Blood Emperor Throne

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After his wife had gone to great lengths and used her resources to establish the Xijinji Knights by suppressing the power of the nobility, the first thought that crossed this man's mind was neither admiration nor a desire to protect them.

Instead, after seeing the graceful and sexy figures of these proud and beautiful princess knights, the baron shamelessly asked Dolores to assign several Dawn Gold Princess Knights to act as his "personal" bodyguard princess knights, rotating them every month.

In the Carolant Empire, a nobleman's "personal" bodyguard knight is essentially no different from a nobleman's sex toy. Knowing her husband's temperament well, Dolores immediately rebuked and refused.

Then, the undeterred Baron Caster began to try to flirt with the female knights of the Dawn Gold Princess Knights in various ways, and even tried to coerce them with his baronial status, but without exception, he only received their contemptuous looks and failed every time.

Ultimately, this baron incurred the disgust and contempt of the entire Dawngold Knights, and Dolores strictly forbade him from approaching the Knights' encampment.

After much hesitation, Caster gritted his teeth and, under the disdainful gazes of the surrounding Xijinji knights, flung open the tent flap and entered his wife's tent.

Normally, after nightfall, the Baron is not allowed to enter Dolores's tent, because all the female knights of the Dawn Knights know the lecherous nature of this Baron.

However, to Caster's surprise, the two haughty and beautiful, hot and sexy female knights at the camp entrance did not stop him, the Baron, in the slightest. They merely glanced at him with their haughty and charming eyes, which were full of soft peach hearts, and then let him in.

This would have been impossible in the past. These two sister knights, inheriting the proud nature of their alluring and mature mothers, always showed him only cold contempt, not even deserving a trace of disgust.

What frustrated Castor greatly was that the two female knights no longer looked at him with the same indifference as before. Instead, they looked at him with the arrogant and contemptuous gaze of a cowardly, lecherous, and greedy insect.

The resentful baron could only snort coldly, lift the curtain, and stride inside.

The elegant inner chamber was filled with a sweet and alluring fragrance, the light was dim, with only a flickering candle on the desk illuminating the charming and proud face of his mature and alluring wife, Dolores, flushed with a hint of intoxication.

However, the scene inside the inner tent was not the wanton one that Castor had imagined. On the contrary, apart from the lingering fragrance of mature women in the air, and his wife's alluring, wine-red eyes that shimmered with seductive spring water and a few traces of drunken blush, there was nothing particularly special about it.

Her mature and alluring wife, with her shapely buttocks, was sitting behind her desk in a cool, form-fitting black silk dress, examining the report in her hand by the dim candlelight.

Meanwhile, Morales, the mature and alluring female knight vice-captain, was wearing a tight-fitting white shirt and tight black trousers, exuding a languid and mature charm as she leaned against the desk, explaining the report in detail to Dolores.

Dolores frowned slightly at his sudden entrance, her attitude as cold as ever: "What are you doing here?"

“I…I will…” Castor’s momentum from catching his lover in the act quickly diminished, and he couldn’t answer for a moment.

What did he say? He had just seen what appeared to be a projection of Dolores and Morales engaging in a flirtatious and wanton affair through the gauze curtain.

But when he rushed into the tent, he didn't see the man he expected, and his wife was busy with her daily affairs.

If he dared to say what he had just seen, he would probably be scolded and kicked out by his wife in the blink of an eye.

But the projection he saw through the gauze curtain was real. Could it be... his hallucination?

What puzzled him even more was...

Although he had never seen his beautiful and mature wife wearing a cool silk nightgown before, as a baron, he did know about the various revealing high-slit silk dresses that his wife had custom-made from a seamstress.

His seemingly proud and dignified mature wife, in the sweltering summer, really liked cool and revealing high-slit silk dresses, which were breathable and light, and convenient for taking a shower after working all night.

But at this moment, Dolores changed into a very conservative black tulle halter dress that reached her hips.

Beneath the black, halter-neck silk dress that reached her hips, Dolores's plump, gourd-shaped breasts, resembling ripe, juicy peaches, inexplicably exuded a seductive and alluring charm, like that of a newlywed wife.

The already plump and soft bell-shaped breasts now resembled two plump peaches filled with sweet and ripe milk, becoming even softer and more mellow. The fleshy and ripe black silk peaches, which were like natural birth products, became even more plump and soft, almost tearing the black silk that originally reached the buttocks.

After his beautiful and mature wife gathered her silk skirt and stepped onto the wooden chair, her plump, soft, and juicy black silk buttocks enveloped the entire chair surface in a steaming, fragrant, and warm atmosphere.

As for his wife's alluring, wine-red eyes, glowing with a mature and charming allure in the dim candlelight, now held a hint of intoxicating peach-colored allure. They not only exuded the captivating spring charm of a newlywed wife, but also radiated the intoxicating allure of a submissive woman.

What bothered Castor the most was that his wife's plump, mature, and long legs, clad in black stockings, were now crossed and hooked up in a pair of sexy, unrestrained, bright red spaghetti strap suspenders and sky-high heels, in a way that was completely out of character for her dignified and charming demeanor.

Whenever his wife's beautiful feet, clad in glossy black stockings and red high heels, landed, the crisp, melodious sound of the heels was accompanied by a faint, sticky, wet sound, as if the bright red high heels beneath her mature, tender, and luscious feet were soaked in a thick, sticky paste.

"If you have nothing else to say, please leave." Dolores, already utterly disappointed in her husband, grew even colder at his cowardly reply.

With an air of arrogance and a hint of disgust, she covered her two large, plump breasts, which rippled with the rich, milky scent of ripe milk, as they swayed up and down with each breath. Her bright red high-heeled, silk-clad feet, which had been crossed, came down and came together in a dignified and conservative posture, showing extreme resistance to her husband's gaze.

“Just now, I saw it in the next tent…” Castor shrank back in the face of his wife’s cold tone, but still gritted his teeth and answered.

"Your Excellency, if there is nothing to do tonight, please return to your tent. The commander still needs to discuss tomorrow's military plans."

Morales interrupted Castor, this proud and alluring woman looking at him with disdain as if he were a useless, cowardly piece of trash.

Even under that contemptuous gaze, the greedy, lustful, and cowardly count still fixed his covetous eyes on the mature and alluring female knight.

The once proud, beautiful, charming, and dignified female knight before me has, for some reason… become extremely erotic and exude a mature, seductive charm.

Her proud and beautiful face exuded a seductive and unrestrained charm, her elegant updo was disheveled, and her full, soft lips opened and closed, releasing a sweet and aphrodisiac fragrance.

The light, sheer white shirt and tight black trousers were the basic casual wear of the female knight, but now the shirt was stretched to the point of bursting by the plump, fleshy breasts of this alluring and mature mother, which were constantly accumulating rich milk.

Even though she had tried her best to button up the tight shirt, the juicy, ripe papaya milk still stretched the shirt buttons so much that they almost burst open, spilling out a milky color that exuded a sweet, ripe milky aroma.

As for the soft, plump peaches that resembled ripe, overripe peaches, they stretched the tight-fitting trousers to reveal curves as alluring and plump as overripe, honey-ripe peaches, exuding a seductive and alluring charm.

This voluptuous and alluring flesh of a mother, whether it be the ripe papaya breasts or the braised peach, exudes the sensual and fragrant charm of a mature mother.

As for the Knight's long legs, clad in high-heeled silver boots and outlined by tight trousers to accentuate their plump and healthy curves, they were like his mature and alluring wife, as if stepping on sticky, viscous milk. Every time her plump, fragrant feet in the white silk boots landed, a sticky, wet sound would emanate from the over-the-knee silver boots, which exuded the aroma of a mature and alluring mother.

And for some reason, the knight's plump and firm legs trembled slightly, causing her ripe, fleshy vulva, hidden under her tight trousers, to ripple with soft, feminine waves.

At the same time, Castor also discovered that his beautiful, mature wife and his beautiful, mature mother had been wearing lace necklaces in bright purple and black on their long, jade-like necks.

Facing the baron's timid yet still greedy gaze, Morales coldly wrapped her ample breasts around her to block Castor's view, and said in a cold tone.

"The Baron remains as steadfast as ever."

“Cast.” Dolores, utterly disappointed in her husband, looked at him coldly.

"go out."

Unaware of anything amiss, the baron could only weakly rub his hands together and force a smile before quickly leaving.

But just as he stepped out of the inner tent, from the closed curtain behind him came the wanton moans of his beautiful wife and the seductive knight, mixed with sticky, wet sounds.

"Oh? My husband hasn't... I'm so sorry... I'll use my female knightly skills to make up for the interruption my husband just gave me... ugh... mmm... um ...

"Ugh... I'm sorry... I let that trash see me... Please allow me, this defeated, lustful, slave-like knight, to offer my apology in such a lewd manner...?"

The baron paused, swallowed hard, but ultimately huddled up and fled the tent amidst the contemptuous gazes of the Xijinji knights.

After the Baron left, Asmodie sat lazily behind his desk, listening to the female knight and the beautiful female knight, who were serving him with their plump lips and soft buttocks as they apologized, telling him about the gentle and intelligent widowed female mage.

Interestingly, this widowed sorceress, Alice, shares a similar fate with Dolores; she too is a virgin widow.

Chapter 62 The Defeated Fate of the Dawn's Golden Princess Knights

In this world, there exist arcane arts, divine arts, nature magic, and dwarven runes—these are all special powers.

Arcane magic originates from the magical elements of this world, while divine magic originates from the gifts of the gods, and natural magic originates from the nature of the earth.

There are also some special magical mediums: such as the World Tree of the Wood Elves, the Ocean Elements of the Mermaids, and the Arcane Stones of the High Elves.

Magic, which transcends physics, is extremely mysterious and obscure. Those who can master magical arcane arts are rare talents, one in a million, in the entire Carorant Empire.

Every mage must first be able to perceive arcane magic and record the spells in their spellbook before they can step into the realm of arcane magic.

Divine magic, on the other hand, is something only church pastors and bishops are qualified to perform. Every pastor who receives divine inspiration will possess the ability to perform divine magic, bestowed upon them by the church's deity.

Whether it's exorcism magic that dispels evil and falsehood, or healing magic that cures wounds and diseases, both are forms of divine magic.

In addition, the church has the ability to imprint divine runes onto armor and longswords to achieve the same divine effect as magical enchantment. Furthermore, after being baptized by the church's holy water, the paladins' souls will be protected by holy flames, and their physical constitution will be greatly enhanced, gaining various resistances from soul to body.

Natural magic, on the other hand, is an ability that certain races are born with, such as the five-colored dragons and the metal dragons. As they grow older, they can master various natural magics: dragonfire, gravity, ice and snow, metal, and wind.

Drow elves are born with magic resistance, the ability to summon dark minions, and darksight, while wood elves are born with the ability to communicate with and harness the power of nature.

Dwarven runes, as the name suggests, are forged by dwarves using a forging hammer to imbue weapons and armor with the power of their ancestors. They not only grant the protection and blessings of the dwarven ancestors but also various abilities, such as an explosive hammer or a burning round shield.

As for magical mediums, they are some special and relatively unorthodox magical arcane arts. These magical mediums are only a means of guidance; the real effect comes from the magical ability of the manipulator.

Besides these, the magical elements of nature are also one of the sources of magic in this world. When the magical elements in a certain location converge into a core under various factors, an elemental spirit with the element as its carrier will be formed.

Through Dolores and Morales's accounts of service, Asmodian gradually pieced together information about the gentle and intelligent widowed sorceress, Alice.

Unlike Dolores, this Lady of Brundor inherited the title of Lady of Brundor as the widow of the previous Lady of Brundor.

Her marriage to the previous Viscount Brendor was also a political one. The two had never met before their wedding day. However, just before Viscount Brendor was about to enter the bridal chamber, he was assassinated by a drow elf assassin in the castle and died on the spot.

The lavish wedding turned into a solemn funeral in the blink of an eye. The viscount didn't even get to see his gentle and intelligent wife in her pure and elegant white silk wedding dress before she was transformed into a widow in a long black veil the next day.

Because of this sudden assassination attempt, for which the employer has yet to be found, there are still some rumors circulating about this female mage.

Some say she was actually a witch who sacrificed her husband on their wedding night, while others say she hired drow assassins to kill the Viscount of Brendor on their wedding night so she could inherit the land as a widow.

Subsequently, with her intellectual and gentle demeanor, wise and keen political control, moderate policies, her special status as a third-circle arcane mage, and the influence of her family, Alice successfully won the support of most nobles and commoners in Brundor.

Ultimately, however, no one knows the true reason behind that assassination attempt.

Alice's attitude toward the church was somewhat unusual. This gentle and intellectual widow mage seemed to be quite resistant to, or even disgusted with, the church.

That's understandable. After all, for a mage who is obsessed with knowledge and arcane arts, the church's monopolization of knowledge and exclusive control of the White Tower Library is enough to arouse the resentment of any mage.

For Asmodari, this was the first mage he had ever encountered in the world.

Inside the arena, he had seen many knights and nobles, as well as many other races such as harpies, orcs, green-skinned orcs, and dragonmen. But mages were the first people he had ever encountered.

In the Carolant Empire, the arcane magic wielded by a mage is comparable to that of a fully armored knight order, enough to turn the tide of a battle. Especially for high-level mages, they can determine the success or failure of a battle.

On the battlefield, the arcane magic cast by a single mage formation is enough to engulf an entire heavy armored knight order.

As a third-circle arcane mage, Alice is no weaker than Dolores in terms of strength, and even has a higher weight on the battlefield. This is why she was able to control the Viscountry of Brundor as a widow.

However, Asmodae needs to do one more thing before consuming this widowed female mage.

Starting in the latter half of the night, Dolores kept summoning the female knights of the Dawn Gold Knights into her tent.

When these proud, beautiful, and dashing mature female knights, along with those charming and alluring female knights with plump, voluptuous figures, entered Dolores's inner chambers under her orders, wearing only tight, sheer white shirts and hazy, semi-transparent silk nightgowns...

These proud knights of the Dawn Gold Princess Knights saw their noble and charming knight captain, Dolores, and their beautiful and proud vice captain, Moraris.

The two female knights were a haughty knight with a ripe, gourd-shaped, and alluring buttocks, and a seductive, mature female knight with ripe, milky breasts.

But these two, the beautiful knight captain and the enchanting mother knight vice-captain who occupy the most noble positions in the Xi Jin Ji Knight Order, Mei is not here, is not here, is Lin here, is not here?

At this moment, they were like two defeated female slave dogs, their greasy, oily, and succulent feet, like stewed peaches, trembling as they pressed down on their greasy, oily black stockings with their exposed toes and bright red high heels, and their two fragrant white stockings with their elegant and seductive white pointed toes and red-based strappy high heels, kneeling before a heroic and strong man.

On their long, graceful necks, as swan-like as jade, hung black and purple lace collars, representing their humiliating status after defeat and submission. Two platinum chains, symbols of their submission, connected the two collars, held in the hands of men.

Their usually delicate hands, which held lances and longswords, were now adorned with elegant and alluring black and white lace ring gloves. Their seductive faces, filled with infatuation and wantonness, held the man's menacing and fierce lance, their heads rising and falling in turns, their cold and alluring heads flushed with a drunken peach-colored blush.

The once noble and alluring haughty eyes of these two female knights are now only filled with seductive and luscious hearts. Their plump and tender red lips, which used to issue commands with an arrogant attitude, have now become the exclusive holsters for the men's lances. Their sweet and tender tongues are also cleaning the nectar and semen off the savage and fierce lances.

From the very first second these Dawn Gold Knights stepped into the inner tent, their fate of being defeated, subservient, and reduced to Asmodian's personal armor for the Knights of the Night and the lance covers for the Knights of the Night was already sealed.

The mere smell of the sweet, cloying, aphrodisiac scent emanating from the inner tent was enough to make their flesh go weak and pliable almost the instant they stepped inside.

Pairs of long, stockinged legs, clad in high-heeled silver boots, cool and sexy strappy sandals, or open-toe high-heeled sandals with ankle straps, rubbed together, their juices flowing freely.

The haughty, inexperienced female knights, upon smelling the aphrodisiac fragrance of mature orchids and their beautiful, elegant feet stained with the sticky, nectar-like fluids of mature flowers, instantly lost all their former pride and arrogance, leaving only the thought of defeat and submission.

Their large, hot, sexy breasts seemed to be waiting for Asmodie to violate them, their budding flesh already beginning to secrete desire despite their inexperience.

When those female knights and beautiful female knights saw Asmodie, a ferocious beast far surpassing their husbands and completely overwhelming them with female slaughter, their plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, which were naturally endowed with seductive flesh, defied their will and instantly became Asmodie's naturally endowed female slaves.

The plump, tender abalone and the soft, moist stamens, overflowing with mellow nectar as if waiting to be conquered, caused their long, plump, white, and oily legs, which couldn't help but grind against each other, to tremble slightly and drip with nectar.

Although these proud Xi Jin Ji knights were already aroused by the mere scent of the sensual and cloying fragrance, upon seeing the inner tent covered in traces of intoxicating love, their noble and alluring eyes filled with intoxicating hearts, and their delicate red lips couldn't help but overflow with waves of sweet and cloying fragrance that echoed the aphrodisiac orchid scent emanating from the inner tent.

However, their pride as princess knights still did not allow them to be defeated so easily. However, once they stepped into the inner tent, their fate as the entire Xijin Princess Knights was sealed: to be defeated and subjugated, becoming the harpoons of Asmodian lances.

"Gulp! Kill me?~ Wait... What are you going to do! Ugh... No~ No! Please~~ I~ I'll... I'll apologize properly with my silk stockings and... No~ Gulp!!"

"Ugh... Ugh... No... Help me... No... No way... Come in... Oh my god... Are we going to lose? Ugh!!"

"No~~No!~~Don't do it in front of my daughter!~Goooooo~~~"

"Please~ please~~ my husband is~~~ next door~~ no, not in my husband's~~ oh no??~~ I'm going to lose?~ I'm going to be violated by a man other than my husband~~~ in the tent next to my husband's?~~ ugh oh oh~~"

"Goooooo!! I~ I am~~ the commander's~~ Royal Guard Knight Commander?~ You filthy man?~~~ How dare you put that filthy thing into~~ my silk stockings?~~~ Goooooooo~ No~~ No~ No~~ Don't touch me?~~~ How dare you~~~ put that filthy thing into~~ my silk stockings?~~"

The fate of the entire Dawn Knights was sealed when they became enemies with Asmodian.

Inside the camp of the commander of the Dawngold Knights, the sixty-six Dawngold Knights, including Dolores and Morales, were almost entirely powerless and became Asmodie's exclusive female slave knights.

When the last proud blonde princess knight, with her mature, fleshy buttocks and a body ripe for childbirth, transformed into a seductive, defeated princess knight in flesh armor, her tender lips parted from a horse's mouth, sweet nectar dripping from her lips, her proud and alluring golden eyes covered by a flesh-colored lace blindfold.

Her fair hands were tied behind her back and hung in front of Asmodeus. Her plump, mature legs, covered in glossy, oily stockings and wearing fleshy red-soled, peep-toe high-heeled sandals, were held by Asmodeus.

He thrust his hips forward, finally slamming into her plump, juicy buttocks, causing them to ripple and sway. Her ripe, peach-shaped breasts swayed wildly, spilling sweet, ripe milk.

The last defeated knight of the Xijinji Knights, in front of her daughter, who had become a defeated female slave knight, bit her horse's bridle and let out a high-pitched, wanton cry. Her eyes rolled upwards, sprinkling ripe nectar and honey onto her daughter's seductive and alluring face.

When Asmody casually tossed aside the battered, upturned flesh armor, the sixty-six Dawn Gold Princess Knights in the inner tent all became his personal defeated princess knight flesh armor.

After surveying the Xi Jin Ji female slave knights lying limp and weak from the civil war,

Asmodian then led Dolores, the noble and charming mature knight, and Morales, the proud and beautiful mature and alluring female knight, by the white gold chains around their necks. With their eyes filled with shyness and wearing only a loose outer robe, they walked out of the tent in sexy red spaghetti strap suspenders and exposed-toe stilettos and sexy white pointed-lip lipsticks with strappy heels.

Their mission was not yet complete; they still had to subdue the gentle and intelligent widowed mage for Asmodian.