Alien world

Chapter 1797, Section 430: The Assassination in Progress

Hera couldn't sleep, so she walked the streets of the new royal city.

The gray mouse was so excited about defeating all its opponents tomorrow, standing on the Rat King's head, and achieving final victory that it couldn't sleep.

"My spear can pierce the strongest shield, and my shield can block the sharpest spear—"

It heard shouts coming from ahead, and stepped forward amidst the retreat of the group of brown mice, looking at the gray mice wearing leather armor hawking their wares.

Scanning the ordinary wooden spears and shields that were being visited, Hera, like the ratmen observing, expressed her skepticism.

"You don't believe me? If you don't believe me, then pick up my shield and let me stab you! Who dares?"

Hera had no interest in joining in the fun, but as soon as she finished speaking, the ratmen around her instantly retreated, making her stand out.

"Looks like there's a brave soul out there, let's go!"

The gray-haired rat tossed the wooden shield over, and Hera watched as it picked up the wooden spear without refusing.

After all, how could a wooden spear possibly hurt oneself?
As it was thinking this, it heard a soft "poof" sound, a soft sound coming from inside its own body.

The surroundings were deathly silent. Hera looked down in a daze and saw that the wooden shield had been pierced with a hole, and the spear that had pierced the shield had also pierced her chest. Her life force was rapidly draining away from the hole.

"It seems you are right, the strongest spear cannot stop the sharpest shield."

The gray-haired rat shook its head and sighed, then abandoned its stall and ran away.

The gray-haired rat, who was dreaming of becoming a legion commander, never realized how it had been killed until its death.

……

"How could this be?"

"Why not? You're a succubus."

"I am a succubus, but I also have pride! No, absolutely not!"

"Then we can only target its other weakness: its love of fighting. We should invite it out for a fight."

"I suddenly realize that your suggestion wasn't entirely without merit..."

A few minutes later, a beautiful succubus led a gray rat into the shed.

The gray-haired mouse couldn't wait to take off his clothes and go to hug the succubus, but the succubus dodged him and chuckled softly, "Don't be impatient, my little Jerry, close your eyes and get ready to enjoy."

At this moment, no male could refuse. The gray-haired rat closed its eyes and heard the succubus's hooves approaching again, her whisper carried on her alluring scent: "Milos greets you."

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A few seconds later, the succubus stepped out of the shed, expressionless, and said to Annan, who was keeping watch outside, "Target taken."

"I knew you could do it!"

Annan, who was sitting on the stone platform, whistled and jumped down to speak.

"Just this once, don't tell anyone." Berdona looked around. Though she was a devil, she had principles.

If word got out that she had disguised herself as a succubus to seduce the ratmen, her tribe would laugh at her.

"Tell me what?" Annan pretended nothing had happened, peering into the room. He was astonished to see the gray rat lying on the floor, its filthy blood flowing freely. "How did it die? Did someone beat us to it?!"

Berudona was satisfied with Annan's attitude and hurriedly left with him to head to their next assassination target.

Subsequently, similar scenes began to occur in the depths of the Skaven city-state.

After numerous assassinations, Annan discerned a pattern: his movements became faster and more perfunctory. "Miviev... or Milley? Whatever, I'll give you my regards anyway."

The players in the bloody battle undoubtedly suffered a devastating blow.

They have to participate in bloody battles with a mortality rate of over 50% during the day, and suffer assassination attempts at night.

Annan was also aggrieved. He thought he could only clear a few at most in one night, but he didn't expect them to be so unguarded. Some of them even lay in the open to rest. Annan felt that he could assassinate them with a bow and arrow.

After a long night of commotion, the frequent attacks on the contestants finally alerted the Macken ratmen. Ironically, the ratmen realized that they hadn't discovered a problem, but rather that they had been making too many moves and had overlooked the rats running around everywhere, allowing them to inform their master and causing the plan to fail.

Upon learning the news, Philosopher's siblings immediately sent their men to inform Annan, who was still meticulously reviewing the list, to withdraw. They then donned their priestly robes and answered the High Priest's call.

……

"Milos, how dare you kill my rat!"

"I didn't! It wasn't me!" the rat-man elder who was being accused screamed.

Annan never imagined that the name he made up on the spot would actually correspond to a gray-haired rat.

"If it wasn't you, why did the murderer say it was you?" another gray rat questioned.

"Some despicable person is framing me!"

The ratman elder named Milos cried out, looking at the ratmen being carried in one after another, each with a different manner of death, but most of them killed with a single blow. He was somewhat panicked: "I only killed one, how come there are so many!?"

It did consider assassinating its rivals to help itself reach the top, but it was also aware of its own strength. Not to mention the Rat King, it couldn't possibly assassinate any of the rat people who could defeat its subordinates. So it only eliminated one rival at the very beginning when it had unrealistic fantasies.

It suddenly turned to another gray-furred mouse, its sworn enemy: "Peter, is that you?!"

"What evidence do you have?" The gray-haired rat, summoned by Milos, looked around.

If Annan could come up with the idea of ​​eliminating players to promote his own people, why couldn't the Macken ratmen?
On the surface, it appears that only Annan is assassinating his rivals, but in reality, all the gray rats who have their eyes on the position of legion commander are frantically eliminating dissidents.

Philosophy stood to the side, her expression unchanged. She had known all along that these gray rats were restless, which was why she had Annan Reeves take advantage of the chaos.

Looking at the high priest standing in front of the Rat God statue, he remained silent, as did Philos, who thought the argument wouldn't affect her.

"Phiros, do you think doing this will allow the Rat King to become the Legion Commander? Don't even dream about it. You two sinful rats, one of you can only become a stepping stone, and you... you should pick a gray rat to breed with as soon as possible!" The gray rat priest, who had always been at odds with Phiros, steered the conversation toward her.

Philosophy remained calm: "First of all, this has nothing to do with me. Secondly, I won't choose trash who's inferior to me."

"Who are you calling trash?!"

Philosopher maintained her indifferent attitude: "It's definitely not you, because you don't even qualify to compete."

Just then, a guard ratman burst in with a message: the Rat King had been attacked.

High Priest McKennen raised his eyelids and looked at Philos, whose genuine panic did not seem to be feigned.

……

Dawn was breaking, but Annan wanted to pull one last shot and complete the final piece of the puzzle—clear Philosopher's and the Rat King's names.

After all, all the other rats were attacked and covered in dirt, but you were fine. What's so special about that?
Besides helping Philosopher avoid some arguments, it also highlights the Rat King's bravery, making it easier to build momentum for him.

It's a good opportunity to meet the Rat King.

Annan was very curious about how Little Smo had managed to convince a rat king of a ratman clan to embrace the Free Blade's ideology.

(End of this chapter)