Alien world

Chapter 1790, Section 423: The Assassination Completed
"What did you bring back?" Annan asked curiously.

"Don't ask, anyone who asks about this will throw up."

"I'm curious."

Annan didn't want to listen. He knew that listening would make him miserable for a day, but not listening would make him miserable for a year.

Berudona satisfied Annan's damned curiosity: "Have you ever heard of a food for human nobles, where eggs are stuffed into fish bellies, fish into goose bellies, geese into lamb bellies, and lambs into cow bellies?"

"I've not only heard of it, but I've also eaten it once, though I only ate the outermost layer of meat." Anan had always wondered, with such nested layers, how could the innermost egg still have any flavor? Or was it just for the sake of the idea?
Berudona told him that she did. The ingredients she brought were layered on top of each other, except that they were scavengers.

Hmm... you could call them dung-eating animals.

"You mean, the bundle just now contained vultures, the vultures' bellies contained rats, the rats' bellies contained flies, and the flies' bellies contained maggots?"

"It's not that bland."

Annan clicked his tongue in amazement: "More than the idea itself, I'm curious where you found all this stuff."

“You know, the Abyss is a land of extraordinary people and things, where you can find all sorts of illogical things.”

Annan nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly took off his socks and threw them into the pot.

"what are you doing?"

"People who learn magic for the first time often have a sudden idea: can I try a different way of casting spells? People who cook for the first time also want to try putting all kinds of ingredients together."

"What does it have to do with your smelly socks?"

"Its greatest significance lies in the fact that there is no relationship between them."

Berudona seemed thoughtful.

Belludona enlightened Annan, who in turn inspired Olmedo: she gradually added some strange things to it, such as fly eggs and the molted skin of little devils, with the main idea being to put whatever she could find in it.

Annan, not to be outdone, told Olmedo to wait for him, then ran out to ask Philos and his sister-in-law for some evil energy, which he brought back and mixed into the cooking pot.

Watching the original grayish-brown soup gradually change color, turning into a bright green soup that emitted fluorescence, casting a long, narrow, and menacing shadow of Annan.

The broth gradually thickened, and toxic bubbles slowly emerged, bursting and releasing toxic fumes that turned the space above the cooking pot into a cavity resembling the eye of a hurricane.

One of the mischievous little devils accidentally sniffed the food and instantly fainted. If Annan hadn't been quick enough to pull it back, there would have been an extra portion of food.

Feeling that it was about right, Annan used a soup spoon adapted to the little devil's size to scoop up a spoonful and spill it onto the street.

The rats, who dared not enter, swarmed forward, and those that touched the soup stains on the ground died instantly. Other rats, munching on the corpses of their kind stained with or having eaten the soup, also began to die suddenly, while those that did not die immediately began to flee in agony.

Annan's confidence soared. "This time, you're not going to die!"
When this dish, which contained all sorts of incredible ingredients, was served, Anan inexplicably felt that from another incredibly distant space, a being that could not be looked at directly and could not be spoken of sent him a blessing.

"What's wrong?" Berudona asked Annan, who was stunned.

Annan snapped out of his thoughts: "I have a strange feeling...maybe we can actually succeed this time."

He summoned a few little demons, who carried a cooking pot to the rotten tyrant.

Annan was a little worried that the Rotten Tyrant would become suspicious when he saw the pot of fluorescent green soup, but it turned out he was overthinking it. The Rotten Tyrant picked up the soup as casually as if he were popping a boil on his chest and drank it all in one gulp.

Gulu gulu——

It was the sound of thick soup flowing through the throat, the sound of swallowing, and the strange noises emanating from the body of the rotten tyrant. Before the gurgling sound had subsided, a series of crackling sounds rang out as the pustules on the rotten tyrant's skin rapidly swelled up, bursting like overripe fruit and spurting out putrid, thick juice.

The pounding of my heart, like a drumbeat, grew louder and more muffled in my chest.

Annan pulled Beludona back quietly to avoid being splashed with filth and poisonous soup when the Rotten Tyrant exploded.

Continue watching the festering tyrant, whose eyes are like those of a young and kind-hearted child, worrying about what he can worry about and pitying what he can pity within his power.

The little devils, unaware of what was happening, stood there dumbfounded. Some of them were splashed with juice, but no adverse reactions occurred.

Whether it was Beldona's theory that was correct or the fel energy that Annan poured in that took effect, only a few dozen seconds later, the Rotten Tyrant's massive body became a bloody mess, its entire body rotten, like a fruit left to ripen for days, its skin black and visibly shriveling rapidly.

Just when Annan thought the rotten tyrant was about to collapse, a satisfied, joyful laugh suddenly came from the rotten tyrant's broken body.

Annan almost thought that the Rotten Tyrant was about to be reborn like a phoenix rising from the ashes, and might even walk the path of legend to become the legendary Rotten Tyrant, but... its extremely weak heartbeat stopped at this moment.

The decay and decay of the tyrant's body is an undeniable fact.

“Beldonna…”

“It’s dead,” Berudona gave Annan the definitive answer.

There was no trace of a soul left in that body.

Beldona's words startled the dazed little demons, who averted their gaze from the shrunken, rotting tyrant and screamed.

"Lai and Lei killed their loving father!"

The group of little devils, covered in the stench of the rotten tyrant, charged toward them, their intimidation no less than that of Martin, who charged with a wooden sword drenched in excrement.

Annan quickly removed his and Beldona's disguises, took out two standard longswords from his magic ring, and tossed one to Beldona.

He's ready to unleash his succubus fighting prowess and go on a killing spree. If he can't beat the Dread Knight, he can certainly beat you!

As soon as he raised his longsword, a large group of little demons who had rushed over fell to the ground, crying out, "My lords, thank you for saving us!"

Annam, who had just drawn his sword, looked completely bewildered.

Their change of heart was so rapid that Annan couldn't immediately tell whether they had come for revenge or were eager to surrender.

Annan put down his sword and looked again at the withered, decaying tyrant... Ugh, how could he have used such a description?

The Rotten Tyrant is the last name on the list. After dealing with him, Annan can go back and wait for the show to begin tomorrow.

However… Annan was somewhat troubled by the sight of these little devils staring at him expectantly.

Logically, since they saw him, regardless of whether there was any risk of exposure, it would be best to deal with them together, but Annan disliked killing.

Annan looked at Berudona, who remained unmoved: "I am the devil."

Why would a devil like her need so many little devils?

"You're not going to use the tavern, so you're not going to use it?"

"Didn't you say how long the tavern would stay open?" Beldona spread her hands, mimicking Annan. "I came out to help you find the Six-Armed Serpent Demon. Since you've already come out in person, why should I bother?"

(End of this chapter)