Of course, it must be emphasized once more.
All of the above were entirely Al's own speculations and deductions.
They might not necessarily align with the Bloodmother's thoughts. However, judging from the Bloodmother's act of inspiring (corrupting) the Grand Sister and sending the latter to his side to seek the truth, Al felt that perhaps the Bloodmother harbored such intentions:
My son, Mom needs you.
Although Al's behavior toward his adoptive mother and his little schemes regarding his biological mother—even judged by the moral standards of both worlds—made him a hundred percent mother-fucking degenerate son.
But he truly was a filial son, indeed! (Shouted loudly)
Thinking carefully about it:
The Bloodmother.
A red-skinned, athletic, super-cool older sister type. Cold as iron to those she dislikes, but passionate as fire (physically) to those she likes;
Belligerent, competitive, demanding you go chop, chop, chop for her. If you don't chop people, she'll chop you; but if you really go chop people for her, she'll bestow blessings upon you, unable to bear seeing you getting chopped up by others. Even if you die, she'll resurrect you or ascend you into a Daemon Prince;
A massive tsundere big sister.
A beautiful mom who often sulks alone in her boudoir (referring to the Realm of Chaos)!
Since coming to this world, the most help Al had received came from the Bloodmother. "If you take someone's gifts, your hands are tied; if you eat someone's food, your mouth is soft"—not to mention she's your mother.
Therefore, after gaining the upper hand in their bickering and sarcastic remarks, Al quit while he was ahead, primarily because he was filial.
Secondarily, because he was afraid his Goddess Mother would reach across the Realm of Chaos and deliver a slap to her rebellious son's face.
He then expressed his stance:
"However, if this can strengthen your authority and glory, I would be more than happy to do so."
Al bit his lip, gazed into the distance, and promised with a sincere look: "I will strongly support Helen and the others in developing among the Estalians. These believers will serve as the sparks infiltrating the Empire and Bretonnia, securing more power for us."
"Rather than letting farmers and workers be chained for their entire lives to barren land and factories whose exhaustion can break anyone's will—perhaps not even living to see the next End Times before becoming burnt-out consumables—why not let them throw themselves into a greater cause and faith?"
"But just as I analyzed before, though it might differ somewhat from reality: Due to Estalia's lag in industrial and technological development, combined with the dividends from colonizing the New World, the oppression and contradictions here are not as massive as in the Empire. The primary contradictions, both currently and in the long term, are the enemy-and-us contradiction with the Greenskins, the racial contradiction between Beastmen and Humans, along with the contradiction regarding the faith in the Goddess of War."
The meaning was that Al would do his utmost to help the Bloodmother expand her domain.
But this powerful force—a crimson tidal wave capable of potentially leaping to the pinnacle of the mortal realm, or perhaps shattering them and even the gods to pieces—was suited for, and best directed toward, developing in the North.
Moreover, the Southern Realms were slated to be the long-term foundational base in Al's future plans, unless he could later march into Altdorf and take a seat on the Imperial throne.
Not to mention the saying "There are not two suns in the sky"; above the subjects' heads, there should only be one sun: the Everchosen!
At the very least, he had to achieve Chaos Undivided, allowing all four God factions to develop together.
[Hmph, what a 'filial' good boy.]
The Reveler's voice rang out, slightly sarcastic, before shifting the topic.
[And what about me? What about me, my sweet child? How will you help Mommy spread her faith?]
She spoke coquettishly. Any words coming from the Reveler's mouth turned into the most enchanting sweet nothings in the world, capable of softening a warrior's heart, making them unable to raise their blades against Her.
"Why does an old crone of ten thousand years feign the coyness of a maiden!"
Al wanted to shout this right then and there, but his experiences in the Palace of Slaanesh (Her Realm) were still fresh in his mind. Each of the four Goddesses had the ability to string the current Al up and beat him, so he kept his mouth shut.
As for the Reveler—the counterpart to Slaanesh, an embodiment of emotional power, a Chaos Power who, like the Four Gods, drew Her strength from the emotions of mortal beings—Al absolutely refused to believe that She didn't have a billion little grand plans to expand Her influence and strengthen Her faction in the future.
Even the ultimate hedonist, the true Slaanesh, who wallowed in all kinds of debauchery and depravity all day, couldn't possibly be that useless, right?
Doing absolutely nothing productive for hundreds or thousands of years? Unlikely.
Take the Loving Mother, who had seemingly only appeared beside Al two? two times, and the All-Knowing Mom, who occasionally sent Al a message. The four of them teaming up to challenge the old Four Gods, Goddesses striking out on their own, absolutely had layouts and plans all over the mortal realm.
So the boy purely treated it as the Reveler acting spoiled; to the latter, perhaps this was a form of amusement.
However, adhering to the principle of treating everyone equally—"All four Goddesses are my wings (scratch that) moms"—Al still had some exchanges with the Reveler and offered a few insignificant suggestions.
"Let the believers know: Under the teachings of the Lord of Revels, only by satisfying desires in a more rational and appropriate manner can it endure harmoniously and controllably in the long term. You can also add promises of the afterlife, for instance, a believer who fully enjoyed revelry but maintained their true nature without falling into the darkness of indulgence will go to the Elysian Fields after death, where they will taste eternal peace and happiness, blah blah blah..."
Al also warned: "I agree with appreciating art and culture, but please don't create things that are too exaggerated, Mother. You know what I'm referring to!"
Before the collapse of the Old World, all deformed, rotting, foul-smelling things had also reached a peak alongside the glory of Chaos, until the sparks reignited, burning the old order and all darkness to ash, establishing a brand new human civilization.
Some things he had only caught a passing glimpse of, but even now, recalling them made him feel nauseous.
"Don't turn it into something like the Cult of Pleasure or Slaaneshi cults."
A small warning. Al liked smut, and he acknowledged that everyone liked smut, but if a bunch of Slaaneshi or potential Slaaneshi elements were born because of it, then he would have no choice but to opt for: "Purging Slaaneshi elements 1/365."
Ever since the Loving Mother backed Al up and slightly criticized the Bloodmother, she hadn't spoken, but Al felt she was still there.
Toward this Goddess, who was even more mysterious than the All-Knowing Mom among the Four Mother Goddesses, Al had always held deep respect and love.
So he took the initiative to ask the Loving Mother for advice, but the latter still didn't speak. Al felt a pair of soft, delicate, and plump hands gently stroke his cheek from the void. A Goddess had departed.
He smelled the fresh fragrance of grass.
Looking down at the ground, a cluster of fresh flowers was growing at breakneck speed, then blooming vibrantly.
Al issued an order, and the Beastman ranks parted to create a space, avoiding the fragrance born of this miracle.
The All-Knowing Mom didn't speak, she just tossed a pile of information at him, letting Al slowly digest it himself.
The Reveler hummed and whined, demanding kisses and hugs from the boy. Al was quite reluctant—mainly because if he did this, the Reveler might later escalate it into demanding he do this and that to Her.
In any case, he agreed. Al gave Her a few mwah mwahs in his heart, and the Reveler left satisfied.
He had some reservations he hadn't spoken aloud.
Everything the Everchosen currently had relied on the existence of the Four Gods. If something happened to the Four Gods, then everything was a castle in the air. His seemingly powerful legion right now was nothing more than a pack of beasts that could easily lose control.
Among the Four Gods, the one he was most uneasy about, and considered the most unreliable...
Was precisely that one.
It seemed expanding the faith in the Four Gods into more domains was indeed something that needed to be developed as a major primary direction.
After the Four Mother Goddesses split from the old Four Gods, they gained independent godhoods and were no longer easily manipulated by extreme forces; they could be considered gods with rational personalities.
Just like the Imperials, while devoutly believing in Sigmar, the emotions they bred were also adding power to the Four Gods.
If mortals worshipped the four Goddesses with fervent and positive faith, just as they worshipped the God-Emperor, then could they too become Goddesses manifesting in the mortal realm more as deities of Order?
While Al was pondering this in his heart, a scout suddenly came to report:
There's a battle between Greenskins and Humans up ahead!