Chapter 1190: Anthony On Tour - And Nobody Got Hurt

Chapter 1190: Anthony On Tour - And Nobody Got Hurt

Odren, the Father of Monsters, oldest and first amongst the Ancients, we beseech thee.

Grant us freedom from the prison that binds us.

Preserve us from the creations of your power.

Watch over and protect us with your omnipresent sight.

Save us from ourselves.

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Lost in my own thoughts, the next few hours blow past without me really noticing. The Colony finished setting everything up, setsulah arkesh came and haggled over everything, mostly the jewellery, also the end table, then it was time to pack up again.

The only thing that really jolted me out of my thoughts was when the table in question was eventually purchased. As the winning setsulah claimed the prize on behalf of his ka'armodo, he decided to open the drawers to make a full inspection of the purchase, only to recoil in surprise when a demon sprang loose.

Uncoiling himself and leaping in one smooth motion, Odin bellowed his fury, blade arms flashing with murderous red light.

[Anthony! I'm coming for your head!]

I swatted him out of the air with my mandibles.

[That's where you ended up? I could have sworn you were stowed in a cabinet.]

[I have unleashed rivers of blood for lesser insults than this! My anger isn't quenched!]

He wriggles violently, attempting to lash out, but suspended above my head in his own little gravity well, there isn't much he can do.

[I said I was sorry, now come on, let it go. We are out on the water, sailing! Great big adventure! Isn't that exciting?!]

[What excites me is BLOOD!]

[Bloody good times, exactly! We're headed off to the kingdom of the Golgari, that should be fun, right? Lots of big ol' stone people, living in a big ol' stone mountain? Sound interesting?]

[No!]

[They also hate our guts and want to kill all of the ants.]

[... That's a little better.]

Honestly, this is the one I'm most worried about. The Colony and the ka'armodo have been rattling the sabres for ages, but outright warfare hasn't broken out. Against the golgari? They aided the Legion in their siege, the very same Legion that is ominously sailing over our right shoulder, metaphorically speaking, right now.

Were it not fortuitous timing and my siblings punching well above their weight, we would have been wiped out in the conflict. The ants haven't forgotten, and I'm sure the golgari aren't pleased they were beaten by an upstart monster nest. They seem proud to a fault.

[Hopefully, it doesn't all go bad,] I say to Odin.

[You don't sound convinced.]

I'm not.