Blood Emperor Throne

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It could be said that even if Asmody were to press this elegant and aloof knight down in front of a group of knight princesses and those rampaging beastmen, and lift up her plump, firm, fleshy, and mature long legs in glossy purple stockings and violate and ravage them, she would only transform into a cold, alluring, and mature knight princess dog and submit to Asmody.

Chapter 39 The Mature Lady's Rewards and Investments

Led by the elegant and aloof female knight commander, Asmodie met the alluring and charming noblewoman, Olissa, in the luxurious carriage.

However, this meeting greatly aggravated Asmodé's feverishness.

Beneath the slightly ajar carriage door, the noblewoman's plump, mature, glossy black silk-stockinged feet, adorned with delicate and alluring light blue, single-strap, open-toe crystal stiletto sandals, dangled lazily from the crack in the slightly open door.

These alluring and luxurious crystal open-toe slingback sandals wrap around the ankle with silk straps, and a black lace strap with delicate openwork details, enough to arouse any male, softly hooks around this plump and enchanting noble foot.

This already extremely alluring, cool, thin-strapped black lace camisole was barely the size of a palm, and the openwork lace was even adorned with vibrant purple roses that exuded a mature and sophisticated air, making Asmodie's already manic state swell to its extreme.

Stimulated by the alluring and mature noblewoman, Asmodie's large hand slipped under the bright silver chainmail of the knight commander beside him and kneaded her two plump, juicy, and glossy buttocks, which were covered in honey, into an extremely fragrant and tender shape, as if kneading honey balls.

Faced with Asmodie's violation and desecration, this elegant and aloof beauty knight commander, whose husband was a priest, let out soft and seductive moans from between her mature and plump breasts, adorned with a beauty mark.

However, despite being so utterly violated by Asmodeus on the surface, the knight commander's expression remained noble and aloof, as if she were a beautiful knight commander whose common sense had been altered and who was being violated and humiliated by men, obeying her noble lady's orders and handing her over to Asmodeus to be violated at will.

Without her noble lady's orders, this man would not have dared to violate or humiliate her like this, let alone even get within three meters of her. In fact, he was now brazenly fondling her plump, firm, and juicy breasts in front of all her knights.

Asmodie, after finishing his meal, casually released the plump and tender female knight's penis beside him, came to the front of the carriage, bent down like a knight on duty, and grasped the lady's plump, tender, and glossy black silk-stockinged feet inside the carriage.

He gazed at the black silk-stockinged feet in front of him, languidly adorned with delicate light blue crystal strappy open-toe high-heeled sandals. The soft, lustrous toes, embellished with alluring light blue nail polish, were gently held in place by slender, elegant light blue ribbons, stretching out in a relaxed manner.

Asmodie's deep black eyes flashed with a beastly heat. His smooth, warm hands brazenly played with and desecrated the noble, mature, glossy black silk stockings in his hands. His fingertips traced the smooth and delicate instep of her black silk stockings, as if he were about to grasp a cannon and start galloping across the battlefield, and he held her round and smooth black silk stockings ankle.

"Mmm~~ What a loyal knight~" A seductive and alluring moan, tinged with languid charm, slowly wafted from the carriage.

Asmodé's perfectly timed actions sent Orisa's already voluptuous and wanton body to its absolute limit. Her plump, ripe vulva, barely covered by a light, form-fitting light blue silk dress, was overflowing with nectar.

Judging from Asmody's grip on her round, delicate black-stockinged ankles and his half-bent, strong waist, this wild and fierce wolfhound knew exactly how to pin down such a noble and mature woman in black stockings, assuming a position of being subdued while resisting her mature black stockings and a powerful split, and then thrusting and pounding her.

This made her love Asmodie, the strong and ambitious wolfhound, even more, and her mature, noblewomanly flesh was now incredibly soft and alluring.

Compared to Asmodel, those so-called proud and composed paladins, those powerful, tall and strong knight commanders, and the rugged and burly knights of the North—these men were not even worth her attention and would never be chosen by her—made her even more uninterested.

Compared to those who are all show and no substance, Asmodie in front of her, with her almost emotionless indifference, her powerful and proactive wildness like a bloodthirsty wolfhound hunting for food, and her marble-sculpted, solid muscles hidden under her close-fitting shirt, every feature made her mature, alluring flesh bloom with nectar, soft and languid.

"As a reward for saving me, this lady~ what kind of reward do you want~" Orisa's languid and charming blue eyes, framed by the openwork lace curtains, looked down at Asmodie with the air of a noble and beautiful empress rewarding her loyal knight.

Her plump, smooth, and glossy black silk-stockinged feet languidly rested in Asmoder's warm hands. The extremely alluring black spaghetti strap lace, with strands of shimmering silver, slid into Asmoder's hands like a gift from Orissa...

Asmody readily accepted the alluring black spaghetti strap lace panties. He had no intention of taking the bait from this mature, gourd-shaped, alluring woman in black stockings, who was now displaying her breasts and alluring curves.

Hunter and prey? He wasn't good at being a docile prey captured by the glamorous, mature, black-stockinged noblewoman in front of him. After all, what he always wanted was to carry her pair of glamorous, mature, plump, glossy, and alluring black-stockinged long legs, press her down and ravage her until her nectar splattered everywhere.

"As for the reward, this is enough." Asmodeus held the black lace camisole, still warm and fragrant with a noblewoman's scent, in his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"However, I imagine that you are quite troubled by how to safely leave the city amidst these rampaging beastmen, Madam? If you wish to seek further cooperation, I, Asmod, am willing to engage in in-depth and detailed cooperation with you."

"Oh?" Olissa raised her charming eyebrows slightly, her full and fragrant lips curving gently.

If it were any other man, he would probably wag his tail and climb up like a lowly, fawning lapdog after she made this declaration of love, then lift up her elegant, sophisticated crystal high heels and black stockings, only to be trampled on in the face by her with a contemptuous and disgusted expression, as if she were a queen on high.

Asmodae, however, remained rational and conveyed three pieces of information in a single sentence.

The potential cooperation between the two, the beast-men hordes he controlled, and the deeper transactions that her mature, alluring flesh craved.

She liked Asmoder, a rational and intelligent man, even though such a big wolfhound was more difficult to control and tame, and required more training methods to keep him by her side.

However, it is precisely because she possesses reason, intelligence, and a steady judgment that the man before her is the loyal wolfhound she desires most, rather than those obsequious and incompetent lapdogs. Once tamed by her, he can bring her even greater satisfaction.

Her languid, soft, mature, glossy black silk-stockinged feet casually kicked off one of her light blue strappy open-toe high-heeled sandals, and swayed slightly with a charming arc in front of Asmodie's haughty and ferocious head.

"Then~ let's talk about negotiation~ my big wolfhound~"

"As for them, there's no need to worry. They are all my personal guards; otherwise, I wouldn't have given them to you as a gift."

Asmodie glanced around at the imposing Platinum Rose Knights, a playful glint in her eyes.

The Platinum Rose Knights, with their proud and elegant appearances and firm, voluptuous figures, were almost on par with his Purple Nightingale Knights, who had received the blessing of the Lord of Pleasure.

Moreover, as the personal guards of this beautiful and mature noblewoman, most of the members of this Platinum Rose Princess Knights Order are plump and mature, with soft, gourd-shaped figures and honey-like breasts. The elegant and aloof princess knight leader is a beautiful princess knight whose breasts are so full that they seem to overflow with honey when touched, which is exactly to his liking.

“Then, I can discuss the cooperation negotiations with you, Madam.” Asmodie’s warm hand glided over her shapely, mature, and smooth black silk legs, as soft and plump as jade, and slowly slid up her thighs, only to be stopped by a light blue lace folding fan.

“I’m a married woman~” Orisa chuckled softly, her laughter carrying a hint of spring.

Asmodeus stopped his probing and smiled, "In that case, I will explain it to you in detail."

“I can escort you away from the troubles of the beastmen and the hordes of wild animals, and I can also help you settle down in this border earldom. Furthermore, I can leave you a manor in this border earldom so that you can come here at any time to relax and rest.”

"What an enticing offer!" Orisa's spring eyes grew increasingly languid, sparkling with hearts.

Asmodie, standing before her, offered three bargaining chips: first, he possessed the means to control the beastmen herd; second, he could completely bring this fragmented border earldom under his control and would hand over the initial investment rights to her.

The third bargaining chip... is naturally her mature and alluring noblewoman, who can come here at any time and be pinned down by his wild and strong wolfhound, who can hold her moist, tender, and noble buttocks and succumb to his lust.

She had heard of many methods for controlling the Beastmen within the Empire, which was not surprising, since the Beastmen only respected the strong, as long as they were not discovered by the Church and treated as heretics.

But in this man's hands, these beastmen, who were originally used as cannon fodder by nobles and lords, were able to defeat noble knights. This not only demonstrated Asmodian's leadership ability, but also meant the infinite potential of the beastmen race.

She was not surprised by the ability to integrate the border Count territories.

She had just witnessed this tall, strong wolfhound single-handedly hack and shred Count Chris's personal guards and knights. Considering that he had integrated Castella's abilities within a month, it was clear that this man could do the same.

And one last point...

"Then, as a return gift, Daisanna..."

"Yes, ma'am."

As Orissa's alluring and languid voice faded, the cold and elegant female knight commander walked gracefully to Asmodeus, lifting her light and form-fitting gleaming silver chainmail.

A pair of large, plump breasts, resembling steamed honeydew melons that seem to drip with rich, creamy nectar at the slightest touch, were tightly wrapped in an extremely taut, bright purple, semi-lace bra, their alluring flesh trembling as they peeked out from under the close-fitting chainmail.

She maintained this extremely alluring and seductive posture, gathering her loose golden hair from her forehead with her jade-like hand, and came to Asmodeus. She bent down in front of him, wearing elegant white gold rose knee-high silver boots, and pressed her two plump, juicy, and glossy buttocks, covered by a bright silver chainmail skirt, onto Asmodeus's high-heeled silver boots.

Under Asmodeus's unrestrained and passionate gaze, she used her sensual, full red lips to untie Asmodeus's restraints, gently pulling her two plump, ripe, honeydew-scented breasts from her already soaked, sticky, and slippery bright purple semi-sheer bra, and with extremely gentle movements, tremblingly pressed them against the monstrous beast that had sprung out to press against her tender flesh...

And this elegant and alluring female knight commander, in this open public place blocked by a group of female knights and carriages, opened her sticky, ripe lips and lowered her beautiful, alluring head in a charming manner...

This also means that Asmodée's deal with this glamorous and mature noblewoman has been completed.

Next, all he needs to do is devour the Knights of Dorne and bring the Earldom of Dorne under his control, and he can then secure a crucial investment for the development of his territory from this noble and alluring lady in black stockings.

Chapter 40 Night Attack

At midnight, on the banks of the Rue River, the fishing town of Catollus has changed hands once again.

The town, which had been captured during the day, was recaptured by the advancing Knights of Dorne as dusk approached.

In the center of the town square, the silver laurel longsword banner of the Knights of Dorne fluttered, while nearly a hundred savage and filthy beastman corpses were piled up along the town's riverbank.

The heads of these beastmen were all severed and strung together on sharpened wooden stakes, forming a circle around the town to intimidate them.

In the town center, the manor that originally belonged to that nobleman from Catorus had been completely emptied by the Beastmen and occupied by the Knights of Dorne.

Inside Castellet's tent, the lights shone brightly. The proud knight commander leaned against a desk, scrutinizing the map before him.

Before him stood his composed second-in-command, Martell, who gripped the hilt of his sword and meticulously analyzed the current situation for him.

"According to the scouts, after we began our advance, the Castellan army seemed to have noticed and quickly withdrew from the town of Catorus, the village of Tod, and the town of Anriel, all the way back into the territory of Viscount Borot."

"The Purple Nightingale Knights, who had been raiding everywhere, also retreated into Viscount Bolot's territory along with Viscount Castella's army."

The tall and imposing knight's second-in-command, Martell, frowned as he looked at the knight commander sitting beside him.

"Judging from the swift and decisive decision-making of the Castelian army, they received the information very quickly and accurately, proving that they received the news about three hours after we set off, as can be attested to by the surviving soldiers and townspeople of Catorus."

"Judging from the time and distance, they are likely to have deployed a scout team near Dorne Castle, most likely cavalry scouts, to monitor our movements at all times."

Caslett tapped lightly on the desk in front of her with the fingertips of her heavy silver gauntlets, her indifferent gaze sweeping over the map.

"Is everything from Castellania intelligence?"

He certainly knew that the Castellan scout cavalry hidden right under his nose was the same centaur cavalry that had wreaked havoc in the Earldom of Dorne.

This centaur herd, equipped with standard chainmail and steel-tipped lances that could only be forged by humans, deliberately chose to appear and plunder the territory of the Earl of Dorne while Castella was suppressing a rebellion.

They only plundered the assets of nobles, abducted noblewomen, maids, and princess knights, but did not plunder the common people, food, church, and common people's assets that were most important for maintaining the territory.

It's practically blatantly obvious that they have a human force supporting them.

It's just that Chris, that idiot, never believed it.

However, we can't be too harsh on Chris, that fat, idiot who only knows how to do nothing but believe it. After all, there is no precedent in the history of the Empire for taming beastmen.

Beastmen are filthy, savage, and intellectually deficient. Apart from a small number of orc and centaur tribes, the vast majority of beastmen are extremely hostile to humans and hate them to the core.

In addition to their deformed bodies and clumsy hands that can't even hold a gun, it would be extremely difficult to tame them for farming or metallurgy, let alone train them to fight as soldiers or cannon fodder.

Moreover, in the vast majority of cases, nobles and lords who attempted to tame the beastmen ended up being torn apart and devoured by the rioting beastmen. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam/advertisement.)

Furthermore, since the church condemned the Beastmen, these impure and deformed creatures, as heretics, no one would bother to tame them.

They have no utility, no combat ability, and are even born brutal. In addition, most of them are intellectually deficient and full of rebellious thoughts, and they often occupy many rich forest lands.

Therefore, in the eyes of the high and mighty Count Chris, only the wild and sexy female centaurs, the alluring harpies, and the seductive snake-woman were considered valuable among the beastmen.

“According to the survivors’ descriptions, Castella’s army this time seems different from the past,” the adjutant Martell said thoughtfully.

"Castelia's current military strategy is to advance in phalanxes, mainly composed of pikemen, with halberds and swords and shields as support. The Purple Nightingale Knights, who used to be the main force, are now tasked with cutting off the battlefield and launching flanking attacks."

"Oh?" Castells raised an eyebrow, showing some interest.

With infantry as the main force and cavalry cutting through the formation and launching flanking attacks, this is a military reform that a fiefdom noble could not possibly undertake.

The advantage of the fief system is that it reduces military maintenance costs and minimizes the losses from war while maintaining a certain level of elite knightly strength.

However, the army under the fief system absolutely lacked this level of organization. These proud nobles did not listen to any class other than the superior lords. Apart from forming a group to charge, they would not cut through the formation and launch a surprise attack on the flanks for those lowly conscripted militia.

Just as he was about to ask again, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the tent.

"Halt! This is the camp of the Knights Commander Castelli! Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter!" The knights guarding the camp shouted coldly, but it was clear that the newcomers had no intention of listening to them.

"I have urgent intelligence from Earl Dorn! A letter from the Earl himself! Get out of my way!"

The next moment, a count's guard, wearing chainmail and a light blue robe, covered in blood, smashed through the two Dornish knights guarding the tent entrance, rushed into the tent clutching a bloodstained letter, and roared almost hysterically.

"Urgent report!! Beastmen have attacked the castle!"

"Over four hundred beastmen have surrounded the castle! They're attacking! The gates have been breached! The defenders are in dire need of help! The beastmen have stormed into the castle! Lord Dorn urgently requests the recall of the Knights!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere inside the tent instantly turned deathly silent, and the faces of all the knights present became solemn.

Their worst fears came true: after the Knights of Dorne set off, Chris, that incompetent fool, actually had his home raided by those lowly and filthy beastmen.

But what puzzled them was how the Beastmen could possibly breach the high walls and thick walls of Dorne Castle.

Martell waved away the two Dornish knights, stepped forward, glanced at the Earl's guards in front of him who were panting and clearly exhausted from running, took the envelope, glanced at the wax seal and handwritten letter that belonged only to the Earl, and looked at Castorly behind him with a solemn expression.

"The letter is genuine, as evidenced by the wax seal, and the handwriting is indeed that of the Earl."

In the empire, wax seals were one of the most important tokens of identity. Ordinary nobles would only cast one seal to carry close to their bodies, mostly in the form of rings or personal seals.

After the seal was cast, the craftsman would destroy the mold to increase the credibility of the only wax seal in the hands of the nobleman.

A wax seal combined with a handwritten letter already places it at a very high level of credibility within the empire.

However, the lieutenant of the knight commander had no idea that the wax seal and handwritten letter in his hand were indeed genuine, but they were written by the fat Count before Asmodie broke his neck, forcing him to write them with tears streaming down his face.

Castellet reached out and took the envelope. He first glanced indifferently at the count's guard who was slumped on the ground, panting, then took the envelope, confirmed the wax seal, tore open the letter, and frowned deeply.

The letter was urgent and brief. Dorne Castle had been attacked by a large number of Beastmen, and the Knights of Dorne had been recalled to reinforce the castle. A small group of Dorne Knights and Martell were leading the army of Dorne nobles to continue the advance.

Judging solely from the letter and its wax seal, Castile could find no fault with it; even the hasty and panicked handwriting revealed the panic and weak mentality of that incompetent, fat Count.

But Castile had a vague feeling that the letter was somewhat misleading.

However, the current situation leaves him no choice.

“Martell, you will lead a contingent of knights to garrison Catorus.” Caslett quickly gave the order, taking the silver helmet with a visor from the two guard knights behind him.

“Leave three hundred soldiers and twenty knights to garrison, and I will lead the remaining knights and one hundred knights to reinforce them.”

"Yes, Commander." Martell and the other Dornish knights all knelt on one knee in salute.

After some maneuvering, Caslett selected about fifty knights and squires, who traveled lightly and quickly toward Dorne Castle. The remaining two hundred noble soldiers changed into lighter linen-linen robes and carried swords and shields, and marched with the army.

Martell watched as Castile's figure headed towards Dorne Castle, then began redeploying the defenses of Catorus, working until midnight before finally returning to his tent, leaning on his longsword.

But just before returning to his tent, his breathing suddenly stopped. A deathly palpitation, like a cold, bloodthirsty serpent coiling around his heart and baring its venomous fangs, forced him to draw his longsword almost instinctively!

"Qiang——!"

Just as he drew his sword, a chilling, blood-stained sword light, reflecting the pale orange glow of the fire, abruptly cleaved through the thick woolen animal hide tent before him! It slashed towards his face, where he wasn't wearing a helmet!