Alien world

Chapter 1799, Section 432: Ruth vs. the Rat King
The armored behemoth was blinded by its own perspective, but the audience could see clearly that the flesh that had just been severed was merely a claw extended by the Rat King.

"you're right."

The rat king, with a broken claw, spoke, and his thunderous whisper echoed throughout the bloody arena.

“I am the sinful rat of the clan; they are dead, but I live on.”

The Rat King swung out its claws, which were the same size as the armored behemoth. It looked slow, but just by looking at the sand and gravel it kicked up, which slammed against the stone walls of the bloodbath a hundred meters away, and how the armored behemoth didn't even have time to dodge, you could tell how fast it was.

"Therefore I must atone for my sins."

The Rat King gripped the armored behemoth like a wild dog lunging at it, its claws tightening, instantly rendering the beast powerless to retaliate. The Rat King lifted it up and hurled it with all its might.

"I will avenge my clan! Revenge is the best atonement!!"

Sand and stones flew, and a roar echoed over the bloody battlefield. The armored behemoth transformed into a shooting star, streaking hundreds of meters with a shrill scream, and crashed heavily into a cluster of dilapidated houses. Large areas of the houses collapsed, and billowing smoke and dust rose.

A few seconds later, the loud noise returned to the bloody scene.

puff--

The armored behemoth embedded in the rock wall let out a long, drawn-out exhale, and then died.

Annan shook his head. He admitted that the armored behemoth's three axe blows were indeed impressive, but the gap in size could not be bridged by finding a few weaknesses.

A huge size itself represents power, so why does a dragon-hunting team need five people of the same level to hunt a dragon instead of going alone?
Unless the Macken ratmen have discovered other weaknesses of the Rat King, Annan can't imagine how they could defeat him. Besides the Black Pearl, who else could possibly defeat him?
So the question is, how should Ruth fight the Rat King?
Hmm... what's the difference between breaking it into one hundred pieces and breaking it into ninety-nine pieces?

Annan felt confident, while the gray rats looked at each other in bewilderment.

What's going on? Why is the Rat King's reaction different from what was expected?
In their minds, the Rat King lacked wisdom, was weak-willed, and had abandoned the clan. These weaknesses should have made it like a glass warhammer, but how did they all suddenly disappear?
Some of the gray-furred rats looked at Philos, who was acting as the referee and had calmly dispatched the ratmen to bring back the armored behemoth—the armored behemoth had appeared, but it wasn't necessarily dead. If it wasn't dead and hadn't surrendered, the matter wasn't over.

They were all fooled by this mother mouse?!
"High Priest, the Rat King is acting differently than before." Beside the eerie green fel-elemental lake, a gray-furred rat serving the High Priest whispered, "Did last night's assassination attempt make the Naaru take this seriously?"

High Priest McKennen faced the Fel Lake, its emerald green light casting a shimmering glow upon it.

“That’s how it should be. He is the king of the clan. He can abandon the clan and run for his own life, but he must never act like a coward,” the high priest said slowly.

The gray-haired mouse whispered, "But when the Rat King gets serious, wouldn't no mouse be able to defeat it?"

The Rat King is the symbol of each clan; their ugliness, ferocity, and enormous size are all expressions of the rat people's totemism.

"Then let's give it another chance."

High Priest McKenne didn't care; whoever was chosen as the legion commander, he would still be McKenne's legion commander.

The gray-haired rat lowered its head again, listening to the news of the bloody field carried by the wind, and looked ahead at the fel energy lake that resembled a pool of acidic liquid.

Its area is large enough to generate natural tides driven by the wind and the earth, but the tides do not lick the shore; instead, the edges rotate slowly counterclockwise.

……

The ratmen pried the armored behemoth out of the stone wall.

The heavy armor was deformed by the immense force, barely retaining its outline. But the behemoth inside had long since turned into minced meat, spilling everywhere as the armor was carried out.

The ratmen packed the scattered pieces of the giant beast into boxes and carried them back. After circling the bloody field, Philos announced that the armored behemoth was dead and the Rat King had won. Looking at the droopy rat face of the armored behemoth's owner, Annan guessed that it probably had a grudge against his adopted siblings.

Don't let Philosophy's seemingly intelligent, aloof, and meticulous nature fool you; she's actually quite vengeful...

Meanwhile, the commotion from the Rat King's battle reached the area behind the Bloodbath Arena where the contestants were staying.

Ruth's demonic eyes gazed intently at the colony destroyed by the Rat King's attack, his gaze filled with both longing for the battle against the enemy and worry for the future.

Is it too late for me to switch to throwing the rat king to win?

"Just a dud with all its strength," she heard Black Dragon's somewhat disdainful comment.

Black Pearl did not deny the Rat King's terrifying power, but as long as it remained bound to the earth, there was no creature on the continent of Allen that could defeat the dragon.

Dragons possess more than just physical bodies; they also have dragon breath, dragon language magic, dragon spells…

Rus guessed that she probably meant, "In terms of strength, I am no match for the Rat King."

Next, Ruth and Black Pearl appeared almost one after the other. Black Pearl still finished with a single breath of dragon fire, though the duration had increased from two or three seconds to more than ten seconds.

The succubus was lucky to be matched with an evenly matched opponent, though he was weaker than his opponent, but his ability to float made up for it.

But Russ, like a berserker, clashed head-on with his opponent, his two longswords flashing with sword light all around him. However, his opponent, relying on his strength advantage, forced him into a corner. Anan, watching anxiously, kept shouting, "If you don't want to use those wings, tear them off and roast them for me to eat!"

Ruth won in the end, but his luck ran out starting from the tenth round.

She encountered the Rat King, the champion chosen by Annan and the chosen one by the High Priest of Macken.

"Go, Succubus! Surviving is victory!"

The lustful demon took a deep breath, walked under the red iron gate, and arrived in front of the rat king, who was as big as a small mountain, amidst the cheers of Annan.

In addition to the two longswords in her left and right hands, she also had a specially made rapier biting into her mouth with her silver teeth.

At the sound of the command, Russ instantly sprang into action, brandishing three longswords as he charged toward the Rat King.

Just as the Rat King extended its claws and was about to grab Russ, she vanished as if in a flash, reappearing outside the claws, suddenly accelerating, her body surrounded by sword light like a spinning blade demon.

Annan had seen Aunt Susan peel potatoes, and it was pretty much like that.

However, this near-flash-like instantaneous teleportation caused great damage to Ruth. After appearing for only a few seconds, her body began to bleed, as if a layer of blood film covered her skin. She looked even more seriously injured than the Rat King.

The Rat King simultaneously lunged at Ruth with both claws, slamming them together where she stood. The resulting shockwave caused painful ache in the ears of many demons with keen hearing. But the Rat King then opened its claws, indicating that the succubus had once again slipped away like an eel.

Where has she gone?

As the Rat King looked around, a commotion arose in the audience.

They saw the succubus leap into the air like a graceful dancer, appearing on the back of the Rat King's neck. Blood gushed from her body like a waterfall, instantly turning her into a blood-soaked figure, before she spun and slashed at the Rat King's neck—

(End of this chapter)