Blood Emperor Throne

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If it weren't for the hazy, close-fitting black silk that draped between the two slender ribbons, barely covering her snowy, plump breasts, then a large expanse of milky, moist flesh, along with the deep, warm, milky cleavage adorned with a platinum necklace, would all be exposed to the air.

What's truly breathtaking is that this sheer black silk barely covers the center of the cleavage, leaving the plump, milky side breasts on either side completely unhidden.

Moreover, because these two plump, honey-smooth breasts are as heavy as if they were filled with milk and honey, the slender light blue ribbon is like a tight band around the two creamy honey cakes, deeply embedded between the smooth, soft, white flesh, causing large swathes of snowy, soft creamy honey breasts to overflow heavily to both sides.

As her plump, voluptuous, glossy black silk high-heeled feet landed lightly, her pair of plump, moist, and rich breasts resembled two creamy melons filled with fragrant, ripe milk. Wrapped in a bright, ripe, and fleshy black bodysuit, they swayed up and down, creating waves of ripe, creamy milk. Her white, smooth side breasts, adorned with a beauty mark that made one's mouth water, squeezed out even more ripe, creamy flesh from the slender silk ribbons.

Orissa's alluring, captivating eyes, brimming with the allure of mature spring, were framed by a beauty mark that accentuated her full, soft lips, making them even more seductive and alluring. Her smooth, silky chestnut curls were styled into an elegant and graceful updo, adding to her refined and charming appearance.

As her alluring, clear eyes swept across the banquet hall, her elegant and graceful face, as radiant as a ripe, juicy flower, exuded a languid, spring-like charm.

Given her noble status, she would never come to this lowly, filthy, and impoverished border Count's territory.

This trip was merely a way for her to pass the time and have some fun, and also to see if these impoverished border lordates were worth investing in. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the initial statement.)

After all, her arrogant and promiscuous husband had been having an affair with several mistresses recently, which is why she came to this remote and impoverished earldom to see if she could find a loyal and capable wolfhound to satisfy her voluptuous and juicy feminine desires.

Although she didn't hold out much hope, after all, this charming and mature noblewoman hadn't had a single man catch her eye all these years, not even those proud and composed paladins, including her arrogant and promiscuous noble husband.

However, on her way here, she had heard that the neighboring Earl of Castella had produced a knight commander who would be perfect for taming her loyal wolfhound.

This knight commander is rumored to possess the strength to directly suppress a minotaur with sheer power. He stabilized the nearly collapsed countdom of Castella in just one month and is extremely ambitious. After stabilizing Castella, he somehow managed to turn Viscount Bolot against him.

After dealing with that foolish and incompetent Count Chris, let's go to Castella to find this big wolfhound.

I wonder if being pinned down and ridden freely by this strong, wild wolfhound will satisfy her, a pleasure her husband has only experienced a handful of times.

Thinking of this, Orissa, with her mature and plump elegant crystal strap high-heeled sandals, stepped forward with languid and charming steps.

Almost the instant this elegant, mature, and alluring noblewoman in black stockings stepped off the carriage, heavy breathing and the sound of dry mouths swallowing could be heard from the surrounding lowly commoners and guards.

This elegant and sophisticated lady, with a figure as plump and alluring as a ripe peach, wore a light blue silk dress with slits on both sides that reached all the way to the base of her snow-white thighs.

The silky smooth dress draped over her plump and graceful waist. With the two openings, it was as if two light and close-fitting veils covered her plump, ripe, white breasts. Her two breasts, as plump and round as ripe cream peaches, were outlined by the light and close-fitting silk, creating a plump and juicy peach curve that could arouse any male creature.

Whenever her plump, fleshy legs, clad in glossy black stockings and draped in cool, elegant crystal-strap peep-toe heels, touched the ground, her moist, soft buttocks would sway and tremble, sending waves of ripe, fleshy hips rippling across her body.

This also caused her fair, plump thighs, accentuated by the black and red lace trim, and the alluring black lace straps that were deeply embedded between her soft, plump, and snowy buttocks to be vaguely revealed through the openings on both sides as the dress fluttered.

Even from an angle unseen by the commoners and guards, after the summer night breeze had passed, the already soft and silky gown would have clung tightly to her voluptuous and supple waist, nestled between her mature, tender legs in black stockings, outlining an extremely alluring and sensually voluptuous curve...

This elegant and beautiful mature lady, beneath her noble and graceful charm, possesses an extremely alluring and seductive allure...

The moment Orisa and the haughty and aloof female knight captain stepped into the banquet hall, the entire hall fell silent. The nobles and knights who had come to attend the banquet all felt a little breathless as they looked at this elegant and mature beauty in black stockings.

When they saw the white lion holding a sword badge, they were even more shocked, unable to comprehend why this distinguished lady would attend this banquet at this time.

"Is this the castle of the Earl of Dorne?"

Orissa's alluring, clear eyes swept over the luxurious banquet hall before her, the spring-like charm in her eyes transforming into a cool, noble languor.

She glanced around, but couldn't muster any interest whatsoever.

These border earldom nobles were completely unlike the bravery and heroism of the northern border earls; they were just like the bunch of fat, bloated nobles she had ever met.

"The Earl of Dorn is already waiting to greet us at the front."

The female knight commander pointed ahead at Earl Chris, a fat pig with a fawning expression and drool practically dripping from his mouth, her tone indifferent.

But to her surprise, the woman in front of her, who always despised the incompetent, revealed a hint of alluring and seductive eroticism.

However, not towards this fat pig count.

Following her gaze, she saw a tall, strong, and heroic knight.

The moment this valiant and imposing knight appeared before her, the alluring and mature lady fixed her captivating gaze upon him.

Handsome and dashing, with dark, bright eyes that held a deep, cold indifference that could captivate any young girl, his perfectly hard, marble-like muscles appeared incredibly strong and upright beneath his snow-white shirt.

The elegant and sophisticated noblewoman in black stockings, surrounded by the female knights, strode towards the knights, her mature, plump, glossy black stockings and sexy, elegant crystal strappy open-toe high-heeled sandals swaying in the astonished gaze of Earl Chris of Dorn.

With a charming and alluring smile, she removed her elegant white lace-trimmed silk short gloves and gracefully extended her delicate hand.

"A pleasure to meet you, esteemed Knight Commander."

Orisa's actions greatly surprised Count Dorn and the other nobles.

It should be noted that in the Southern Electoral Territory, only high-ranking nobles are entitled to extend their hands so readily. Furthermore, the privilege of having her remove her long lace gloves to shake hands is reserved for dukes and electors.

"Nice to meet you."

Asmodeus looked at the alluring, mature noblewoman before him, her dark, deep eyes flashing with amusement. He extended his large, smooth, jade-like hand and briefly grasped her slender, soft hand before parting.

Although it was only for a moment, he still felt the elegance and delicacy of that jade hand, soft and boneless, delicate and smooth.

What caught his attention was that, during their handshake, the mature and elegant woman's soft and beautiful hand gently scratched his palm twice with her smooth, delicate fingers, like a cat's claws, and her charming and alluring eyes curved slightly towards him.

The message conveyed was, of course, to Asmodie that beneath the elegant and sophisticated exterior of this alluring woman in black stockings lay a seductive and mature woman.

In contrast to his playful demeanor, Count Dorn and the other nobles, after their initial astonishment, suddenly turned pale with fear.

They recognized the knight commander! The knight commander from Castelia!

Chapter 38 The Lady's Gift (This chapter has been revised)

Under the quiet night sky, Dorne Castle gradually turned crimson with blood, unbeknownst to the people inside.

Behind the castle gate, four soldiers who remained behind were carrying spears and patrolling back and forth.

"Tick tock..."

At that moment, the sound of a sticky drop of water falling from the shadows of the city wall caught the soldiers' attention.

"Huh? What is that?" The soldiers stopped and frowned as they looked into the shadows, but the next moment, their confusion turned into horror.

A bloodhound, as large as a carriage, with two ferocious, blood-red heads, lunged at them with its two fanged, blood-red mouths billowing with a bloody, foul wind!

"Uhhhhh!!!"

The soldiers' screams were short and shrill, then drowned out by the thunderous hoofbeats of horses galloping outside the city.

Nearly a hundred male centaurs, clad in chainmail and wielding steel-tipped spears, trampled through the cold moonlight and leaped out of the forest, roaring as they transformed into a bloodthirsty horde and charged toward the peaceful earl's castle!

"Centaur! Centaur! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

The soldiers on the tower watched the centaurs rapidly approaching the city gate and immediately rang the bronze bell on the tower. But the next moment, a dull clatter of gears turned their expressions into horror.

The soldiers on the tower watched in despair as the heavy, riveted iron gate of the city gate crashed down with a deafening roar, sending dust flying everywhere.

The wild, bloodthirsty waves of centaurs easily crossed the city walls, the city's greatest and only advantage, and surged into the high-walled, thick-walled count's castle like an unstoppable savage tide.

Screams, roars, and hoarse, shrill cries, mingled with the pervasive smoke and flames of war, sealed the fate of this city.

The castle, having been depleted of most of its elite soldiers, was left with only over three hundred militiamen armed with spears, linen robes, and large shields, along with a small number of well-trained knights, in addition to the knights and guards protecting the count.

Faced with over a hundred centaurs equipped with chainmail and steel spears, and a herd of over three hundred horned beasts clad in leather armor and wielding iron double axes and longswords, the weak line hastily cobbled together by Earl Dorn in the alleys and streets lasted only a short while before being crushed by the centaurs' iron hooves.

Courage was fading, and morale and willpower quickly turned into a desire for survival, leading them to flee the battlefield.

This wealthy castle, with its high walls and thick fortifications, was not destroyed by sophisticated war machines, nor did it fall into despair during a siege, nor was it defeated by a well-trained army in a siege.

Instead, after the soldiers and knights who were on guard were transferred out, the city was attacked and captured by savage and ferocious beastmen in a night raid, which was truly absurd.

Meanwhile, in Count Dorne's lavish banquet hall.

“Puff——!!”

The melodious piano music and the nobles' laughter in the luxurious banquet hall came to an abrupt halt, replaced by the guards' shrill screams filled with terror.

The body of a guard, clad in chainmail and a bucket helmet, crashed onto the dining table like a boulder launched from a catapult, breaking the long table laden with lavish delicacies and wine in two. Crimson wine mixed with meat juices splattered everywhere!

This extravagant and decadent banquet has been transformed into a bloody slaughterhouse.

The blood-stained, twisted, and mangled corpses of guards stained the clean marble pavement and luxurious white dining tables in the banquet hall with streaks of glaring, ferocious crimson.

In a more distant corner, there were piles of noble corpses.

As the lord of the Earldom of Dorne, Chris was extremely protective of his safety, and even at banquets, the security was extremely tight, with no fewer than thirty knights accompanying him.

Upon seeing Asmodée, the terrified Chris abandoned all attempts to curry favor with the noble lady and, like the other nobles, mingled with the screaming ladies and maids fleeing in terror, hysterically calling for his guards as he ran, his heart pounding with fear.

Even though the Knights of Dorne had to withdraw some of their guards to advance due to the current war, Chris left 24 knights with him, along with 130 Earl's personal guards to protect the castle.

Upon hearing the count's call, the twenty-four knights guarding the perimeter, equipped with knee-high chainmail and breastplates, quickly drew their longswords and rushed in, accompanied by more than thirty of the count's personal guards, who were dressed in chainmail and iron armor.

However, the knights and guards who rushed in were now reduced to scattered pieces of flesh and blood in the banquet hall, like fresh chunks of meat thrown into a meat grinder.

The sword-wielding arm, broken and twisted like a withered branch, the armored thigh, bent and broken with a smooth cut, the chest of the corpse sunken, the unclaimed skull rolling away—these scarlet pieces of corpse, mixed with dripping blood and rotten flesh like minced meat, turned this luxurious banquet hall into a feast of blood and flesh.

Meanwhile, the terrified Count Chris, the fat pig, was currently in the center of this feast of flesh and blood, his trembling head held by Asmodie with one hand, as Asmodie lifted his greasy body off the ground.

At this moment, Chris's beady eyes, squeezed by fat, no longer held any of the arrogance and haughtiness of a count; all that remained was trembling with terror and despair.

He looked into Asmodeus's deep, indifferent black eyes, and his heart trembled.

The man before me! He's not human at all! He's a demon! A demon in human form!

He watched as Asmodeus's iron fist, bound with black chains, struck with the force of a forged hammer, smashing the guard's helmeted head into a twisted, shattered disc!

The longsword in the man's hand sliced ​​across the knights' and guards' fragile necks and limbs as precisely as a pharmacist's razor.

Twenty-four knights clad in heavy chainmail and breastplate armor, and nearly forty well-trained count guards, were torn apart by the man before them in just over ten minutes, like a bloodthirsty lion hunting a herd of deer!

"Please, please! Let...let me go!! I, I can give you five thousand! No! Ten thousand! Ten thousand gold coins—!!"

The terrified Count Pig had no chance to throw up a bargaining chip for his life before Asmodie casually crushed his neck. The greasy, trembling pig's body shook for a moment in Asmodie's hand before falling limply to the ground.

Asmodian casually tossed aside the heavy, greasy corpse of the fat pig count in his hand, his deep, indifferent black eyes sweeping indifferently over the lavish banquet that had turned into a bloody slaughterhouse, before looking back at the castle engulfed in smoke.

The resistance within the castle had crumbled, with soldiers and civilians fleeing in screams. Centaurs and herds of hordes of horned beasts roamed the wealthy count's castle, plundering the riches and assets that nobles and merchants had swindled and exploited from the common people.

A centaur ranger breached the last line of defense of the lord's castle, leading savage, bloodthirsty beastmen into the banquet that had already turned into a feast of blood and flesh amidst excited roars and the mournful screams of noble ladies and maids.

Chris's accumulated wealth, including years of hoarding, grain, riches, luxury goods, artifacts, and industrial products stored within the lord's castle, was plundered by the beastmen and carried out of the castle. Even the castle's maids, his alluring mistresses, the noblewomen attending the banquet, and their knightly guards were all taken away in the carriage.

The resisting nobles were all slaughtered by the savage beastmen and centaurs. Their despairing, lifeless heads were hung high on spears and impaled in their burning manors, watching helplessly as their beautiful daughters and charming, noble wives trembled as they were captured by the filthy, savage beastmen.

Like spoils of war, they were tied to wagons by these filthy and savage beastmen and driven deep into their lair.

Under normal circumstances, these noble ladies and aristocratic daughters would surely have been reduced to breeding grounds for beastmen, ravaged and violated to death by their filthy and savage bodies. Not only would they be forced to serve the meritorious beastmen like the lowest of female animals, but they would also be forced to reproduce for the beastmen. Even their sweet milk during lactation had to be offered to the beast king.

But for Asmodie, these women were an important source of followers of his Lord of Pleasure, so he would not waste them.

These well-educated ladies, maids, noblewomen, and mistresses of wealthy merchants not only have various uses, but most importantly, they increase the number of his pleasure devotees.

Entering the second phase, the Lord of Joy bestows blessings, granting his followers the ability to erode and assimilate them into his own faith.

He could then use these pleasure believers as pawns to corrupt female units such as noblewomen, maids, and knights in other territories, and in turn corrupt the nuns, priests, bishops, and holy and noble saints of the church, establishing an underground pleasure cult that reveres only him.

Besides abducting females, these centaurs and horned beasts swept away all the necessities such as money, food, and weapons with the speed and dexterity of autumn leaves before quickly leaving the castle.

Now that the count's castle has been secured, excessive looting would cause problems for its future governance.

Next, all that remains to deal with is the departing Knights of Dorne and their most troublesome commander, Castorly.

Asmodie closed his dark eyes slightly, quietly sensing the crimson blood soul gathering and churning within his body.

The second round of the Blood God's Blessing had gathered nearly a thousand Blood Souls, which was more than enough for the Knight Commander Casterley.

Asmodae tore off his blood-stained breastplate and chainmail, and slowly changed into a clean shirt and trousers with the help of two trembling white-stockinged maids. He then leisurely stepped out of this carnage.

At the entrance, a noble and alluring female knight clad in gilded silver armor, her hand resting on a longsword adorned with platinum roses, silently guarded the opulent white carriage, blocking his path.

The surrounding beastmen and centaurs, despite their covetousness for the Platinum Rose Princess knights, dared only let out bloodthirsty and greedy growls but dared not approach.

Not only did Asmodel issue an order forbidding them from offending the Platinum Rose Knights, but their animal instincts also told them that if they dared to take a step forward, their hundreds of horned beasts and more than a hundred centaurs would be easily crushed like fragile ants by the very Knights they coveted.

The lead female knight commander's meticulously tailored, form-fitting silver armor had been replaced with light, close-fitting, bright silver chainmail. This armor accentuated the mature and alluring female knight's voluptuous body, making her appear both incredibly seductive and alluring, while also showcasing a touch of haughty and aloof female knightly charm. This caused Asmodina's pent-up rage from the carnage to swell even further.

The Knight Commander glanced at the man in front of her, then arrogantly raised her cold and alluring head: "The lady wants to see you."

Asmodeus's fiery black eyes scrutinized the cold yet alluring female knight commander before him, his gaze swirling with emotion.

This elegant and beautiful knight commander is not simply someone who has taken off her full-length silver armor; her plump and firm long legs have also been replaced with extremely sexy and glossy purple suspender stockings.

The light, form-fitting chainmail, at this moment, resembled a shimmering silver, openwork lace dress, barely covering her plump, soft, and supple purple suspender stockings that seemed ready to burst with sweet, juicy nectar at the slightest touch.

With each step of her knee-high silver boots adorned with gilded roses and purple silk stockings, her light, openwork, bright silver chainmail would flutter up and down, making her two fleshy, plump, and juicy buttocks tremble wildly beneath the fluttering bright silver chainmail, creating waves of extremely voluptuous, soft, and oily flesh.

This elegant and aloof female knight commander, beneath her tailored chainmail, was now displaying a lewd and seductive demeanor, completely enticing him to pin her down and violate her on the spot.

Clearly, the noble lady did not intend to antagonize him, and this Knight Commander was a gift from her.

Asmodian's warm, large hand naturally lifted the elegant and aloof female knight commander's light and close-fitting openwork chainmail. His warm, slender fingertips lavishly kneaded and played with the female knight commander's plump, soft, and oily purple suspender stockings, which were as plump and sweet as a ripe, juicy peach.

“Lead the way.” Asmodeus replied with a hint of amusement, his fingertips sliding downwards, into the slippery, soft crevice that exuded a mature, alluring fragrance…

This elegant and aloof knight commander, with her alluring and enchanting golden eyes, glanced at Asmodeus without showing the slightest resistance or disgust. She had already regarded herself as a gift from her lady to Asmodeus, allowing him to violate and ravage her at will.