Alien world

Chapter 1800, Section 433: Ha, lust demon. Ha, succubus.

Snapped!
Then, Russ, who was in mid-air, was swatted away by the retracted claw like a fly, and slammed diagonally onto the ground, transforming into a stone that was still heading towards the lake, rolling and leaping dozens of meters away.

wow-

Ruth stopped gliding, spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered to her feet.

The Rat King looked down at it, as if asking, "Have you had enough of this?"

Exquisite skills are useless in the face of absolute power—relying on self-destructive attacks, the succubus only managed to tear the Rat King's thick skin, causing it to bleed a little.

Ruth's response was to pick up the longsword that was scattered a few meters away, stand up unsteadily, and charge at the Rat King again.

Losing patience, the Rat King seized Russ like a giant armored beast, and the moment the succubus was caught in his claws, he lost the power to resist.

Sigh...

Russ let out a gasping sound as his chest was being squeezed, his bloodshot pupils reflecting the Rat King's increasingly approaching ugly head, a sense of powerlessness flashing through his mind.

Goodbye, Commander... Goodbye, Lady Biros, goodbye, Annan... Olme is just right...

Just as the Rat King was about to turn his opponent into a short shooting star, just like in the previous round, a tiny, insignificant trinket fell from Ruth's body.

The Rat King lowered his head and looked at the Annam model that had fallen to the ground and shattered.

The grip that had been suffocating Ruth suddenly loosened, and then a voice echoed in Ruth's mind: "What is your relationship with Lord Annan?"

Annam? Your Excellency?
The lustful demon's current state didn't allow her to think, and almost unconsciously echoed the Rat King's words: "I'm a friend of the Annamese..."

The Rat King looked up again and saw Lord Annan waving his hand at him and silently mouthing the words.

It loosened its claws, letting the lustful demon slide out and fall to the ground.

"you lose."

The fresh air filled his lungs, and Ruth felt alive again. His face was flushed... a mixture of the pent-up frustration from earlier and the humiliation of his defeat.

She got up without a word and silently picked up the scattered fragments of the Annam model.

Including this time, Annan has "saved" him twice now, though he doesn't know it...

The Rat King seemed indifferent to her, took a step back, and turned to walk off the field.

Before the gate, a gray-haired rat noble stood there, questioning the approaching rat king: "Why didn't you kill it!"

"Are you teaching me what to do?"

"You are nothing but a sin—"

The Rat King interrupted the gray-haired rat nobleman, saying in a deep voice, "The demon is an ally of the clan. You want me to kill my ally?"

The gray-haired rat nobleman stood there, stunned. It wasn't that it didn't think of retaliating, but rather that it hadn't expected the rat king to retaliate.

What's going on? How come the Rat King is suddenly so clever...?
After picking up the fragments of the Annan model, Ruth, covered in blood and dust, left and sat down next to Annan.

"Who is that?"

Despite his injuries, Ruth remained wary of outsiders.

"Give my recruited men a heads-up."

"Greetings, Lord Succubus," Beldona, disguised as a rat-woman, said timidly.

Ruth didn't have time to delve into the details; she was physically and mentally exhausted, as if she had just survived a bloody battle... well, it was a bloody battle, but she was the one who was brutally killed.

"Your injury..."

Annan lifted Ruth's arm, then let go, watching the exhausted arm fall freely.

“A good night’s sleep will do the trick,” Ruth said.

Her injuries were mainly abrasions, bruises, and bleeding, nothing serious—the Rat King had gone easy on her.

Why did it hold back? Oh, because of Annam... but what does that have to do with Annam?
"Russ, you have made history."

Annan's words interrupted Ruth's already limited energy, and she looked away: "What, history...?" "The history of the Bloody War as the loser but who emerged on his own." Other losers were brought up by the ratmen, and occasionally the loser and the winner would be brought up together, "Losing to the Rat King, not shameful."

"But the mission failed..."

“So what? We could simply say we were too late; the Rat King had already told the Macken Ratmen everything, but loyal Ruth still wanted to complete Lady Beros’s mission.”

Annan casually remarked, "Although she failed to kill the Rat King, Ruth has already proven her loyalty."

"Isn't this lying to Lady Biros?"

“Lying means deception. Did we deceive anyone? Can you guarantee that the Rat King didn’t tell the High Priest before?” Annan spread his hands.

But Ruth's loyalty exceeded Annan's expectations. "I will apologize to Lady Beryl; I have failed," she said, adding that she would never deceive Lady Beryl.

Annan had no choice but to say, "Since you insist on this, then let's tell Lady Biros that we have failed."

"What are you up to now—"

Annan interrupted Russ, saying seriously, "You've failed twice already. Only in this way will Lady Biros not punish you again when we return. This operation was carried out jointly by us. If you fail, I fail too."

Ruth froze, her lips, stained with her own blood, moving but not uttering a word.

Annan raised his hand and waved it in front of Ruth: "Did you remember that?"

Ruth snapped out of her reverie, her tone tinged with complexity: "Why...why are you so good to me?"

"Does one need a reason to be kind to a demon?"

"Don't you need it?"

"do you need?"

Even though she knew it was a succubus's trick to please her, Ruth had to admit... her heart felt like it had been struck by an arrow, and the intense shock left her feeling weak all over...

Or is it just a misconception that the injury was too severe?

Seeing Ruth's distracted state, Annan sneered inwardly, "Ha, lust demon."

Seeing this scene unfold, and watching the succubus being manipulated by Annan, Beldona couldn't help but sneer.

Ha, succubus.

"I'm sleepy..."

Ruth struggled for a while, trying to sort out her logic, but the more she thought about it, the more confused she became. Finally, she leaned on Annan's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep.

Annan placed his finger between Russ's noses. Thankfully, he was still alive.

Looking up, Annan met Belludona's gaze and was about to speak.

“No need to explain, I understand,” Berudona said, glancing back at the bloody scene.

What do you understand?

In the eleventh round of the competition, according to the high-EQ commentator, after defeating the lust demon, the Rat King's future is bright.

To put it bluntly, the Rat King's carriage lurched as if it had run over something.

Philosopher and his sister-in-law stood on the sidelines, paused briefly, and announced the contestants for this match: the Rat King and Black Pearl.

The two "insiders" of Annan met early in the eleventh round.

The audience was noisy, with some gray-haired rat nobles eager to see a good show, and some devils who had bet on them to win. Overall, there were more devils.

"This is a cover-up! Refund my money!"

Suddenly, shouts rang out.

Those who had paid money and the devils who loved to watch the drama immediately joined in the shouting.

Annan, who had set the pace, quietly slipped back inside, escaping to watch as the troublemaking demon was dealt with by the rat-man guards, dragged into a bloody scene.

(End of this chapter)