"So… what are we now…"
"Shh, don't speak."
Al was completely held in the centaur girl's arms like a giant body pillow. She stood with her head lowered and eyes closed, occasionally rubbing herself against him. Almost every time, Al thought she had fallen asleep.
"I can't sleep like this."
The centaur woman then found two large animal hides, spread them on the ground, and pulled Al down to lie on his side with her.
Being hugged by the centaur woman's strong and powerful arms, with two massive breasts pressing down on his head, Al felt it was almost hard to breathe.
How did things end up like this?
Al wondered, gradually sinking into thought.
[Are you there?]
That familiar…
"Not here! Fuck off!"
The curse slipped out almost instinctively. Al's vision blurred, and before he could react, he was already in another realm.
It was said:
Purple mist drifts thirty thousand li, the Eldar first fell five thousand years ago.
And also:
The Dark Prince dwells here, tasting the carnal sins of the mortal world.
The world turned upside down. Al looked around but couldn't tell up from down. Whether he looked up or down, the sky was all colorful.
Countless shining stars filled the space. Upon closer look, the stars instantly turned into countless eyes, blinking silently and staring at Al.
The silent gaze put enormous pressure on the boy. He nearly fell to the ground. A brilliant, radiant path that seemed to extend infinitely into the darkness appeared beneath his feet.
[Come here~]
The voice said provocatively. This time it wasn't just beside his ear—the entire world, even the starry sky, echoed with mocking laughter. The stars—or eyes—hanging in the firmament trembled as if joining in the ridicule.
Al gathered his courage and walked forward. The moment he took the first step, countless stars erupted with countless different voices:
Male and female, old and young, smooth ordinary humans, haughty elegant elves, deep impatient dwarves, Cathayan scholars with their classical speech, skaven yes-yes, greenskin Waaagh!…
"They're laughing at me!"
The thought flashed through Al's mind.
"How dare they laugh at me!"
He walked forward angrily a few steps and loudly, using every vulgar word and filthy metaphor he had ever learned in his life, unleashed a torrent of curses and insults. The crude vocabulary and dirty comparisons poured out like bullets. Even the mocking stars faltered under the furious assault.
That pause gave Al unparalleled satisfaction and confidence. He strode forward, still spewing profanities.
Then the stars' tone changed completely. They began to praise Al, revere Al, exhausting every flattering and fawning word imaginable.
Al ignored them and continued walking. The darkness parted, and the scene before him changed again.
The Altdorf Triumphal Arch.
A majestic, emperor-like human voice boomed in a deep male tone, praising Al as the Protector of Mankind and Savior of the Empire. It begged him to accept the title of "Supreme One" bestowed by all the men and women of the Empire together, granting him "absolute privilege." Every imperial citizen—man or woman, within the Empire or beyond—had the duty and obligation to satisfy all of "Supreme One Al's" desires. Whether claiming a bride on her wedding night or taking the groom himself, everyone must obey, everyone would do so willingly. The Empire had become Al's personal "Serving Nation."
With every word the emperor-like man spoke, countless scenes of ultimate honor flashed before Al's eyes. Countless churches tore down Sigmar's statues and replaced them with the visage of the boy Al. Countless nuns prayed to Al's divine name by day and masturbated while chanting his name at night, dreaming only of being graced by the Supreme One… Al took another step forward.
Before him appeared a magnificent grand sea gate and a breathtaking elven city that looked like a dreamlike castle.
This time, the proud elves finally bowed their arrogant heads to the "Supreme One." The Phoenix King himself respectfully welcomed Al to ascend the Throne of Lothern, with the blazing Flame of Asuryan burning behind him. The Everqueen and her handmaidens, along with the Avelorn guards, all dressed in wedding finery, marched toward the court. Beneath the throne, they knelt reverently before Supreme One Al and begged the entire court of the Everqueen to marry Al as wives and consorts, making him the Eternal King of the Elves, unchanging for ten thousand generations!
The Everqueen, dressed in magnificent attire, had so little fabric on her body that it could barely contain a pair of full, perfect breasts Al had never seen before in such flawless shape. Her peerless face combined the dignity of a queen, the holiness of a priestess, and the seductive charm of a wife toward her husband. She was the woman of every man's dreams! The most beautiful woman in the mortal world!
She knelt at Al's feet, weeping continuously, begging only for the sovereign's mercy.
The High Elves bestowed upon Al the title of "Most Holy One." Now he was "Most Holy Supreme One Al."
Next came the dwarves. Though dwarf women might not suit Al's tastes, their craftsmanship and devotion left an unforgettable impression. On the newly reclaimed Eight Peaks and countless other mountains, fortresses, and strongholds retaken by the dwarves, they carved and forged countless giant statues and murals of Al. From the sky, the endless mountain ranges, fortresses, strongholds, and citadels formed a colossal, continent-sized portrait of Al's face imprinted on the earth's surface.
Countless dwarves raised torches and tankards, declaring that the Age of Grudges had ended in the name of "Most Divine Supreme One Al" (unlike the elves). From now on, every dwarf would drink heartily in Al's name. All kings and clan lords would voluntarily abdicate, offering all their honor and rights to their "King of Kings, Al."
Al passed through the mist, and what appeared before him made his whole body tremble.
A holy and majestic dragon, scales and claws sharp yet ferocious.
She lowered her head, gazing down at Al from above. Suddenly lightning flashed and thunder roared, fierce winds howled. The dragon circled in the air before diving straight down, landing in front of Al.
A beautiful Eastern woman with an imposing aura, dragon horns on her head and a long robe draped over her body. The sight of a dragon transforming into human form added an ethereal, immortal grace to her.
She stood before Al, roughly the same size as the centaur woman. Al barely reached her abdomen.
"I am Nan Gao Zong Ji, Mistress of the Raging Storm and Gale, Imperial Inspector of the Northern Provinces, Daughter of the Dragon Emperor, Storm Dragon Mirrored Shadow."
She introduced herself to Al:
"By the decree of the Dragon Emperor and the Moon Empress above, and at the request of the common people below, I take Nan Gao as our bridal chamber. You and I shall become one family."
The Storm Dragon took a step forward, gently took Al's hand, and clasped it softly in her palm. The action made the boy's eyes flicker with unexpected shyness.
"I shall be your wife for all lifetimes and never betray you. You shall be my husband for all lifetimes and never betray me."
She bent down and leaned in to kiss the boy on the face.
Al's heart stirred for a moment and he did not dodge. Only at the very last second did he steel himself, push Mirrored Shadow away, and continue walking forward.
It seemed that neither soft nor hard tactics worked, greatly displeasing the master at the end of the road. The scenes that followed made it impossible for Al to remain calm.