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Instead, the paladin's movements became more and more rough and rapid, and the speed of his up and down thrusting was so fast that Al felt his hips hurt, as if a motor was pressing on his body.

Claudia randomly kissed and bit the boy's face, neck and chest like a storm, and from time to time she pressed Al's head hard into her arms, as if she wanted to stuff her breasts into his mouth.

The boy was like a pony being ridden and crushed by a cart. He was caught off guard by the sudden attack. Even with his physique chosen by God, he was forced to surrender by the woman's increasingly frenzied attacks, and the woman released herself almost at the same time as Al.

Claudia's face showed a hint of pain in the joy, and relief in the pain.

The truce did not last long. She had barely recovered from the pleasure when she began to stroke him without stopping, binding the boy with her body. He could not go anywhere and could only passively endure and cater to her.

Ma Niang hadn't known when she was standing in front of the two people who were entangled in each other's arms. She undressed herself, breathing heavily, her eyes red as blood, almost bursting with burning passion. Looking at the two entangled bodies, one big and one small, she herself was trembling with excitement.

Mother Yang silently prepared a possible venue for them, cleaned it up a bit, walked out of the tent, and asked the maids to prepare and clean in advance.

A girl with sheep-like features ran over and asked her sheep mother for permission. The Imperials sent a small team, hoping to meet with the Beast King to discuss a joint effort to wipe out the greenskins in the wilderness.

The sheep mother thought about it and asked the sheep girl to take the shaman to talk to the imperialists. Don't reject them directly, nor agree directly. Delay the humans and make a decision after the deal with El is done.

The sheep girl obeyed the order and left. She was one of El's first offspring, but her growth and performance were not as good as the four sons. El kept her by his side and followed her young father to fight outside the forest.

Al did not take the second batch of offspring that had already been born and the third batch that was about to be born with him, and let them follow the four sons to open up the forest.

Chapter 75: Defeat and humiliation of God's chosen one!

The battle in the tent lasted for a long time.

From afternoon to midnight, the human messengers had said goodbye and left, saying they would come back the next day.

As the adoptive mother, the Centaur Girl could no longer hold back and joined the battlefield. She subdued the abnormally excited and somewhat crazy Holy Warrior, and then took her adopted son into her arms...

Although due to the disadvantages of physical structure, it is difficult for the Centaur to force Al to unite with him without threatening with strong measures, but if the boy and his adoptive mother are just asked to do some intimate services and interactions, Al is very willing to take the initiative.

The Holy Knight treated him so roughly: the offensive was reversed, he became the master, Brother Jack didn't want it, the ultimate insult... Al's brain became a little confused. If he had known it would be like this, he would have shackled the Holy Knight to the instrument, tightly, so that she could not move and could not attack again.

After being tossed around for a long time, El lay in the sheep mother's arms, gasping for breath. The horse girl was cleaning her body with the help of the beastman maid. Suddenly, a hot body leaned over and squeezed into El's arms.

The boy was startled as a force pulled his left arm over and placed it between the two firm and soft masses.

"You! You come again..."

With a trembling voice, Al tried to pull his hand back but was held tightly by the paladin. His body was even pulled down, with his two breasts pressed against his back and his front facing the sheep mother, sandwiched between the two women.

A hand came to rest on Al's waist, stroking gently across the boy's abdomen.

"You want me to be your wife, don't you?"

The paladin moved closer to Al and spoke calmly in his ear, as if describing something that had nothing to do with him.

She opened her mouth and bit Al's earlobe, nibbling and rubbing it with her teeth.

Al arched towards the sheep mother, and Claudia also pressed close to him, sandwiching the boy tightly in the middle, with half of his body sunk in the beautiful flesh of the paladin.

"We are husband and wife now..."

The paladin murmured, and to Al it sounded like the whisper of a devil (?).

Al was so scared of a woman.

Or the woman he had fucked.

The last time was when his biological mother Celestine grabbed his neck and wanted to eliminate the evil for Sigma (black history crossed out)

He even suspected that Joy had done something to the Holy Knight, turning her into the kind of evil and fallen saint who became more and more violent and lustful.

Claudia didn't care much about Al's wild thoughts and fears. She hugged Al from behind, with her long legs pressed against his legs. She closed her beautiful eyes and whispered:

"Good night, little husband."

Then there was no movement, only the breath that continued to spray on Al's body.

It also carries a scent of his offspring.

The paladin's wild counterattack experimented with every part of Al's body except the back door, and the excitement was far greater than their first night.

The woman was very rough and clumsy. She basically used whatever she could think of and whatever was closest. She did not show any disgust at all, and she would not let Al show any disgust. She would even deliberately let the boy bite her before kissing Al's lips.

Then he looked at the latter with a mocking and provocative look as he kept dodging.

In the end, El overcame this hurdle by using his pure body of God's choosing as an excuse.

The muscular body, especially the pair of tall and round breasts, were stained with a thick white coat many times, and then divided up by the three holy warriors, the sheep mother and the horse girl.

The price of such a long period of joy was that even the energetic Al felt a little powerless.

Mainly mental fatigue...

Al wanted to sleep too.

He hesitated for a moment, but still did not do anything like waking up the Holy Knight and asking her to clean up. He really didn't want to be pinned down under him again.

When the time comes, the horse girl will be moved - the sheep mother will be helpless - World War II - I won’t sleep tonight.

Although his body can sustain staying up late, Al still sticks to his previous lifestyle unless there is something important to do, which makes him feel that he is still a "normal person."

Instead of four originally genderless beings who insist on appearing as females, planning various conspiracies and plotting to carry out a super plan involving the entire world and other realms at the end of the world, the chaotic powers who have accomplished self-transcendence, the four gods' common sons bred by incomprehensible means, the eternal chosen ones of God.

So he simply closed his eyes, lay quietly between the Holy Knight and the Sheep Mother, and began to sleep.

The foster mother seemed to be in a very happy mood, with a smile on her charming face. She squatted in front of Al, lowered her head, and stared at the boy's face without blinking...

late at night.

...

sunrise.

Al was awakened by the movement beneath him.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the mother sheep had also woken up. She silently weighed her breasts with her hands, indicating to Al if he wanted to drink milk. The boy shook his head and looked down.

as predicted.

A head of golden hair moved up and down on his lower abdomen as his master moved. Little Al was wrapped in the warm and slippery mouth. A tongue that was still clumsy compared to the mother sheep's but already quite decent was constantly licking Al's spear.

Al swallowed and did not move, allowing the paladin to hold his legs and serve him wholeheartedly.

After a long while, Al finally clutched the carpet tightly.

The paladin also lowered his head to the lowest point in time.

After a burst of eruption, she choked, but still withdrew slowly, then began to cough, covering her mouth with one hand.

Al breathed a sigh of relief, quickly got up from the ground, and called the maid to get water for cleaning.

Turning around, the sheep mother was packing up. The holy warrior was standing naked, almost two heads taller than Al. He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, wiping away the white stains, then put the back of his finger in and finally sucked it.

Al shuddered.

Why, in just one day, he turned from a paladin into a succubus-like creature.

"You...Mom, did you do this?"

He prayed to the four mothers in his heart, knowing that if they could hear him, they would know who he was asking.

However, there was no reply, as if the Four Mothers' attention was not on the mortal world at the moment.

Al only felt a doting but somewhat resentful gaze sweeping over him. He seemed to be naked, but he did not feel shy. Instead, he felt a sense of shame and guilt.

I am so depraved!

Or use force!

Holy, benevolent and forgiving Mother Earth!

"Um?!"

Al raised his head suddenly. Who was that just now?

The Benevolent and Forgiving Earth Mother...seems to be a title for the loving mother goddess?

Al slapped his face, not wanting to waste any more time, so he found a cloak covered with scars of yesterday's battle, wrapped it around himself, and went to help the Sheep Mother clean up the place.

He picked up the helmet of the Cold Love Armor from the corner. When the Paladin was at his wildest yesterday, he held the boy in his arms. The two of them walked around in circles in the tent together. In the process, he took off the helmet of the armor given by the Blood Mother, put it on Al's head, and then continued walking and playing.

When Al thought of the debauchery in the tent yesterday, he couldn't help but show a trace of embarrassment on his face.

It was as if I was the princess, knight, or queen of the enemy country who was defeated and captured.

The paladin is an evil enemy soldier, a mercenary leader, or the enemy king's commander...

Chapter 76: Unbreakable!

Two more not-so-important days passed.

At first, El was a little uncomfortable with the enthusiasm of the paladin. Really anytime and anywhere, as long as there were no other people around, she would take the initiative to pester El for sex and launch an offensive against the boy.

Later, they gradually became familiar with each other, and even out of competitiveness and self-esteem, El would take the initiative to fight the paladin, and use the Spear of God to fiercely defeat the paladin of Myrmidia. After a fierce battle, both sides stopped fighting.

Al takes time to deal with all matters big and small.

The human's request was granted and six small regiments were sent out to join forces with the human cavalry to clear out the green-skinned beasts roaming around.

By the way, let the wolves and centaurs carry the supplies and explore in the three directions of east, south and west, and try to clear the fog of war and the detailed map as much as possible.

The blessing of omniscience that allows one to remember geography completely can give Aiur an advantage like a God's perspective in terms of geographical location, and at the same time can detect the movements of the greenskins. These wild beasts are always aggressive and difficult to settle down except under the high pressure of the powerful warlords. They will not be too quiet along the way. The beasts who believe in the Blood Mother can sense their situation from a long distance.

Their camps and teams are always filled with fighting. Their appearance is a harbinger of the coming of war. They are enemies that the Blood Mother believers are eager to fight.

Samana, the three parties had been waiting for several days for the news from the official envoy of Weiling City to be finally brought back to the town by the scouts.

After the banquet, Celestine's human legion had already sent most of its forces to bring the corpses back to Weiling and provide supplies. A small number of troops were left behind to garrison with the hidden purpose of monitoring the tribe.

The female knight also stayed, although the commanders advised her to return to the city, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the Julius family if anything unexpected happened. The female knight declined, as she always felt that something was waiting for her.

It’s hard to say whether it’s good or bad, but in that mysterious tribe, there are things that concern me.

After the little noble who had been trying to pursue Celestine died accidentally from drinking at a banquet, the female knight had some peace and quiet for a while.

On this day, the news of the envoy's arrival reached Samana, and the human commanders gathered in the base to welcome the envoy together.

The female knight changed into casual clothes, rode a horse with a sword, and waited outside the camp with everyone else. After about ten minutes, the scouts led a team of dusty messengers over the hills and arrived in Samana.

Among those present were generals of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, free officers of the Estalia, minor nobles, the mayor of Samana, respectable gentry and wealthy businessmen, the priest of the goddess, and a shepherd shaman of the Beastman tribe.

It can be said that almost all the forces on the land of Estalia except the enemies have been gathered together.

The local natives were somewhat worried, fearing that the messenger brought bad news, which would most likely anger the tribe. The city of Weiling might be safe for a while, but the destruction of Samana, which was so close, might be just a matter of seconds.

As for the officers, their ideas were more complicated. Some wanted to see an alliance to fight against the greenskins; some were unwilling to give up the Great Pina Forest and the Inara Mountains - even though the Estalia had done very little development on these two places compared to the hilly wilderness, in people's minds they were still unquestionably the kingdom's territory.

Hand it over to a group of beastmen.

There are also people who have both ideas at the same time. They want to get support from the tribe, but they also feel that the price is too high. Maybe we can continue the discussion.

Most of the above are what the Estalia people think.

There are not that many Imperial expeditionary forces. From a purely military perspective, they are clearly inclined to form an alliance between the Kingdom of Estalia and the tribes. This kind of situation where different races and beliefs unite to fight threats is a very politically correct situation in today's empire.

The Human Empire wants to use their "universalism" to fight against the thought of the Elves of Ossur. The union of multiple races is the Empire's main weapon to gain an advantage over the three main races of the Old World: humans (mainly the Imperial Batokislev), elves, and dwarves. Although it is still at a disadvantage, with one hundred and fifty years of development, it has gradually become the main weapon of a minority group that cannot be ignored.

And their main purpose was to establish outpost concessions, but now most of the south has fallen under the ravages of the greenskins, and the hastily assembled legions have suffered successive defeats. Only Margarita is still holding on alone.

When the Southern Army was defeated, the Northern Parliament had already made plans for the worst - just like the last time, and the time before that, when the Estalia people faced the crisis of national extinction.

Call someone.

Whether it's the democratic aristocracy, the republican ruling dictatorship, the peasant parliament, the Knights of the Round Table and the chaotic state of Battor in the north, or the elves of Osun across the sea, or the Tomb King who spends all day in the desert wondering if his treasure is missing, fighting with the greenskins and primitive beasts.

No matter who he is, as long as he comes to help his brothers, we will give him as much as he wants!

(Al: ? Great, I'm coming in!)

They are currently strengthening the city defenses in Weiling, hoping to stop the greenskins waaaagh who may move north. If things go wrong, they may have to retreat further north and use the narrow passage between Diamonteri and Pina Forest to continue resisting the greenskins.

But it is difficult to predict the effect. According to the expeditionary force's own internal assessment and observation, the Estalia people have long been fighting against the native beasts and indigenous people of the New World, as well as rat people who are suspiciously similar to the Beastmen branch. Even the conflict with the neighboring country Tyrell basically took place at sea. In fact, the combat effectiveness of the army is already far behind that of the Imperial Army.

Although there was guidance from the Church of the Goddess of War, the latter began to seek transformation after the Great War, gradually expanding its responsibilities from "war glory and wisdom" to influencing all aspects of southerners, including family happiness, cultural inheritance, and so on.

The emphasis on the army is also divided into strategic layout and small troops - because there is no opportunity for large-scale combat, tactical training.

The destruction of the Invincible Armada greatly reduced the morale and endurance of the Estalia people. The siege of Margarita and the recent division between the North and the South resulted in the South having no effective command. Although the motivation of revenge could provide a short-term boost, it resulted in a large number of southern manpower being lost in vain on the way to support Margarita.

Due to the previous conflicts and mutual suspicions, the quarrels in the Northern Parliament forced even the most brilliant and far-sighted strategies to succumb to reality. Eventually, the Southern Army advanced recklessly and was ambushed and defeated by the Greenskins and the sudden appearance of Skaven reinforcements. The Estalia completely lost their last large army group in the South.

A series of defeats dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the military and civilians. The goddess' silence also made them lose their faith and panic spread.