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Chapter 1760, Page 393: Everyone's on our side.
Annan's heart skipped a beat: "You gave your family to..."

Albek remained silent: "No, it's just that my hands are stained with the blood of innocent people."

Annan could roughly guess that Albek's disappearance a few days ago was probably because he was sent to "prove" that he had betrayed the empire... what he did was self-evident.

Annan could only say, "I believe the Empire will not allow its people to be harmed."

"Really?" Albek asked in return.

Annan sensed that something was wrong with Albek, but then he suddenly remembered something Baron Kin Kelly had said to him: "After we leave Greenfield, there will be no survivors there."

The empire knew that doing so would bring a nightmare to a small town, but it did it anyway, without caring about the consequences.

This is what an empire is like... showing no mercy to itself or its enemies.

Annan wanted to talk about something lighthearted, but suddenly found himself emitting a pink glow.

"Why am I glowing?!"

"The magic circle has two layers. The first layer allows us to enter the warp, and the second layer gives us a mental membrane that enables us to survive in the warp, which is the color it emits."

Albek was deeply affected by the magic circle; if Blackwatch had possessed such a magic circle back then, none of this would have happened…

“But our colors are all different.” Annan glanced around. The ratmen converted from the black Watchers were mainly red, while the other Chaos Cultists were yellow or brown.

"Because in the subspace, the soul is represented by color. You are pinkish-purple, which means you have strong desires."

"That's impossible! I am absolutely the purest succubus!"

Second only to Evelyn—Annan added in his mind.

Albek explained, "Desire is not just about sexual desire, but also about emotions. This simply means you have vibrant emotions."

Annan felt much better after that: "Your light is blue, does that represent wisdom?"

"Wisdom, cunning, strategy, composure..."

"Why is yours so much better?" Annan was unconvinced and kept repeating to himself, "I am a good person, I am brave, I am the smartest," before realizing that this was too stupid and stopping.

"Is the Empire's sudden action to drive us out?"

"Yes, the sect has been in Tower Town for too long. If they don't move, we can't continue our plans."

Annan, however, thought of the "opportunity" mentioned by the bard, and he knew that the empire was preparing to take action.

Thinking deeper, could it be that he... has a partnership with the Empire?
No, that's unlikely... He could let the Chaotic Cult develop freely, so how could he possibly contact the Empire?
Perhaps he has other sources of information.

"What is your mission?" Annan lowered his voice.

"Snow Mountain, High Priest Stunn wants to see me."

"How interesting. The Succubus Queen sent me to infiltrate the Stun clan. Does the Stun clan also have the same plan, sending you to blend into the demon camp?"

Albek said, "Very likely."

The two forces, each with their own ulterior motives, have only temporarily come together to resist humanity.

Could I use this to plan something?

Annan scanned the twelve ratmen around him, trying to find familiar faces, but failed. Just as they couldn't recognize him now, they, now ratmen, had no distinguishing features for Annan to identify.

"You're a gray-haired rat, so can you use fel energy?"

"Of course, we... are already ratmen."

"What do you mean?" Annan noticed the gloom that had settled over Albek's mood.

“We are different from Anan. This is not the talent of the shapeshifter, but the ‘blessing’ of the Rat God.” Albek and the others have consumed the “blood of the Rat God,” which means that they are now subjects of the Great Horned Rat, both in body and soul.

Annan paused for a moment, then asked, "Is it worth it?"

No one understood Blackwatch's hatred for the Skaven better than him, but now, they had become the very thing he hated most.

“I asked Aidan that question too,” Albek whispered. “I asked him, ‘You died once, didn’t it evoke any other feelings?’”

“He answered me, ‘You’ve come back to life, you have a second chance, why can’t you do better?’”

"I think I'm the same way. Chaos has taken away my glory, my comrades, and my past. I can't turn a blind eye to it."

Albek firmly stated, "Revenge is sacred and glorious."

Who would try to persuade a man who wants revenge?

Annan patted Albek on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I think the Empire will definitely have a way. If the Inquisition doesn't help you, I'll call on my ancestors."

Since the topic of Prince Aidan had come up, Annan followed up by asking, "And what's the story with Aidan?"

"do not know."

"do not know?"

Annan was not satisfied with Albek's answer. Albek and Prince Aidan seemed to have no connection on the surface, but Annan judged things not by logic, but by intuition.

His intuition told him that the two of them maintained some kind of tacit understanding.

You won't tell me, huh? No problem, I don't believe your mouth is harder to pry open than Olmedo's!

The chaos made it difficult for Annan to focus on one thing for long, and soon his attention was drawn to the warp itself.

What would happen if there were no mental membrane?

Albek paused for a moment: "The endless illusions and pollution gradually make you unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Old enemies suddenly pounce on you, you draw your knife and stab them into the chest of your former comrades. Your family embraces you with deep affection, leaving you forever in the warp."

"This is the subspace, the space formed by the spirits of all living beings."

It sounds like a manipulative demon—except here the influence has no subject.

"Is it true that one step in the subspace is equivalent to seven steps in the superplane?"

"Where is it that taking one step equals taking seven steps?" Albek countered.

"Hell."

Albek hadn't heard of it, but he keenly sensed that Annan, now a succubus, had become somewhat... different: "There is no distinction between distance and nearness in the subspace."

"Then how do we get to the far north?"

"Using a movement method unique to subspace."

Unlike the prime plane and all material planes, the subspace has no concept of distance; those drifting emotional nebulae and light spheres are merely spontaneously gathered mental projections.

The method of movement in the subspace is to locate the mental projection of a certain being, approach it, and then leave the subspace, thus appearing next to that being in the material plane.

This is so convenient...

Annan's eyes lit up. If he could use the characteristics of the warp to build a warp train... but it seems to be no different from a portal?
"So the little spiders placed you in the far north, meaning they were there back then?!"

Albek said, "Very likely."

This trip to the far north will allow him to reunite with Spider-Man and Silly Cat!
Now we don't even need to fear the Demon Lord anymore. Two gods on the left, two legion commanders on the right... What's the difference between the far north and the gardens of Free City?!

(End of this chapter)