Warhammer

The angry-horned beasts seemed to have sensed some omen. They raised their giant swords and machetes, roared to the sky, and followed the hostess.

"The Blood Mother's decree has been given: This land is to be fought with a sword!"

The woman horse was holding the confused boy and galloping wildly on the plain, she was laughing heartily and happily!

"In the name of our irritable mother, the furious mother—"

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood Mother! Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!"

The sky was already covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled, as if the great god who was watching the mortal world through Aiur's eyes could not wait to see the rivers of blood flow between the mortal races again, for the umpteenth time.

Take a day off QAQ

rt, my mouth ulcer is better today, I'll take a day off, and I'll update three times tomorrow if nothing unexpected happens.

Chapter 15: Bad Times

"Is there going to be a war?"

This thought flashed through Al's mind as he was sandwiched between the woman's horse arms, with a bunch of tall, plump breasts on his head.

If the mainstream of most fantasy worlds is killing and fucking, then in the Middle Ages, there is no doubt that there are only:

Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop chop!

This is the main theme of the world.

But Al never expected that he would have to go through so many things on the first day, as if everything was presented to him impatiently.

"War..."

There is no emotion of excitement or glory, only fear of the unknown...

Of course it's unknown. He can achieve epic victories in the game, but in reality, two fart goblins might be able to kill him. Arrows shot by goblin archers are equally deadly, not to mention the endless spells, plagues and many other dangerous things.

Al doesn't think that he can fight in a war just by playing a few games. Military education has a separate course but it only lasts for one year, and it will be an elective course in the future.

Besides, it is very rare that a big guy with a hammer is charging at the front line but can still remotely control the Deathclaw Majesty to drop a hand order:

The musketeers narrowed their formation and moved fifty meters to the left!

Can we not play in a group? I want to develop.

Al turned his head with difficulty and looked up, his sight still blocked by the centaur girl's breasts. He wanted to speak, but feeling Alina's high interest, it was difficult for him to say the words.

Although she claimed to be El's "mother and wife", El never had enough understanding of Alina. Their relationship was based on the Blood Mother who was suspected to be the gender of the Blood God. Apart from what the woman centaur said, that she didn't hate El and even liked him, he didn't know what other bonds the woman centaur had with him.

He didn't know what to say.

......

Al has never been a person who likes to make his own decisions. His birth and future were arranged when he was in the foster care institution.

If nothing unexpected happens, he himself will not have any objection to that path. After the last two years before he turns sixty, when Al is twenty years old, he will go to the Siberian forest belt metropolitan area as a builder immigrant, there to accept the work assigned by the Human Federation, and start to settle down there, until he turns sixty and starts to enjoy the retirement life of more than ninety-three years old in 2076.

Some of his classmates went to Central and South Africa, the Pacific City Islands, and some even applied multiple times and were approved to go to the moon. There are also many who, like Al, plan to live and work in Siberia in the future.

He was seventeen years old and was on the eve of graduating from the social welfare institution. When he turned eighteen, he would have two years of complete freedom.

If you think about it carefully, their generation is really born so happily. If they had come 70 years earlier, the elderly of their generation would have been crowded and busy since birth. In some places, they had to endure heavy exploitation and low income, and work like beasts of burden as bonuses. Even so, they still had to scramble for it, and those who did not want to have children would be criticized. In some places, populism was rampant, political correctness was rampant, the country was divided, and there were party struggles. In some places, they relied on their first-mover advantage to exploit the third world and developing regions, bought them off with a high welfare society, paralyzed the people, leading to political correctness and childishness, and finally going from one extreme to another, collapsing.

Al thought about the popular online topics and comments from decades ago that he had curiously looked for, and felt the pessimism and decadence that were difficult for today's generation to understand. It was probably just like how people decades ago viewed them a hundred years ago.

However, this is true for everything. When things reach their extreme, they will turn into the opposite.

More than a hundred years ago, those who fought for the country where his region once was would never have imagined that their country would undergo earth-shaking changes as soon as the middle of the 20th century. The great changes of the 21st century, although popular at the time as the "post-XX" complained, came too late, so that their generations shed blood and sweat in front of the tide of the times.

But you can still drag your decaying body happily and enjoy the few remaining moments without having to devote your most youthful and beautiful years to machines, complicated work and endless anesthetic-like nipple pleasures.

Al's generation does not have to worry about unemployment. They have eight hours of sufficient, healthy (and occasionally decadent) material and spiritual entertainment. Civilization is moving towards space with an instinct of curiosity and exploration. Everything is getting better, and every day is a step further than yesterday.

This is a good time for them!

......

The woman horse's arm suddenly exerted force, pinching Al so hard that it hurt. He curled up and tears flew from the corners of his eyes, falling on the grass, breaking into several petals and seeping into the soil.

This pain woke Al up from his memories. He realized that he was not dreaming, nor was he experiencing a 70% simulated spiritual system. Instead, he had truly come to such a magical and strange world.

The woman horse put Al to the ground. He patted his dizzy head and looked around, only to find that he was standing on a small hill. There were constant commotion and shouting coming from the jungle in the distance.

As Al was looking at it in confusion, he saw a visibly corrupted beastman rushing out of the dense forest and running to the flat ground. It seemed to be injured and was stumbling as it ran. Suddenly, an arrow shot out from the forest and pierced the beastman's head.

It fell to the ground and lay motionless.

After a while, a man dressed as a hunter, whose gender could not be determined, walked out of the woods, apparently to check on the condition of the corpse.

Al was watching nervously and curiously. With a whoosh, another arrow was shot out from the forest, but this time it was aimed at his direction.

"Crack!"

The centaur girl reached out and caught the arrow that was shot at her face with lightning speed, and gently broke the arrow shaft into two pieces.

Soon three more arrows were shot at the Centaur, and one of them hit El who was beside her. However, this time he didn't even see how the arrows disappeared, as they fell to the ground one after another.

The centaur girl had a crazy smile on her face, which made her already charming face look even more evil. She held El's hand, turned around silently and walked down, meeting Thrall and others who were chasing after her.

"Take care of him."

Holding the hammer, Alina put the boy in the hands of a minotaur, and then turned into a red storm and leaped high from the hill!

"Blood! Mother!"

The deafening war roar resounded from the sky to the heavens and the earth, followed by the trembling and wailing of the earth!

Because of the obstruction of the hill, Al could not see the scenery on the other side. He could only hear and feel a loud bang from the earth, followed by a series of explosions, collapses, and shattering sounds that rang out one after another and spread from one end to the other at a very fast speed.

Lightning streaked across the sky at the right moment, illuminating the gloomy world. In the brief light brought by the lightning, Al saw a terrifying vision: a terrifying giant beast holding a huge hammer and bombarding the mountains.

Chapter 16: With the Horsewoman's Clear Spring (I)

When Al walked up the hill again, he was so shocked by the scenes before him that his legs went weak:

Everywhere within sight were the remains of a tornado. Large trees had fallen or broken, the ground was cracked, and body parts and limbs were everywhere.

A huge figure covered in blood stood in the middle of the woods, or in what used to be a woods. With her as the center, the surrounding trees spread out in a fallen state. Broken limbs and flesh were everywhere, making it impossible to tell how many bodies there were.

Alina held a hunter's throat in her hand and lifted him up. Looking at this scene, Al was reminded of the several times she had held and lifted him up.

Then she slowly exerted force on her hands, and the hunter's legs suddenly straightened. His neck was twisted into a terrible arc under the irresistible force and he died. Seeing this, Al felt a chill in his neck.

There was a panicked, stumbling survivor who ran towards Al and the others in a panic. His injured body and hurried movements made Al feel as if he saw the beastman who had escaped before, and their ending was the same.

Alina picked up a half-broken spear from the ground at random, tried it out, and then threw it out suddenly. After a sound of breaking through the air, a cloud of earth mist was stirred up under the hill.

Al felt the hill beneath his feet tremble violently under this throw, and the hunter was nailed to the foot of the hill.

"Goo..."

The boy swallowed.

The centaur clapped her hands, moved her four hooves, and ran over quickly. She stood at the foot of the hill and stretched out her hand to El.

The palms were still covered in black and red blood stains, and it was almost impossible to see the original skin color.

Al stupidly reached out his hand to Alina, and was pulled over by a great force and fell into her arms.

The centaur girl seemed very happy. She held Al in her arms and placed her head between her breasts. They fit perfectly together. She held him in her arms and ran in one direction, talking happily.

"The Blood Mother has rewarded me!"

Al was bound tightly by the giant object and couldn't move at all. His sight was limited to the breasts in front of him and on both sides.

When I got closer, I found that the woman horse was not unharmed. There was a small but seemingly deep wound on her left breast, which kept bleeding.

"You are hurt."

Al couldn't help but remind her, but the woman didn't seem to care and continued to run forward with him in her arms. He had no choice but to change direction and continue the conversation with the woman.

"What, a reward?"

Al was about to suspect that the centaur was running too fast and the wind blew away his words, but fortunately, the centaur girl, who seemed to be immersed in something, suddenly came to her senses.

"can not tell you."

She had a little playfulness and a teasing and mysterious smile on her face.

"Um, ah?"

Al almost thought he had heard it wrong.

Women don't look like they would tease. They are the type who would tell you in a serious manner: you are getting married today, she has to be on top, you have to do it at least seven times a week, you are not allowed to snatch milk from the child, etc.

and so.

I can’t tell you. I just can’t tell you.

He was a little confused. He didn't know what the "Blood Mother" who had met him several times in a daze and had punched him through the chaotic space was doing.

and many more!

A mysterious and very kind (physical) female deity, always paying attention to and guiding the mortal world, never appeared before (referring to the moment of the end), believers are very good at fighting, like to pass on some strange wills...

answer:

Blood Mother! (Lilith!)

No way?

Al, who suddenly connected the Blood Mother with a certain medieval troublemaker, a famous green tea bitch, and the Fifth God of Chaos who said one thing in front of others and another behind their backs, was instantly horrified and even forgot to pay attention to the Centaur's welfare and wounds.

With the fear of "My mother is Lilith" and "My mother is Lilith's new vest", the centaur girl took El across the plains, into the deep forest, and came to a quiet woodland.

A clear spring lies quietly here.

Before Al could come to his senses, the woman immediately stepped into the spring, put him a little closer to the edge of the spring, and waded to the middle. With her back to Al, she took off her clothes, threw them down, and let herself soak in the water.

Large amounts of blood floated up from the water and were slowly washed away. Al stared at the centaur girl's naked back without blinking, his face flushed.

The latter was untying her braids, letting them hang down behind her.

Al bit his lip and looked away, but after a while, the sound of water caught his attention again. The woman stood in front of him and he raised his head.

Two balls of crimson on the snow-white were hanging down in front of him, trembling, exposed to the boy's sight without any obstruction.

"Don't you want to wash it?"

The centaur girl didn't seem to notice Al's shyness. She grabbed him by the scruff of the neck skillfully, dragged him to the middle of the spring, knelt down with all four hooves bent, and held Al horizontally in her arms.

Then he gently poured the spring water over his head and body. The cool touch made Al feel excited all over.

Something weird is coming out.

Al felt deeply sad about his experience. It was only the first day of his birth in this world. In the cave illusion, Jill himself was moving, and the bulge on horseback stimulated by the woman's voice showed all kinds of signs that his body was so abnormal now.

In this position, he could finally see the horsewoman's face without any obstruction without being blocked by her breasts.

pet.

There is no hidden affection.

Alina looked so happy, as if they were really a mother and son, and Al was really her child.

In an instant, the softest part of El's heart was struck, and his lustful thoughts were overwhelmed by his desire for family affection. He had never been so serious and gentle since he traveled through time.

"You are hurt."

He tried hard to get up from the centaur girl's arms and stop her bleeding. The latter just looked at him lovingly and kept pouring water on him with her other hand. The cool feeling combined with the centaur girl's warm body heat really made him feel very comfortable.

"Ah."

She nodded, as if she hadn't heard it at all, just hugging Al tightly with great enjoyment.

Ma Musume's body muscles are very strong and her breasts are plump. I've seen and felt them before. There is no sign of sagging and they are very elastic.

The hard yet soft touch coupled with her doting on Al almost made the boy fall completely for this body, and she also acted as if she wanted to swallow the boy into her beautiful flesh.

"I, I mean, the wound needs to be treated."

After struggling for a few times, El gave up completely and lay down in the horse girl's arms. The woman didn't want him to move on his own and needed to be held tightly by her throughout the whole process.

"Saliva can heal wounds."