Alien world

Chapter 1758, Section 391: Spy Within a Spy Within a Spy Within a Spy

The bards were sidelined by the succubus queen, but their prestige remained, and they could at least choose who to promote as elites.

However, don't expect other elites to cooperate with Annan, and don't expect any elites other than Prince Aidan and the Grey Rat Priest to allocate resources to him.

The former yearned for friendship, while the latter lusted after Annan's body.

“It’s alright, if they won’t give it to me, I’ll just go get it myself.” Annan was fearless.

As for robbing their own people... How can you call it robbing when it's something a chaotic sect does?

The bard said nothing: "I hope that when I return, you will have brought about some changes to the sect."

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Feeling confused."

A bard is like the wind; he never stays anywhere.

With the departure of the bard, Annam's newly acquired patron has vanished.

In any case, after only two days in office, Annan successfully achieved a level playing field with elites such as Gray Fog and Black Monkey.

The first thing he did after being promoted was to encourage everyone to send the wounded to him. But nobody was stupid; knowing that everyone who went there would die, who would send people there?

So even though Annan offered the price of "come for treatment and get an Annan model free", no prey walked into his trap.

As the time for the "opportunity" mentioned by the bard drew closer, Annam abandoned his practice of waiting like a spider for its prey.

"Hey, where's the model you mentioned? Let me take a look."

That day, as soon as Anan stepped out, he heard a deep, rough voice whispering in his ear.

"Who's speaking?" Annan looked around.

"Filthy demon, you are offending the mighty dwarves!"

Annan, having caught the keyword "dwarf," looked down and indeed saw a clump of "weeds" sprawled out at the doorway like a carpet.

Thick, indistinguishable beard or hair, rock-like skin, the darlings of the earth—the gray dwarves—that's what they call themselves.

"Oh."

Annan didn't react much. The gray dwarves' status among dwarves was similar to that of dark elves among elves. Putting aside how important the trade between Free City and the dwarves was, without the protection of the dwarf king, who would care about a group of gray dwarves?

It's definitely not because dwarfs don't fit Annamese aesthetics from head to toe.

"Give me the Annan model right now, kid!" the gray dwarf yelled.

"You, a dwarf with thick hair and big eyes, have such a fetish?" Annan asked in surprise.

The gray dwarf blushed deeply, but thankfully his thick beard hid it.

"Don't worry about it!"

Annan wouldn't care if it were used as nourishment, but if it were his own fans... Annan hesitated: "Are you sure you want me to treat your illness?"

"Stop talking nonsense, you don't actually have one, do you?!"

Just as Annan was about to answer, Prince Aidan's men rushed over.

"Mr. Olme, the Legion Commander is summoning all the elites!"

After waiting for four or five days, the Chaos Cult finally made a move.

……

In the dark hall, the elites of the Chaos Cult stood in twos and threes in the open space.

"Don't forget my Annan model..."

Annan waved his hand without turning his head and walked to Prince Aidan's side.

"How did you end up with it?" Aidan stared at the glowing magic circle in front of him, tilting his head slightly.

"You have a grudge against it?" "My code name is Gray Mist. It thinks I stole its title and holds a grudge against me."

"The dwarves' eccentricities."

Sometimes, stereotypes do have some merit.

Elites arrived one after another, and Annan also saw Albek—he, or rather it, did not greet anyone and stood alone in a corner.

The whispers continued for a while, and as all the elites arrived, a graceful figure, which even a black cloak could not conceal, appeared in the center of the magic circle.

"Greetings, Commander!"

Annan's expression was resolute, his posture ramrod straight, his right fist clenched and placed against his left chest, an expression of loyalty. He stood out starkly at the astonished elites who were watching.

The succubus queen's alluring eyes swept over Annan from beneath her cloak before moving away.

"The human empire is surrounding this place. You will break out in batches."

“Gray fog, black monkeys… the elites I summoned, you cover the traitors’ escape. Walls, newspapers, draw the Empire’s attention in town. Lava, Titans… I will send you to the foot of Montreal, and do it again.”

"you……"

After a pause, feeling the Succubus Queen looking at him, Annan said energetically, "Chieftain, my title is 'Rising Star of the Succubus Clan'!"

The succubus queen shortened Annan's title to a single word: "New Star, you stay."

……

At the foot of Montreal, galloping warhorses kicked up dust, creating a ring of dust around the town of Tower.

The menacing black-armored Nationalist army emerged from the dust and approached the street.

O'Lin pulled on the reins, stopping beside the deputy judge leading the team: "Is Annan here?"

The deputy judge said nothing, but she already had her answer.

Shouts of battle erupted from Tower Town. O'Lin gave the order: "Knights, surround Tower Town! Do not let a single living creature escape!"

As the Knights closed in on the town, shouts of battle had already spread.

When the Nationalist army entered the town, the townspeople, brimming with martial spirit, were spontaneously fighting the chaotic cultists who were causing trouble. Sometimes, they couldn't distinguish who was on their side and would kill them first. Fortunately, the chaotic cultists were the same.

The skull rolled through the street like a tumbleweed.

The National Religion Army has methods to identify heretics. The priests cast a spell, and red marks instantly appeared above the heads of all the chaotic believers in Tower Town, and they accurately attacked the marked heretics.

Southeast corner of Tazhen.

The city guard's broadsword struck the armor of the two-meter-tall berserker, sending sparks flying. He grabbed a city guard and used him as a hammer to knock down three warriors.

The city wall roared to the sky, and a faint red mist of blood swirled around it.

Two knights charged in at dawn, their hooves thundering against the stone slabs. The city walls, instead of yielding, launched a counter-charge against the knights. With a roar, the heavily armored berserker and his warhorse clashed violently, the sound of bones shattering and the neighing of horses echoing through the streets.

The warhorse collapsed with a mournful cry, and the knight was thrown back, skimming over the top of the city wall.

The city wall suddenly grabbed the knight's lance and lashed it at the knight following closely behind, sending him flying.

"You cowards of the Empire, come on!!!"

The city walls roared, and the surrounding stench of blood became even more intense.

The soldiers at the intersection suddenly stepped back, revealing a dashing female knight clad in exquisite dark gold armor.

Olin gripped a three-meter-long lance with her dragon-scale gloves and spurred her horse to charge toward the city wall.

A sinister smile crept across the city wall, and his crimson eyes fixed on the approaching female knight as he roared and hurled his spear.

The spear tore through the air, whistling loud enough to pierce through city walls, and shot toward Oulin's head.

Just as the spear was about to strike, Oulin suddenly slid to the side. The gust of wind from the spear tip whipped her golden hair, leaving a few fine marks on her cheeks. The berserker reflected in her unblinking pupils became clearer and clearer.

(End of this chapter)