Alien world

Chapter 1778, Section 411: The Desire Demon Wants to Fight

Dwarfs played a significant role in spreading dwarf jokes.

Annan did not agree with all dwarf jokes, but sometimes when he was in contact with Bronzebeard, he felt that there were indeed some merits to dwarf jokes.

The headless horseman's head twitched at the corner of his mouth: "That's a good joke; it's almost made me want to laugh. And you, a rare male succubus?"

"Who are you calling rare?"

"Uh, is this your joke?"

"No, I'm not very good at telling jokes." But since he'd been paid by the succubus, Annan had no choice but to tell his joke: "Mr. Headless Horseman, have you ever been criticized for telling jokes?"

"What are you accusing us of?"

"There's always an end to jokes, isn't there?"

The succubus stared blankly at Annan; she didn't understand.

But the headless horseman's head remained silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, his body trembling as he clutched his abdomen.

"Looks like it worked, go on."

Annan waved to the succubus, watching her pick up the headless knight's head and follow it upstairs. He was quite pleased, considering it a small contribution to the succubus race.

"I don't want to serve you anymore!"

Just then, the succubus prostitute suddenly shouted, forcefully throwing the headless knight's head aside, "Olme, no more, no less, you are the man in my heart!"

bang——

She nestled into Annam's arms like a swallow.

Annan was speechless: "You..."

The succubus raised her head, her tearful eyes sparkling like stars: "Olme, no more, no less, I don't want to be a prostitute anymore, I want to go with you!"

"Hey Hey Hey……"

"Wake up, hey, wake up."

The call shattered his reverie, and Annan, wiping his mouth, turned and looked around: "What's going on?"

"I should ask you something else," said the centipede demon carrying the plate. "You've been standing there grinning like an idiot for ages."

"Where is that succubus?"

The centipede demon pointed a row of fingers at the stairs: "We've been up there with the headless knight for a while now."

Annan looked up at the empty corner of the staircase upstairs.

"Oh."

Strange, why would I fantasize about something like that?
Chaos is truly harmful!

Back at the counter, just as I sat down, the Four-Armed Bee Demon leaned over and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

“I…” Annan suddenly remembered that he was charging a fee and changed his mind, “I don’t want anything, just sit for a while.”

The Four-Handed Bee Demon didn't explicitly say that sitting down would cost money, but he felt uncomfortable when someone didn't pay, so he said, "It's almost dawn, aren't you going back to rest?"

Annan glanced at the faint light shining outside the tavern.

"That's right."

Annan got up and went upstairs. Behind the counter, the Four-Handed Bee Demon silently watched his back.

……

As soon as Annan pushed open the door, the lustful demon lying on the bed suddenly sat up.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

"I know it's you."

Ruth sniffed and found no unpleasant or unusual smells on Annan, so she was fairly satisfied.

It wasn't that she was jealous, but rather that she didn't want Olme to be using her money to squander.

"How about it?"

“It was very rewarding.”

"I found out the rules of this bloody war, got to know a lot of demons, and maintained good relationships with succubi and vampires." It was a very fulfilling night.

Ruth frowned slightly after hearing this: "What does this have to do with the mission?"

"How can it not matter? What if one of them decides to participate in the bloody battle? They could pass on a message to the Rat King for us, wouldn't they?"

"To deliver a message?"

Annan, who had let slip the secret, tried to cover it up: "It was about getting close to the Rat King and finding out about him."

Ruth complained, "We're here to kill the Rat King, what's the point of doing this?"

"Then what can we do? We can't just keep fighting our way down to kill the Rat King, can we?" Annan said, spreading his hands.

"Why not?" Ruth's eyes gleamed with eagerness. "We can rightfully kill the Rat King in the bloody battle!"

"Me? Kill the Rat King?" Annan pointed at himself in disbelief. "How can a succubus like me participate in the war? Should I drain the enemy dry or kill them? It would be such a bad influence if children saw this."

Besides, he was there to save people; what kind of behavior is it to go and do something against the person he was supposed to save?

"But you..."

Annan glanced at Russ a few times.

Among his formidable strength, massive physique, and mastery of secret techniques, Ruth also possessed a good physique.

Succubi and succubi represent two sides of the same coin: order and chaos in the abyss. In simpler terms, neither of them is particularly adept at combat.

But he underestimated Ruth; the scars on her body weren't from playing with demons.

“I want to join the war,” Ruth said firmly.

"What?"

"I want to join the war!"

Ruth transforms into a battle lust demon.

……

Before dawn, Annan followed Ruth out of the tavern and took her to register for the Blood Station.

Seeing Ruth's eager look, Annan seriously suspected that killing the Rat King was just an excuse, and that what the succubus really wanted to do was fight.

"I've already inquired. The Bloody Battleground is full of powerful opponents, and it's said that even the Five-Colored Dragon is involved. If we can't admit defeat, I'll have to search for your fragments in the dragon dung. And no one will be able to complete Lady Biros's mission."

With his mind filled with thoughts of battle, Ruth blurted out, "Isn't there still you?"

"You actually believe me now?"

For Annan, the most urgent task was to find his cheap gray rat siblings and figure out their plans.

There were many rat-men selling rat-man cakes—a kind of grass cake that looked like mud—on the street. A group of baby rat-men had gathered around them, a scene that was both bizarre and familiar.

Annamese people went to ask the price, and it was three copper coins for a cake. Having been ripped off in the tavern, Annamese people were incredibly moved to see such cheap food, provided they didn't ask about the ingredients of the cakes.

Annan took out a silver coin and bought thirty-three cakes, which he then distributed to the young mouse-men who were eagerly watching him.

At first they didn't dare to take it, but when Annan started throwing it at them, the young mice swarmed over, squeaking anxiously for food.

Although they are called baby mice, they are only a little over half a month old, but they are not small. They are 50 or 60 centimeters long, longer than the mice in the swarm. Their fur has not yet fallen off, and they look like grass that has been grazed by sheep. Obviously, they were all born naturally. The mice born to the mother mice are all weapons of war, and they are born as elite mice.

Some of the baby rats who got the cakes turned around and ran away in a scramble, some simply squatted down next to Annan and started eating, and others imitated the posture they had seen somewhere and crawled at Annan's feet.

You know what, even rat people are quite cute when they're little.

After distributing the thirty-three cakes, Annan returned to Russ's side and continued on his way.

"what are you doing?"

Ruth initially thought Olme's actions had some deeper meaning, but it turned out to be simply distributing food. "They're all ratmen."

“What’s wrong with the rat people? They’ve already suffered enough. I’m feeding them so that at least in their short lives, someone will treat them well.”

Ruth remained silent for a long time: "You're such a contradictory succubus."

"You think I'm very kind?"

"No, you're completely confused."

(End of this chapter)