Chapter 6 Seedbed Technology

(The previous chapter was a mess, mainly about using the Saint's blood to make the Holy Light Tentacles, and then the unspeakable story with the Saint)

Richard, who slept until dawn, walked out of the room refreshed, found a demonic gun, turned left and right and found Vashj who was concentrating on studying in the study.

"Huh? You are actually reading? When did you have this new hobby? I remember you never touched books before." Richard asked curiously.

Vashj closed the book, stood up and replied: "The master said before that it is always good to learn more things. Now I have nothing to do, so I want to learn some new knowledge." Richard

nodded: "I look forward to the day when you will learn it." After saying that, he patted Vashj on the shoulder.

"However, I have something to tell you now." Richard raised his finger to the gun. "It seems that there are some problems in the manufacture of this gun. Find some knowledgeable technicians. If it doesn't work, ask Azeroth to think of a solution."

"Yes, Master!"

Looking at the books in the study, Richard was also tempted to read, so he took a Guilt's notebook and went back to study it carefully.

There was nothing important for several weeks. Richard usually read various "books". When he was tired, he would find Comrade Saint to discuss the top priorities of various creatures. Speaking of this, Richard's control of tentacles has become more and more proficient. Now the tentacles in his body are like tentacles, which can be extended from any part of the body. The use of other abilities has also made slight progress.

Richard particularly liked to see the Saint standing in front of him with an unyielding face, enjoying her expression, and then recalling what he had done with grief. It must be said that this was a popular evil taste. Unfortunately, after so many times, the Saint had gotten used to this kind of thing, and no longer had the pleasure of being bullied. Last time, she even talked back to him. Alas, what a failure.

"I'm sorry, Master, we failed." Vashj reported with her head down. Richard

looked at the report in his hand. After several weeks of experiments and explorations, the bullet could not be manufactured. The reason was that the bullet required a magic seal. There were people in the original palace who were researching it, but they were all affected by the last battle. Now the demons who could participate in the research were all apprentices, with very poor abilities, so it was reasonable that they could not research it. There was no good news from the mainland and Azeroth, and the existing technologies of the demons, dwarves, gnomes, or goblins could not be borrowed.

"It's not your fault. These people are not capable enough. It seems that if we want to obtain this technology, we can only attack the human kingdom? However, the human race has this weapon in hand, and it is difficult for us to break through their barriers with our current manpower. How many of the Kulizani guys can be used as cannon fodder?"

"Kulizani was originally on the verge of extinction, and we didn't have many captured slaves."

"Is that so? That's a bit troublesome."

Vashj hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Master, I read some books and there is a way for us to quickly get troops."

"Huh? Tell me!"

"Yes, this method uses females with magical powers as seedbeds, and allows specially cultivated tentacles to mate with them, so that they become pregnant, and can produce monsters on the same day. The monsters produced can grow up in a short time. This method also has examples. Gilt has done a lot of experiments. He found that tentacles cultivated in different ways can produce different types of demons, and he knows more than 20 types. In addition, the pleasure obtained by women who serve as seedbeds during mating is ten times greater than that of ordinary women. The stronger the pleasure, the stronger the ability to produce monsters than their own kind. However, the more pleasure they receive, the weaker the consciousness of the seedbed itself will be, and eventually... It can only become a "factory" tool until she runs out of magic power and dies. In fact, there were many such soldiers in the army that Guilt used to resist the human offensive. Their method of use was to use these produced soldiers as meat shields, and the soldiers of the Kingdom of Kulizani as backup, which effectively reduced their own casualties. Four produced seedlings are also imprisoned in our cell - the Demon Queen, the General, the Doctor and Guilt's deputy dog ​​demon. "

After hearing this, Richard stood up, put his hands behind his back, and wandered around with his waist slightly bent, and suddenly asked: "With only the four of them, they can't create an army even if they can produce..."

"Now there are some ordinary demon women in the Kingdom of Kulizani. According to Kilt's experimental records, these ordinary demon women can also give birth five times. Although the strength of the monsters produced is average, they are more than enough to be cannon fodder. If all of them are used, we can obtain tens of thousands of troops within a few weeks." "

What about after five times?"

"Death."

Richard stopped, thought for a long time and finally said: "This method is inhumane and not feasible."

Vashj didn't understand why her beloved ancient god would have such an idea.

Richard didn't want to explain and gave the order directly: "Don't consider this method unless its side effects are eliminated. I thought about it carefully. There are three demon kingdoms around Kulizani, and they are relatively weak. Order Zonoz to pacify them and capture as many alive as possible; order the army on the ground to withdraw underground, abandon the defense on the ground, and destroy anything that cannot be taken away. Except for scouts, no one is allowed to enter the ground. Go."

"Yes, master. Then should Miss Selena's daily exercise be cancelled as well?"

"Selena? Who is that?"

"The saint of the church."

"Oh, oh." Richard blushed as he knew her for so long that he didn't even know her name. "Let's ban them all."

Since the saint lost her virginity, Richard allowed her the right to go to the ground to get some fresh air accompanied by Naga.

"Yes, Master."

Richard sighed as he looked at the closed door. This method was really unethical. For the Naga who was born to fight, this method was easy to accept, but it was more difficult for Richard, who was once a human being, to accept. However, this feeling could not be explained. Who made him become N'Zoth now? Nothing about him looked like a human except his appearance, and even this appearance was made of tentacles.

Shaking his head, Richard looked out the window. Although he was underground, the lights outside the window were still bright, just like daytime. No matter what happened in the past, he was N'Zoth now, and even if he changed his name to Li. N'Zoth. He could not change the fact that he was an ancient god. The humanity that has not yet been extinguished can only be hidden in the bottom of the heart, and flashed when it does not affect the survival of the race. Sooner or later, there will be a conflict with the locals of Azeroth. By then, if the strength is insufficient, those incarnations of justice will not let go of himself and his group of Nagas for the sake of so-called humanity.

"Bang bang bang!" The rapid knock on the door pulled Richard back to reality.

"Come in!" Seeing the person coming, Richard's expression became strange.