Me And Centaurs

The centaurs tramped towards the settling dust that the Boss's colossal figure had raised after the collapse and extraction. Slowly, a humanoid figure could be seen sitting proudly on the head of what was once a celestial being, his arms hoisted on its horns. Trent's Crimson Knight armour was as dark as the surroundings, and only the red sinister glow of his visors and other elements could be perceived.

The centaurs approached him with laboured breaths, their weapons lowered as they sagged toward Trent, their naked nipples the only thing standing erect.

Trent noticed that they had lost some of their soldiers, but they still remained menacing. Their fit, feminine stature was a marvel, with the perfect arc that wove woman and horse together. One figure, in particular, stood out. She had striking white hair that cascaded down her chest, barely covering her tits. She moved forward with an air of authority, prompting Trent to think, 'Must be their leader... probably.'

Suddenly, without a word uttered, the centaur bent a knee, lowering her horse mass to the ground with a bowed head as well. Trent's brows raised in surprise behind his mask as he glared down at the centaur's white hair. He noticed the surprised expressions on the faces of the other centaurs as well, quickly realizing this was definitely not rehearsed, nor did it seem culturally acceptable.

"I see the Essence you channel and the Manifestations that follow," the centaur began, her firm, Amazonian voice steady despite her bowed head. She continued, "I sense the Mana within you and the vibrations of life, the very embodiment of newfound energy we call Essence. This is no mistake." She raised her head, and Trent couldn't believe how beautiful these centaurs actually were. "I beg of you, Old Keeper. Lend your ear to my plea and uphold this duty to the Paradox, banishing its Turmoil from all realms and restoring it to its former glory."

'Old Keeper?' Trent thought. He remembered the she-devil that he had fucked mentioning something about channeling Mana being a skill performed by the Original Keepers of the Beasts. 'So, I have so much Mana, she thinks I'm one?'

"I, Doco-Noris, monarchial-born leader of the Archequine warriors of the Paradox, assembled by the Taurian dynasty, hereby surrender this army to your leadership to eradicate all blights from the Paradox. If you are willing to accept, oh Keeper, guide us to cleanse this realm."

Trent noticed the contorted expressions on the weary faces of the other centaurs, especially the two standing next to Doco-Noris, who seemed to be her subordinates. One was dark-skinned, her grip on her staff tight and eyes full of doubt, while the other seemed oddly familiar to Trent.

"Are you... serious, sister?" the dark-skinned centaur spoke with scepticism, gripping her staff tightly and side-eyeing Trent.

"I am," the white-haired centaur responded.

"You can't be serious!" the other to her left thundered, waving her staff in the air before pointing it at Trent. "This is no Old Keeper! He is a fraud!"

The tension was unbearable, and the army of centaurs behind them murmured among themselves. Doco-Noris finally rose to her hooves, her Taurian stature more outstanding than the others. "Do not let his humanoid figure cloud your judgement, Acarr. You and I have seen the power he manifested, the Boss he slew. Sisters? We are decentralized and losing our way; we need a powerful sentient, preferably male, to help us eradicate this Turmoil."

The protesting centaur glared hard at Doco-Noris with unwavering eyes, their nipples pointing at each other. The sight of this all, seeing naked breasts, started to make Trent hard, and he casually watched from his self-made throne

The protesting centaur, whose name was Acarr-nah, slowly raised her staff, pointing its tip at Trent. "Eradicate this Turmoil? He is a piece of the Turmoil! He... is... a... human gamer!"

Bombshell.

The atmosphere immediately shifted into pin-drop silence, Acarr-nah's words resonating in everyone's head, including Trent's. That's when he realized where he had encountered her before. She was the centaur who had assaulted him when he won the first Battle Royale, the very one who had killed him when she sensed no Mana within him.

'Fuccck,' Trent hissed the curse so loudly in his head that he almost thought he had uttered it aloud. Her defiance and accusations were completely justified. She had seen him as a gamer, a threat to her world, and had acted accordingly. Now, here he was, overflowing with Mana and powerful Manifestations, an anomaly that could only be viewed with suspicion.

Doco-Noris wiped away a smear of blood from her face, a testament to the battle they had just fought. "Ludicrous, Acarr. Human gamers are an embodiment of weak blue shimmering magic of theirs. It's an insult to describe an entity like him, close to being a demigod, as such a petty creature," Doco hissed, her voice cutting through the tension. She turned her head loyally to Trent, her eyes seeking recognition and reassurance.

Acarr let out an outrage, protesting loudly until Doco dismissed her to silence, leaving her no option but to obey her leader and suppress her malice within her full ample breasts.

"He is a Darth! I can tell!" One centaur yelled from the army and a few others murmured their thoughts and opinions. 

"Be quiet, sisters. I have faced all combative Darths, and I remember each one of them," Doco said with authority. "We are dealing with a thousand rifts, and Rebels are deliberately dying in those Dungeons, allowing bosses to emerge into the Paradox. Now we have him, who just slayed one of the two major Bosses of the gateways. Whether he simply sought more power or not, let us not live to regret failing to make our plea."

'These Rebels seem to be more annoying than I thought,' Trent mused. 'Why the hell would they facilitate the emergence of these Dungeons when they want the will of the goddess to be fulfilled? And they are deliberately dying in the Dungeons so the Bosses can be released with their creatures.'

Trent cleared his throat, interrupting Doco, who was about to speak again. The centaurs stood in silence, ensuring their hooves made no noise so they could hear every word of Trent's. "These Rebels... do you know what their aim is exactly? Their structure? They have just caused a huge detriment; I believe they are this Turmoil," Trent said, [read]ing Doco-Noris.

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Name: Doco-Noris

Race: Taurian

Role: Leader Of Archequine Warriors

Manifestations: Twelve -·-ππ-·-

Beasts Tamed: None

Essenced equipments: Three

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"The Rebels are scalawags. Deranged unknown indigenes, obsessed with their distinctive religious beliefs! Executing untrackable assaults on the streets, they are all bastards, and I loathe them!" Doco seemed to have almost lost her cool. "However, they are decentralized, and one can't tell if an attack is a Rebel or just terrorism. Our major documented foes are the Darth Society, especially the Aetherian Darth Lord."

"I see..."

"So, tell me....?"

"Nightingale."

"So, tell me, Nightingale. Do you wish to take us under your wing? Because I do."

Trent nodded. He had just gotten yet another profound source of the whole issue circulating this world. He wondered what the heck Vyle must be concerned with all this—the Darth Society, this Darth Lord. "By any chance, do you know where this Darth Society operates?" Trent asked.

"No. But I might have a hint how, and that was exactly why I approached you. Your red Essence. I have seen the leading Darth Lord once, and I have seen his Essence; it is red like yours."

This was definitely the kind of news Trent had always wanted to hear. "And what do you make of this indication?"

Doco licked her lips in a noble manner that Trent found strangely seductive. "Red Essence signifies that your first tamable Beast would be a Dragon, and the Darth Lord has already tamed one. I can lead you to the Dragon's location, where you will tame it and establish a telepathic link with another entity that has done the same, thereby pinpointing his exact location."

'Hmm,' Trent pondered. 'Very wonderful idea. It seems this centaur has long been searching for a way to checkmate the Darth Society.' The fact that the Darth Lord had tamed a Dragon before him made Trent jealous and disturbed. He nodded to her presentation, believing this was where his Paradox endeavour would truly heat up.

"And..." Doco started, gulping. "What would you like in return to help us fulfill our cultural role as warriors of the Paradox?"

Trent's brows raised behind his mask. He couldn't believe this leading centaur was offering him an incentive to help them do the job he was actually sent here to do. He simply said "Wow" to himself while skimming over their breasts, which they seemed to expose with pride. He wondered if they had vaginas, or if the lower body was totally horse. 'Maybe, some boobjobs, deepthroats and wanks would do,' Trent said to himself, relishing the sight of the army of nude centaurs looking up at him.

Definitely, he wouldn't tell them that. He cleared his throat and answered, "I have a freefolk clan I want to build to become one of the greatest... The Knights of the Vale. Perhaps, you could pledge your allegiance to it, especially you, Doco—I really like you."

The centaurs exchanged worried stares, some shaking their heads. After a while, Doco responded, "Very well. Our service, our might, our loyalty will be yours, that is, when you help us erase this Turmoil," she said.

Trent smiled widely. "Very well," he repeated, getting to his feet and trampling over the fallen, lifeless Boss, heading towards the centaurs.

Trent stretched his arm, pointing four fingers at the horizon of the Dungeon's destruction. Suddenly, the gateway began to open out of nowhere. Trent now had all the Manifestations of the Boss, and wielding this Dungeon was part of them; he could even summon and expand it in the real realm.

Trent walked over to Doco, aware of Acarr's hateful eyes glaring at him from behind. Unfortunately for her, all she could do was harbour her hatred. Any attempt to confront Trent would be the last thing anyone, including her, would dare consider. The Mana he radiated with each step was potent enough to resurrect the dead.

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