Alien world

Chapter 1900, Section 533: The Advantage Lies With Me
"Call Mora over for me, I need to ask her something."

He lowered his head again to open the document, glanced at it casually, but Annan's attention was immediately drawn to it. When he saw a certain point, he suddenly looked up.

"Is that crazy girl a saint?"

"Ah."

"This is...interesting."

A few days ago, Annan would have loudly proclaimed that the competition was unfair. But now, the Saints? Free City has them too, and two of them at that.

Don't let Spider-Man and Silly Cat fool you; they may not look very smart, but in a two-on-one situation, I have the advantage!
"It's alright, don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Annan told Olmedo that he had found what appeared to be small spiders.

Olmedo was both pleased and worried: "But the Spider Queen, Rose, is the most evil deity in many planes, and now she has regained her power..."

"Who's talking about this?"

"what?"

"Who's been talking badly about...Lady Roth, the Spider Queen?"

Olmedo didn't know either, and hesitated before saying, "Perhaps someone who has been harmed by Him..."

"So you're saying they're all elves?"

Olmedo roughly guessed what Annan was going to say next, and sure enough, he counted on his fingers and said, "Elves are our potential enemies, and we can't trust what enemies say, so it's possible that the Spider Queen Rose is actually a benevolent deity."

Olmedo was speechless; the vocabulary Annan used was somewhat unfamiliar to her.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, the Spider Queen Rose and the Goddess of Wealth have an unpleasant past. It is said that the Goddess of Wealth was even imprisoned by the Spider Queen for a period of time."

"Just unofficial history."

Olmedo stopped explaining; hot-blooded young people wouldn't listen to anything. Although she believed in Annan's abilities, that was none other than the Spider Queen, Rose…

She only hoped that Annan wouldn't be used and then completely exploited by the Spider Queen.

Mora arrived, and Annan told her about his discovery.

Annan's status as "the Holy Son of the Spider Queen Church" was merely a title; it was not recognized outside of Free City.

Therefore, the only way to make contact with the dark elf in the cave is for Mora to do it.

"Based on what you've said, that place is very likely an incubation site."

"What does that mean?"

Mora said that the Dark Elves were the Matriarch's retinue, but not her only one. This can be seen from Lolth's goddess—the Spider Queen Lolth—who had another group of followers: the Abyssal Spiders.

The Hatching Ground is where the Abyss Spiders are hatched.

Annan suddenly realized, no wonder he always felt that the Spider Queen Church in Liberty City was missing something... it was because there were no spiders!

"Holy Son, where did you encounter the Hatchery? As far as I know, many Hatcheries have become ineffective after the Matriarch went missing."

"you sure?"

"Yes, the hatchery relies on the power of the matriarch to exist. Without nourishment, the powerful abyssal spider cannot be conceived."

Annan's eyes lit up. So, the chances that the little spider was there had increased even more!
"I'll take you there!"

Annan was eager to meet Spider-Man, but Mora poured cold water on his enthusiasm.

"The matriarch does not like cowards, nor does she like law-abiding people."

Dark Elves follow cruel and bloody rules. If Mora appears in the hatchery, she will be considered an outsider. At best, she will be driven away; at worst, she will kill each other.

Knowing that if Mora went there, she might not be all smiles but rather fight to the death, Annan decided against telling Mora that he suspected Spider-Man was there. He'd wait until he brought Spider-Man back from the Empire before telling her.

"I'll talk to Him about it another day. How can someone be so ruthless to their own subordinates... Alright, I'm going back to work now."

The portal flickered, and Annan used it as an excuse to return the information about the mad girl and then closed the portal.

Mora stood there, still wondering what "I spoke for Him" ​​meant...

Olmedo sent his deputy to the blacksmith to fetch a new magical musket and deliver it to Firos. Soon after, Firos sent back a message assuring them that she would sabotage the affair and lead the ratmen astray.

"...Stop!"

A sharp scream rang out, but the minister lowered his head and pretended not to hear it.

Shortly after they split up, he was blocked by the ratmen.

"I told you to stop right there!"

The minister stopped, playing the role of a slave rat who couldn't understand, and stood there blankly.

"Where are you going?"

The minister remained silent.

The elite rats who had set up the roadblock couldn't get any information from him, so they simply slashed at his neck with their iron swords—this was how ratmen dealt with suspicious ratmen.

If they die, they're your own rats; if they survive, they're your enemies.

Snapped--

The minister held the iron sword firmly in his hand, and there was no doubt that this ratman was the former.

Before the elite rat could react, the minister made his move. With a slight effort, he pulled the iron sword from the ratman's hand, swept it horizontally, and severed the head of the elite rat, who was still caught off guard and whose eyes were filled with ferocity.

Seeing this, another elite mouse leaped high and pounced on the minister.

Before it even landed, a fist swung out lightly, piercing through the elite rat's armor and chest, and exiting from behind, spraying out fragments of flesh that covered the last elite rat's face.

pat-

The rat carcass slid off the fist, and the remaining elite rats, regaining their senses, screech and turned to flee deeper into the territory. They had only run a few meters when a piercing whistling sound came from behind them, and an iron sword, hilt and all, pierced their backs.

The minister walked up, stepped on the back of the elite rat crawling forward, grabbed its head, and gently twisted it before pulling it out, along with its spine.

The battle was over in a dozen seconds. The minister dragged the rat corpses into the pit next to him and casually slammed the rock wall next to him. The falling rocks buried the corpses of several elite rats.

The cave walls and the ground beneath were covered in blood and bits of flesh, but given the rat-men's intelligence, they were unlikely to realize what had happened.

An infiltration is not considered a failure unless no living ratman sees it.

……

How did you meet Uncle Annan?

What is your impression of Uncle Annan?

Do you like Uncle Annan?

On the other side, Black Pearl is being bombarded with problems from Jerry.

She didn't know where all those questions came from in this little thing's head, but since they were all related to Annan, she was willing to answer them.

Until a new question left Black Pearl speechless.

Are you my new aunt?

"New...aunt?"

The black mole counted on its paws: "Aunt Blue Dragon knew Uncle the longest, and then..."

After counting its left paw, it counted the other paw, but then realized it didn't have enough paws, so the black mole started counting its toes.

Black Pearl felt a bitter taste in her mouth. She didn't care that she had shared Annan's love with him; rather, it seemed that even if she had Annan, it would only be the beginning...

……

rustling...

A small spider, distinctly different from the others, appeared in the cave covered by white spider webs.

"Excuse me, excuse me..."

It swaggered among the busy spiders spinning silk on their webs and soon arrived at the cave entrance.

The dark elves I saw not long ago have vanished, leaving only the Dark Altar standing silently there.

(End of this chapter)