Blood Emperor Throne

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Asmodeus was free to do whatever he wanted with her elegant, sexy, fair, and delicate light blue crystal high-heeled sandals.

The ferocious beasts claimed the flawless, elegant, and beautiful feet of the noblewoman, and the exquisite, smooth, and lustrous feet of the knight in her silver boots, as their exclusive possessions in the deep night forest.

Chapter 6 Joyful Blessing

The next morning, a thin mist gradually filled the forest.

The stench of blood from last night had long since dissipated, and the remaining bits of meat and bone fragments had been devoured by wild beasts and vultures.

The first rays of dawn, like a dense golden veil, fell hazily.

Beside the extinguished campfire, Asmodie, who had returned from the shallow stream, put down the three cleaned fish he was holding, skewered them, and poked at the fire to rekindle the embers he had preserved the night before.

After placing the three fish on the fire, Asmodie drew his longsword, which was already riddled with nicks, from his waist in the morning light.

The biggest difference between a regular steel sword and a fine steel sword is durability. This cheap steel longsword was already considered durable enough to last until it broke down after cutting down fifty horned beasts.

The silver flame longsword used by the Lord Commander of Dorne was forged by a magic craftsman who selected a rare metal blank and engraved it with magical runes.

Enchanted runes can enhance sharpness and toughness, and add magical attributes such as fire or poison that ignore armor. They are extremely useful, but also extremely expensive.

An enchanted weapon can typically be worth thousands or even tens of thousands of gold dir.

It should be noted that a border lord in a slightly impoverished area might only earn a meager thousand gold dirs a year.

He glanced at the unusable, broken longsword, tossed it into the carriage, replaced it with a better one, and then loaded the crossbow at his waist with arrows, but did not string it.

The beastmen he faced last night could easily slaughter the inferior horned beasts, and the horned beast horde was no more than the level of ordinary militia.

However, the individual Angry Horned Beast among the horned beast herd is slightly more difficult to deal with than a single knight. If those five low-ranking knights were to face this Angry Horned Beast, there is a high probability that three of them would be taken away.

The skull and blood soul of the Beastman were also extremely inferior, filthy, and deformed.

The bloodsuckers released last night slaughtered at least two hundred beastmen in the forest within an hour of their existence. Most of them were horned beasts and inferior horned beasts, and there were also two angry horned beasts. However, the quality of the skulls and blood souls they obtained was only barely comparable to those of the twenty sword-wielding attendants.

Clearly, his plan to collect blood souls by mass slaughtering the beastmen in the forest is unrealistic, since individual beastmen are too weak and the blood souls sacrificed are only from Angry Horned Beasts.

Even horned beasts can only bring a weak boost. As for inferior horned beasts, they only provide a trace of blood soul that is better than nothing. Moreover, one must endure the extremely restless and filthy erosion brought about by slaughtering inferior horned beasts. Only exotic species such as angry horned beasts and great horned beasts can be considered high-quality.

Besides the Blood Soul, he also gained some unexpected benefits last night...

Asmodian closed his eyes, and before his pitch-black vision, two runes of different colors appeared in his mind.

A blood-red weapon, with a sword and axe crossed and eight blood spears at the rear, is the blessing of the Blood God. It enhances physical strength and power by accumulating blood souls. Blood souls acquired in battle can heal injuries and come with the skill of Blood Summoning.

At the same time, this Blood God's Blessing also comes with another skill, Blood Seal: engrave a blood seal to transform into a bloodthirsty demon.

The other one, a pinkish-purple one, had six pale purple crescent moons intertwined with pale purple twisted tentacles, exuding a corrosive and depraved desire. It was a new divine gift that brought him enhancements in perception, speed, and the like.

However, the way this Lord of Pleasure ascends is rather depraved, relying on and collecting followers. The stronger he is and the more followers he collects, the higher his blessings will be.

The first stage granted him the skill to control his followers, which was the pinkish-purple slave mark that appeared on the lower abdomen of the female knight last night.

The followers who are marked with the slave mark will be completely controlled by him, from soul to body. It is a skill that makes it extremely convenient to control and manage territory.

However, there are also many restrictions. First, it is limited to females only, regardless of whether they are human or of another species, but they can only be females.

Secondly, in the first stage of the slave mark, the recipient must behave docilely and not resist or defy the mark, otherwise it will become ineffective and go berserk, turning the believer into a depraved puppet.

Moreover, in the first stage, the function of the slave mark is limited to controlling the physical body, obeying commands, and providing a certain degree of blessing sharing.

After the second stage, the believer's physical condition can be detected, and the slave marks will have a greater effect on the believer, with additional slave marks of the types of punishment, control, corruption, desire, and obedience, which can be stacked.

As for the third stage of hypnosis and brainwashing, and the change of common sense... we'll have to talk about that later.

This skill can make it easier to puppet the Countess of Castella and the noble and charming female knight commander of Castella, who is also Sera's mother.

While emphasizing territorial loyalty makes controlling the territory convenient, he only considers this skill as an aid in governing the territory and has no intention of indulging in the abyss of depravity.

Moreover, conquering that countess and that beautiful knight commander through one's own efforts would yield a greater blessing and enhancement effect than inferior methods.

After composing himself, Asmody opened his jet-black eyes again, sprinkled a pinch of salt on the sizzling fish grilling by the campfire, and squeezed out a few drops of sour fruit juice.

The lifestyle of the nobles in this world is not much different from that of the Middle Ages in the previous world. Even when they travel, they carry fine salt, refined white bread, fresh fruit and expensive silk clothing.

For a farmer, having a handful of coarse salt, coarse bread, and a few pieces of smoked meat to make soup with soft bread is considered a luxury.

At that moment, a slight rustling sound behind him made Asmodie turn around and look behind him, his hands still moving.

The first rays of dawn, the aroma of grilled fish, and the crackling of the campfire made Katharina, who was lying lazily by the campfire covered with a soft blanket, flinch and slowly open her pair of noble and aloof light blue eyes.

She glanced at the soft blanket covering her, then at Asmodie sitting by the campfire preparing breakfast. She was startled at first, then remembered last night, and a blush rose on her face. She wrapped herself in the blanket and dragged her soft, limp body to her feet.

"Awake?" Asmodeus asked casually, as if to greet him.

"Hmm..." Katharina brushed the chestnut curls that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear, her alluring eyes filled with spring. The lingering sweetness of last night still made her feel weak and powerless.

She gently lifted the soft blanket, looking at her disheveled bright red spaghetti strap dress and the two snow-white breasts, still bearing faint traces of love, that trembled slightly outside the dress. A blush crept onto her alluring face.

"How far is it to the castle?" Asmodie asked, handing over shredded grilled fish and a piece of white bread.

"If we set off in the morning, we should be able to enter the castle by nightfall."

Kasrina gracefully lifted the straps of her suspender skirt, pulling it down to cover her snow-white, honey-like buttocks. With elegant movements, she stretched out her long, slender, fair, rounded, and well-proportioned feet, slipping them into the light blue, thin-strapped, high-heeled, open-toed sandals scattered to the side.

However, after slipping these strappy open-toe stilettos onto her delicate, smooth feet, a slightly sticky sensation caused Katharina's alluring face to flush slightly.

She then remembered... that her elegant and sexy bare feet, and those cool and delicate light blue strappy high-heeled open-toe sandals, had been marked as Asmodie's exclusive property last night...

“There’s no need to worry about the castle’s defenses.” She tried her best to maintain the elegance and grace of a noblewoman, gently gathering her chestnut-brown wavy hair that had fallen loose the night before, and sat down beside Asmodeus, speaking softly.

"Although most of the knights and nobles have rebelled, the castle still has twelve of my mother's personal guard knights, and the guards number about fifty, all of whom are skilled. There is no problem in defending the castle."

As they were talking, a tall and graceful figure lifted the curtain of the tent beside them.

Good morning, Lady Kasrina.

The knight Sera looked at the noblewoman sitting lazily beside Asmodie, nodded slightly in greeting, gathered her waist-length golden hair and tied it into a neat ponytail, then sat down by the campfire.

At this moment, the knight Sera had changed into a dashing white shirt with a tight waist and fitted trousers. Her graceful, tall, sexy, and proud figure was outlined by the shirt and trousers, making her look extremely heroic.

But in Catherine's eyes, the knight who stepped out of the tent at this moment... seemed a little ambiguous.

Her noble and beautiful fair face still retained a hint of alluring blush, and her usually cool and beautiful golden eyes now seemed like those of a newlywed wife, swirling with a captivating charm.

And, perhaps it was just her imagination...

The knight before her, with her graceful and tall figure, had become even more voluptuous and sexy, exuding the charm of a newlywed wife. The heroic spirit in her noble and aloof golden eyes had faded slightly, replaced by the alluring charm of a newlywed knight.

Those already proudly erect and plump breasts seemed even more fragrant and alluring.

Even the tight, white, sheer shirt was stretched so much that the buttons almost popped off. Through the gap between the shirt collar, a deep, warm, and smooth cleavage was vaguely visible. Underneath the shirt, which was already stretched to its limit, soft, slippery ripples swayed as if it were about to burst under the weight.

The knight's long, firm legs, as smooth and sculpted as icicles, and her plump, rounded buttocks, outlined by tight-fitting trousers, were even more exquisite and graceful.

Compared to her aloof and noble beauty last night, the female knight now exudes a more alluring and seductive charm that would make anyone's mouth dry at first glance. The allure in her bright golden eyes is even more captivating and seductive.

"Good morning, Sera." Catherine snapped out of her daze and greeted her with a smile, only to notice that the corner of the knight's full, sexy, and luscious red lips seemed to be stained with a thick, milky liquid.

"Sera, there seems to be something on the corner of your lips...?" she pointed out curiously.

Sera paused, looked away slightly, and answered softly, "It was the milk I drank this morning."

As she spoke, she brushed the stray golden hairs from her forehead behind her ear with her delicate hand, her fingertips gently wiping the small nipple at the corner of her lips, her alluring eyes filled with a slightly dreamy look.

The knight parted her crimson lips slightly, releasing a sticky, alluring fragrance. She extended her delicate tongue and licked the milky substance from her fingertip, then slowly took her entire slender, glistening finger into her red lips. As they parted, a glistening trail of moisture stretched longer and longer along her smooth finger and soft, fragrant tongue…

This enchanting spring scenery made Katharina blush, and she also roughly understood what this milk was...

Breakfast was spent in an ambiguous atmosphere between the two women.

After breakfast, Asmodée efficiently extinguished the campfire, tidied up the tent, fed the horses, filled the water jug, and tied up the tent flaps and other items, loading them onto the wagon. He was extremely quick in his work.

Afterwards, Asmodel took over as the coachman, and Catherine found herself becoming increasingly dependent on him without even realizing it.

After tidying up, we headed towards the castle.

The speed of a carriage cannot compare to that of riding a horse alone. In addition, they had to avoid the rebels' roadblocks, and it was not until noon that they had barely covered half the distance.

Along the way, they encountered several groups of roaming beastmen, mostly horned beasts and inferior horned beasts, all of whom were slaughtered by Asmodian alone.

What made Catherine a little jealous was that after slaughtering those groups of beastmen, her personal guard, Sera, would always leave the carriage with this detestable man and disappear for a long time.

After being separated for more than an hour, the noble and beautiful knight finally emerged from the grove, tidying her long, golden hair which had been styled into an elegant updo. Her alluring face was filled with a captivating spring charm, and her hair was disheveled, glistening with beads of fragrant sweat.

Her fitted, waist-cinching shirt was also slightly transparent from being soaked with her fragrant sweat, and it seemed to be crumpled and half-open, revealing her snowy cleavage and most of her full, plump breasts tremblingly.

Those tight-fitting trousers, as if hastily put on, showed obvious wrinkles, and the gait of her long, sexy, and slender legs was slightly ambiguous and strange, as if she were walking on waterlogged boots, sticky and uncomfortable.

After Sera returns, Asmodie will also emerge from the grove.

Faced with the lady's shyness and inexplicable jealousy, he would always forcefully pull her voluptuous and sexy body into his arms and slap her moist and plump buttocks.

This would naturally provoke the noblewoman's embarrassment and reproach, but in most cases she would only glare at him with shame and anger.

Sera whispered a few words in Catherine's ear, earning a glare of embarrassment from the noblewoman, before returning to the carriage to tidy her long hair.

As they continued their journey, the number of roaming beastmen increased.

It is currently summer, the season when beast tides frequently occur in the Ancaru Forest. In the past, at this time, if the border lord did not want his territory to be completely plundered, he would organize militia and guards to patrol the territory and eliminate the beastmen.

However, Castellaia had already dealt with the beast tide and suffered heavy losses. Coupled with internal strife, it had no spare strength to deal with the small groups of roaming beastmen.

Therefore, most of the villages they passed along the way had been attacked and plundered by the beastmen. Some survived, while others were completely looted by the beastmen.

In one of the most tragic villages, houses were burned to the ground, and dozens of human heads were strung together with sharpened branches and placed next to piles of rotting flesh.

A group of deformed and twisted inferior horned beasts and horned beasts, led by an angry horned beast, celebrated this wild carnival in the ruins of a village.

This filthy, savage beast pressed dozens of abducted women down beside a pile of corpses, laughing maniacally as they tore their clothes apart. Amidst their agonizing screams, they pinned their bodies down and wantonly ravaged them.

Upon discovering the knight Sera and Katherina, the beastmen, driven by their ferocity, roared and pounced upon them.

But when Asmodai beheaded the leading Angry Horned Beast, the beastmen's carnival turned into Asmodai's one-sided slaughter.

After slaughtering the beastmen, Asmodie held the horned beast's head in his hand, lost in thought.

The situation... seems a little off.

Now that we're getting closer to the lord's castle, the number of beastmen should have decreased.

After all, the rebels had already ceased hostilities, and Countess Osalia's army now only needed to deal with the Beastmen.

unless……

Sensing something was amiss, Asmodie did not linger and quickened his pace.

As the sun began to set and the sky was shrouded in a hazy twilight, a medieval prismatic castle, nestled in the center of farmland and surrounded by simple three-meter-high brick walls, came into Asmodé's view. It was situated along a tributary of the Rue River.

But by this time, the castle was already shrouded in smoke, and the towering flames burned a fiery cloud into the twilight sky.

Inside the castle, the bloodthirsty roars and shrill screams of the beastmen echoed incessantly, while outside the castle, waves of deformed, inferior horned beasts roared as they surged into the breach in the castle's brick wall.

Upon witnessing this scene, Katharina's face paled slightly, and her alluring eyes trembled.

"There seems to be some kind of monster." Asmodie wrapped black chains around his arm, strung his crossbow, and scanned the smoke-filled castle with his deep black eyes.

"It must be a minotaur." Sera, now clad in fitted plate and chainmail, drew her longsword and coldly stared at the gaping hole in the castle gate that had been brutally hacked open.

"Only a minotaur could break through such a large gap; the beastmen only know how to siege cities with wooden stakes."

“In that case,” Asmodeus looked at Catherine, whose alluring face was gradually turning frosty, “what do you mean? The contract is still valid, but this time, I want to take more money.”

Kasharina's heart skipped a beat when she looked into Asmodeus's deep black eyes, which were now burning with a wild, greedy intensity.

The reward she promised already included her...

And Asmodeus's words... did he also intend to... take down his elegant and beautiful mother... the mother and daughter...?

But now, she had no choice, and besides, what he was actually doing wasn't really greedy...

“Asmodeus.” She gazed into Asmodeus’s cold, dark eyes, which were like those of a lurking wild beast, and bit her red lips.

"Make them repent!"

Asmodée drew his longsword, a blood-red glint appearing in his deep black eyes, his voice clear and indifferent as ever.

"As you wish, ma'am."

Chapter 7 Princess Knight: Cassandra

"Run! Run!!"

"Beastman! Beastman has broken in!"

"What...what monster is that?! It's a Minotaur! Run!!"

The castle, shrouded in smoke and raging flames, echoed with a cacophony of noise and screams, amidst the bloodthirsty roars of the beastmen, reverberating through the fiery ruins.