Al carefully lifted the centaur girl's arm and gently slipped out of her embrace.
He avoided the goat girl's body, casually picked up a robe from the ground and draped it over himself, then sat on the blanket in a daze.
Thinking back on the debauchery that had just occurred, Al's body trembled slightly. The goat mother had been like a ball of tender, watery fire—embracing and accepting all his desires and longings. She had been both inexperienced and proactive in bringing him pleasure, gradually melting the boy's heart defenses in the process.
She had shown herself to Al without reservation and received equally unrestrained repayment from him through multiple rounds of ecstasy.
The shy yet deliberately resolute goat mother had let Al experience for the first time what true pleasure between man and woman felt like. Later, even the centaur girl couldn't hold back and joined in, holding Al in her arms and playing with him in various ways. With the goat mother's help, she let the boy achieve his first release through the mare.
In the end he had fallen asleep exhausted, lying in the mare's arms with the other half of his body nestled in the goat mother's embrace.
Entering rational time:
The biggest key issue facing the tribe's development was still population. Unlike in games where you could pull a full regiment from one city.
Taming the river trolls was the first step toward building a monster legion. Speaking of which, these things seemed capable of infinite regeneration, and their stomach acid was quite a valuable material, right?
If possible, perhaps they could turn that into a specialty and trade with civilized societies.
The food problem was also important. Relying solely on hunting and gathering would be detrimental to population growth… He wondered if troll meat was edible.
And those sixty-plus minotaurs—having them farm was too wasteful. Just organize all the males into units and find a way to equip the entire group with heavy armor to serve as a decisive monster legion.
There were quite a few wild beasts and monsters in the Pina Forest. These were all potential resources. If he could tame them all and add them to his army, what Jurassic Park for lizardmen? He would be the Jurassic Park.
In the end it all came back to the population problem. With too few people, even survival was a big issue, let alone development.
Al thought about the key information the New Four Gods had given him before they ran off: sacrifice, what you need.
Where was he supposed to get offerings… Slaughtering the river trolls had only been a momentary impulsive thought. At that time, after witnessing the terror of the Dark Four Gods, Al had even considered whether to drag the beastmen he saw along the road over as sacrifices to exchange for the Four Gods' blessings. He had been only a few steps away from total devotion.
Fortunately Alina's absolute martial power had restrained him, preventing Al from truly going mad. She had dragged him back and relieved the blockage in his heart in another way.
So he could not lose.
He absolutely could not lose.
If he lost, everything would be finished. He himself would suffer in the Four Gods' realm, and the people in the mortal world who had various ties with him would not have good endings either.
Being possessed by a Nurgle greater daemon like the von Carstein couple would still be acceptable—the Fat Grandfather and his fat brothers were happy all day and had neither time nor interest in lewd activities. The truly terrifying thing was falling into Slaanesh's hands.
Fall into depravity and die!
As the Eternal Champion, he must relentlessly hunt down and exterminate Slaanesh devotees in the future. Any chaos-tainted beasts among the Chaos beastmen that did not convert into rage-tainted beasts would all be sent to the front lines of charges to die.
Lewdness is allowed!
Slaanesh is not!
The more ties and entanglements he had, the greater his responsibility became. The End Times was not only his and the New Four Gods' matter… He silently cursed the four who kept claiming to be his mothers and promising all kinds of things, only to run away at the critical moment and leave him facing the Dark Gods alone.
It was a matter concerning every intelligent life in the entire mortal world—either fall into darkness and become Chaos dogs, or be destroyed and slaughtered, then fall into darkness and become Chaos dogs. It could be foreseen that as Al continued forward, more and more people and matters would become tied to him, and his love for this world would grow deeper.
He had to win.
Yes! A new day begins with striving hard!
"Mm…?"
A confused, soft moan sounded behind Al.
Al's body shook. He quickly stood up and left the blanket. His legs were still trembling slightly.
So many times—why did the goat girl's body look stronger than his? He still had the blessing of boundless energy…
But after all the goat mother was already an adult, while Al, despite accelerated growth, had only been born a few days ago.
"I… I'm fine now."
Al spoke softly with his back to the two females he had deep ties with.
"I'm going out to take a look."
He lifted his foot to leave, hesitated halfway, then turned back and draped a blanket over the goat girl. Throughout the whole process he kept his head lowered, trying not to meet the goat girl's half-smiling, half-doting gaze.
Suddenly he raised his head, kissed her cheek, and turned to leave before the goat girl's fair arms could wrap around his neck again.
The boy very much wanted to, and his body still craved it, but reason told him:
If Al spent all day indulging in lewdness, perhaps before the End Times even arrived and Slaanesh Mommy came to deliver warmth, the four new mommies would first slap him around and then send him back to the furnace for remaking.
Alina was still asleep. Strictly speaking the centaur girl never truly fell into deep sleep. She simply didn't want to get up and was aware of everything happening around her. Right now the mare was clearly dissatisfied.
She shifted her body deliberately, making noise. Before she could get up and drag him back, Al, like the goat girl in the story, also draped a fur blanket over the mare. He leaned down and kissed that stunningly beautiful cheek, then finally turned and left.
Walking out of the Beastlord's tent, the camp was bustling with noise. Many beastmen were carrying large and small hunted prey back. In the middle of the camp lay a massive creature that still looked ferocious even in death.
A wyvern!
These beasts' clans in Estalia were mainly distributed in the Irrana Mountains, but they often entered the Pina Forest to hunt. They had now gone deep into the Pina Forest, so encountering this monster was normal.
Al clicked his tongue in wonder, then looked further down and discovered that beside the wyvern's corpse lay two griffons—one large, one small—three trolls that had been dismembered and emitted a foul stench, and several boar-like tusk beasts.
Without exception, their cause of death appeared to be blunt-force trauma delivered with enormous strength.
"What time is it now?"
Al casually asked a female horned beast who was skinning an unknown wild animal in her hands.
She was focused on her work and only noticed Al after a moment. She quickly stood up, paid respects to the Beastlord, then carefully replied: "It's almost dusk. The Chaos Moon will soon rise into the sky."
Alina must have gone out around this time too.
She really…
Al rubbed his face and set aside his emotions and softness for later.
Using as calm and serious a voice as possible, he ordered the two beastman captains following him: "Gather everyone who is not outside. Tell them… for the blessings of the Shepherd and the Bloodmother."