Chapter 433: Progress and Future Plans
After a quick little breeding with Zarka, leaving her womb warm and full, I teleported to my holy breeding temple.
I had to check on three things inside.
The male minotaur, the crimson sentinel experiment, and the black dragon egg.
For my male minotaur, he was doing great. Absorbing the temple's mana for more than five months did wonders for him. He's now twice his previous size, muscles bulging, a thick, powerful minotaur ready to slay an army. His cock was monstrous, a weapon of mass impregnation, and I couldn't help but lick my lips at the thought of the beautiful offspring he would create.
"Nice."
With a nod and a mental command, the artificial womb that held him began to give birth. It was fast and easy. The minotaur stepped out, snorting, steam rising from his nostrils. He bowed his massive head to me.
"Mother," his deep, gravelly voice rumbled in the vast chamber.
"Welcome to the world, my strong bull," I purred, my hand tracing the curve of one of his massive horns. "You are my first male offspring, and you have a great purpose."
I swiftly explained that his father—the minotaur god—was going to fight against a great enemy and wanted him to become his heir. He would live in a different world, unable to see me for a long time. Even his name must be given during a minotaur clan ritual; his father made sure to drill this into my head before he left.
He accepted his fate without hesitation. He was my son, after all. A true, selfless warrior.
"I am ready, Mother," he declared, his eyes gleaming with a fierce, proud light. "I will not fail you or my father."
"Good," I smirked, giving his hard, muscular ass a firm pat. "Go and meet your brothers and sisters, enjoy the celebration. We'll talk more later."
And so my mighty bull son left, joining the chaotic orgy that would definitely happen even if I'm not around to start it.
Ding!
"Hmm?" Hearing the familiar notification, I opened the system.
[Congratulations, you gave birth to a minotaur offspring for the first time]
[+18000 Breeding points]
Ding!
[Detected the requirements for the Minotaur form]
[Give birth to 7000 Minotaur]
"Ohh~!... this is a surprise," I purred, my eyes glinting with a new kind of hunger.
To have the requirements for the minotaur form pop out despite the fact that I haven't birthed any minotaur in the traditional form was a pleasant surprise.
"So that means I could use the temple's artificial wombs to unlock forms," I said to myself, my mind racing with possibilities.
One in particular was… spicy and efficient.
Buy rare and exotic races from the Nexus shop and use the temple's artificial wombs to boost their numbers and unlock forms for me.
"Ugh!... but that would delete the purpose of my existence."
I want to breed them myself, to feel the joy and the pain of giving birth to them. To feel the life growing inside my womb, not just popping them out of a factory.
"My womb is a factory too?!"
I took a deep breath and centered myself. I was a goddess, and I am here for breeding.
"Now, where was I? Ah, the crimson sentinel."
I decided to leave this matter for later, after the celebration and the awakening of my world tree daughter.
With that said, I turned my attention to the crimson sentinel experiment.
The result was… better than I expected.
Aside from the two who survived when I first began the experiment, thirty more joined the ranks during those five months. The process of creating them can be automated, but the chances of success are extremely low. Out of 5000, only those thirty managed to survive the process.
Not a bad number, not a bad number at all.
My crimson sentinels were eight feet tall, hulking men with only one single desire:
To serve and slay.
The perfect soldiers.
They were my creation, my children, and my most loyal servants.
Their bodies were perfect; not a single flaw could be found in their musculature. They were like living statues carved from the finest marble.
Since I used my Blood, Night, and War aspects in their formula, they came with inherited combat experience and some… interesting abilities.
"Now I need to send them to the Nightmare Tower to train."
SNAP!
With a snap, the 32 artificial wombs that held the sentinels began to open.
I watched with a mix of pride and anticipation as my knights emerged. They stepped out in unison, a perfect formation like they were ready for war.
They were naked, their skin pale and scarred from the birthing process, their muscles coiled and ready for action. Each one had a different set of runes etched upon their skin—glowing crimson, dark void black, or deep blood-red. Their eyes were sharp, and they all knelt before me, their heads bowed in perfect submission.
"WE ARE YOUR SWORD, MOTHER."
Their voices were a deep, resonant chorus that vibrated through the floor.
A wide, predatory grin spread across my face as I looked at my perfect soldiers. They were everything I had hoped for. Strong, obedient, deadly, and most importantly—
Incorruptible.
"Arise, my knights," I declared, my voice echoing through the chamber. I was about to address them as the Crimson Sentinels, but I held back.
That title belonged to my knights of old… it felt… strange. Tainted by something I cannot remember.
It's been on my mind for quite some time, ever since Liliana explained how the Church of Light army works.
Chapters and Legions.
Each chapter had its own leader and its own unique purpose.
I can do something similar. Each unit of my army will be its own chapter.
The reason for that was the humans of this world.
Zealot, xenophobic assholes who love nothing more than to genocide any non-human race in the name of their holy white pigeon.
When I conquer this world and force the humans to bend the knee to me, I want to do it with a human army, not some demi-humans, monsters, or beasts.
I want to break them. Break their pride and their beliefs with their own people.
"Yes... Humans fighting humans. A poetic tragedy."
I looked down at the thirty-two kneeling giants. They looked human, strictly speaking. No horns, no tails, no scales. Just pure, unadulterated physical perfection fueled by my divine blood. To the blind zealots of the Church of Light, these men would look like the pinnacle of their own paladins—until they started slaughtering them.
"You shall be the genesis of my new order," I announced, my voice dripping with authority. "From this day forth, you are the first chapter of my Human Legion. You are the Harbingers of Silence."
"WE SERVE, MOTHER."
"Good. Now, go to the armory. I have prepared equipment suitable for your physiology. Black steel and crimson cloaks. Make sure you cover those distinctive runes until the time is right. Then, head to the Nightmare Tower. Do not hold back."
"AS YOU COMMAND."
With a synchronized stomp that shook the temple floor, the thirty-two Harbingers rose and turned, marching away with a chillingly silent efficiency. They weren't simple soldiers; they were living weapons, and… I missed my chance for a great gangbang.
"Damn! Their cocks are... perfect too!" I couldn't help but pout, crossing my arms. "Ah, well. Plenty of breeding opportunities still to come."
I would have to rectify that later. Right now, there was one last… one last check.
The black dragon egg.
The moment I entered my quarters, the air shifted. Heavy. Hot. Electric. Like the breath of a sleeping predator vibrating against the walls. Even the temple's mana inside the chamber seemed to coil around the obsidian sphere, wary, reverent.
As for the dragon egg…
It was MASSIVE! Easily the size of a carriage, sitting in a pool of dark, swirling liquid mana. The shell was not smooth like a chicken's egg; it was covered in jagged, obsidian scales that seemed to absorb the light around it. Faint, crimson veins pulsed beneath the surface, beating in rhythm with a slow, powerful heart.
This was special.
Every child was special, yes. But this one… this one felt different. Older. Ancient. And the fact that the body inside was first made for me to occupy spiked my hype for a strong dragon daughter.
Take a moment to savor this.
A body created from the essence of a dragon god, a primordial succubus queen, and my essence when I had the Night Mother bloodline.
On top of that, I gave her blood magic, the energy of thousands of births using the womb crest, divine energy, and a bunch of magical skills.
"Shit!" I cursed, realizing what I did. "I went way overboard. This is no longer a daughter, this is a walking apocalypse."
Yep, she would definitely be stronger than me, at least when she's fully grown.
A terrifying, thrilling thought. My daughter is more powerful than her own mother. It was a beautiful, chaotic paradox.
"Hehehe... A big bad dragon cock, just for me!"
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