Alien world

Chapter 1767, Chapter 400: The Embrace of the Six-Armed Serpent Demon
The rat swarm not only didn't stop, it surged even faster.

What's going on? Why do people born in the Year of the Rat have such bad luck with rats?

Fortunately, Annan often dealt with rat-people and realized that they might not understand sarcasm...

"If you keep charging at it, you'll all be dead! Stop it!"

This time they understood, and the rat swarm slowed down.

"Don't listen to it, attack!" But then, another voice rang out.

The voice of Albek!
However, Annan had already successfully reunited with the gargoyle, who grabbed him and lifted him into the air to speed up his escape.

The elite rats hurled spears into the sky, and then, like Martin spitting into the air, shot a bunch of their own rats to death.

Albek unleashed several beams of fel energy, but instead of hitting his own rat, he precisely shot down the gargoyles that had failed to capture Annan and the others.

"This is my escape route, Albek!" Annan's shout still echoed in the night sky.

Having temporarily escaped the encirclement, Annan kept a close eye on the ratman camp until it was completely out of reach, and the high priest would not be able to stop them. He breathed a sigh of relief.

The escape was a great success.

Arbek looked away from the ground.

The rat horde retreated before their eyes, revealing the pitiful, limping rat-man elder.

It loudly questioned the belatedly arriving Albayk: "Albek, you let that devil escape!"

“My name is Traitor,” Albek said expressionlessly. “It was you who let Olme escape; I’m just here to clean up your mess.”

"Think about how to explain this to the High Priest."

Damn it!
The rat-man elder cursed inwardly.

That succubus was a coward; she wanted to run away after only a short time, and even though she was so badly injured, she didn't dare to get close.

It seems that ever since I distanced myself from Annan, everything has gone wrong!
……

The biting winds of the far north dispelled the heat of the tense escape, and I didn't feel cold for the time being.

Annan suddenly sensed something amiss, looked up, and saw a spectacular scene: the night sky seemed to be torn open by some great force, and the newly born turquoise waterfall of light floated in the night sky like a light veil.

Gazing at the magnificent ribbons of aurora, Annan's thoughts seemed to drift away from the intrigues and schemes, merging with the stars.

Perhaps many years later, he will remember this moment when he became a succubus, fleeing over the far north while admiring the aurora borealis.

He lowered his head, looking down at the crescent-shaped land shrouded in night.

The continent of Allen is also a planet, but apart from the ancient wizards who explored other worlds and extraterrestrials, no race has since raised its head to explore the wider world beyond, and can only continue to fight each other within the Allen world.

While there are many reasons why local creatures dare not venture into other planes, what about setting out from the stars?

Annan thought, this is what I've been pursuing.

"That gargoyle, land here."

……

At midnight, Annan, his eyelashes and hair frosted over, landed at the demon camp. Before the frost could melt in the camp's scorching heat, he rushed into the obsidian house, threw himself before the six-armed serpent demon's tail, and weakly said, "Byros, I almost didn't see you again..."

"As soon as I arrived at the ratman camp, the ratmen sent three ratman priests, 130 champion rats, and 1,300 elite rats to keep an eye on me. Why not 13? Because they sent 13 female ratmen to lure me away!"

"But they don't know that my heart belongs only to Lady Biros. I was scheming against the rat-men while trying to distract them and investigate. I searched and searched, and I actually found some clues!"

Annan pointed at Russ, who had just released his grip and was now cowering in a corner, terrified by the aura of the six-armed serpent demon. Russ was covered in the bloody smell of a fierce battle—he had landed midway and gotten some blood from a lone elite rat on his body.

"I found the succubus you sent. Those ratmen cruelly and evilly cursed it into becoming a ratman! I broke into the thirteenth level of the ratmen's dungeon and rescued the succubus from the deepest part of the dungeon. I learned that she had crucial information. Ignoring the task given to me by the succubus queen, I fought my way through three ratman priests, one hundred and thirty champion rats, and one thousand three hundred elite rats to return to you!"

Biros looked toward the corner and sensed a familiar aura emanating from it—perhaps there was some embellishment involved, but Ruth had indeed been rescued.

“You did a great job, Olme was just right.”

"For you, Biros, it's all worth it." Annan's gaze was intense, so affectionate that even the six-armed serpent demon found it hard to resist.

She thought of the reward she had been promised earlier—she hadn't expected it to be delivered so soon.

"But your injury..."

Unlike the dragon's vertical pupils, the snake-shaped vertical pupils stared at Annan, who was covered in blood—the blood of the ratmen, the blood of the Blade Demon, and the blood of the gargoyles… but not the blood of the succubus.

"It's out of the way!"

"You come with me."

Biros turned around and swung her powerful snake tail.

Annan took a deep breath, his expression resolute as he followed Biros. For the future of Free City, a few sacrifices were worthwhile…!
The six-armed serpent demon's bedroom resembled a study, with a map pasted on the wall. The ceiling was nearly five meters high... Even though Annan already possessed the average height of a Northerner, he still had the illusion of having stumbled into a giant's room.

Annan's attention was drawn to the map of the North on the wall, and as he tried to imprint it in his mind, Biros Sixhands, who had somehow appeared behind him, pulled him into his arms.

Annan's face immediately turned red, and his whole body felt hot.

The embrace of a six-armed serpent demon is different from that of a succubus or a tall, mature elf... A succubus is similar in size to a human, and when you embrace her, you feel more of her hot skin and exotic fragrance, as well as her tail gently stroking your back.

The tall, mature elf has a cool yet unique touch. You can feel the firm and powerful muscles under the elf's flawless skin, as well as the fullness brought by softness.

As for dragons... what can you feel from those cold, hard dragon scales? Aside from the psychological feeling, there's nothing left.

And the six-armed serpent demon... oh, the six-armed serpent demon.

It's neither as desolate as an elf's late autumn nor as fiery as a succubus's midsummer, but rather like the warm sunshine of spring. The all-around embrace and the six arms around you feel like you're falling into a beautiful dream, bringing unparalleled security and relaxation, making you want to adjust your position and drift off into a sweet dream.

And when you wake up, it will be a pleasant afternoon with a gentle breeze...

Annan wondered why no warlock in the warlock's journal discussed this feeling. Was it because there were no successful precedents?
"You're actually shy?"

The words that rang in his ears brought Anan, who was slightly tipsy, back to his senses: "I...I'm just too hot."

"The fireplace is indeed burning."

Laughter came from above, and the six hands holding him began to wander around.

Annan froze, not daring to move.

(End of this chapter)