"I can't believe we are finally saying goodbye to this city." Imlis said in a rather sad manner as she looked at the now empty city that used to house the various species that relied on this mega-structure.
"Yes, but as his lord said if left to its state one day this place will fall down endangering the lives of many." Magla was stoic as she did not feel much nostalgia on the city.
"I never had fond memories of this city, all I saw were our people starving and fighting for our existence but now there is no need for such thing anymore." Bula walked from behind the two as she was sent back by Marc who now stood at the center of the abandoned city.
"I did, this place is where we all grew up and learned of our heritage. Though things are changing with the leadership of his lordship but it will not change the fact that this is our birth place." Untlac said as he too looked at the empty city.
"It be a pity yas dat izz Lordship be breakin dis all apart. But we see his vision and we know it be a great dezision hehehehe…" Chief Nutsbitah said as he thought about the plans that Marc had proposed to the council which he made that was compromised of the chosen leaders of each tribe.
"Would it be alright mother? Though I do not understand much about the blue prints his lordship made, would it really become a city that was ever before?" Glasha Bladewind, daughter of Bula asked since she was the chosen representative of the orcs.
Her mother did not count since they were now considered concubines of their new Lord.
Only Imlis got to keep her position since her daughter was not yet ready to receive her position as there were still traditions to follow to become the new Matriarch of the Dark Elves.
Magla did not care as she threw her responsibilities to her fellow atavistic Kobold, Wurfa who was getting stressed at handling the rather rowdy kobolds.
"*Sigh* I had spent a lot of time on my den in the city but now it had to be destroyed." Wurfa sniffled a bit as he remembered the den he made in preparation for the next season's mating rituals.
"Hahaha! Good thing I was a bit lazy in making a nest which means I can find a prime spot once the City has been renovated." Untlac smiled as he looked at the deflated Kobold.
"That be said, how long ave deez horns been growing on ya Magla?" the Goblin asked as he looked at the two pairs of horns on the Kobold's head.
"Hmmm, since his lordship mounted me I guess." Magla said as she remembered that day that let her release all her wildness yet Marc still dominated her.
"It seems his Lordship has helped your Atavistic nature progress it seems. It has been known that we the Lizardmen and you the Kobold were descendants of diluted Dragon Bloodlines. Only yours were on the line of Earth Dragons while we were divided on whether it was Fire Dragons or Flood Dragons." Untlac said as he looked jealously at the horns of Magla.
She now looks like a tall werewolf woman with a face more anthropomorphic similar to a Who in Whoville.
Her ears were of a wolf with two horns now jutting out to the side while her claws became retractable and her body shape now more mature looking.
Though she had changes, she was not the only one. Not as obvious like Magla who grew a horn, Bula and Imlis looked younger and healthier but the men did not notice this much, only Glasha who seemed curious.
Other than a raised nose, fangs, tusks and green skin as well as bigger physique, these orcs do not have much difference to humans.
*CRACKLE!!*
*CRASH!*
*BOOOM!*
It was then the group looked at the middle of the City where a 100 meter tall golem that looked like Cherno Alpha was wreaking havoc and destroying the city like a… we like a giant robot.
Only this was Marc who was having the time of his life breaking stuff up as he drove the Golem into running around breaking more stuff.
His now so called retainers were watching exasperatedly at their owner as they have found one fact about him for the months they worked for him.
He was totally random and would do anything he liked if he wanted it, which was a given to Marc who was close to mastering in hiding his Aura and changing his soul signature that the eyes of gods will not be able to find him.
So to battle the boredom in waiting he did many random things that his retainers do not understand.
Like making Imlis dress with some clothes that Marc made since he started making some after finding out that they have a rather good equipment for tailors.
They did not understand what this 'Secretary' Uniform was and why does it matter for Imlis to wear it but all Marc answered was.
"A stoic looking Dark Elf with the rather bossy vibe, it is a crime to not dress her up with the proper secretary suit as well as stockings! She also needs a smart looking glass and her hair tied up in a ponytail!" Marc said as he seemed rather serious about this even if they do not understand.
Though Imlis did look different and great that many female elves were starry eyes when they saw their matriarch in a serious no business expression wearing a secretary uniform, soft silk like stockings and a pair of glasses with golden rims.
Marc did not know that he had opened a box that made Imlis waiting in anticipation on what kind of dress or costumes he made for her to wear.
He also added Magla and Bula to the mix in some of his creations.
A Gothic leather tight suit that many would see being worn by women during BDSM on Magla that accentuated her thin waist and large bust.
Some weird armor for Bula that was only a pair of small cloths covering her breast and some shoulder pads, bracers, knee guards and boots.
They found it weird this impractical armor that gives no protection to your body and only your legs and hands but somehow Marc like having Bula wear it.
Then there was the weird 'Nurse' Outfit which made them confused as to what a 'nurse' is, they even asked Philip what it was and he too did not know.
But they eventually got used to it, though there are some things he made them wear only when they were alone that made the three blush a bit.
They did not expect to learn about the enjoyment of the thing their Lordship called 'bondage' when it was usually just using ropes to tie people up.
They discovered a continent of ways a person could be tied up and they were drowned by Marc in this vice that they somehow was looking for more.
So they kept silent as they watched with the other chiefs the process of their former home being destroyed.
But they did not expect that inside the Golem was Marc giggling like a kid breaking apart the make believe city he made as a kid like he was some sort of Kaiju or rather a giant robot intent to lay waste to the puny humans.
"MWuahahaahahaah!!" Marc cackled as he swung his fist left and right as destruction was brought upon by him.
It wasn't until an hour later that he was finally finished, Marc finally came out of the Golem and arrived at the planning tent where his retainers are waiting as well as his assistants.
Just as he arrived he was greeted by them kneeling so he just waved his hand not caring much and went directly to his seat.
"Okay let us go into business, Untlac are the builders ready with the things I asked for?" Marc looked at the Lizardman.
"Absolutely my Lord!" the Lizardman said while seemingly still awed at the show of strength he just witnessed.
"Where are we on the state of the towns Imlis?" Marc looked at the stoic Dark Elf.
"They are still doing what needs to be done your Lordship." The Dark Elf responded as she was addressed.
"Great, now does anybody have any input into this project of ours?" Marc looked at the people in the tent and watched as they just shook their heads.
"Therz nun be thinkin tah object mi'lord. Tis be gunna a great city ya making!" Chief Nutsbitah looked very excited as he thought about the things Marc is planning.
"That is right your Lordship, once your plan is set in motion then the future will be set for us with no fear." Magla said as she thought of the things Marc will do once the whole new City is done renovated.
"That's what I'd like to hear, like what I had said before that there are beings out there that are so strong that normal means will not be a way to defeat them so this new City will ensure that I can get back on that smug assh*le…" Marc remembered the force that made his body kneel and he did not like that one bit.
"So this new city will be a start, they wanted me to play the Demon King right? Then a Demon King they will get but not the one they asked, let the industrial revolution of this world begin!!" Marc said and the retainers left one by one to do the task that was given to them.
Except for Magla who did not have any talent of handling such detail since she only likes to fight and Marc. So she was there standing alone in the tent anticipating something.
"Come here." Marc said and Magla was suddenly by his side with her tail waving like crazy that a gust was made in the room.
"Okay calm down, lean over…" Marc then had Magla lie down on his lap as he caressed her smooth fur on her back while he sat cross legged on the sofa petting the Kobold woman.
Magla closed her eyes in bliss as she felt relaxed at the petting of Marc, who was in a daze as he thought about the things he learned on the Dungeon Library.
'Gods need faith to get stronger, so I will make a rapid advancement in technological aspects to make a MOAB that I will drop on the churches of that golden pretty boy assh*lo of a p*ssyfaced m*ron with an inferiority complex god… I'll weaken you to the point I can slap your face down to the ground. I am introverted but I am also extremely petty…' Marc thought this as he looked at the now busy people outside the tent.