Warhammer

"Before, you kept biting my chest after you fell asleep. I thought you were hungry." The centaur girl's words were a little aggrieved, but not because of herself, but because of self-blame. "I don't have milk now, how about going to the sheep girl to see?"

"No, that's not necessary! It's too late, let's go to bed anyway."

El should try his best to avoid the beauty of the centaur girl interfering with his thinking, so as not to return to his previous state unknowingly, although what happened in Qingquan is really memorable...

Ai'er, Ai'er, you are now the chosen one of eternity, you must win the final moment!

You can't be so depraved!

"Ah."

......

There was silence for a while. Al couldn't fall asleep. The centaur girl's words interrupted his thoughts and made Al couldn't help but recall the key words in his mind: bathing, shota, outside of human form, poor physique.

"Can you hold me?"

The woman-horse suddenly spoke again and made a request to Al.

"I want to experience the feeling of being held by you."

She requested.

Al hesitated for a moment, then gently turned over and pressed himself against the woman's horse's back, but still left a lot of space.

The woman horse suddenly turned over and groped, holding one of Al's hands, interlocking their fingers, and pulled him forward, pressing him firmly against the horse woman's broad and warm back.

"That's all right...my child."

Alina murmured, quickly saying the second half of the sentence and then stopped talking.

If Al stood in front of her, he would definitely see the centaur girl's blushing cheeks.

But he was also very tired. Everything he experienced in the realm of pleasure brought him great pressure. After his thoughts were interrupted again, Al had no energy to think again. He just leaned against the centaur girl's back, with one hand held by her on her lower abdomen, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 25: Nightmare, different!

the next day.

Al woke up from a nightmare.

He dreamed that an elite Imperial expeditionary force attacked the Tribe of Rejoicers like gods descending from heaven. All the beastmen, including the female centaurs, were killed. Only he was left behind because of his appearance that was no different from that of a human.

But the scarier thing is yet to come.

Al was recognized as the Eternal Chosen and was to be taken to Aldorf for public trial and execution. On the way, he was locked in a fence and hidden in a tent.

Suddenly, a big bald man opened the tent and walked in, followed by the general, the bald man, and the witch hunter.

A voice came from nowhere and laughed loudly: "The four of them are the best in the heretic interrogation world, known as the 'Four Inquisitioners'. I believe they can bring endless torture to you, the Eternal God's Chosen One!"

"In the field of interrogating heretics, they are as powerful as Teclis in the magic world and Taige the Sword in the warrior world!"

Watch them carry out muskets, cannons, howitzers, steam tanks, airships and other weapons one by one.

"You! Don't come over here!"

"Four Gods, save me!"

......

"It's okay, it's just a dream..." Al comforted himself, wiped the sweat from his forehead and was surprised to find that his whole body felt tight, and upon closer inspection he found that his clothes were much shorter.

He stood up and raised his hands to gesture a few times, and was surprised to find that he was indeed much taller than yesterday.

Al tried jumping and punching, and his strength increased significantly. He thought about many things in his mind again. There was no obvious change in his way of thinking after leaving the Pleasure Realm yesterday. It seemed that the Four Gods still abided by the contract.

At this rate of growth, Al would soon no longer have to survive as a tribal cub in this ordered world which was too dangerous for a serious old Eight-Pointed Star Banner.

The woman horse also woke up. She stood up and still looked down at Al, but this time there was some confusion in her eyes.

"You've grown up?"

The centaur girl was a little unsure.

"Ah."

Al was delighted.

"So fast......"

There was a hint of disappointment in the centaur's voice, but it was quickly covered up. She still reached out her hand, easily picked up El, lifted him over her head, put him on her horse's back, and walked outside.

Al also discovered that after a night's sleep, not only was there no secretion on his body, but he felt full of energy as soon as he opened his eyes, without any of the confusion of just waking up.

Full of energy!

The centaur girl carried him around the tribe. The beastmen they saw were either the evil-horned beasts who worshipped chaos under Zaken's command, or a small number of angry-horned beasts who followed Alina to convert to the Blood Mother. There were also a very small number of beastmen from the camp of the Shepherd of All Things. When they saw the tall centaur and Al, who looked like a human boy, they quietly avoided him and did not make direct contact.

It seems that Zaken's prophecy of the gift of chaos still has an impact on other confused beastmen. Perhaps the believers of the Shepherd of All Things, including Thrall, are unable to distinguish the difference between the Blood Mother and Khorne.

The crisis of self-cognition has been resolved for the time being, so the focus should be on completing the main task.

The moment of end.

El silently recited the ultimate main line arranged for him by the New Four Gods (hereinafter referred to as the New Four Gods or the Four Mother Gods for the sake of distinction), which was the final battle that determined the fate of the New Four Gods and him, a tiny mortal.

"Oh, if only I had taken a closer look at the information I downloaded previously about basic engineering, smelting, and manufacturing before the 20th century."

Al's main course in the institution was network, and his electives for personal interests and hobbies were a mess, including traditional folklore, military theory, old world history, early intelligent network development, and so on. Except for the military theory course, which he had accumulated through playing games and had a barely basic foundation that could not be more basic and also contained many fallacies and errors in military foundation, the other things seemed to be basically useless in this world.

What he studied was also from the 2075 textbooks, majoring in application, which was basically a bunch of useless knowledge without hardware facilities.

"If I had gone into engineering with Wells, maybe I would still be of some use now." Al sighed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

I rode the woman's horse around the tribe for a few circles, and it felt like a chief inspecting his territory. In theory, the old tribe of the Rejoicers was really good. The strongest beastman who worships Chaos is the boss. In the past, it was Zacken. After Zacken was killed by Ai'er, it was naturally...

Alina.

So he was now the husband of the Beast King? Cub?

Al's mind was in a mess. The End was like a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, and the New Four Gods were four LYBs who liked to peek at the screen. They stared at him while their hands were constantly planning some conspiracies and tricks.

There are also the four orthodox Chaos Gods. Who knows when they will discover, or even have discovered, the existence of Aiur.

The four of them are two in one, and it seems that they are wrestling with themselves, and none of them can do anything to themselves, so they can only fight openly and secretly. However, it is easy for them to deal with Ai'er, the true Eternal Chosen who perhaps no Chaos Warrior can defeat.

That is to say, Chaos is declining. Otherwise, some evil god will open a portal and the Creepy Demon Army will send all the Rejoicers to heaven and bring Ai'er back to the Chaos Realm to torture him in all kinds of ways.

Al, who had a headache from thinking so much, pinched his face hard and told himself to calm down. No matter how terrible something was, he still had to face it. He didn't want to die at the end, so he had to fight for it.

I caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure not far away from the corner of my eye.

Celestine sat outside the cave, looking at Al from afar.

The dagger that almost cut El's neck was stuck at his feet, completing the highest achievement of being a mortal weapon in the hands of the forces of order:

Kill the Everchosen.

If I were to be killed like that, I would feel even more humiliated than not being chosen forever. Even if I were to be resurrected and defeat the End of Time, I would probably still be laughed at by the devil:

See? That's the little kid who was chosen by the Eternal God and was killed by his own mother with a knife at birth, and was resurrected with the blessing of the four gods.

Al's thoughts were seriously scattered, and he quickly threw away his messy fantasies and motioned the woman to go over immediately. He wanted to say something to his biological mother in this life, and also to put an end to it.

Ai'er is the eternally chosen god. No matter whether it is the new four gods or the old four gods, they are all chaos in the final analysis. Before I have strong enough power, it is useless to say that I am a savior who is committed to order, the new chaos against the old chaos, and will eventually destroy the world.

His mother is also a saint who can persist in believing in Sigmar during half a year of corruption. Therefore, the two are naturally opposed in their identities and camps. Before Al can lead an army of 100,000 to Altdorf like Vlad to seek the throne, there should be no room for reconciliation.

Ai'er is unworthy, the Empire despises him, and they don't even know that such a person exists.

So it is better to make a decisive decision. If you are soft-hearted and get stabbed to death by your own mother one day, you will become a filial son of Lordaeron and it will be so funny.

A man and a horse came in front of Celestine. The woman did not stand up, or even make any other movements. She just looked at Al silently.

"I......"

Al opened his mouth, but found that he didn't know what to say. Physically, Celestine was his mother, but in reality, they had never had any communication (not counting when he was held by the neck begging for mercy), nor did they have any feelings for each other. To her, he was forced to give birth to a child, a Chaos cub who was the enemy of Order. No matter from the perspective of race or belief, he had the motive to kill him at all costs.

Forget it.

"We will send you back to the human city in the next two days... Can you find a way to go back by yourself?"

Al couldn't help but ask one more question, but Celestine just looked at him silently, then lowered her head to look at the dagger at her feet.

This action of hers made El's hair stand on end, and he almost tried to walk around the pillar. Fortunately, there was a woman horse under him. According to the difference in combat power between the two, the probability of Celestine bypassing the woman horse and killing El should be close to zero.

So he calmed down and decided not to dwell on this complicated relationship anymore.

The milk of the goat girl is just as fragrant and safe.

maternal love?

He was a little overwhelmed by the centaur girl's love.

"That's it anyway..."

So Alina took him and was about to leave.

After the woman Ma and Al had their affair, she no longer wanted to see him "conquer" Celestine. To her, Al was now her boy, and even if Celestine tied her up and sent her to bed, it would still be dangerous.

"If possible...I don't want to appear in this world, but now that I am here I will try my best to live."

Al said a few final words.

"I am different from the demon you know."

"At least it's different now."

Chapter 26: Wolves

After telling Celestine his true feelings, El felt a little better, as if a heavy burden had been lifted in half.

Al really wanted maternal love, family affection, and other things. If he was born in a city of humans and elves and had a normal family...

His heart has been usurped by the four gods, and his fate is bound to the end. Perhaps he will never have the true love and family affection he desires in this life...

"Want something to eat?"

The woman spread her legs and asked casually:

"After that... go to the spring to wash and bathe."

"Great!"

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Will dismounted and rushed to the stream with a hasty and staggering step.

He knelt on the wet shore, not caring about his knees which were slowly getting wet, and leaned over and buried his face in the flowing stream.

After holding it in for a long while, he suddenly raised his head, allowing the water droplets to slide from his temples and chin into the lining.

The two servants who followed closely behind him pulled the reins, dismounted, left one to watch over the horse, and the other rushed to the shore.

"Lord Will!"

He rushed to the man and tried to help him up, but Will pushed him away with force, and the servant fell on his back on the wet river sand, his face showing fear.

Will tremblingly parted the messy hair hanging down in front of his forehead, calmed himself down, and looked at the water.

The noble young man with sharp eyes and heroic face, who made the noble ladies in the court flirt with him, no longer had any of his former elegance.

The left side of his face was swollen, his hair and beard were disheveled like a barbarian, and his face was covered with stains and grease.

Will hurriedly tried to take off his cloak and clothes. After the servants failed to persuade him, they reluctantly helped Will take off his clothes. Several red and bleeding whip marks on his back were exposed to the air. Will turned his back and gently stroked them. He gasped in pain and simply jumped into the stream.

"grown ups!"

The servant was shocked and afraid that something might have happened to Will, so he had to untie his cloak and wade into the water.

Fortunately, the stream is not deep, only about one meter deep, and there is a lush forest not far from the other side.

Will sat on the ground, feeling the cool stream water rushing over his body.

However, although the physical pain was soothed, the psychological wound was like a festering scar. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Suddenly, he stood up from the water, walked towards the shore, and drew the dagger from his waist.

The decorative ceremonial objects looked somewhat sharp, which gave Will Julius some false courage. He walked towards where the horse was reined in, as if he was going somewhere.

"Lord Will!"

The attendant no longer dared to hesitate. He rushed forward, holding Will's right hand holding the sword, and while trying to grab the sword, he begged bitterly: "Please calm down, sir! Lord Hart has already held the general accountable!"

"Who is he?"