Blood Emperor Throne

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Asmodé moved his perfectly healed right arm, his indifferent black eyes meeting Angel's trembling gaze.

"You monster!" Angel roared, but the next moment Asmodeus rushed forward and suddenly grabbed the longsword in his hand, and a trickle of blood flowed down the blade.

The nobleman, who had received military training since childhood, raised his head, and a pair of dark, deep, and indifferent eyes came into view. He subconsciously wanted to discard the longsword, but it was too late!

Asmodie gripped the sword's edge with his bare hands! He lifted the knight's 300-pound body, armor and all, into the air and slammed him into the charred ruins already burned black by the flames of fury!

Before the nobleman's body could roll off the broken wall, Asmodie mounted his warhorse and pressed his proud head against the charred wall from behind, then spurred his horse forward at full speed!

The knight's strong, heavy body was pressed against the wall with one hand, like a blackboard eraser, as he galloped alongside his warhorse, leaving a glaring scarlet bloodstain mixed with minced flesh and bone fragments on the charred brick wall.

Only after galloping across an entire street did Asmodie casually put down the corpse of the noble knight, which had been ground down to just the back of his head, and toss it into the pile of corpses.

This noble and arrogant aristocrat, however, was now treating the corpses of the mercenaries and his soldiers, whom he had previously despised, as equally, piling them up like a mountain.

The bloody battlefield had gradually quieted down, leaving only a few hoarse, desperate groans of the dying and the bloodthirsty, brutal roars of the beastmen.

The remaining soldiers and fleeing knights and squires on the battlefield were hunted down by the centaur rangers. The remnants of the Bloodblade mercenary group were also cut up by the Purple Nightingale Knights, and then, together with Claudia's centaur rangers and centaur horse archers, were hunted down and wiped out.

As for the 150 noble private soldiers, they had by now become spoils of war for the horned beast herd and the angry horned beasts. Their corpses were devoured, and their equipment and weapons were stripped off and transported back to the forest after being organized.

After the carnage on the battlefield ended, the still-bloodthirsty horde of unicorns turned their greedy, fiery crimson gazes towards the panicked civilians in the town of Grutos.

As is customary, after conquering a town or village, they would hold a wild party in that town, wantonly violating and ravaging these delicate, powerless, and helpless human women, and then dragging them back to their nests to serve as sex toys for venting their frustrations and breeding grounds. The men would sacrifice some of them on the spot, and take others back to their nests as laborers and livestock.

But after Asmodian's deep, indifferent gaze swept over them, the frenzied beastmen's fear and trembling vanished, replaced by a panicked dread. They lowered their heads, quickly gathered the spoils and weapons of their soldiers and mercenaries, and retreated into the depths of the forest.

Asmodari, meanwhile, quietly sensed the hundreds of beastman and human blood souls transforming into a tide of blood, gradually filling the skull throne deep within his soul.

886, 887, 888!

As the last nobleman's pure skull rolled into the crimson skull throne, becoming yet another trophy in the pool of skull blood beneath it, accompanied by the clang of a sword and axe, the blood rune of the Blood God deep within his soul lit up with a second skull.

Asmody raised his hand, feeling the increasingly surging and furious power within him. He calmly looked at the pile of blood-soaked corpses in front of him, reached out, and grasped the pile of human and beastman corpses.

As a crimson light shone from the pile of corpses, like a writhing tide of blood, it devoured the hundreds of bodies bit by bit. The flesh gradually withered, the blood dried up, and the skin, bones, and hair turned into ashes that scattered and drifted away.

When the red light faded, the pile of corpses in front of them had disappeared, and eight bloodhounds, each with a body entirely crimson and a size larger than a male lion, lay quietly on the ground.

These eight bloodhounds had massive, muscular bodies devoid of hair, with jagged bone spikes on their backs. Their skin was as red and hard as dried, blood-red lava, with sharp, long claws. They wore spiked copper collars around their necks, and their heads had fin-like, blood-red folds. Their scarlet, menacing fangs, dripping with foul-smelling saliva, made them look particularly terrifying.

Fleshhounds, one of the Blood God's blessings in the second phase, summon eight Fleshhounds with a sufficient amount of flesh and blood. Like the Blood Frenzy Centaur, they will live forever and will not be banished unless beheaded. As they devour flesh and blood, they will grow more robust and powerful, and will also enter the second phase like him.

After entering the second stage, the hound will not only grow larger and transform again, but will also gain a new skill: Bloodseeking.

Once they've set their sights on any prey, they'll follow the scent of the prey's soul to the ends of the earth. No matter how the prey disguises itself or changes its appearance or aura, it can't escape their pursuit.

Asmodai spurred his frightened warhorse forward, looking down at the flesh-and-blood hound at the forefront.

Compared to other hunting dogs, this one was noticeably larger and more robust, with more bloodthirsty eyes. On the other side of its head, there were two bulging fleshy sacs, like skulls about to hatch.

He calmly extended his hand, and the lead hound growled, slowly stepping forward with its thick, scarlet claws, raising its proud head to press against Asmodai's large hand.

“In that case.” Asmody looked at the three heads of the docile flesh-and-blood hound before him.

"Then from now on, your name will be Karanak."

Chapter 24 The Healing of the Purple Nightingale Knights and Their Three Daughters

The bloody fangs of the calamity beasts, like a crimson wave, swept away all the nobles and their possessions of Grutos Town.

Everything was lost, from weapons, equipment, warhorses, and valuables to the grain hoarded by the nobles.

In this battle to purge the nobles, the Calamity Beast Horde suffered the loss of nearly two hundred horned beasts, over thirty Angry Horned Beasts, and seventeen centaurs. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly spam/advertisement.)

The entire herd of horned beasts was almost wiped out, with more than half of the Angry Horned Beasts killed or wounded. Of the forty heavily armored centaurs, seventeen were lost in this single battle, a truly devastating loss.

But for the entire pack, these losses were perfectly acceptable and could even be considered a resounding victory.

After all, they were facing thirty noble knights, a well-trained mercenary group and noble private soldiers. In the past, they would not have been able to defeat this group of human nobles, let alone be defeated. They would have been completely routed if the noble knights had launched a group charge.

Moreover, none of the eight Blood Frenzy Centaurs were killed in the battle, and each of them gained a great deal in the slaughter. Their bodies became more and more robust and powerful, their hooves were covered with a layer of hard blood scales, and their blood-red heavy armor was covered with moving blood patterns.

The female centaur archers, whose role was to harass and fire crossbow bolts, suffered virtually no losses.

As for the Purple Nightingale Knights, their role was to closely follow the Blood Frenzy Centaur and break through the formation, so they suffered virtually no losses, but they were not without injuries. During this mass charge, three of the princess knights were injured to varying degrees.

Coincidentally, these three Purple Nightingale Knights were the same three princess knights and their daughters who were not the same as the three Cassandra mother and daughter.

The Purple Nightingale Knights are not like the Horned Beasts and the Male Centaurs. No matter how much damage those two beastmen-human beast groups suffer, as long as the core beast group, the female centaurs, Claudia, and her relatives are not lost, they can replenish themselves in a very short time by annexing beast groups and absorbing wandering beastmen.

However, every female knight in the Purple Nightingale Knights Order is a carefully selected and trained female knight from childhood. Each one is an extremely beautiful woman. In addition, with the blessing of the Lord of Pleasure, losing even one female knight is a big deal.

Fortunately, this was only a minor injury, and no female knights were lost. Precisely because it was only a minor injury, Asmodie did not intend to use the Life Essence, since there was a more convenient and easier way to heal.

In this noble war, the blood souls of the more than two hundred horned beasts and the more than thirty angry horned beasts were not wasted at all, and the frenzy mixed in among them was not reduced in the slightest. This mother and her two daughters are now in a perfect situation.

The battle ended quickly. The calamity beasts cleared the battlefield and retreated back to the forest, leaving only the Purple Nightingale Knights to take over the town.

Because the town's residents were so frightened at the start of the war that they fled to the town center, and because the battlefield was on the outskirts of the town, the townspeople were completely unaware of the existence of the calamity beasts.

Asmodé didn't care whether there were any witnesses.

It's the middle of the night, and the Purple Nightingale Knights are also there. All we need to do is casually explain that it's a war between the Countess's army and the rebellious nobles; the common people won't care about that.

After entrusting the task of counting the spoils and taking over the town to the knightly mother and daughter, Cassandra, Asmodie led the three exquisite beauties, a mother and daughter, into the camp of the nobleman Angel, amidst the shy and dreamy gazes of the group of Purple Nightingale knights.

"Um~ wait, wait a minute, Karin and Celine are still~~ um~~"

The soft, sensual moans emanating from the tent were almost entirely unrestrained, causing the passing Purple Nightingale Knights to gasp and become more aroused, their long, shapely legs trembling slightly.

Inside this luxurious, pristine white silk tent, a voluptuous, mature, and elegant noblewoman leaned against the table in front of her, her slender waist drooping, gently biting her full, honeyed lips. Her cool, noble, and vibrant purple eyes were filled with an elegant yet alluring mature beauty.

Her plump, white breasts, held roughly down by the man behind her, almost effortlessly ripped open her already thin and tight shirt.

Two plump breasts, wrapped in vibrant purple lace and exuding a rich, creamy milky aroma from the intense battle, trembled and drooped like ripe, milky peaches on tree buds.

Because of Slaanesh's blessing, this female knight, like Cassandra and her daughter, preferred extremely light and fitted white shirts and slim-fitting pencil trousers after removing her armor.

These two plump, soft, and creamy breasts, and the muscular, perky figure outlined by tight-fitting pencil pants, made up for the incredibly voluptuous and moist contours of the female knight.

With a taller, more graceful, and voluptuous figure than other female knights of the same age, she did not appear fat at all; on the contrary, it accentuated her allure and mature charm.

In the castle that day, in order for Asmodeus to be a little gentler when taking his two daughters' virginity,

Susanna, with a shy, alluring charm, swayed her plump, soft, glossy black-stockinged buttocks wantonly, actively and shyly welcoming Asmodie's advances.

The beautiful knight's initiative did indeed calm Asmodie's manic state slightly.

Later, when he took the sweet and mellow nectar of this beautiful mother and possessed his two lovely and charming daughters, he was indeed a little gentler.

However, because the two sisters were shy, they pressed themselves tightly against their already soft and tender flesh, which was soaked in the nectar of spring.

So inevitably, when Asmodie was enjoying the two sisters, he would also ravage Susanna, whose flesh was already soft and weak from being filled with honey.

Faced with this pair of exquisitely beautiful knights, mother and daughters, Asmody quite contentedly took turns enjoying the mother's ripe and tender flesh, the elder sister's smooth and soft flesh, and the younger sister's delicate and tender flesh.

It's unclear whether it was Susanna's overly erotic and vulgar behavior when she begged him to be gentle that led the two sisters astray.

As a result, the two knight sisters did not seem like girls who had just experienced the ways of the world. Like their mother, they transformed into extremely wanton and seductive succubi, constantly exploiting Asmodie.

Inside the castle that time, the mother and her two daughters, radiating a mesmerizing allure, allowed Asmodeus to fondle their uniquely shaped and well-proportioned breasts, riding them with his arms around their distinctive buttocks, listening to the sensual interludes composed of their crisp, seductive, and charming breaths and moans.

From that day until now, the noble, gentle, elegant, and graceful knight Susanna has almost gotten used to serving Asmodée with her two daughters.

Inside the tent, even in front of her two daughters, Asmodie's strong and tall body roughly pressed her onto the table, forcing her to raise her plump and fragrant buttocks, outlined by tight pencil trousers.

She simply let Asmodian enjoy her and her two innocent and lovely daughters with shy, spring-like eyes.

The two young female knights were currently wearing tight-fitting shirts and slim-fitting trousers that accentuated their tall and graceful figures, and were pressed closely against their knights from the side.

The two young female knights, with their equally noble and elegant pale purple eyes, looked at her with a shy yet cool and dreamy spring charm.

The two sisters' slender, jade-like hands, as if by unspoken agreement, were like maids cradling plump, creamy white milk cakes, together lifting up their white, plump breasts that had spilled out from under their ripped shirts, exuding a rich, creamy milky aroma.

"Karin~ um~~ Celine~ no, Mommy~ um~"

Before Susanna could utter a soft moan, it was transformed into a soft, sensual murmur as Asmodie roughly ripped off her tight pencil trousers.

"Mmm~ Oh..."

Her plump, ripe, glossy black stockings, gleaming with a rich, oily sheen, trembled and bounced out like two large, chocolate-covered milk cakes.

And with Asmodeus's extremely brutal possession, it then transformed into a satisfied spring cry.

Karin and Serene, the two sisters, obediently followed Asmodian's orders, opening their soft, fragrant lips to kiss the ripe, plump breasts that had once nourished them...

As Asmody's warm, large hand caressed the sisters' equally tight-fitting pencil trousers.

The girls' snow-white, pert buttocks were each covered by a sheer, alluring black stocking and a pure, delectable, glossy white stocking, both exposed to the air amidst the sisters' shy moans.

Until the early hours of the morning, Asmodie vented his anger on the three stunningly beautiful mother and daughters.

After the release was complete, the luxurious tent was filled with the sweet and fragrant scent of nectar, mixed with the alluring fragrance of mature women.

The mother and her two daughters were thoroughly sedated by Asmodie, their breaths becoming soft and seductive as they gazed at each other's faces, their expressions radiant with intoxication, reaching the pinnacle of their own lives.

They knelt and lay side by side, their plump, soft, and shiny black stockings revealing large, fleshy buttocks, their sweet and moist buttocks in sheer black stockings, and their pure, lovely, soft, and bouncy buttocks in white stockings, one after another welcoming his charging attack.

Then the three of them held hands, their tongues intertwined, their milky, plump breasts grinding and colliding with their soft, tender breasts, all enduring Asmodie's ravaging.

Asmodie piled them up layer by layer, enjoying the mother and her two daughters at will from top to bottom, or embracing them side by side, lifting each other's plump, firm, glossy black silk legs, long and sexy black silk knights, long and jade-like white silk tender legs, letting him ride them.

In the end, the three women, their flesh ravaged and softened, knelt obediently before Asmodeus, opening their plump, soft lips and tender, sweet lips to welcome Asmodeus's final rage.

Chapter 25 The Jealous Knight Commander Cassandra

The takeover and cleanup of the town of Grotos continued into the late hours of the night.

Given the prestige that Osalia had built among the common people through her previous low taxes and moderate policies, the townspeople had little resistance to the Purple Nightingale Knights taking over the town.

After taking over the town, the next step was to inventory and organize the property of the rebellious nobles.

This battle essentially wiped out all the rebellious nobles in Castella, leaving their assets and wealth ownerless overnight.

It took a lot of effort just to take stock of the wealth and assets of the thirty nobles, both high and low.

In the town square, the beautiful Queen Knight Commander Cassandra, having removed her armor, had changed into a light, sheer white shirt and tight-fitting pencil trousers. She was now holding the longsword at her waist, recruiting civilians to tidy up the town after the war.

Since being possessed by Asmodeus and having that extremely ambiguous slave mark implanted in her, she has become increasingly uncomfortable with heavy plate armor. Instead, she prefers close-fitting, lightweight chainmail and light breastplate. Her clothing also leans more towards close-fitting, tight-fitting shirts and pencil trousers, and she doesn't particularly like robes and silk skirts.

“Knight Commander Cassandra.” A Purple Nightingale knight reined in her horse before her, dismounting swiftly before stepping forward to hand her a thick list. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

"This is a list of the nobles' assets. So far, it only lists the wealth that the nobles carry with them and the assets in their manors. The land deeds and assets in villages and towns of all sizes have not yet been fully inventoried."

Cassandra glanced at the list, tidied her stray, disheveled hair, and looked at her daughter Sera, who was reining in her horse and patrolling the town not far away.

"Sera, your mother is going to Asmodie to report on the inventory of the nobles' property. You will be in charge of cleaning up the town and taking over the management."

As Sera gazed at the increasingly alluring and beautiful Princess Knight Mother, recalling the soft, seductive cries of Aunt Susanna and her two innocent daughters that had echoed from the tent as she passed by, a hint of ambiguous rosy light flashed in her bright golden eyes.

She gazed at her mother's breasts, which resembled ripe, fragrant peaches, as if they would drip honey with the slightest touch. She seemed to sense something, but did not speak of it. She simply nodded slightly and said, "Okay, Mom."

After tidying up the list in her hand, Cassandra, with her long sword at her waist, walked into the tent with her plump, firm, and voluptuous long legs in knee-high silver boots.

The high-heeled boots she was wearing were a style that Asmodé had repaired. They weren't the elegant and sexy stilettos, but rather high-heeled, pointed-toe, knee-high boots with a groove in the middle to more effectively hook onto the stirrups.

Compared to the previous flat-soled, grooved style, this improved high-soled boot is more convenient for riding horses and maintaining balance while on horseback. It also makes walking easier after dismounting, making it very popular among the Purple Nightingale Knights.

Of course, in addition to this, Asmodé also specially designed a style of knee-high silver boots with stiletto heels and pointed toes.

Compared to the knee-high heeled boots that the Purple Nightingale knights had previously worn, these high-heeled silver boots featured rounded toes, stiletto heels, and openwork side straps, making them more elegant and noble, which the Purple Nightingale knights greatly appreciated.

What's absurd is that these noble and elegant knee-high silver boots were mostly used when Asmodie carried their knights, who were also wearing knee-high silver boots, on her shoulders and rode around at will.

Having experienced Asmody's violation and possession over the past two weeks, Cassandra has roughly figured out Asmody's preferences. This bad guy seems to particularly like women who share mother-daughter relationships and the like, and he really enjoys defiled their delicate and sexy high-heeled feet.

During these two weeks, whenever she changed into various sexy high heels and stockings, from mature and gorgeous glossy body-hugging pantyhose to glossy and alluring glossy body-hugging black pantyhose, then to glossy and charming lace-trimmed glossy suspender pantyhose and black stockings, and even to glossy and mature bodysuits and black stockings that she wore for training.

Those fragrant, soft feet, wrapped in alluring silk threads, step into various cool and sexy black spaghetti strap open-toe high-heeled sandals, strappy open-toe stiletto sandals, and then into elegant black and red-soled side-cut pointed-toe stilettos and flesh-colored red-soled pointed-toe backless stilettos.

Asmodie would inevitably fill her heels, which exuded the seductive and fragrant scent of a mature knight's feet, with thick, warm white fluid in an extremely blasphemous manner. Even her soft, plump, and fragrant feet would not be spared from being marked as the property of this man.

Such things have happened countless times in tents, groves, streams, deep forests, castle bathrooms, rooms, gardens, and even the Earl's study.

After being violated and taken advantage of by this man in front of the countess or her daughter, she would always change out of her tight-fitting black trousers and put on a light and form-fitting suspender silk dress before going to report on her mission.

When she reports to the Countess or gives instructions to her daughter, a few drops of sticky, warm milk will always slide down her plump, smooth, and glossy thighs. Sometimes, a few drops of milk that haven't been wiped off will remain between her plump, round, white, and honey-smooth breasts.

As for her plump, white, and tender feet, which exude a delicate fragrance, Asmodie naturally wouldn't let them go either.

Sometimes she wears cool and sexy strappy open-toe high-heeled sandals, and other times she slips into knee-high deerskin high-heeled silver boots.

As for the difference between the two, it is the difference between Asmodie holding her plump, fragrant, and soft feet and violating them by overlapping and pressing them together, and the difference between her trampling this man under her fragrant, soft, fleshy feet with an arrogant and contemptuous attitude.

At such times, she would adopt an arrogant and noble queenly demeanor, slipping her soft, white feet into a pair of exquisite and sexy white open-toe suspender sandals.

She allowed this beast-like man to brutally claim her plump, fragrant feet and cool, elegant strappy open-toe high-heeled sandals as his possession.