Alien world

Chapter 1761, Section 394: Demon Camp
The cleanup of Tazhen is nearing completion.

Leaving the follow-up work to the city guards, Oulin and the deputy judge split up to carry out their respective tasks.

The former pursued the fleeing, chaotic sects, aiming to drive these shady rats off the plains.

The court returned to Montreal Hill, and before the elites ordered to cause destruction could even act, the court dug them out of their rat holes.

This kind of thing only happens once, but if it happens again, it will truly make the empire lose all face.

The plains north of the Montreal Mountains.

Prince Aidan watched the dust gradually gathering in the distance, and stopped walking with a wry smile.

"Defend in place."

His men immediately scattered, placing the baggage train across the perimeter and squatting down to dig pits large enough for the horses' hooves to sink into, behaving more disciplinedly than regular soldiers.

Having formed an encirclement, the Knights began to tighten their grip.

The warhorses gradually came to a stop, maintaining a distance of about one hundred yards from the surrounded, chaotic cultists.

"Gray fog?"

O'Lin guessed the identity of the solidified figure standing among the Chaos Cultists.

“We meet again, Miss Olein.” Prince Aidan gave a slight bow.

"Elite of the Chaotic Cult, the instigator of the corruption of Albek, you didn't leave through the teleportation array? Were you abandoned by your master?"

“Just leaving some loose ends to clean up.” Prince Aidan chuckled amiably. “I didn’t expect you to actually dare to come after me. If you’re not afraid of traps, then come on.”

Olin looked around. This group of chaotic cultists had been on the run the whole time. They hadn't arrived even a few minutes earlier than them, so how could they have set up a trap?

"I do not believe."

"really?"

Prince Aidan raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The magic circle beneath their feet, which had been covered in sand, suddenly became clear, radiating light that enveloped the gray mist and the others. When the light faded, only their makeshift fortifications remained.

The next moment, a dense barrage of arcane missiles rose from behind the Knights like meteors, streaking across the sky and striking the spot where the Chaos Cultists had been standing.

Dust rose, the horses pulling the carts collapsed with mournful cries, and the walls of the carts were smashed, scattering wood chips mixed with flying grain and looted valuables.

After confirming that no fel stones were hidden inside, the knights advanced, approaching a wrecked magic circle.

"It's just like an eel, slippery and slippery, or like a mouse, digging holes everywhere!"

O'Lin, who had just dismounted, glanced at her deputy, who was full of witty remarks: "Don't learn from Annan."

The accompanying mages remained on the magic circle, analyzing the remaining traces of magical elements. They stood up and said, "Captain Orin, I have traced their location."

"Forget it, if we keep chasing, we'll really fall into a trap."

Olin returned to her horse: "It's the same whether you chase them away or not, let's go to the next place."

She knew that besides Annan and Albek, there were other members of her own faction within the Chaos Cult... so she didn't intend to exterminate them all.

The same scene unfolded across the plains, except for the chaotic cultists who ran to Montreal Hills to seek their own demise, but instead of running away, they fought back.

Both the Empire and the Chaos Cult achieved their goals—the Empire revived the Chaos Cult, while the Chaos Cult allowed Albek and his companions to escape.

……

"Here we are."

Albek then indicated that the destination was just ahead.

"where?"

Annan looked in the direction Albek pointed, where a colorful halo was gathering, showing clear signs of being arranged by someone.

Annan felt as if less than half a day had passed. Aside from teleportation arrays, nothing could be faster than space travel. They approached the array of colorful halos, reaching out to touch them. The colors around him were rapidly stripped away, causing him to collapse and disappear.

The Blackwatch soldiers and other Chaos cultists did as instructed, and in the blink of an eye, Annan was left all alone in the warp.

Annan looked around and reached out to touch the halo of light.

The instant he lost his mental membrane and left the subspace, Anan vaguely heard whispers echoing through the subspace.

……

woo-

The biting wind that swept across the snow-covered rocks made a strange sound.

In a quarry a few miles from the demon camp in western Montreal, Albek and his companions appeared one after another before several demons kneeling in prayer.

Annan spread his arms wide. Little Spider, Silly Cat, Six-Armed Serpent Demon, Succubus Queen, I'm coming!

"Hiss... It's so cold..."

Annan curled up in a ball, and his second feeling after "I came, I saw, I conquered" was that it was so cold, a cold that seeped into his bones.

This is related to the fact that demons generally dislike the cold, and also to the fact that succubi are always dressed in cool clothes, and that Annan was only wearing a cloak.

Annan beckoned to a member of the chaotic cult and stripped him of his clothes as he approached.

The Chaos Cult members had prepared a thick coat for themselves in advance, but they were clearly unprepared for their clothes to be stolen.

Donning a warm coat, Annan gazed at the "snow mountain," now transformed into something resembling an active volcano, devoid of its former snow-covered peaks.

It is said that the idea of ​​transforming the snow-capped mountain into a volcano came from the succubus queen Lilith.

This is not plunder at all... Demons, like the ratmen, come and never intend to leave!

The Empire is right; a decisive battle must be waged against the forces of Chaos, and they must not be given a chance to regroup.

Despite his thoughts, Annan, with a pious expression, raised his hands towards the volcano as if facing the sun: "Praise be to the Queen!"

After holding the pose for ages, his body was frozen stiff, but he didn't receive any reward from the succubus queen who had turned her gaze back to him.

Annan vented his anger on the surrounding believers, raising his voice: "Why are you all silent? Do you have something to say about the Queen?"

"And you, traitor, why don't you join me in praising the Queen!"

Albek said indifferently, "I am a ratman."

"Don't forget, you are an elite of the Chaos Cult, a servant of our volcano-like Mother, the Succubus Queen!" he rebuked bluntly.

The worse the relationship between Annan and Albek, the safer they both become.

Just then, a tiny figure walked over, leaving a trail of snow tracks.

It was a little cowardly demon, bringing the commander's orders: "Lady Biros has ordered me to take you to the camp to see her."

Ignoring Annan, Albek said to the twelve ratmen behind him, "Let's go."

Following the Chaos Cult, Annan glanced back at the demon kneeling in the quarry, continuing to guide the way like a beacon, and then followed.

The snow began to melt, revealing jagged rocks. The closer one got to the campsite with the rising sulfurous mist of the lava pool, the more exposed dark brown rocks and smoldering firestones appeared, and the higher the temperature rose.

"So many demons!"

And then there were demons that started appearing everywhere.

The chaotic cultists cast strange glances at Annan, who was shouting and yelling. "Aren't you a demon? Why are you pretending to be human?"

This mixed group of humans, ratmen, and succubi attracted the attention and covetousness of the camp's demons, but none dared to provoke them upon seeing the cowardly demon leading the way.

Following the cowardly demon, we arrived at the largest obsidian house in the camp, where a tall, six-armed serpent demon stood coiled in front of the door.

(End of this chapter)