Alien world

Chapter 1754, Section 387: The Impact of the Otherworld Tree
"What can a succubus cure? Excessive energy?"

Some people joked about it, while others went to join in the fun.

"Priest, can you heal me?" the rude man asked, scratching his crotch. "It's so itchy here."

"No problem, this pastor can cure all diseases."

Annan led the rude man into the empty ward, and a few minutes later, he came out alone, pulling up his pants.

A large crowd had already gathered at the entrance that served as a makeshift hall. Annan's appearance caught the attention of many, including Annan himself.

"Don't worry, everyone, there's a share... What's wrong with you?"

"I do not know."

"It's alright, let's go to room number one first. And you? What's your illness?"

"I think I have a mental illness..." The man who was gazing at Anan with infatuation clutched his chest.

"That's great, I'm best at treating emotional problems."

After arranging several new patients into the wards, Annan instructed his servants, "Keep a close watch on the wards and don't let the patients run out," before eagerly rushing into the first ward.

Shortly after, whispers came from the first ward, followed by a sudden scream, and then silence.

Soon, Annan came out, went into the second ward, and made no sound from the moment he went in until he came out. He then turned into the third ward.

After a moment of silence, the door to the ward seemed to have been slammed hard, and it trembled, but soon fell silent.

The fourth, the fifth...

Annan treated patients in each room one by one. Shortly after he entered the last ward, the door was suddenly slammed open by a tremendous force.

bang-

The strong, chaotic cultist crashed into the wooden door, his face filled with terror. He staggered forward, but after only a few steps, he collapsed to the ground, gradually curling up and finally dying in a position like an unborn fetus.

Annan walked out unhurriedly and pulled out the alien tree branch that was stuck in the patient's abdomen.

Under the light of the oil lamp, the branches dripping with blood shimmered with an alluring luster.

The healthy believers, especially the warriors, are too physically strong. They were able to escape even after being planted on the World Tree. It seems I'll need to prepare some sedative drinks to help them recover.

Annan summoned a servant who looked fearful from a short distance away: "The doors here are too flimsy. Get a blacksmith to replace them all with iron doors, and then put up a sign that reads, 'Please do not let patients die in the corridor.'"

"Oh, right, go find Black Mist again and tell him I have a business deal I'd like to discuss with him."

Annan stretched as he watched his servants drag the body away in fear.

You've really worked hard, treating over twenty people. There probably won't be any more patients coming in today...

Just as Annan was thinking this, he saw Perry's two companions walking over.

“Priest, what happened?” they asked the dead man, who was being dragged away by servants, leaving a trail of blood.

Annan quietly put his hands behind his back, hiding the otherworldly tree branch behind him: "He was too badly injured. Didn't you see the wound on his abdomen? He was brought in too late; even I couldn't have saved him."

Blinded by lust, the two suspected nothing, after all, the wound was real, and grayish blood was still gushing out, which was obviously poisoning!

"Pastor, how is Paley?"

The two of them clearly wanted to rush into the hospital room immediately, but they still pretended to be concerned about their friend.

"He's a bit tired and needs a good rest." Probably a rest for the rest of his life.

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes practically overflowing with envy.

"It's okay, don't be envious. You'll soon be able to enjoy the same treatment as Paley."

……

The Chaotic Cult's secret stronghold beneath Tower Town wasn't small, but it was only the size of one or two manors, plus a few hundred followers, so it was hard to find any real secrets. As Annan continued to break his kill count since arriving on the continent of Allen, rumors began to spread that something was amiss with the succubus priest.

After all, none of those who went in came out, and the servants looked like they were suffering from severe mental breakdown. Once they were grabbed and questioned, they knew everything.

The servants had no idea what had happened, only that the succubus priest had followed the patient inside and then came out dead... But the Chaos Cultists, upon hearing this, undoubtedly believed that the succubus had killed them.

"So many people and that succubus only lasted a day...? He must have been really hungry..."

Just as Annan had predicted, no one spoke up for the deceased; most of the conversation was lighthearted and sarcastic—the topic of dying in a succubus's bed clearly diluted the seriousness of the death.

Some cultists even came specifically to test whether the male succubus was really that powerful.

For example, there's a woman also called "Black Widow".

"Darling, I hope you won't be upset that I'm so late," the mature woman with the marks of time on her face said in a hoarse voice.

“It’s alright, but I’ve never been with a woman before…” Annan said awkwardly.

"Give it a try, you might just fall in love with it?" The woman exhaled a fragrant breath, her gaze sweeping intensely over Annan's devil horns, eyes, abdomen, and then his hooves.

"Have you done many bad things?"

Black Widow assumed the succubus was asking this for fun, and played along, saying, "I killed my six husbands because they were all too useless. Do you want to be the seventh?"

Compared to the Black Widow in front of me, the Black Widow in Liberty City who only played with little boys should be called a priest.

"Let's see if you can handle it first." Annan was relieved. "Lie down."

Black Widow lay on the hospital bed, her chest heaving with emotion: "Come on, don't pity me!"

“Then here I come.” Annan grasped the branch from the otherworld and forcefully stabbed it into the Black Widow’s abdomen!

Another World Tree Impact!

……

Prince Aidan arrived at the restaurant and sat in the middle.

His childhood trauma made him extremely resistant to small, confined spaces; only a slightly more spacious place could allow him to breathe freely.

"Someone saw the succubus pull up her pants as she walked out, and the deceased in the room had a strange smile on his face..."

It sounds like they're talking about Annam?

Prince Aidan's attention was drawn to the whispers of a few chaotic cultists not far away: more than twenty cultists had died in the stronghold, it was true, and the bodies had all been taken away by the black monkeys.

The culprit was the newly arrived succubus priest, who treated patients as his prey, ostensibly healing them, but in reality, he was hunting them down...

"No way, I've seen succubi before. They're not as powerful as you guys make them out to be. Maybe it was just a failed treatment?" One of the cultists, who had just returned from outside, didn't believe it.

"Will three people die if the treatment fails?"

"What do you mean?"

“I knew Paley and his friends, but I heard that after the succubus performed surgery on Paley, Paley and his friends all died; none of them survived…”

Prince Aidan couldn't bear to listen any longer and got up to walk towards Annam.

He could no longer stand idly by. Because, nominally, Annan was his subordinate.

"Aidan, I have something to ask you."

Before he could even leave, Aidan was stopped.

An elite of equal status asked with an unfriendly expression, "The mortality rate of the wounded sent there is close to one hundred percent. Do you have any clues?"

(End of this chapter)