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The King of No Light naturally understood the implication. Her light flickered, as if in sighing, "Forty years have passed, and I still haven't been able to completely corrupt the divine realm. Retrieving the divine artifacts was to increase our security. Theoretically, in this era, apart from those favored by the gods and our own kind, no one can threaten our lives. Moreover..." Her tone suddenly became serious, "those ancient gods, inherently evil and who take pleasure in toying with us, have already shown signs of resurgence. We cannot afford to wait another forty years!"
Zhuang Sen remained silent for a moment, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the armrest to create a contemplative atmosphere, before asking in a low voice, "And now? I've obtained the artifact, but my whereabouts have certainly been exposed. Will the Chosen Ones or other brethren come knocking on my door soon?"
"Keep a low profile and try not to leave your lair. With your strength and influence, you'll be fine." King Wuguang's tone regained its composure, as if he were imparting experience. "Moreover, as long as you're not controlled by their bloodline-sealing abilities, the strength of those chosen ones is negligible. As for your other compatriots, let's not even talk about whether they know you possess a divine artifact. Even if they do, they wouldn't dare risk being targeted by the chosen ones and forcibly taking it. As long as you remain vigilant and don't let someone sneak up behind you before you react, there won't be any problems... Of course, you can also come to the Holy Kingdom and try the breeding method I mentioned last time with me. The defenses here are much safer."
"Let me think about it." Zhuang Sen pretended to hesitate for a few seconds before cutting off the contact.
The scene in the assembly hall receded like the tide, and the tables, chairs, and walls of the room reappeared. Zhuang Sen immediately turned to look at Zero, who was standing beside him in a maid's pose. Her silver hair fell down to the collar of her maid outfit, and her clear red eyes were quietly waiting for orders.
"Purify the angelic race's inheritance space; it seems there are insects inside."
Ling tilted his head, somewhat puzzled, but still immediately carried out Zhuang Sen's order.
The core power of the [Relic? Eternal Inheritance] suddenly erupted, like an invisible hand pressing down on the hub of the inheritance space. The highest level of control issued an order, and those subtle traces of erosion hidden beneath the magnificent sacred domain, which even Zhuang Sen had not noticed before—that covert infiltration that had lasted for forty years—were instantly swept away like mold exposed to light, leaving not a trace behind!
Deep within the distant Holy Kingdom, the Lightless Queen sat upon her throne at the center of the Holy Domain. The throne, which should have shone with endless holy light, was dimmed under her suppression. She still hadn't fully revealed her secrets to Zhuang Sen; in reality, she already controlled more than half of the Divine Kingdom. Now, she was the true master of the Divine Kingdom! Only the remaining descendants of the Goddess of Holy Light within the Divine Kingdom were still resisting. Even this resistance existed only because she wanted to use them to research a method to free demons from the artifacts' reproductive methods; she hadn't used her full power.
At this moment, she wasn't troubled by the problems of the divine kingdom, but rather by the news of the Dragonbone Duke's death and the subtle challenge emanating from Zhuang Sen. Her research had reached a bottleneck; otherwise, she wouldn't have considered studying Zhuang Sen before. But now, with Zhuang Sen in this state, it seemed impossible for him to cooperate with her. Should she continue with her previous plan regarding the divine offspring…? Lost in thought, the Lightless Queen's expression suddenly changed drastically. Her previous worries vanished instantly, leaving only boundless shock and rage. She abruptly rose from her throne, holy light flashing wildly around her, emitting a piercing buzz: "Who! Who has disturbed my divine kingdom!!!"
Her roar echoed at the empty entrance to the divine realm, but received no response. Only the throne, now shining brightly again, and the renewed presence of its true master, announced the change.
Chapter 319: The Resurrected Behemoth Race (4388 words)
In the pure white room, sunlight streamed through stained-glass windows, casting dappled patterns of light on the floor. The room was exceptionally well-lit, the white walls reflecting a soft glow, yet this was tinged with a somber hue by the enormous blood-red gem at its center. The gem was translucent, its interior seemingly flowing with blood, exuding an ancient and weighty aura. However, compared to the group of monster girls with diverse personalities and appearances in the room, this treasure seemed rather ordinary—some sitting, some standing, some leaning against the wall chatting quietly, others gathered around a table organizing documents, each possessing a unique charm that subtly overshadowed the gem's brilliance.
Surrounded by his teleported wives, Zhuang Sen felt their warm body heat emanating from all directions. He reached out and gently pressed his palm against the blood-red gem. The cool touch spread from his fingertips, and the "blood" inside the gem seemed to sense something, its flow suddenly accelerating.
【Blood Gem - Behemoth】
[A gem formed from the condensed bloodline of the Behemoth race, containing the bloodline of all Behemoths, it is the most precious treasure of the Behemoth clan.]
[Effect: Single use can greatly enhance the target's Behemoth bloodline, with a chance to directly evolve them; carrying it close to the body can accelerate the enhancement of the Behemoth bloodline and optimize physical attributes; can be used as a nest anchor point]
[—King of the Earth]
This gem is the secret national treasure passed down through generations of the Winter Kingdom, the core raw material for the people of White City to create the [Heart of the Snow Bear], and an ancient relic containing the bloodline, soul, memory, and heritage of all Behemoths.
"Are you ready, Besh?" Zhuang Sen turned his head to look at Besh standing beside him.
Behemoth's expression was complex, her pale fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of her dress. What she was about to do was, in a way, beyond her capabilities—to stop thousands of Behemoths of different attributes from violating her mate was difficult even for the Behemoth Queen. After all, her mate was just so alluring, so desirable. But, on the honor of the Behemoth Queen, anyone who dared disobey the Queen's orders and lay a hand on her mate without permission would have to prepare to receive a devastating blow!
Seeing Besh rubbing her hands together, looking ready to unleash a massacre at any moment, Zhuang Sen couldn't resist slapping her firm, soft buttocks, making a crisp "smack" sound. "I'm asking if you're ready to regain your memories," he said with a helpless smile, feeling the soft elasticity of his palm with his fingertips. "Do you think they can really pin me to the ground if I don't agree?"
Bessie let out a soft moan of pleasure, then playfully thrust her hips forward, gently rubbing them against Zhuang Sen's palm. A hint of resentment lingered in her voice as she said, "The thing is, darling, when have you ever really resisted? You always seem to enjoy it, don't you?"
Zhuang Sen looked up at the sky speechlessly, then kneaded the plump, peach-like buttocks with his large hand twice: "Ahem, let's get down to business, let's talk about memories, let's talk about memories."
"Hmph~" Bessie playfully wrapped her arm around Zhuang Sen's right hand, pressing his palm against her full breasts. The heavy, soft flesh enveloped her arm, bringing a warm touch. "I've told you so many times, they are me, and I am them, only the fragments of ancient memories are different. There's no danger..." She leaned close to Zhuang Sen's ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, her voice lowered, carrying a sly smile, "Or, darling, do you simply want to enjoy dozens of identical versions of me serving you?"
Behemoth's true bloodline was originally that of the Queen of Behemoth, but when she was transformed into the Heart of the Snow Bear by Zhuang Sen in Deherim, she was also affected by the Tall-Dwarf bloodline, thus becoming a Behemoth Dwarf. Now that the Relic? Pure Purification has been retrieved, Zhuang Sen naturally wants to help her restore her former appearance—the role of a lowly dwarf is enough for the adorable Nia and her friends. Moreover, he is also very curious about what kind of power the ancient monster girl sleeping in the Source Blood Gem will display after her awakening.
The only thing that worried him slightly was whether Bessie could withstand the impact of the ancient memories and whether it would cause any unpredictable changes. Although clues could be seen from various details—for example, the system did not anchor itself to the other Snow Bear Queens this time, and the Snow Bear Queens looked at him with no malice—clearly they had no hostility towards him and were even already prepared for "revival." But Zhuang Sen still couldn't help but be a little worried, after all, she was his wife.
However, this hesitation was only fleeting, and he quickly waved to someone not far away. Over there, Rurika and Zero were performing "how to elegantly pull each other's hair"—Zero's silver hair was pulled into a mess, and a few strands of Rurika's sea-blue hair were also loose. The two were muttering and teasing each other, making the scene lively and funny.
"Liulige, come and help," Zhuang Sen called out.
Liulige immediately abandoned Ling and swam to Zhuang Sen's side like a nimble little fish. Her blue tail swayed gently on the ground, creating shimmering water droplets. She raised her hand and placed it on the [Source Blood Gem? Behemoth Seed]. Azure water light instantly covered the blood-red gem's surface, the two lights intertwining and emitting a soft ripple. A brand-new system panel popped up in the void in front of Zhuang Sen:
[Bloodline information being read... Reading complete]
The progress bar instantly filled up, and then another panel filled with names slowly unfolded, with dense text scrolling endlessly:
Please select a wake-up target.
[Behemoth: Queen Behemoth]
[Bea: A Behemoth Noble]
Benoit: The Warrior of Behemoth
[Belly: Priestess of Behemoth]
【cowry……】
Zhuang Sen scrolled down the panel to the bottom, carefully counting and confirming that there were a total of 1,321 ancient Behemoths waiting to be awakened. However, he didn't plan to awaken them all for the time being—not that he didn't want to, but mainly…
[Queen Behemoth has been selected. Bloodline requirements are being analyzed... Please invest the corresponding bloodline essence.]
Recovery is never a free lunch; it requires the consumption of bloodline essence as energy. Although Zhuang Sen has stockpiled a considerable amount of bloodline essence, he cannot use it all at once. Who knows if he can replenish it quickly later? If the people of Baicheng dare to resist, he can naturally seize even more; but if they all wisely choose to surrender, Zhuang Sen is unlikely to massacre prisoners and civilians. In that case, bloodline essence will become a scarce resource.
Of course, reviving only one Queen Behemoth is still within a manageable cost.
Zhuang Sen picked out a few rare Earth-type bloodline essences from his storage space and casually tossed them into the gem. To his surprise, after only two, the progress bar on the panel instantly filled up, emitting a dazzling light.
"Is that enough?" Zhuang Sen was somewhat surprised.
Liulige, standing beside her, calmed down and explained, "Beshi already has a complete body, and her memories were partially activated by the White City people through the [Heart of the Snow Bear]. Now, it's just a matter of activating her bloodline potential and repairing her origin. That's definitely enough."
Before she could finish speaking, a blinding red light suddenly illuminated the room. The patterns on the surface of the blood-red gemstone lit up, as if coming to life, and countless threads of light flew out, converging in the air to form dozens of figures identical to Bessie. Some of these figures flirted with Zhuang Sen in a cheerful and open manner, some lowered their heads shyly, twisting the hem of their clothes with their fingers, and others curiously surveyed their surroundings. But without exception, their eyes were filled with sincere and passionate emotions when they looked at Zhuang Sen, just like their identical appearance and temperament.
Bessie narrowed her eyes, even feeling jealous of herself. She cleared her throat and said in a pretentious tone, "All of you, come here."
The illusory figures obediently responded and merged into Beshi's body like birds returning to their nests. As the figures merged, Beshi's aura began to change drastically. The power that had been at the third awakening level surged like a volcanic eruption, and a heavy earthy aura filled the air, causing the floor beneath her feet to tremble slightly.
A system notification pops up at the opportune moment: [Bloodline sublimation detected. The [Behemoth Dwarf] is evolving into the [Behemoth Queen]... Evolution complete!]
With the system's confirmation, Bessie's figure underwent another astonishing change. Her already tall figure grew exponentially, like a bamboo shoot sprouting, from 1.7 meters to a staggering 2 meters. Her once-fitting clothes were stretched taut, revealing her stunning curves. Her firm breasts and voluptuous hips also increased proportionally, surpassing many of her sisters and becoming the second largest in "size" among Zhuang Sen's wives.
Unlike Dantalian's alluring proportions, Behemoth's figure was more lively and athletic. The strong physique characteristic of the Behemoth race was perfectly embodied in her: her legs had smooth, supple muscle lines that conveyed explosive power without appearing bulky; her arms were slender yet strong, easily lifting objects far exceeding her own weight; her flat stomach revealed clearly defined abs that rose and fell gently with her breath, radiating healthy vitality. Her amber eyes shone brightly, and her once short hair had grown long, flowing smoothly down her back, the ends tinged with a faint earthy yellow sheen.
“Darling~” Behemoth stepped forward, opening her arms to embrace Zhuang Sen tightly, pressing his head right into her swollen breasts. Unlike the aloofness of the snow bear, Behemoth's warmth and weight enveloped Zhuang Sen's face like the embrace of the earth, carrying a reassuring aura. Her hot breath sprayed on the top of Zhuang Sen's hair, kissing her way to his ear, her voice low and seductive: “Darling, close your eyes, I have a surprise for you~”
Zhuang Sen obediently closed his eyes, secretly chuckling to himself—actually, it didn't matter whether he closed them or not, because his eyes were now filled with soft "scenery." But since it was for fun, he had to play along.
About a second later, Bessie gently nibbled his earlobe, her warm breath carrying a hint of amusement: "Okay, you can open your eyes now~"
Zhuang Sen was stunned for a moment, because he heard more than one voice; the gentle words came from all directions. At the same time, several familiar, warm bodies pressed down on him from all sides, trapping his 1.85-meter height firmly in the middle, making him unable to move.
He struggled to pull his head out of the "snow peak" and looked around—three pretty faces exactly like Beshi's were close at hand, smiling at him; no, not just three, but three were closest to him, and behind them, dozens of Beshi were waving at him, all with the same smile on their faces.
"A clone?" Zhuang Sen looked at Besh directly in front of him and asked curiously.
Behemoth raised her index finger and shook it, a sly smile on her face. Having regained her complete memories, she was much more lively than before: "It's more like an incarnation, another me with a complete physical body, carrying a portion of my memories... That's about it. As for how I did it, the power of Behemoth and the power of the relics, well, I should also thank the people of White City for their technical support, after all, they've been researching the [Heart of the Snow Bear] for so long. Anyway, that's it, darling, are you ready?"
"Idiot mermaid, all you do is create rivals for yourself!" The perfect and elegant maid Zero slapped her face, her silver hair obscuring her flushed cheeks, but her tone was clearly sarcastic. "And isn't the next operational meeting about to start? Zhuang Sen hasn't even finished listening to the battle damage report yet!"
Lydia calmly began removing her armor, the metal clasps clanging crisply. As she unfastened the clasps on her shoulder armor, she said matter-of-factly, "The rest are just small fry. We can leave them to the lower ranks. Besides, Zhuang Sen's only job is to have fun with us. What's the point of having us wives if we do everything else?"
"Let's get to work!" Anjie said, holding the notebook recording battle damage with an innocent smile. She had originally planned to report the casualties and resource consumption in Baicheng to Zhuang Sen, but now it seemed that getting down to business was more important. As she spoke, she put down the notebook and reached out to undo Zhuang Sen's belt.
"That's right!" Several Bessie avatars echoed in unison, their hands busy as well. Some helped Zhuang Sen take off his coat, some gently stroked his chest, and others whispered sweet nothings in his ear, their warm breath making him feel itchy all over.
Surrounded by people, Zhuang Sen felt the softness and warmth coming from all directions, and couldn't help but laugh and cry: "Hey, at least let me catch my breath first..."
"No~" Bessie, who was at the front, leaned in and kissed his lips, her nimble tongue exploring his mouth, carrying a familiar sweet scent. The other avatars were not to be outdone, leaving delicate kisses on his cheeks, neck, and earlobes, their soft fingers roaming over his body, igniting clusters of flames.
Zero, witnessing the chaotic yet sensual scene before him, blushed on his silvery-white cheeks. He licked his lips, pushed Liulige away, and helped Zhuang Sen remove his boots. Lydia, having already removed her armor, walked behind Zhuang Sen in her undergarments and gently massaged his shoulders to relieve his fatigue from days of battle. Ange sat beside him with a smile, toying with Zhuang Sen's belt in her hand, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Sunlight streamed through the stained glass, casting dappled patterns of light into the room filled with laughter, bathing the embracing figures in a warm glow. The Bloodstone hovered quietly in mid-air, emitting a soft red light, as if offering a blessing for this belated awakening. As for the unfinished battle meetings and the unheard damage reports, they had long been forgotten—after all, what could be more important than enjoying this moment of pleasure with a loved one?
Bessie's kisses grew more passionate, and the avatars' actions became increasingly daring. Zhuang Sen could clearly feel the vitality and love emanating from them. These different fragments of Bessie's memories had all transformed into the same passion, enveloping him tightly. Zhuang Sen reciprocated with even deeper passion, savoring the pleasure.
Laughter and whispers mingled in the room, accompanied by the rustling of clothing, creating a sweet and languid melody. In this pure white room, witnessed by the Blood Gem, Queen Behemoth finally welcomed her true return, and their joyous time had only just begun.
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Author's Note: Two chapters together total 7897 words~ This chapter was originally going to focus on the Beixi Group's exploitation of Zhuang Sen, but after thinking for a while, I couldn't come up with a good way to write the erotic content, so never mind. Update progress: Monthly tickets 3/50, urging tickets 11/50, rewards 500/5000
Chapter 320: International Intervention (4246 words)
Inside the council chamber of the White City Palace, a crystal chandelier cast a soft glow, illuminating the room warmly and brightly. Zhuang Sen leaned back in a large, ornately carved chair; rather than holding the octopus girl, he was being embraced by her soft body—several nimble tentacles affectionately wrapped around his waist, while another rested on his leg, its supple texture carrying the cool touch of seawater. He sat at the head of the long conference table. The monster girls seated around it, though all sat upright, were mostly dressed rather loosely, their lace and sheer fabrics outlining their graceful curves and revealing large expanses of snow-white skin. Yet, each wore a serious and earnest expression. Dantalian, Lady Lia, and Ange had piles of documents in front of them, appearing focused on their work. This contrast only made Zhuang Sen feel a restless urge to do something to "disrupt the atmosphere."
However, after glancing at the more than one hundred monster girls in the room, he suppressed his desires and, while playing with the suction cups on the octopus girl's pert buttocks, cleared his throat and got down to business: "How is the situation in White City now?"
Grand Marshal Lydia rose first. The runic bikini armor she wore, meticulously forged by Nia, swayed violently against her full breasts and ample hips as she stood, the shimmering runes contrasting beautifully against her snow-white skin. She herself remained impeccably righteous, seemingly oblivious to the allure of her attire, and reported solemnly: "White City and its surrounding villages, towns, and fortresses have all been subdued, and some coastal cities have sent letters of surrender. However, in the territories surrounding the Gomulus defense line, the border areas near the Winter Kingdom, and some scattered territories, there remain many resisters and forces with unclear intentions. I recommend taking strong measures to completely eradicate them!"
Lady Lia sat beside Lydia, gently adjusting her thin, yet substantial white gauze dress. Beneath the dress, her fair skin and delicate lace lingerie were faintly visible, every movement exuding allure. She picked up a document, her tone calm yet resolute: "I've reviewed the situation with the Chamber of Commerce with Ange. Corruption is extremely serious; deception, substandard goods, forced sales, and delayed payments are widespread. My suggestion is—kill them all and replace them with our own people."
Xiao Anjie was buried in a pile of documents, with only her fluffy pink head peeking out. A small beret covered her head, practically the only fabric covering her. She looked up from the documents, gave a thumbs-up with exaggerated admiration, and exclaimed, "The people of Baicheng are truly something! I forced them to their deaths three times, and they still dare to embellish their accounts! They are truly role models for all businessmen, worthy of respect!"
Dantalian sat opposite her, her serpentine tail swaying gently beside the chair, its scales reflecting dappled light. Her Japanese nun's habit was extremely revealing, the neckline plunging to her waist, the skirt so short it barely covered her thighs, yet because of her genuine status as the Pope of the Furies, it exuded an air of holy majesty. She flipped through the documents before her, saying softly, "My dear, almost everyone in White City is a follower of the Goddess of Gold. It will probably take some time to completely change this atmosphere. Fortunately, after several rounds of cleanup, they are now relatively obedient; at least they dare not use religious exchanges as an excuse to secretly smuggle supplies or pass on military intelligence."
Clearly, even though Zhuang Sen had previously intimidated the people of Baicheng with his strength, they still displayed the unique spirit of a "nation of merchants" when faced with the temptation of immediate profits—they were willing to die for greed! It can only be said that as a city alliance that started with trade, their obsession with profit is ingrained in their very bones.
But it's alright, we can just kill them all and then relocate... No, we don't even need to relocate, the number of monster girls will gradually increase, and they'll need suitable habitats anyway. Zhuang Sen looked at the various monster girls on the table and silently complained to himself: We can't really grow monster girls from big grass to small, and then from small grass back to big, can we...? Probably not, right?
Forget it, we'll deal with these trivial matters later.
Zhuang Sen continued to stroke the octopus girl's smooth little bottom, trying to ignore the snake tails, fish tails, and soft, gelatinous bodies that had quietly landed on his feet and legs, and asked the next question: "What about back home? Has Grand Duke Starr made any move yet?"
Celine immediately sprang to her feet. Only a few fine dragon scales barely covered her vital areas, their faint scale patterns etched on her fair skin. She was about to speak with a playful laugh when her sister, Serafina, pressed her back into her chair. The High Princess, like Lydia, wore rune-emblazoned bikini armor, revealing large expanses of fair skin. Her pretty face was flushed from the cool touch of the armor, but her expression remained as indifferent as ever. She calmly reported, "When Father first went to war, he made some unusual moves; after you, brother, went to sea, he even sent troops to the border. But for some reason, he withdrew them later, as if he had sensed something, perhaps intending to abandon the campaign?"
“He won’t give up.” Zhuang Sen shook his head, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the suckers on the octopus girl’s arm. “Because if he endures any longer, he really won’t have a chance. My father-in-law can’t even handle us, let alone me and you guys. I think he might be waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity he believes is foolproof, hiss—” He gasped, not because he thought of any terrible possibility, but because the octopus girl in his arms had finally ripped open his trousers. One of her arms, covered in a cool, sticky liquid, gently but persistently wrapped around the resting Zhuang Sen, forcibly waking him up. The familiar and rich aura of the monster girl filled the air, causing the monster girls, who were already trying hard to maintain their composure, to become restless: snake tails wriggled up his trousers, the moisture emanating from his fish tails seeped through the fabric, and his soft, gelatinous body pressed directly against him, as if trying to touch his soul…
Just as the situation was about to succumb to "usual" circumstances, a hobbit girl, impeccably dressed in armor, entered. Her wing feathers were meticulously groomed. She handed an envelope to Zhuang Sen: "My dear~ A letter from the Winter Kingdom through official channels~"
Zhuang Sen turned his head and kissed the cheek of the hardworking hobbit girl on duty, then took the envelope. The envelope was sealed with snowflake-shaped wax; when he opened it, the white letter slid out, carrying a faint, almost imperceptible, chill, as if it were a deliberate anti-counterfeiting measure. Zhuang Sen remembered that the royal family of the Winter Kingdom possessed the fourth-level [Snow Demon] bloodline, and this chill was probably a remnant of that bloodline's power.
He unfolded the letter, skimming through the polite formalities to get straight to the core message. He then smiled and passed the letter to the monster girls beside the table: "The Winter People want us to return their national treasure, or they will use force to intervene in our war with White City."
"Are they out of their minds?" Anjie was the first to complain. She poked her head out from the pile of documents, her pink hair a mess. "Their highest combat strength is only at level four bloodline, their standing army is at most 100,000, and their main source of income is mercenaries for White City. They dare to talk to us like this? Do they want to be wiped out?"
“No, that’s precisely why they have to do it,” Lysander said, wagging her tail as she wore a backless black dress, the tip of her tail lightly brushing the ground. “If we take over the White City Federation, we will naturally no longer need the Winter Kingdom’s mercenaries, and their main source of income will be severely damaged. Not to mention, the preferential policies and trade agreements they had with the White City Federation will all vanish. So for them, this war is unavoidable.”
Mira, dressed in a modified Lolita-style lingerie dress, the lace on the hem swaying with her movements, frowned as she analyzed, "But no matter what, the difference in strength is too vast, isn't it? Aren't they afraid of being crushed by us and never having to worry about their finances again?"
Missy brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, the high slit of her cheongsam revealing a glimpse of her fair thigh with the movement. She put down the letter in her hand, her tone thoughtful: "So they're also implying that if we're willing to accept them, they can actually submit. Otherwise, why bring up 'returning the national treasures'? It's just a way to discuss the price of surrender... But, something still feels off."
“Unfortunately, I have no intention of handing over Bessie’s treasure to them.” Zhuang Sen set the tone first. Bessie, sitting beside him, smiled slightly. She was currently only wearing a fluffy fur bodice, her athletic and well-proportioned figure exuding wild vitality, yet her temperament carried the cold and ethereal air of a snow bear. Zhuang Sen continued, “Besides, they may not really want to negotiate. Because we don’t need them at all; they don’t even have the right to bargain.”
"But they have no other choice, do they?" Lady Leah flipped through the Chamber of Commerce's ledgers, her tone puzzled. "Economically, militarily, and even geographically, they are completely unable to compete with us."
"Therefore, they will choose to unite with others, such as Grand Duke Star, who is preparing to rebel, and other countries that are uneasy about the rise of the Fallen Star Kingdom." When Zhuang Sen saw the letter from the Winter Kingdom, he thought of the weapons and supplies that often appeared on Blue Star, growing in the territories of certain small countries, and he also thought of the anti-French alliance, the anti-German alliance, and so on. It makes sense, really. If one can't defeat them, can't the rest of us join forces and handle it? As for the disparity in strength, the disparity is already that great. If we don't join forces to resolve this now, won't we be doomed?
He said confidently, "The Kingdom of Winter is just playing a trick. They probably plan to cooperate with Grand Duke Star to launch a rebellion. As long as we can take over the Kingdom of Falling Star, even if we conquer the Kingdom of Winter later, they won't lose out." After all, the Kingdom of Falling Star has rich land and a superior environment, which is much better than the snowfields and frozen soil of the Kingdom of Winter. Even if they switch places, they will still make a profit.
“But even if they succeed in their rebellion, it won’t stop our counterattack, will it?” Lysander voiced her doubts, but immediately realized the key point: “Is their target the relics?”
[Relic? Transformation] Possesses the ability to optimize, evolve, and transform bloodlines, capable of upgrading low-level bloodlines to high-level ones. Grand Duke Star and King Winter are both at the limit of level four bloodlines. If they could break into the Fallen Star Kingdom and obtain this "artifact," they could advance to level five bloodline users. At that point, they wouldn't need to worry about being counterattacked by Zhuang Sen and Baruo—from their perspective, this plan is indeed very reasonable.
Unfortunately, they don't understand that there is a vast chasm between different levels.
"Moreover, it's very likely that it's not just the Winter Kingdom that will join." Zhuang Sen glanced at the monster girls present, "The High Mountain Kingdom, the Four Fields Principality... these countries certainly don't want their neighbors to suddenly rise up."
Serafina stood up upon hearing this, the runes on her armor glowing faintly as she moved, transforming into her normal full-body armor: "Darling, it seems I need to go back first."
Zhuang Sen nodded: "Wait a moment, I'll go back with you later. As for here, Lydia, I'll have Beshi stay and help you. I'll leave the matters concerning the Winter Kingdom to you."
Lydia immediately bowed in a standard knightly salute, her towering breasts trembling violently with the movement, her eyes gleaming with excitement—for Zhuang Sen, she would do everything in her power!
Zhuang Sen reached out and squeezed her soft breasts, then looked at the book demon exuding intellectual charm: "Misty, it's time for the Thousand Towers Kingdom to get a share of the pie. How about you handle those scattered clowns?"
Missy put on her oversized witch's hat and nodded elegantly: "You've already given the Thousand Towers Kingdom enough benefits, but leave this matter to me. Let me check if there are any traitors among us."
"Mother, Lilith, Angela, Lisander, Rani, I entrust the affairs of government and the economy to you." Zhuang Sen looked at the several monster girls who were good at internal affairs.
They all smiled and nodded, their movements varied yet alluring: Lilith adjusted her lace gloves, Ange made an OK sign from the pile of documents, and Lysander's tail gently hooked around Zhuang Sen's ankle, causing the wriggling octopus girl to let out a soft cry of pain.
“Then there’s Dantalian.” Zhuang Sen looked at his “Big, Big, Big Cutie” and said, “Keep an eye on the Holy Kingdom and see if you can find any trace of those chosen ones.”
“No problem, leave it to me.” Dantalian nodded in agreement. The simple movement caused her large breasts to jiggle violently, the dazzling white skin contrasting sharply with the conservative black nun’s habit. The snake’s tongue that occasionally flickered from the snake woman’s red lips added a touch of cunning allure to her elegant and holy appearance.
"Nia, Hana, thank you for your hard work on logistics." Zhuang Sen finally looked at the two monster girls in charge of logistics.
“With so many helpers now, it’s not hard at all.” Nia, dressed in children’s clothes and wearing a little yellow hat, swung her short legs and smiled mischievously. “Maybe it’s not as hard as you, my dear, right, Hannah?”
Hana, dressed in a vine-covered outfit, blushed as usual. She took out a box from behind her, filled with pink potions, and whispered, "No, it's okay, I've prepared potions to replenish my strength."
With the business at the conference table settled, the atmosphere in the room instantly became ambiguous. The octopus girl's tentacles moved more boldly, and the monster girls' eyes gleamed with a burning light as they all swarmed around Zhuang Sen. Zhuang Sen leaned back in his chair, feeling the soft warmth emanating from all directions, and smiled as he opened his arms wide: "Alright, business's done, time to get 'getting to work'—"
The light from the crystal chandelier dimmed amidst laughter and panting. The doors to the council chamber quietly closed, shutting out the outside world's disturbances. The monster girls' "after-dinner activities" were just beginning.
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作者的话：作者本人投的月票不算进悬赏里~进度更新：月票3/50，催更票11/50，打赏600/5000
Chapter 321: The Chosen One Appears (4404 words)
Within Gomulus City, the core of the Gomulus defense line in the White City Federation, Baroo King Anser sat atop the wolf-headed throne that once belonged to the Gomulus family. The throne, forged from black iron, featured a lifelike wolf head carving with exposed fangs. The rubies inlaid in its eye sockets gleamed coldly in the candlelight, perfectly complementing his magnificent royal robes embroidered with gold patterns, exuding regal majesty.
Beneath the throne stood two distinct groups of people: on one side were the White City nobles who had survived the Battle of Gomulus, a small but not numerous group, most of them pale and ashen-faced, yet still managing to maintain their noble dignity; on the other side were the nobles of the Fallen Star Kingdom who had fought alongside Baroo, all beaming with smiles, their eyes gleaming with excitement—the wealth hoarded by the White City Federation had made them incredibly rich, with gold, silver, jewels, rare ores, precious medicinal herbs… these spoils of war were enough for them to squander for years.
They couldn't wait to buy more plate armor, rune items, and those Hana-brand potions! They had witnessed the extraordinary usefulness of these items during this war. It could be said that, besides Baroo's formidable strength, the second most important factor in their smooth advance here was the equipment and items that overwhelmed the White City people!
Joyful laughter echoed through the hall, yet it pierced the hearts of the White City nobles like needles. Many wore expressions of resentment, their clenched fists bulging with veins, making no attempt to conceal their hostility towards the Fallen Star nobles. In their view, there was no rule among nobles of bloodlines to kill prisoners; as long as a full ransom was paid, freedom would be regained, and even if the money couldn't be produced immediately, at most, they would only be placed under house arrest. And for them, the White City nobles, money was the last thing they lacked; they would regain their freedom sooner or later, so there was no need to bow down now.
Looking at the arrogant and unyielding White City people, Baroo felt a surge of disgust, even considering the idea of "simply killing them all to save trouble." But even as the Titan King, he was bound by the rules of the game among nobles and could not openly break the tacit understanding of "not killing prisoners," otherwise it would provoke a backlash from the entire noble class, including the Fallen Star nobles.