Warhammer

[My dear child, of course it’s because we have decided that you will be ours]

【Eternal God’s Chosen】

Al's expression was dull, and this was the picture in his mind:

The black donkey-horse, with its hooves pointed westward, carried Archaon on its back, following the World-Destroying Army;

The southern expedition to destroy Miheim is tens of thousands of miles away

What Kislev, what High Elves;

What human empire, what cold-blooded lizard;

What Bretonnia, what Eastern Dragon Emperor;

What green skin, iron skin, and ancient tomb undead;

Nothing can stop the three-eyed Acha's regicide sword from completing his plan to destroy the world~

I'm not being modest. How could I, a single man, become the eternal God's chosen one?

inappropriate.

The female voice laughed, but didn't say much. She simply said a few points:

1. Come here and don’t think about it when you go back.

Second, only you can do it, don't ask, just ask...

Third, the second End of Days may begin at any time. If you don't work hard, the world will be destroyed successfully. The four mother gods were merged and killed. Aiur, as the eternal god of the new four gods, fell into the hands of the old four gods. A clean and neat death is already the most dreamy ending. He was tortured by Khorne for thousands of years, and then by Slaanesh for thousands of years, and then thrown into the calculations of Tzeentch for thousands of years and dozens of lives, and then soaked in Nurgle's crucible for thousands of years to make medicine...

Fourth, he defeated the Four Mother Gods and rose up completely. From then on, he was on equal footing with the old Four Gods. He was below the Four Gods and above all living beings. He was considered to be the fifth party with his physical body and technology, and his identity was the son of the Four Gods (?)

And the female voice, now I understand it too.

The Great Pleaser, also known as "Silisa", said, the benefits of the Centaur Girl have been paid to you, and you want to run away after taking all the benefits?

Besides, there is no way to escape, the road is already tied, the only choice is to continue to be arrogant or lie down.

In short, it's all about coercion, inducement and all kinds of empty promises:

As long as you win the battle against the end, the four gods will rise up, and you will have power, wealth, and beauties all over the world.

The more he listened, the more he felt that it was a scam. Al couldn't help but interrupt the Pleasure Man's nonsense and asked, "So, how many believers do you have now?"

The female voice paused for a moment, then replied, "We have as many believers as the Four Gods have."

"I believe you, I mean how many great demons can help me?"

"..."

"What about the Chosen Ones? I am the Eternal Chosen One, Alina is the Blood Mother Chosen One, what about you? What about the All-Knowing, Merciful Mother God?"

"..."

"Where are the legions? There are demon legions, right? Sixty-six, eighty-eight legions, how many can be sent out to fight?"

"..."

"The Legion, the Legion is in the Chaos Realm and cannot get out now. Chaos is declining... The Wind of Magic is not enough..."

"What about the chosen ones? What about the mortal believers? I need someone to help me soon, otherwise I'll have to develop with one Alina and two hammers?"

"..."

"You develop, develop...you have to develop..."

Al, who seemed to understand, slapped his thigh.

Consider turning yourself in to the Four Gods. With your decisive and frank confession, you might even be able to have a good death now.

Chapter 24: The Contract with the Four Gods

[My dear son, you and your mothers share the same fate]

[You are branded with the original marks of the four mothers. You must unite the four flags, spread our faith and gain rights for yourself.]

[This road has no end. You have to keep walking forever, until you surpass everything in this world, to decide the outcome of the war.]

Joy continued to persuade, her charming voice close to Al, making him feel itchy in his ears.

"So you want to turn me into a child? With a pacifier in my mouth, so you can control me?"

El was the most angry about this. After entering the realm of the Pleasure Ones, he regained his complete way of thinking and abilities that El should have, and then he realized with fear:

He was lying in the arms of the centaur girl, feeling so happy that he didn't want to leave. His behavior and way of thinking were very different from his past self. He even had a tendency to regress towards a child.

Al, who has returned to normal, was furious. He was happy, and even longed for, to have four big legs protecting him in this world, but only if the price was to become the same as those Chaos followers who would become lifelong workers and playthings of gods.

He would rather learn from Black Iron Motkin

[Don’t be angry, my dear baby, mothers just want to satisfy your long-cherished desire, right?]

"My desire?"

Al was angry and suddenly froze.

My craving...

His desire for a pony and a big carriage, for a younger man...

"My desire."

Al exhaled, his eyes flickering.

[Experience the maternal love you have always wanted. Isn’t this the love your mothers give you?]

"Bullshit!"

I get angry when I mention this El. When he thought he was a beastman cub born by a captured princess knight, he even planned to start over. Is this the motherly love you give me?

A devout Sigmar follower, a knight mother, and her son, a lecherous beastman.avi

In other worldviews, this kind of setting would generally develop into something forbidden, with juice flying everywhere. In the Middle Ages, what flew everywhere were limbs (body) (blood).

[Doesn’t that woman horse like you very much?]

The purple mist shadow scattered and then condensed into the shape of a horse and a man.

[It is not easy to find a believer who is suitable for taking care of children and who the children like from so many believers. You have to learn to understand the difficulties of mothers.]

Al didn't dwell on this issue. His secondary goal was the truth, and his main goal was only one.

"No matter what is said later, I have only one condition, request, beg, whatever you will interpret it as."

He took a deep breath and stood up from the ground. The stars quietly opened their eyes again and peeked at Al openly.

"Get my body back and stop influencing and controlling my mind!"

"I can kneel, but I cannot lose myself. We are all puppets. What is the difference between being the Four Gods and you?"

This is El's most important bottom line. He knows the horror of chaos, and he simply cannot believe the promises made by the giants to the ants when there is such a huge gap in power.

All Al had to do was to tell the other party with this attitude that he could not resist the power of the Four Gods, but within the scope of his control he would definitely give up and die rather than surrender, just like he decisively committed suicide in the illusions that the Pleasant Ones had created for him, unless the Four Gods could easily control his body and will, but if that were the case, they would not have to resort to these means.

The mortal's presumptuous words echoed in the realm of joy. Some stars widened their eyes, as if they couldn't believe the audacity of this mortal creature, while some stars narrowed their eyes into slits, as if mocking the mortal's arrogance and ignorance.

The female voice giggled, and the purple mist in the air changed from the centaur back to the woman's appearance. It floated in front of Al and lowered its head.

When Al was stiff and didn't know whether to dodge, he had already gently kissed the boy's lips.

How can a mother refuse her son's request?

[You will know the meaning of communal child]

A pair of large purple hands suddenly stretched out from the mist and pushed the boy into the abyss.

[Go do what you want—don’t forget to fight in the name of mothers. At the end of the day, mothers will be waiting for your results.]

come down.

Falling into endless darkness

Al closed his eyes.

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When the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, he opened his eyes, but everything in front of him was still pitch black.

"Well!"

He twisted his body restlessly, and the centaur girl seemed to notice it and pressed the boy into her arms even harder.

"Hoo! Breathe!"

El was suffocated in the centaur girl's broad bosom, mumbling incoherently.

He struggled hard, and finally the woman realized something was wrong and let go.

The boy suddenly fell out of her arms and lay on the ground gasping for breath.

Too dangerous.

If I were to be suffocated to death like this, my career as the Eternal Chosen One would be over.

Being smothered to death by a woman's breasts sounds like the way Slaanesh's chosen one would die.

The centaur girl stood up, blushing. Although Al couldn't see her face in the dark, he could only hear her say in an embarrassed tone:

"How about you sleep behind me?"

Sleeping in Al's arms was too dangerous in his current size, and if he wasn't careful, he wouldn't have to fight at the end, so he nodded and lay down behind the woman's horse, back to back.

While his mind is still clear, Al must test himself.

"What should you do if you get beaten? Cry? Fight back!"

"How's Alina? Fury's big tits horse girl fucking social security!"

"What's the book I've read the most? A small horse pulling a big cart!"

"What should you do if you see a naked person of the opposite sex? Are you shy? Don't look at anything inappropriate!"

"How does the Hero of Siris appear? [おふとんでスヤァ(みつどうえ)] The sound form is で教え子とgan々えっち[Chinese translation]"

"How about self-destruction? In view of the situation since the beginning of the End, I voluntarily resign my position as the Eternal Chosen God. This decision is made out of principle..."

"Fei Lin, what's the next sentence of the knife?"

"I don't want to see the day when..."

"?"

Quietly wiping away the tears in his eyes, Al was sure that at least his IQ was still normal now. He was the self who was about to enter adulthood and approach the age of twenty, not the Al who was continuing to degenerate towards the age of nine.

He waited for a while and went over many things in his mind again, and then did it again after a while. After doing this several times, Al finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If Al was told in the world of the past that he would be given a chance to return to his childhood, this time with a beautiful mother raising him, Al would have been more than happy to do so.

It’s better to forget about relying on the Blood God as a kind father for this world.

He used his normal thinking to review everything he had experienced during the day, clearing his mind and summarizing the current information:

My biological mother, Celestine, a female knight who is a follower of Sigmar, has very contradictory views on me; the centaur girl, Alina, has a very twisted personality and seems to like me, but it may also be the work of the gods. In any case, I have to be on guard; the beastman shaman Thrall, from the Order of the Balance, seems quite kind. Those beastmen who believe in the Shepherd of All Things do seem to lean towards the Order camp as a whole. If I want to go to the human world, perhaps I can cooperate with them?

Oh, and there were also the group of hunters from the empire during the day.

Their mission was to go to Margarita... I think it was the capital of Estalia? Why did they end up in the forest and clashed with the beastmen while carrying out the emperor's mission?

Alina said that the war is coming. Is it a war with the Empire? It seems that the Empire started using gunpowder weapons on a large scale before the End of Time. It has been developing for 150 years. It should be at least at the level of the 18th and 19th centuries, right?

Al's head started to hurt when he imagined the overwhelming barrage of bullets, because he would most likely be the one being suppressed by the firepower.

It was a pity that the only hunter prisoner captured during the day was too seriously injured and went to see Sigma before he was interrogated for a few words. Otherwise, he would at least have understood the equipment level of the imperial troops.

Al suddenly felt like he had traveled to a primitive American or African tribe, racking his brains to figure out how to fight against the white people and slave catchers who had crossed the sea. What was even more tragic was that he was not yet the chief of the tribe, and the only people standing with him were a female centaur and some Chaos Beastmen.

No matter how you think about it, it's going to end.

No matter how strong the woman's horse is, it could only take a few musket volleys or artillery shells to stop her. If the imperial army really wants to go to war with the Rejoicers Tribe, he thinks it's time to consider retreating.

"are you hungry?"

The centaur girl's words interrupted Al's deep thoughts and startled him.

"Hungry?"