Warhammer

The feeling of his hand was like hitting a ball of pudding. The Beast King paused, surprised and confused. He lowered his head, but for a moment he couldn't see what was happening under his crotch.

Seeing that his attack had no effect, Al became furious and let out a fierce and childish roar from his little mouth that had barely grown all his teeth when he was born:

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood Mother!"

He bit it hard.

With the blessing of Chaos, when Aiel discovered that his body was a weapon, his teeth instantly grew longer and the tips of his teeth became extremely sharp, enough to bite through the skin of the Zaken Stem.

The corrupted beast king howled in pain, and its huge body swayed. It took several steps back, reaching out to scratch its lower body. Al clung tightly to the root of a large snake and narrowly avoided Zaken's claws. However, even so, it was only a matter of time before he was caught.

However, the powerful being watching all this did not want the drama to end like this. As the mark of Slaanesh engraved on the Beast King shone, a sense of pleasure that rushed straight to the skull leaped up from Zaken's wound.

The drooping forked stem instantly tensed into an upright trident. Zaken took a few steps back and sat down on the ground with a bang on his huge body. Al struggled to climb up, but Zaken had no time to care about anything else and only wanted to experience the unprecedented excitement.

At the same time, the power of the evil god also caused further mutations in Zaken's body. The three snake-like fleshy stems suddenly blossomed like flowers, dripping with blood. Each petal made of flesh and blood was covered with tiny and sharp teeth. Under the power of chaos, they seemed to have a certain self-awareness, standing upright and pouncing towards Al.

He sat on the beast king's belly, holding each side with his hands, and pressed the last flesh snake between his arms. Every time he swung, he used all his strength to smash the flesh snakes in his hands together. Every time he moved, Zaken groaned in pleasure or pain.

Al didn't care about the nausea and the stench of the snake meat. He saw that the blood-red figure not only brought him a powerful force relative to his current body, but also a fire that would always burn in his heart:

The injustices and grievances he had suffered in the past, as far away as the slide being snatched away by children of the same age in kindergarten, to as recent as getting accidentally hit on the arm on the road yesterday, many memories that had hardly left an impression in Al's heart were constantly magnified, and then put into a fire in his heart that burned everything, transformed into tremendous power and injected into his internal organs and limbs.

Thanks to the existence of this flame, those negative and manic emotions only stayed in Al's heart for a moment before turning into fuel, allowing him to keep a clear mind while being extremely emotional.

He tried his best to move his body and fight the giant snake that was entangled with him. Suddenly, he thought of a myth story he had read in the past:

Hercules fighting a snake in his cradle.

In the tribe, several shivering sheep girls hugged each other and curled up behind a haystack.

Zaken's howl soon attracted more members of the Rejoicers, who looked around curiously and fearfully, fearing that the mad Beast King was doing something terrible again.

Some members who worshipped Slaanesh heard Zaken's moans mixed with pain and pleasure, which was a great stimulation to the Slaanesh members. They scratched their ears and cheeks, and shook their bodies unconsciously, eager to join in the dark and forbidden joy.

At this time, the beast king had fallen to the ground, crying, and in its abdomen, a human-like cub was fighting desperately with one part, or three parts, of Zaken's body.

As Al and the three-headed snake fought, the fallen Beast King let out groans that sounded like gasps and roars from time to time. The wound under his crotch became more and more painful, and a premonition of death emerged in the Beast King's mind.

The extreme excitement and fatal crisis eroded Zaken's mind at the same time. The fierce collision between the two made Zaken regain his sanity briefly. It suddenly realized that the prophecy shown to it by the gods was actually a mockery of this crazy and brutal beast.

It mustered up all its strength, overcoming the stimulation of the ever-increasing pleasure on its body, and stretched out its right claw towards the boy who was fighting the three-headed snake.

Al turned his head suddenly and stared at Zaken with bloodshot eyes. The latter stopped moving and his heart was beating fast.

In an instant, Zaken saw from those eyes a furious, terrifying blood shadow that could split the sky and earth. It was standing in an ocean made up of countless skulls, glaring at the tiny existence in the material world.

There was a bloody wound on the left side of his face, and the fresh blood of a newborn baby was flowing down the boy's cheek. His tender body had grown into that of a half-grown boy in just a few minutes.

Zaken felt extremely panicked, as if he was the tiny, fragile being. The Beast King lay on his back, propping himself up and moving backwards, while Al finally made some progress. He broke the long snake that he had bitten earlier from the wound, and then tore it apart from the constantly shaking and heaving Beast King.

Zaken's wailing startled a flock of birds in the dense forest. A kind green light pierced through the clouds and shone on the boy covered in blood. The wound on his cheek healed rapidly, and the weakness in his body disappeared completely. In contrast, some tiny invisible things suddenly appeared on Zaken's wound, and they spread quickly, emitting a rotten smell.

It also develops tiny but rapidly expanding pimples and sores on its body.

On a wooden stake outside the cave, a crow with bright blue and gold tail feathers tilted its head and combed its feathers, while its third eye on top of its head watched the scenes unfolding without blinking.

The severely injured Beast King suddenly understood the language of the gods:

All this symbolizes that it is just a supporting role in a chaotic and powerful drama, a plaything in a new game of gods.

Being killed by this baby was the fate that the gods had arranged for it.

Once again, Zaken recalled his deepest desire: to trample and destroy civilization, to practice the most extreme pleasure and desecration in every corner of the city and the temple.

In those longed-for but unattainable pictures, all its figures quietly transformed into the appearance of an adult, tall boy. He had the same bone wings as Zaken, hard hooves, and a terrifying trident...

It feels satisfied from the inside out.

The two remaining ends of the trident had become dejected after being constantly torn and beaten by the boy, but they still responded to Zaken's last joy in his life.

They shook a few times, and the blood-red and milky white essence poured out onto Zaken's legs, flowing to the ground, and then rotted under the influence of invisible things, blooming into foul-smelling flowers.

The beast king had completely submitted to the will of the Chaos Powers and played its role in this drama. It completely succumbed to the stimulation of the senses, abandoned all reason, and obeyed pleasure. As the last life essence left its body, it raised its upper body high, madly, like a Slaanesh believer who was completely immersed in the dark corruption, and roared:

"Great! So great!"

Then the mind is quickly withdrawn from this extreme stimulation.

The last two ends of the trident were also torn off one by one by Al and smashed into Zaken's face.

Under the influence of chaos, the wound under his crotch became a fatal wound. Filthy blood continued to flow out of the wound, leaving a foul smell on the ground. The surface of the blood had a layer of abnormal greasy luster, which looked very disgusting.

The boy stared at the Beast King with red eyes. The latter's huge body collapsed with a loud bang. His head tilted to one side, with his tongue hanging on his face and saliva dripping down.

It's dead.

The Beast King of the Rejoicers tribe, a horned beast that worships Slaanesh. Perhaps at some point, it succeeds in obtaining the Dark Prince's favor, setting off a bloody storm of pleasure, before being slain by some mortal hero. Or, like its kin who had been resurrected many times and was believed to be immortal, Morgul Shadownemesis, it accumulates strength and waits for its next comeback.

But the Beast King's body did fall to the ground.

Al jumped off the Beast King's body. In a short period of time, he had grown to the size of a three or four-year-old beastman cub, which would be about seven or eight years old if he were a human.

The red faded from the boy's eyes. A breeze blew across his face. A hint of sweet smell lingered in the air. Al then woke up completely.

"vomit!"

The next second he fell to the ground and vomited continuously.

"vomit!"

Before, my mind was full of thoughts about fighting, glory, and bathing in blood. I could fight that thing without any scruples. But when I woke up, it was just like I was drunk and had taken a nap next to a cesspool and then got up.

As the instinctive reaction passed, fear followed. Al realized the abnormality just now, the blood-red shadow, the green light... It sounded as if it had nothing to do with a dog-head sitting on the toilet and the virtuous husband who stayed at home to make soup every day.

However, when Al thought back to the scene he saw, it seemed that the image was different from what he remembered?

He thought again of the words he had shouted subconsciously, "Blood sacrifice to blood mother."

It does seem to be different from what he had remembered. Fortunately, the crisis with the Minotaur has passed. Only then can Al relax and pay attention to the situation around him.

The corpse of the Beast King... I should ignore it, it's impossible to eat it; the two foolish sheep girls, they look pretty, but the hollow eyes and occasional twitching of their limbs greatly reduce their looks; the flag with the S mark on it makes me scared every time I see it, for fear that the Dark Prince will suddenly notice me; the unconscious woman is my biological mother in this life, and if I'm not mistaken, she's a knight lady... Thinking of this, Al's blood suddenly boiled in his heart. Damn it, the defeated knight lady fell into the hands of the Beastmen, these chaotic bastards that replaced the goblins in Warhammer.

When he thought of this, he was horrified at his own birth.

So he quickly checked his condition and found that he still had two arms and three legs, and there was no obvious sign on his body such as extra arms or hair. He touched his face and head and found that they were still normal. Behind the flesh and blood there must be a pure skull without any mutation. He breathed a sigh of relief.

But he still cursed in his heart, and he was completely hopeless. Not only did he choose his wife, but he was also born in a goblin's nest. With this start, he suddenly had a terrifying idea. Green, purple, and red were all there. Could it be that the game was a trick of Tzeentch?

To sum up two things:

Good news, time travel.

Bad news, it's Warhammer.

Chapter 3: Slaanesh! Damai!

The terrified Al stood naked on the ground, with Zaken's huge beast corpse and an unconscious naked woman lying beside him.

There were constant rustling noises outside. He realized someone was spying on him and subconsciously looked in that direction, but saw nothing.

Behind the haystack, a sheep girl curled up in a ball, hugging her knees and shivering, with her ears drooping and sticking to her sides.

Al became even more nervous. This camp didn't look like there was only one beast king. He didn't know what would happen if other beastmen arrived and found out that he had killed their beast king. He wanted to escape, but when he looked up, he could only see the lush forest. Moreover, he was unable to escape with an unconscious woman.

Al had no choice but to grab the animal skin carpet and pull the woman back into the cave with great effort. After searching around, he couldn't find any clothes to cover her. However, two sheep girls suddenly followed him in, which scared Al.

They followed Al in a daze, lowered their heads under Al's vigilant gaze, walked forward, each pulling a carpet, and brought the woman to the depths of the cave as before.

The roughly excavated cave still maintained its original appearance, barely enough to accommodate people. A piece of amber was inlaid on the top of the inner wall of the cave, emitting a light like dusk. Al watched the goat girl quietly retreat again, and his heart, which had been hanging in the air, was barely relieved a little. At this time, Al realized that he was also naked, but he had no time to pay attention to it before. So he found a clean place on the edge of the carpet and sat down, hugged his legs, and tilted his head to look at the woman on the ground.

She lay there quietly, like a sleeping beauty, her brows slightly wrinkled, her face looking a little weakened under the dim amber light.

The naked body had a hard and muscular feel, perhaps because of pregnancy, the heroic features like a Valkyrie unconsciously revealed a kind of, giving El the illusion of kindness.

A beautiful and real woman.

In a way he should call this woman "Mother"...

Al's gaze moved downward, across the white neck and collarbone, and stopped at the tall white twin peaks.

A hot feeling rose in the boy's throat. He was so thirsty and longed to get water and nutrition from somewhere. He gritted his teeth and controlled his gaze to move further down.

The abdomen is curvy and the abs are so nice that you can't describe it with just a glance down. The plump and slender thighs are so thick that they can crush you to death at a glance. One can't help but imagine what it feels like to be controlled by such a pair of long legs.

Being pressed down by her, violated by her, taken in by her, completely possessed by her, wishing to be integrated into her body, being her mount, and also trying to turn over and become her rider, fighting each other, struggling, suffocating in those huge breasts, pouring all my reason and essence into her body without reservation...

"Snapped!"

Al slapped himself.

Mother!

The board with the symbol of Shade of Sin was still embedded in the wall. Al didn't dare to move it. He tried not to look at it and restrain himself from having any random thoughts.

He turned his head away. It was really difficult for him to quickly change his cognition from "wife" to "mother" in such a strange situation, but he could only use this reason to suppress and warn himself.

For Al, the word "mother" has always been shrouded in a sacred veil in his heart. In 2076, there are only a few men and women who are willing to maintain the old inheritance relationship and educate the next generation in person with the assistance of society. Most of them choose in vitro fertilization or test tube fertilization just to obtain proof of birth and continue DNA, and then hand the child over to the socialized care institutions directly under the Human Rights Federation, like Al's case.

Except for a very small number of conservatives, no one thinks there is anything wrong with this. Children can grow up better with the care of their social mother and human rights father.

The parents also felt relieved and continued with their lives and work. Most of Al's peers also felt that this was normal. It can be predicted that their future children will also thrive under the attention of the People's Union.

Al is different. He likes to learn about things from the beginning of the century. He is also fascinated by the family relationships that were still common at that time, and the "father" and "mother" who played the most important roles in them.

Perhaps because he is a man, Al is more eager for the role of "mother".

Al's eyes suddenly noticed a darker stain on the carpet. This mark was easily overlooked under the amber light. He curiously leaned over and touched it with his finger, but couldn't see anything.

Some strange knowledge suddenly emerged in his mind and told him: this thing is the blood of a virgin and the blood of a warrior.

The kind that just fell not long ago.

Then came fear.

Where does all this strange knowledge come from in my head!

Al was shocked and terrified. He got up from the ground and backed away, his movements similar to the Beast King who was castrated to death by him.

As expected, I was being targeted!

Can suicide lead to a good death now?

When he thought about the possibility of becoming a plaything of chaos at any time, he would rather die early and be reborn.

Al subconsciously glanced at his mother in this life. Just this simple glance, his heart suddenly ignited with desire, and he suddenly felt a hard feeling in his crotch. He lowered his head and found that a trident similar to Zaken had grown between his legs! It was proudly showing its existence in the air.

Al looked up in horror, the woman's body glowing before his eyes.

In an instant, the woman seemed to wake up. She propped herself up with one hand, her breasts trembling in the air, and her legs lightly crossed, revealing a look of reluctance and willingness.

"My...child."

This simple name made the boy almost unable to control his impulse. His eyes were red, his breathing was heavy, and he became more agitated than when he was fighting with the Trident of Zaken.

The woman waved to him and spread her legs again, motioning the boy to return to her arms. She called to Al like a kind, doting goddess, making him long to lie on her, resting his head on those plump, heaven-given breasts, and sucking the sweet milk.

It seemed as if it had its own thoughts. An illusion came from the trident that was held high. It seemed as if its lower body was almost pulling Al forward into the mysterious garden.

“My few have minds of their own!”

Terrible thoughts crazily grew in his mind, and Al no longer dared to stop. He slapped the boy with all his might, and the next second the severe pain made it almost impossible for the boy to stand. Fortunately, the pain also allowed him to briefly regain control of his body. He leaned against the wall and fled out of the cave without looking back, stumbling all the way.

Behind him came sobbing and crying, like a mother who was despised and abandoned by her child, expressing her sorrow and unwillingness; Al almost instinctively turned around and wanted to go back, throw himself into the woman's arms again, and comfort his injured mother. Fortunately, he turned too fast and fell to the ground, and then he rolled and crawled out of the cave.

Finally seeing the light at the door, Al quickened his speed and rushed out. There seemed to be a cry behind him, which gradually twisted into a terrible scream and finally disappeared without a trace.

The terrifying force that tempted him to lose control of his body was gone.

Al did not dare to let his guard down, and ran a long way, hiding behind the beast king's body, and nervously looked into the cave. During the process, he took the time to look down, and although the trident was gone, it was still there.

Al breathed a sigh of relief.

I noticed two sheep girls lying side by side beside the beast king's body, arching their buttocks. Their buttocks with short furry tails were raised high and swaying in the air. I didn't know what they were doing.

Al took a look and found that the Beast King Trident that he had torn off before was actually held up by two sheep girls on the left and right, serving the flesh worm that was covered in blood and stained with a lot of Zaken's dirt.

This absurd and bizarre scene really shocked Al. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, and didn't dare to stop it.

At this moment, a nimble figure suddenly jumped high, crushed the fence, and rushed into the camp like a red whirlwind.

One, or rather a tall centaur!

She has short bright red hair, tied into small braids hanging on both sides of her ears, and her wild appearance reveals her delicate facial features. Her tall and exaggerated chest is simply wrapped in cloth, revealing a large area of ​​beautiful flesh, and her strong muscles in her upper body have a well-proportioned beauty.

Al's XP was hit again.