Alien world

Chapter 1788, Section 421: The Dread Knight, the Skinner, Greets You

Annan and Berudona felt ashamed.

One of them infiltrated the demons' ranks without even being recognized by the succubus queen, while the other disguised himself as a demon and opened a tavern in the Mackenzie capital, only to be caught off guard and exposed by a minor demon.

Annan quickly retreated, shielding Berudona in front of him.

The expected anger did not occur; instead, a deep, resonant voice, tinged with kindness and tinged with the envy of the little demons, rang out:
“My children, I am very pleased with your thoughtfulness... From now on, cooking will be your responsibility.”

The Rotten Tyrant is looking forward to the two little devils using their intelligence to bring him more surprises.

The good news is that the Rotten Tyrant did not attack them.

The bad news is that the poison that could kill a dragon is just a "surprise dish" for the Rotten Tyrant.

Annan and Beldona exchanged glances. Since even the rotten tyrant himself had expressed his anticipation, then they should intensify their efforts!
Carrying the cooking pot back, Annan muttered to himself, "Are you sure you weren't fooled by the person who sold it to you? This thing can really poison a dragon?"

"My uncle gave it to me."

"It might be expired, that's for sure. Older people often have the habit of letting things expire."

In any case, poison was no different from spice in the mouth of the festering tyrant.

Berudona brought several doses of poison, and Annan urged her to put the rest in as well.

"Poisons neutralize each other and do not become more toxic when mixed together."

As she spoke, Berudona produced a sample of acidic venom extracted from the crop of a green dragon.

"The Rotten Tyrant may be highly resistant to venom, but the Green Dragon's venom is extremely lethal to all creatures."

"What are you waiting for!"

Annan urged Berudona to pour the venom in.

"Let's wait a bit longer, what if we accidentally erode the pot?"

As the cooking was nearing its end, Beldona poured the green dragon venom into the pot and handed it to the Rotten Tyrant.

Annan watched nervously as the rotten tyrant successfully drank the venom, but the scene of it dissolving from the inside out did not occur. Instead, a loving voice rang out with a hint of joy: "Good, so spicy, I like this taste."

Green Dragon Venom is about as effective as chili peppers on the Rotten Tyrant.

I tried several more times, but the downside was that no matter how I poisoned it, I couldn't harm the Rotten Tyrant's main body.

The advantage is that the Rotten Tyrant eats one meal a day, and one meal a day, giving them ample time to experiment and make mistakes.

The progress on the Rotten Tyrant's side was slow, and with only one day left before the bloody battle, they split up to carry out their mission.

Berdona continued trying, while Annan went back to the tavern to get her some things and also to deal with the remaining two names on the list.

……

The Dread Knight sat in the room, calmly polishing his armor, like a statue, making it hard to associate him with the labels outsiders had for him, such as "brutal" and "terrorist".

But this is a terrifying knight that has never seen blood. Once it comes into contact with blood, it will instantly transform into a tireless and painless killing machine.

At that moment, the Dread Knight seemed to sense something, pulled up his helmet to cover his deathly pale skin, and looked out the door.

The next moment, a dark shadow crashed through the window and rolled into the room.

Outside the door, a figure flashed by.

"The skinner greets you, hee-ha!"

The unstable fel energy within the felstone erupted instantly, engulfing the entire hut.

……

Chi-

In the narrow alleys between the shabby houses, skinners crouch before their hunted prey, slit open its throat, and stretch out their heads to greedily suck the gushing hot blood.

"puff."

It suddenly spat, a hint of confusion appearing on its blood-filled, grotesque face. Why does the blood smell...awful?

The stench was intensifying, and the skinner looked up and sniffed, pinpointing the source of the stench to the alleyway outside.

Almost simultaneously, a shadow flashed across the alley, and a black shadow like shards of mud came crashing down on them.

The skinner twisted himself into an unbelievable shape, dodging an attack that seemed almost impossible to avoid, and was about to give chase when the wooden planks beneath his feet, along with the surrounding shacks, suddenly collapsed.

Gravel, planks, and screaming ratmen carrying the skinner plummeted down.

The free-falling skinner suddenly unleashed unparalleled speed, leaping upwards like a siren riding a giant wave, stepping on the falling debris around it.

Just as it was about to leap out of the dust-shrouded area and onto the cliff—

Snapped!
A lump of something that was definitely not mud, but a foul-smelling, hot, sticky substance, was slapped solidly onto its face.

"The Dread Knight greets you, hoho!"

……

Annan had taken two felstones with him before leaving home. He used one against the ratman elder, and gave the remaining one to the most difficult enemy, the Dread Knight.

He wasn't sure if the Fel Stone could kill the Dread Knight; it was highly unlikely, so he turned and ran after making his move, not daring to linger.

Finding the Skinner took some effort, as it was hunting a demon.

Annan went back to the tavern first to find out the location of the demon, and waited there in advance before catching up with the Skinner.

Even without the Fel Stone, Annan still has countless insidious ways to provoke the Skinners—like throwing excrement at them.

Such an extremely humiliating attack made Annan doubt that two powder kegs, each ready to pounce, could shake hands and make peace.

Next, just watch these two brutal and arrogant guys fight it out.

After waiting for a long time, no news of them fighting came.

Annan had no choice but to return to the tavern to retrieve Beldona's belongings. Just as he got them, the figure of the Dread Knight appeared at the tavern entrance.

A chilling aura instantly swept in, and the once noisy tavern quickly fell silent as the terrifying knight entered.

thump -- thump -- thump --

The terrifying knight's boots landed on the floor, spreading frost as it walked to the counter, blocking Annan's way before he could leave: "I need to know the location of the Skinner."

It seems the truth hasn't been discovered.

Annan felt a slight sense of relief and deliberately held up a finger at it.

Dang rang rang rang——

The ten golden sprites that landed on the counter made a melodious sound.

Annan's action of pulling Kinnar into his arms didn't seem like acting: "There's news that an hour ago, the Skinner was hunting in the residential area on the third floor and got his face smeared with shit, hehe..."

The terrifying knight turned around in silence, then paused, slowly turning back, his eyes behind his mask gleaming with a chilling light.

Your voice sounds familiar.

"Uh...a lot of demons say my voice sounds like their boyfriend's..."

Annan sensed something was wrong and gave Beldona's men a meaningful look, telling them to quickly call Uncle Abyss Demon over.

No, it's you!

Annan feigned ignorance: "I don't know what you're talking about. Horror Knight, this is the Beast Skeleton Tavern, not a place where you can cause trouble."

The Dread Knight was arrogant and self-important, but not a fool who caused trouble everywhere. He couldn't fathom why the tavern demon would attack him.

It stared intently at Annan: "Then say it again, 'The skinner greets you, eh-ha!'"

(End of this chapter)