Alien world

Chapter 1785, Section 418: The Assassination List
In the end, they had no choice but to come up with ideas together and go along with the same scheme.

"I'll go first."

To get Beldona to unleash her full power—in a cunning, despicable, and ruthless manner—Annan probed the waters, pointing to the detailed information he'd gathered from the tavern: "The Filthy Nest is a rare conjoined rat-man, with one body possessing four different consciousnesses. The intelligence says they often quarrel, hate each other, and have a fatal weakness..."

"Could we use this to create discord among them, causing them to fight each other?"

Berudona gave her approval: "The Skullcrusher is irritable. We can deliberately provoke it, make it go berserk and attack the ratmen, and disqualify it from the competition."

“And then there are the Dread Knights and the Skinners,” Annan said excitedly. “The Dread Knights are brutal and arrogant, and the Skinners are arrogant and brutal. We can make them bleed profusely.”

“The Rotten Tyrant likes to eat, so we’ll make it a Nurgle soup that will surely kill it!” Annan sneered sinisterly. “Their death is so unusual that even if the Macken ratmen suspect something, they won’t have an excuse.”

"As expected of you." Berdona clapped her hands.

Annan awoke with a start: "It wasn't me, it was this damned succubus bloodline!"

……

To outsiders, the Filthy Nest is a single entity, except that it looks a bit strange—a bloated and messy body with four legs and six arms topped with four heads, like a two-headed ogre, except that its noise frequency is four times that of a two-headed ogre, or maybe twice?
As for the Filthy Nest, they each have their own consciousness and names: Dafin, Rafiro, Michelangelo, and Donatello.

The order of ranking is not important, nor is the order of birth. Don't ask why; anyone who asks this is doomed.

The eighth level of the Ratman city-state is a cluster of dark, interconnected caverns.

From one of the larger holes, a rustling, frictional sound echoed in the darkness as a distorted silhouette, utterly blasphemous, slowly crawled in.

The creature, resembling a horse twisted upright into a pretzel and then having three heads and several human hands and feet stuffed onto it, dragged its prey back to its cave.

Hearing the noise, the rats fled in panic, revealing skeletons covered with gnaw marks.

He sat down silently in the pile of bones, and Dafin shouted from the head inside the body, "I'll have the first bite!"

The other three heads remained silent, not out of obedience, but because they dared not speak out against their anger.

Dafinel controls both of the Filthy Nest's hands and legs; unless the remaining three join forces, they simply cannot defeat it.

After tearing open the centaur's chest cavity that had been dragged back, Dafin first picked up the heart and ate it in three bites, then began to feast on the most delicious fat and liver.

It was said to be the first bite, but Dafin had almost emptied the entire centaur's chest cavity, leaving only the skull and ribs.

The remaining three hungry heads no longer cared about ranking and began tearing at the remaining centaur.

Several tens of minutes later, the cave returned to silence, and the filthy nest leaned against the rock wall and dozed off.

squeak-

Red lights shone from the various caves in the rock wall, and the rats, eyeing the scraps of meat left over from their filthy nest, crawled silently past.

Snapped.

Suddenly, a large, curved hand grabbed the mouse that had gotten too close.

Michelangelo grabbed the struggling mouse in his palm, stuffed it into his mouth, and with a bite, the mouse made a short "squeak" and stopped moving. He then began to chew it.

"Why?"

Michelangelo stopped eating, leaving only a section of the rat's tail sticking out.

Silence reigned all around, broken only by the scurrying of startled mice. Just as Michelangelo thought it was his own inner voice and was about to continue eating, the voice rang out again.

"We were all born at the same time, so why should Dafin be the first to enjoy the good things?"

"Who?" Michelangelo looked around, but the other three heads did not react. Donatucci scratched his nose and continued to doze off.

Dafin, located in the center of his chest, gradually began to snore.

"Big brother, I'm the fifth brother." The small voice rang out.

"Where did this fifth brother come from..."

The voice said, "I've always been here, but I'm the weakest, and I dare not make a sound. I only dare to sneak out for some fresh air when you're all asleep..."

Michelangelo believed there really was a fifth brother, because every time it fell asleep and woke up, its body would change position. But the biggest reason was that it called itself the eldest brother.

"You call me big brother?"

"Yeah, because I saw it clearly when you were born, you were the first one out, you're the boss! Your head is also the highest, why should Dafin be the boss? It doesn't act like a big brother at all, it always gets to eat the good stuff first..."

"Yes, yes, we can only scavenge its leftovers..."

Dafin stopped snoring and mumbled, "Michelangelo, what are you babbling about?"

A tiny voice cried out in alarm, "Big brother, please don't expose me, or I won't be able to help you!"

Michelangelo was very curious about the voice that called itself the fifth brother. After a short silence, he couldn't wait to ask, "How will you help me?"

"Of course, you should be the boss, big brother!"

Once the seeds of ambition take root, they sprout quickly, not to mention the four brothers of the Filthy Nest, who were so close and respectful to each other that they wished the other three brothers would die so that they would be the only ones left.

“I can’t beat Dafin…” Dafin has two hands, but no legs.

"It doesn't matter if we can't beat it, I'll persuade Rafiro and Donatachi to help you too!" the tiny voice said. "Dafin has two arms and two legs, but you two have four arms, two legs, and two more heads than it, so you're definitely stronger!"

"Are you really the fifth brother?"

"Really, big brother, you can call me Xiao Wu!"

The voice that called itself Xiao Wu kept calling him "Big Brother," which Michelangelo had never heard before. In addition, Xiao Wu knew a lot about them, so Michelangelo believed it almost instantly.

"Big brother, wait for me. I'll go get second and third brothers right away..."

Michelangelo closed his eyes, and soon heard Raffaello's snoring pause, followed by Donatucci.

Not long after, Xiao Wu's voice came back: "Big brother, I convinced them!"

Michelangelo immediately looked down and met the eyes of two other faces that were tilted upwards.

"Ahem...did you hear what the fifth brother said?" Michelangelo adopted the authority of the eldest brother.

Rafael followed up, saying, "I didn't expect there to be a fifth one. I think it's right..."

Donatich scratched his head, realizing he was the boss, and after a long while, he finally managed to say, "I'll leave some meat for you guys."

The three heads appeared to be loving and harmonious, and no one noticed the misunderstanding.

Perhaps because it was Michelangelo's first time being the leader, the commotion as he and his two companions divided the spoils was so great that it startled Dafenel.

"Raffaello, Michelangelo, Donatucci, what are you arguing about?"

The three heads, which had been chattering away just moments before, fell silent instantly. Then, a sharp whistling sound rang out as air passed through the narrow throats that had constricted in tension:
"Do it!"

(End of this chapter)