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"Master, Something big is approaching us at high speed." No.300 alerted Anon.
"I know. Fall back and prepare yourselves." Anon commanded with unwavering composure.
"What's that sound? It's like something is—" Before Queen Derein could finish her sentence, a colossal abomination emerged from the depths of the forest.
In the midst of the desolate battlefield, a monstrous abomination emerged from the nightmare forest—a zombie Chimera of unfathomable horror. This twisted creation bore the fusion of a Troll and an Armoured Bear, a grotesque melding that defied the laws of nature. Towering over the forsaken landscape, its massive form cast an ominous shadow over all in its path.
The zombie Chimera's appearance was the stuff of nightmares. A twisted, decaying zombie face protruded from its chest, its vacant milky eyes instilling terror in any who dared meet its gaze. Blue veins snaked across its monstrous form, pulsating with unnatural energy—a stark reminder of its unholy origins.
Metal plating covered almost 70% of the zombie Chimera's body, a result of twisted experiments and dark sorcery. This armored hide rendered it nearly impervious to conventional attacks, transforming it into a formidable foe. The clanging of metal plates echoed with each movement, amplifying the creature's terrifying presence, making it an overwhelming sight.
Despite its massive and imposing figure, the zombie Chimera defied expectations. Its agility was astonishing, moving with an unsettling grace that contradicted its grotesque appearance. In a fluid motion, it closed the gap between itself and its prey, striking with deadly precision and unyielding force.
Clutched in its immense, rotting hands was a massive axe, a weapon forged in the depths of darkness itself. The blade was stained with the blood of countless victims, a chilling testament to the destruction it had wrought. The sight of its wicked weapon sent shivers down the spines of those unfortunate enough to witness it.
Inside the tent, astonishment gripped everyone as they beheld this Abomination.
"What the hell is that?" Grok questioned as he stepped out of the tent, sensing the fear emitted by the soldiers at the sight of the mutated zombie chimera.
"I-I want to go home," one of the female soldiers expressed.
"Me too," another added.
"Can we kill it? Or even get close to it?" A soldier wondered aloud, his face grim.
"That guy, he's still standing there. Look." One of the soldiers pointed at Anon.
Derein stepped out of the tent and spoke decisively, "If he dies fighting that thing, it's to our advantage. And if that thing dies, I bet he'll be exhausted. We can take him down easily."
"Wait, you plan to ambush him on the battlefield?" Grok asked in surprise.I think you should take a look at
"Yes, and I intend to finish him off in one blow," Derein replied, a smile playing on her lips.
Grok's suspicion grew, and he questioned, "Derein, do you remember that incident with King Freddie in the valleys of the west?"
"Hmmm, oh yes, that incident. That was quite thrilling," Derein responded.
Grok leveled his sword at Derein, his anger evident. "What are you doing, Grok ? Have you gone insane ? Did you hit your head somewhere on the field ?" Derein asked, taken aback.
"Who the hell are you ? Answer at once or you will face dire consequences, i promise you." Grok demanded, his expression furious.
"What? I am Queen Derein Grok—" Derein tried to speak but was abruptly interrupted by grok.
"Don't say her name, you imposter. Queen Derein would never agree to something she never did. There was no guy named Freddie in our lives, and we never went to the valleys of the west together. So, who are you?" Grok interjected with a more angry Expression on his face as he brings his sword's tip closer to Derein's neck.
"I also had my suspicions for the past three hours. Your decision-making process has changed. Queen Derein never executed anything without consulting another king or queen. Yet, for the past three hours, you've been giving absolute commands, and your demeanor is too calm for a queen whose lover is lying half-dead on a bed. My suspicions were confirmed when you thought of the plan to kill Anon—the guy who saved your people from those zombies.
Queen Derein would never do something like that. She never forgets a kindness or a grudge. She wouldn't kill someone who helped her in this dire situation, let alone ambush him. You've broken character." Grad asserted, stepping out of the camp, surrounded by many knights.
"Well, since I'm caught. Why not indulge in some bloodshed?" Derein's clone taunted as she gestured toward the knights of her continent.
The knights immediately attacked the knights from the other continents.
"Don't underestimate me, imposter." Grad declared as he activated his skill.
[Imperial Judgment, a skill veiled in both awe and dread, bestowed upon its wielder the power of divine arbitration. With this ability, the user could pass the verdict of life and death upon others, bearing the weight of ultimate judgment in their hands. Upon mastering this skill, a mark of judgment would be emblazoned upon the chosen targets, signifying their fate was now tethered to the host's discernment.
When activated, the user's eyes would gleam with an otherworldly radiance, exuding an aura of profound authority. The chosen targets would find themselves branded with the mark, a symbol that bore the gravity of their fate. From that moment on, their lives were irrevocably entwined with the whims of the host's judgment.
But with great power came an even greater risk, for the burden of Imperial Judgment rested not just on those marked but also upon the host. As an arbiter of life and death, the user carried the immense responsibility of deciphering the truth. Should they be deceived or misled in their verdict, the consequences would be dire. If the accused were proven innocent, the host would bear the brunt of their own judgment. A dark curse would befall them, a punishment commensurate with the gravity of their mistake.]
Suddenly Grad's eyes glowed golden and big golden swords appeared in front of every knight that was from Derein's Kingdom.
"You all have been proven guilty." Grad shouted as the golden swords hovering above the soldiers pierced through their hearts making them immobile at once.
As the soldier's lifeless bodies fell down on the ground, The clone who was posing as queen Derein tried to run away as everyone was focused on the soldiers.
"Where are you going ?" Derein's Knight commander grabbed the clones's hand and pulled her back.
"Ouch, Ouch... You blockhead don't do that i feel pain in my hand." The clone shouted as she hitted the knight commander at her hand.
"Oh, Don't worry many things will hurt just wait a bit." The knight commander spoke as he squeezed tightly and broke her hand bone.
*Crack*
"Ahhhhhhh.... You are crushing my hand you shit head." The clone shouted.
"You, I am giving you this task. Get this imposter inside and get out as much information as you can out of her. Oh yes, remember to get the information about where the real queen Derein is." Grok said to Derein's knight commander.
"Yes, sir." The knight commander spoke as he took the clone inside the tent.
"You, Call back the house leader of the undead house." Grad orders one of the knights.
"Yes, sir." The knight immediately started running towards the way, that frank left from.
"Well, that's a good move i have to say but-" before grad could've said anything a sword was pointed at his face.
"Prove, That you are the king Grad and not some other clone of him." Grok spoke with a cautious expression.
Before Grok could've even seen anything, Grad pointed his sword at his guts from below.n./𝑜--𝔳.-𝑒)-𝗅//𝓫(.I)/n
"You too, prove. That you are king Grok." Grad spoke.
"Very well, I am King Grok because i assisted you in getting laid with that MILF-" Before Grok could've completed his sentence Grad interrupted him midway.
"Yes, you are grok. Don't say anymore." Grad said as he took his sword back.
"Now, you prove that you are king grad." Grok asked maintaining his sword near grad's neck.
"Well, the next day when i woke up and walked into your room you were with that MILF'S daughter and you were doing it in-"
"Woah, okay you are the king Grad." Grok immediately interrupted Grad.
"Whoever did this, he or she can't be a normal guy. We placed swords on each other's neck. No ordinary guy can bring us to do that." Grok spoke sheathing his sword once again.
"Yup you are absolutely right, but who can this guy be ? Did we do something wrong with him ? Or is he just some crazy scientist that tried to take over the world with those things." Grad said as he also seathed his sword and laughed a little.
"Let's go and help that kid, i don't think he knows how much a troll regenerates. He will definitely need our help with this one." Grad spoke as he started running towards anon.
"Yes, let's go." Grok spoke as he followed behind.
"Ah, A troll chimera. After seeing you i have this itching to make my own chimeras now." Anon said as he looked at the troll zombie Chimera.I think you should take a look at
"Grawwwwwwwaaaaa....." The Chimera growled so loudly that the ogre soldiers standing behind Anon also got scared for one second.
"Come boy, I don't think you have any idea that i am wearing a locket made from one of your relatives." Anon said as he gesturesd to come forward towards the zombie Chimera.
The Chimera immediately got taunted by Anon and started running towards him with his axes swinging around in his hands.
Anon used a skill as he pointed towards the chimera's legs.
Suddenly the chimera's left leg slipped and he fell down but as soon as he fell down the connection between the chimera and the ground broke meaning he was most vulnerable at that second.
Anon didn't missed this chance and pointed his sickle right at the spot where his neck will fall before touching the ground.
*Chk*
And That's what happened, the ogre fell down and his neck was cut off of his body, killing him in that very second.
"Sorry friend but the genius who created you forgot to cover your neck with that metal armour. Well, have good trip to hell." Anon said as he wiped off blood feom his armour.
At the same moment, Grok and Grad reached there.
As soon as they saw the dead troll zombie, both of them were shocked to death.
"You killed him." Grok spoke with a non believing look on his face.
"How the fuck did you kill a troll with so ease ? Even a normal troll won't die that easily. You killed him in mere seconds. How ? Is that sickle enchanted with last level array or something ?" Grad asked as he looked at the sickles in Anon's hands.
"Well, here Check them yourself." Anon said as he puts the sickles of death on the ground.
"Wait, really ? I can like take them in my hands and scan them ? And you are okay with it ?" Grad asked with a surprised expression.
"Yeah." Anon replied.
"Okay." Grad said as he bent down and grabbed one of the sickle's handle but when he tried to pick it up, a force larger than anything was felt from the sickle.
It felt as if he was trying to lift the world itself.
"An Owner Granted Special Grade Weapon, custom made with blood signature. Kid, did you made this ?" Grad asked.
"No, A friend of mine."
"Is your friend's name, Biyuk Kujer the Betrayer ?" Grad asked.
"Yes, why is something wrong with it ?" Anon asked as he puts both of his hands around his waist.
"No, nothing wrong it's just that he was banned from his own Kingdom long ago, and these markings. They are not something that an ordinary dwarf can make." Grad spoke.
As the sun rised from the horizon, casting long shadows over the battlefield, Anon, the valiant warrior and renowned ally of the human kingdom, stood amidst the remnants of a hard-fought clash. Bloodied and battle-worn, his sharp eyes scanned the aftermath of the brutal confrontation. By his side, his loyal soldiers stood, their faces showing a mix of exhaustion and triumph. Among the fallen enemy ranks, eerie figures of the undead lay still, their lifeless forms a testament to the horrors of the dark arts at play.
Amidst the carnage, king gork, approached Anon with a confident smile on his face. "Well, let's put all that aside," Grok proposed with a sly grin, "why don't you and your soldiers join us in our tents for a well-deserved rest? We have an excellent feast prepared. The royal cook has just arrived, and we're about to celebrate the soldiers' victory with an official feast."
Anon's eyes narrowed, his instincts alert. "This place reeks," he retorted, his battle-honed senses ever vigilant.
"Well, you see, these soldiers have just achieved another day of living for their kingdom, their families, and their kings and queens," king grok, explained. "They prefer to savor the rewards of their triumphs right on the battlefield. This feast is their celebration. However, it's entirely fine if you want to join us later for the official feast inside the castle."
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The stomach of one of the ogres growled with hunger, and Anon couldn't help but hear it. Amidst the tension, the warrior couldn't deny the hunger of his own soldiers.
"Well, it seems my soldiers are hungry too. We'll join you," Anon agreed, realizing that a good meal would replenish their strength.
"That's fantastic. Please, follow me," Grok said, leading the way towards the tents.
As Anon walked toward the tents, he noticed something peculiar amidst the fallen zombie corpses. Pausing, he bent down, inspecting the face of one of the zombies and noticed another with an identical face nearby. His sharp mind immediately picked up on the oddity.
"Is something amiss, sir?" Grok asked Anon, noticing the king's curiosity.
"No.300, bring that zombie's body here," Anon commanded, pointing to one of the bodies.
"Yes, master," No.300, his loyal slave, complied, bringing the body to Anon for further examination.
"Hmmm... They look similar," Grad observed as he examined the faces of the three bodies.
"Bring those two as well," Anon commanded, keen on understanding the strange occurrence.
The ogres, respectful of Anon's prowess, followed his orders, bringing two more corpses that looked alike but differed from the first three.
"This is cloning. It's banned in our-"
"I know what cloning is and why it's banned," Anon interrupted Grok abruptly. Interrupting a king is not an ordinary thing.
"Oh, well, that's good," Grok responded, acknowledging Anon's expertise.
"Do you have any idea who could do this? Not many people can cast a cloning spell; it's quite challenging," Anon inquired, gazing at Grok and Grad with a focused intensity.
"Well, yes, this spell is very difficult to cast. There were only five talents in my kingdom who could perform it, but they all died years ago. I don't believe anyone in my kingdom knows how to create clones," Grok explained, puzzled by the presence of the clones.
As Anon absorbed this information, his thoughts raced. 'This fucker isn't just creating clones; he's turning them into zombies too. It seems he's been preparing for a long time, given the number of cloned zombies. Who is this person, and what does he want? To destroy this kingdom or conquer the world?' Anon pondered silently as he stood up once more and resumed walking toward the tent.
"Well, we've got one of the clones in our tent as well," Grok revealed.
"What?" Anon asked with a puzzled expression, intrigued by this revelation.
"Yes, it tried to pose as one of our friends, Queen Derein," Grad clarified.I think you should take a look at
"May I see it?" Anon requested, eager to understand the situation better.
"Certainly, if it's still alive. We handed it over to Queen Derein's knight commander for investigation. If the clone is still alive, you may take a look," Grok said with a smile, respecting Anon's authority.
As they reached the tents, Anon, Grad, and Grok hastened to the interrogation area, where a long line of soldiers had assembled.
"What is happening here ?" Grok shouted.
"Oh shit."
"Fuck, run."
"It's the king. Run for your life."
All the soldiers ran away as soon as they saw king Grok.
"Oooh, i think i may know what's going on, in there." Anon said with a smile underneath his mask.
As soon as grok entered inside, he immediately walked out of the tent with a horrible expression on his face.
"What happened grok ? Why your face looks so horrible ?" Grad asked.
"That- Inside the tent, Looks- *Bwaaaahh*" Grok tried to explain before he started vomiting.
"What the fuck is going on inside that tent." Grad asked as he himself went inside it.
Seconds later he also came out with a very shocked face.
"Hah, now can i go inside ?" Anon asked as he tapped on Grad's shoulder.
*Tap*
"Huh...? Y-Yes but please remember that she is only a clone of queen Derein not queen Derein herself." Grad spoke.
"Good, i will try to remember that one. Oh, don't come inside because i will be talking with my mask off and i don't want anyone here to see my face that's why... You understand right ?" Anon asked grad.
"Y-Yes, i do. No one will come inside during your interrogation." Grad spoke with the shocked expression still on his face.
Anon entered inside and what he saw was a horrible view but not the one that he hadn't seen already.
As soon as he entered inside the first thing he saw was Queen Derein's clone restrained into a wooden wall with three holes in it.
One for her neck and two others for her hands. She was fully naked, her legs opened wide in a C shape facing downwards.
On her left butt there was written different things like.
'Freeuse hole.'
'Hoe Queen.'
'Bitchy Queen who is a saw now.'
On her right butt only one thing was written.
'Number of Times i came inside Queen Derein.' and beneath it many lines were drawn telling the number of how many soldiers came inside her pussy and how many times.
These lines came down to her knee, which means the number of times cumming inside was greater than 100 by now.
Her pussy was dripping with cum and more cum was coming out of it with time. A bucket was placed directly under her pussy that was collecting the cum dripping out of it.
Her pussy lips and ass was fully red due to beating and slapping.
A bottle of alcohol was upside-down in her asshole, as her body twitched everytime, a small amount of alcohol went inside her ass.
"Haaha... I don't think Queen Derein is a good queen to her soldiers huh ?" Anon said as he went ahead and slapped her but once again moving to her front.
*Slap*
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"Hello, Queen Derein. Are you Alright love ?" Anon asked but when he noticed her face, he also felt terrible for once.
Piss covered her face, Cum was coming out of her mouth and her lower lip was pierced with a clip that was connected to a thread that was connected to both of her breasts, that were also pierced with pins.
Two hooks made out of soldier's belts were stuck in her nose holes giving her the look of a pig, her eyes were barely opening, her breasts were also covered in cum.
"Ooooh, That's some disgusting stuff but personally, i like it." Anon said as he used a spell on her.
Suddenly a layer of water covered her whole body and cleaned her body from inside and outside both.n𝔒𝓋𝑒/𝐿𝚋/In
Anon looked at the restrained clone of Queen Derein, her eyes closing due to cumming so much. Her attempt to infiltrate their ranks had failed, but her determination remained evident, because if she would've spoken something by now, the soldiers wouldn't be fucking her like a pig.
"Oi, wake up," Anon said firmly, slapping the clone's face to get her attention.
"Huh...You ? You bastard! You ruined my master's plan to kill them. Now he'll kill you first," the clone retorted, revealing her allegiance to a mysterious mastermind.
"Alright, bring him to me when he has the time. I'll make sure that delusional fool understands this world doesn't work according to his books," Anon responded, unyielding in the face of threats as he showed her the red book he found back then.
The clone's confident demeanor wavered, revealing a crack in her façade. "You have my master's book. Give it back to me, you bastard," she demanded, her desperation palpable but whenever she moved her mouth her boobs jiggled due to the thread connecting them.I think you should take a look at
"I will not give it back. What can you do ? Kill me by shaking your ass ?" Anon asked with a smirk on his face.
"Y-You... Wait. Let's make a deal. I, Queen Derein will become your personal cum-dump if you give the book back to my master. What do you think of it ? You won't get a Queen cum-dump everyday will you ?" The clone spoke as a cunning smile appeared on her lips.
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"How many times did they fuck you ?" Anon asked with a smile.
"I don't know. I stopped counting after 35 but i think 50 they made me cum so much that i passed out due to pleasure. Believe me they don't like their queen one bit. One even tried to push a real sword into my pussy but the others stopped him.
Then they made me dance naked with a bottle of alcohol stuck up in my ass. These soldiers were pretty pent up, you know. They even feed me two buckets fully filled of their cum just like the one below me right now." The clone spoke as she tried to tempt anon in accepting the deal.
"Yeah, I think some cum just went inside your brain." Anon spoke.
Anon remained composed, unperturbed by her efforts. Activating his powerful skill, he focused his mesmerizing gaze on the clone.
His eyes glowed with purple hues, and the clone's eyes followed suit. However, to Anon's surprise, the attempt didn't succeed as he expected.
[Spell Failed. Opponent has a secured mind.] A notification appeared before Anon, signaling that the clone's mind was impervious to his hypnotic abilities.
"You fool! Your tricks won't work on me. My master has secured my mind to prevent anyone from extracting information. Haha," the clone taunted, revealing her master's cunning and her unwavering loyalty.
Anon's resolve only grew stronger. "Then we shall find another way to uncover your master's sinister plot. And mark my words, your delusional master will face the consequences of his actions. You may think your mind is impregnable, but your master cannot hide forever. Prepare yourself; your master's reign of terror ends here," he declared with an unwavering determination.
Anon stood up from his place and whipped out his cock from his pants.
"Woahh, that's one big boy. Should i fix my hymen for you to break it once again ?" The clone asked.
"Wait, you can do that ?" Anon asked.
"Oh yeah, my body is designed that way. I can make my breasts bigher too. If you want or i can grow a pussy instead of my mouth, look." The clone said as her mouth disappeared and a pussy appeared on her face.
"What the fuck ? I need to learn this cloning technique." Anon said as he went backside of the clone and rubbed his. Cock on her pussy.
"Hey buddy, look i don't feel any pain that function is turned off in my mind and- Uhhhhh" before the clone could've said anything else Anon rammed his whole cock inside her small pussy.
"Woahhhh... You are stretching my womb. Go slow, i can still feel pleasure." The clone spoke.
"Well that's all i wanted to know. You are nothing just a pocket pussy your master created to beat and fuck at anytime he wants without making you feel any pain. You will only feel pleasure even if you were killed right now, that's why i am going to unlock your your pain sensors again.
Fasten your seat belts, this ride is going to hurt girl." Anon warned as he started fucking the clone.