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Chapter 1803, Section 436: Being a Demon is Too Difficult!
In Beldona's eyes, Philosopher's sister-in-law looked like they might betray Annan and the others at any moment, while Annan seemed completely unsuspecting and was still asking about the vortex.

"What were you doing just now?" Annan asked, somewhat puzzled.

As a sorcerer who relies on intuition, his intuition is rarely wrong.

"The sacrificial ritual creates a dimensional portal from the Fel Lake to other worlds. We leave the mark of the Rat God on the offerings and send them to other worlds to invoke the Rat God."

Is it really a gateway to other worlds?
Annan inexplicably thought of the gate that brought him to the continent of Allen, and the "Withered World" that had turned the wizards' once grand expedition into a place where they cowered in fear at home...

Don't let the ratmen bring any strange things to the continent of Allen.

But there's no way to stop the ratmen. If you tell them that doing so will bring disaster to the world, the ratmen will surely say, "Isn't that even better?"

“When the Legion is established, I will become the Rat King’s priestess,” Philos and his sister-in-law continued.

"Do you want to recruit yourselves or have the clan provide them? Do you need any help?"

Philosopher and his sister-in-law shook their heads: "The McKennen Clan will give us a full legion, and then many eyes will be watching us. What do you want to say to them now?"

Annan glanced at the unconscious Ruth: "Once we leave, tell High Priest McKenne the truth about the destruction of the Red-Eyed Clan."

He did not forget his original purpose: to sow discord between the demons and the Macken ratmen.

"Any more?"

At this point, one should have offered some grand principles and philosophies to solidify the Rat King's resolve. But Annan was somewhat weary of this and said:
"Tell it that Liberty City is its home, and if it encounters any setbacks or difficulties, it can go home and rest."

……

After leaving the Skaven city-state, Annan opened a portal to send Beldona back to Free City, while he continued to carry Russ on his back, returning to the demon camp with the gargoyle commander who was there to meet them.

The air grew colder, but Ruth remained warm. Annan tucked his icy feet into Ruth's arms to warm them and get through the cold night.

The next morning, the gargoyle leader landed at the demon camp. It glanced back, speechless with horror: "You..."

“Don’t worry about us…” Annan, covered in blood, winced in pain.

He deliberately cut wounds on his body on the way so that he could appear pitiful to the six-armed serpent demon.

Ruth doesn't need it, because she's really miserable.

"Lady Biros, please punish us!"

As Annan carried Russ to the front of the Obsidian Mansion, he saw the six-armed snake demon at the door and fell to the ground with a thud.

Lady Biros dismissed the surrounding guards and asked, "What's wrong?"

Annan weakly raised his head: "When we arrived at the Ratman city-state, we found out that... the McKenne clan already knew that the Demon Claw Peninsula was our doing! They even made the Rat King a legion commander to atone for his crimes, and he wants revenge! Ruth tried to kill the Rat King, but she was no match for him and was seriously injured. I took her away from the Black Dragon's pursuit and we barely escaped."

The six-armed snake demon remained silent, seemingly analyzing the veracity of the Annamese language.

Even when the succubus queen arrived, Annan spoke only the truth.

Bilus nodded, indicating that she understood, and told them to go and rest first.

Annan, however, remained outside the door, secretly slipping his hand into the succubus's bosom. He grabbed a soft piece of flesh and twisted it forcefully, feigning hesitation: "Lady Biros, you can't blame the succubus this time. She did her best... If I hadn't intervened in time, she would have died at the hands of the Rat King."

"I won't blame you." The six-armed serpent demon showed a rare display of compassion for a demon. However, she glanced at Anan's injuries: "Don't do anything pointless again. My people don't need to do that."

Annan's feigned emotion was all an act—he had used this trick to win people over countless times, while the Six-Armed Serpent Demon was still too inexperienced.

Getting up, his wounds aggravated and he kept baring his teeth, Annan carried the lust demon back to his residence with the helplessness of the six-armed serpent demon.

He looked outside and saw Biros swaying her alluring yet powerful snake tail as she swam toward the open-air auditorium of the lava lake, presumably to report news of the succubus queen.

The Rat King will likely gain real power within the next few days; hopefully, the Macken ratmen won't let him down.

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the lust demon lying on the bed, still fast asleep.

The six-armed snake demon didn't say anything, so it seemed she was alright. He just didn't know how long she would sleep... As he was thinking this, he saw Ruth's eyelashes tremble.

She seemed to have slept for a long time, during which there were bizarre and colorful lights and shadows, ear-piercing noises and vibrations, and alternating hot and cold sensations and a piercing pain in her chest.

The excruciating pain made her vaguely hear Olme pleading for her, which moved her deeply, but she couldn't wake up.

So that succubus helped him twice, just like Annan? Annan…!
Just as Cathy thought about going to school the next day, a look of pain appeared on the succubus's face, and after her eyelashes trembled, she suddenly opened them!

"you're awake?"

The figure standing by the window, her back to her, slowly turned around. It was none other than Olme, her hair now completely white, her skin wrinkled and glistening with age!

His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were glistening with tears: "You've finally woken up... It's now the year 1077 of the Saint Laurent calendar. Under the leadership of Lady Biros and the Succubus Queen, we demons have established ourselves in the snowy mountains."

"And I have been protecting you for over seventy years."

Having just woken up from a full day of slumber, Ruth was a little disoriented: "The bloody war is over...?"

"It's been over seventy years since then."

Berdona's lips trembled: "Then... what about the final winner?"

"The Rat King won, Black Pearl lost, and you lost too."

"No! No—!"

The snowflakes before her eyes materialized into winged Anan in simple clothes, winged Anan in a mage's robe, and winged Anan with fangs, and then they all drifted away from her—

"Do not!!!"

Outside the building, Lady Beryl, who had just returned from the open-air auditorium, heard Ruth's mournful roar.

"Russ, what's wrong?" Lady Biros asked, looking at Russ through the window with a puzzled expression.

With teary eyes and a pitiful, haggard appearance, Ruth turned to the window and said, "Lady Beryl, our demon race is suffering so much, so much!"

Biros's snake tail stood up in a question mark shape. She couldn't understand what her two capable subordinates, who were short in stature, were doing, but their relationship seemed to be quite good.

Biros left, and Ruth was still crying, as if she wanted to vent all the frustration and disappointment she had felt over the past few days.

Annan had imagined many scenes of women crying in front of him, such as when Siltovis died after his failed adventures, and his eldest and second sisters and Olmedo silently wept at his grave. Or, for example, when Liberty City was struggling and he stole Illy Moas's fortune while she slept…

(End of this chapter)