubus of the chaotic camp: "So there are six more as powerful as it?"

"Why are there six?" Even if sorted sequentially, there should only be five.

“The other five legion commanders and their leaders.”

Prince Aidan was speechless and led Annan into the depths of the hall.

“Mr. Albik”.

Albik observed this scene and vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

Aidan showed familiarity with the strange male succubus. Who was he?

"Mr. Albek!"

Albek snapped out of his daze and looked at the imperial official who had called him: "Don't call me by that name. I am now a traitor."

"Alright, Mr. Traitor, what have you decided..."

... Annan followed Prince Aidan into the basement, where a brazier was burning. The floor was covered with intricate magic circles, and a black-robed statue stood in the center of the magic circles.

Prince Aidan bowed to the black-robed statue, indicating that it was not a statue.

Annan, ever the familiar type, leaned in and said, "We're one of you, boss! I grew up listening to your stories. You're the pride of our succubus clan!"

"Boss...? Which family are you a member of?" A deep voice sounded, not like a woman's.

Could it be that this Lilith Legion Commander is also a male succubus, just like himself?
Annan fabricated a story: "I don't know, I was raised by Berudona."

The figure in the black robe suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Annan's neck, exuding a chilling aura: "You're lying."

Prince Aidan held his breath, and Annan's neck was gripped so tightly that it made a "crackling" sound. He said with difficulty, "I didn't, it was Berudona who helped me..."

Who is Berdona?

"devil……"

The hand that had been gripping Annan's neck like a vise loosened its hold: "You know the devil?"

"We are good friends."

Annan gasped for fresh air. Could this succubus queen detect lies? Or was it... her emotions?
But in the end, he didn't realize his true identity.

Then that hand gripped me again, accompanied by a cold whisper: "A spy of the devil?"

"No! I'm not!"

"Orme too little, Olme too much, Olme just right... Ha, are you playing us?"

Before he could even consider that it knew about Olmedo, Annan rolled his eyes: "We demons just call you whatever we like. If you don't like it, I can call you Aidan, which is just fine!"

Prince Aidan gave a wry smile and explained, "I do know him; Olme is just one of the followers I've developed."

"He was still a human at the time; I never imagined he had disguised himself."

“Since our prince approves of you, it means you have something to offer… Welcome, Olme is just right.” The figure in the black robe released Annan and extended his hand to him.

Annan looked down at its outstretched hand, then at Prince Aidan, and tried to put his head on it.

“My master wants to shake your hand,” Prince Aidan coughed.

Annan thought to himself, "Do you need to tell me? He's the one who popularized the handshake, he just thinks this guy likes to choke people."

Looking down at the outstretched hand of the black-robed figure, its skin was reddish-brown, smaller than her own hand, delicate and boneless.

"You want to join the Chaos Cult?" the figure in black asked.

"I really want to join! You're my idol!"

The black-robed figure immediately revealed the lie. Just as he was about to speak, Annan suddenly pinched himself and stuck out his tongue: "No need for you, I'll do it myself."

The Sixth Legion commander, who had come for the male members of his race, lost all interest in it and turned his attention to Prince Aidan.

“Master, Albek has been successfully brought back.” Prince Aidan bowed his head.

"Very good, you continue with the plan. As for you..."

The figure in the black robe disappeared from the magic circle without explaining how to arrange things for Annan.

Annan gradually loosened his grip, looking at the empty basement: "Huh? Why did you disappear without saying a word?"

……

The abyss, the front line.

The walls of the Hall of Flames flowed with molten lava, and the seven obsidian thrones gleamed like the fangs of a giant beast in the firelight.

The main and last seats were vacant, while on the other five thrones sat terrifying and grotesque figures.

Suddenly, the space of the Hall of Flames twisted and shimmered with light, and a bewitching figure leaped out of the void and took her seat at the end.

(End of this chapter)