Ghoul King's Harem

Chapter 260 260: After Battle Comes Mourning

The battle wasn't over just because the enemy was gone.

There were hundreds, thousands of corpses that needed incinerating to avoid any infections with those troops who were severely wounded, given a shot of Alexanders' blood as it could just about counter the virus and would make them into weaker versions of the Vrykul.

'It's great that reaching Stage Seven allowed me to make mere pseudo ghouls that would remain as their former race but gain small benefits from the ghoul race to avoid having everyone being my glorified slave.'

"Alexander, how are the casualties?" Sarah appeared behind him with fifty female vestas that seemed to have evolved with Lycan-type variants. It was unrelated to Alexander, but it seemed that those women with the strongest physical connection to him would cause the vesta to mutate.

"They are moderate on our side, but the humans and Claudia's forces lost over 200 men. We need to find a better way to protect them..."

His words were slow as he thought about the sudden changes in his army since he spent so long apart from them with his most adored women, somehow creating paths of evolution for the women that helped ease the pain in Alexander's heart for twisting their minds and hearts earlier.

Stella - created her succubi that were nothing like normal succubus and didn't need to feast on essence to survive but could devour essence from the world.

They were quite free and didn't dwell on their feelings of honour or servitude as much as before, but they were all women who seemed to worship Alexander as a male of the highest order naturally.

All were members of Stella's wing of the church.

Sarah - A strange Lycan hybrid that didn't seem to have a full transformation, but they retained cute wolf ears and tails that matched their hair colour. 

Carried a high level of pride and devotion to Alexander and their princess Sarah, it seemed she made quite the following and all obeyed orders suiting the military sector very well.

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Amy - Crazy troops... all were vampires with highly addictive and obsessive personalities; they worshipped Alexander as much as the Lycan, but each was just like their princess and highly sexual. 

The most devoted to Alexander and created a wing of the church for his praise; they seem to be well-behaved if told Alexander is watching them.

Claire - Like their leader, her troops became a hybrid type of minotaur but only limited to twenty troops so far, and the small amount is all heavy hitters with their enhanced physical power taking the lead in most combat scenarios.

All of the women can produce milk that is both delicious and edible, now used as the main source of the army's milk for baking, cooking and drinking.

However, they insist that only Alexander can drink their milk without it being treated... as if it were something special just for him. It is refusing other males outright and joining the military command under Claire.

Very loyal and committed to Alexander.

Laura - Strangely, this was only a recent discovery after the two underwent their first true pairing after she evolved with him as lovely elven assassins began to appear. Their skill with daggers, stealth and bows was far above the other units; maybe their archery was lower than Mildred's, but that was only a minor.

After learning about their leader's past and their passionate and loving Master Alexanders' treatment of her, they all now dream of charming a man half as good.

However, twenty people call themselves the handmaidens of Alexander, who only wish to be used and loved by Alexander and who sleep away from the main troop due to their differences in beliefs.

"Understood... then I will continue helping clear the walls and seeing the wounded..." For a moment, Sarah closed her eyes, looking like an abandoned dog.

"You did well, Sarah, come here." 

Alexander knew she wanted to be affirmed and opened his arms.

However, the entire unit rushed over and began fawning over his hug, making Sarah pout, but this time, she knew they all worked hard as tails and ears were caressed and patted together.

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Thirty minutes later, Alexander began to walk towards the north wall, his eyes closed, thinking about how to improve what he could do to defend the city better.

"Hot oil... would that work against undead?"

"Flaming arrows?"

Thump!

His body hit someone before they seemed to topple over, and the sound of wood slammed on the ground before an old man's complaining sounded. "Damn, lad! Why don't you look where yet again?" 

It was McAllister! The blacksmith and biggest helper in the place.

Alexander found that McAllister knew loads about magic items, weapons and armour before coming to join him. He taught Claire and Opal a lot about her creation skills related to armour production... as he had experience doing it elsewhere but came here to make a new home for his brothers, who were in the workshop.

"McAllister! Perfect timing!" He helped the old, aggressive man stand up before patting his clothes off, pointing him towards the south wall, which still smelt of death, but he needed McAllister's opinion and knowledge. "Look at those Stage Five Goblins..."

Mc'Alister frowned for a moment; it seemed Alexander wasn't lying; these goblins had stronger weapons and armour than before and carried a sharper intellect despite being dead... their fighting styles were far superior to average human fighters from his world.

"I remember when we used to fight goblins daily.." The old dwarf began to reminisce before his world was destroyed. "Their king was the epitome of monsters and ruled his clan fairly while killing those who opposed him... it seemed they grew smarter and are tougher now...." Mc'Alister was calmer than Alexander hoped, but that was dwarven toughness.

"Don't fret, lad; even if those things evolve a thousand times more... my brothers and I are ready to give up our lives to ensure this city remains a bastion of life and salvation." He then took out a strange parchment with a picture of various entrapments from spiked walls to a grease trap that drops them into a spike pit... then the biggest image...

A spike repeater... a huge crossbow, a thing that was hoisted on a wall and seemed to launch metal spikes a little smaller than ballistae but fired them rapidly and could even shoot cylinders filled with explosive powder and small spikes... for a fragmentation bomb.

"Wow... These are so cool..." Alexander spoke his honest thoughts while the dwarf's face beamed; this old man loved Alexander but was too embarrassed to show it, so hearing the lad compliment his finest works, Mc'Alister felt amazing and did a little jump.

"Also, old man, will you replace my father for my wedding with Stella and the other girls?"

Like Alexander wanted extra salt from the market... he just said it so calmly... but the old man heard Stella and marriage and was overjoyed... remembering the day he threatened this soon-to-be king to look after her...

A sarcastic smile on the old man's little moustache as he guffawed. "Ha... Ha.. Ha... So it has come to this... why not? Hahahaha! Good Laddie, you took my advice!"

Alexander rolled his eyes as Mc'Alister kept laughing until he went to brag about having the son he always wanted to the other dwarves, leaving Alexander to sigh loudly as his finger touched his forehead... it seemed Stella's adoptive father figure got ahead of himself; but what could he do?

'I feel the same to have a father like you, haha. I've never really had a father figure before, but those times you spoke so roughly and guided me with your words... I won't ever forget them. Old man...'

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Not long after inspecting the walls, Alexander was heading towards each of his beloved women, making sure they were alright, with the first being Amy because she was very quiet during this battle, or rather... he heard she lost two vampires.

'Though it makes sense, she doesn't have any problem... the damn woman acts so childish and lewd in private to hide her sorrow and feelings...'

"Alexander!" Amy's voice rang from further down the street as her thick thighs charged straight into Alexander.

The lass hugged him tightly, kissing his cheek and trying to put him inside her thin clothes, which was why he visited her because she was distressed; before she could undress him in public, he took her into a dark alley, slamming her against the wall and placed his forehead against hers.

"Amy, no one else is here... you can mourn their loss." Alexander felt bad; however, she hid everything too well; the girls probably saw through her charade and stayed calm so she could stay by Alexander... but he arrived just a bit too late.

Instantly, tears flooded down her pretty red eyes; she leaned in against Alexander's sturdy body, feeling comforted as he stroked her head. Amy needed comfort but not sex this time... she was depressed because she watched two women in her wing die because of her mistake.

Her words were wet with tears and stuttering; this was the Amy that Alexander fell for; he once saw her in the darkness after she started hitting on him and realised she was crying about a cat that passed away in the road, nothing like her usual self. "Alexander... I... failed them... I shouldn't act like this...but I felt sad... so lonely..."

To Amy, losing two of her kind hurt worse than anything because there were fewer people than before...

She only looked cheerful and seductive towards Alexander because he saved her from these dark feelings that made her paralysed—even now, he found her first, which only increased her reliance on him.