Blood Emperor Throne

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The beastmen who stormed into the castle grinned and brandished their blood-stained stone axes and machetes, venting their darkest and most ferocious desires within the human count's castle.

The soldiers defending the city and the conscripted militia tried their best to maintain their sanity, which was on the verge of collapse, amidst the commander's roars, but the battle line continued to retreat, and civilians screamed as they tried to escape the furious claws of the beastmen.

Soldiers clad in iron-plated leather armor and wielding round shields and longswords swung their swords and shields, their steel swords slicing off one beastman's head after another.

But the beastmen's ferocious and bloodthirsty rage almost instantly overwhelmed the few dozen soldiers, who were now surrounded by hundreds of beastmen.

The militiamen trembled as they thrust out their spears to form a wall of spears, attempting to resist the bloodthirsty tide.

But when several angry horned beasts roared and swung their blood-stained, rusty iron axes, smashing through the spear wall and charging into the militia ranks to slaughter them, the remaining morale collapsed instantly.

Morale is waning, courage has vanished within the burning castle, and the faint hope in people's hearts is fading away.

The battle lines continued to collapse, and the agonizing screams of civilians and the bloodthirsty, ferocious roars of the beastmen constantly spurred the remaining soldiers to their senses.

"Your Excellency! Get in the carriage quickly! We must escape the castle immediately!"

At the shattered gates of the lord's castle, a noble and alluring female knight raised her blood-stained longsword and beheaded a monstrous, wrathful beast. Her elegant and charming golden eyes, shimmering with the allure of spring water, surveyed the broken street before her. Beneath her helmet, her beautiful and mature face was icy cold.

When this noble and alluringly mature knight, with her naturally plump and alluring flesh, exuding a seductive charm like a ripe fruit almost dripping with honey, appeared on the street,

It was like throwing a ripe, tempting fruit into a savage horde of wolves, instantly stirring the most restless desires within the hearts of these agitated and ferocious beasts.

Even clad in form-fitting silver armor, her alluring, voluptuous body, outlined by the armor, still drove these inferior and deformed beastmen to madness with primal stimulation.

The exquisitely crafted, form-fitting silver armor adorned with brilliant gold gilded patterns, along with the heavy and conservative, light silver chainmail connecting the two armors, perfectly accentuated her voluptuous and mature figure.

Those plump, mature, and alluringly voluptuous, glossy, flesh-colored legs of the knight-errant were clad in a pair of elegant, high-heeled silver knee-high boots that could ignite any male's desire, each step producing a seductive slapping sound.

In fact, these high-heeled silver boots were originally ceremonial boots, not combat boots, indicating that they were put into battle in a very rushed manner and there was no time to change them.

It was precisely because of the hasty departure that there was no time to fully don the armor; the heavy armor covering the entire body was not fully put on.

Her plump, firm, fleshy thighs, visible between her gilded skirt armor and her knee-high silver high-heeled boots, lacked the light, form-fitting, bright silver chainmail that draped over them.

Only a glimpse of mature, translucent flesh remained, glistening with a high-end, silky sheen of thin, oily flesh. Beneath the silver skirt armor adorned with golden roses, it accentuated the already voluptuous and firm long legs of the knight, making them appear extremely firm and sensual, showcasing the beauty of voluptuous flesh and noble, mature charm.

The lack of armor wasn't limited to this area. She was supposed to be covered by a thick, heavy outer armor, but there was no inner armor. Although the heavy outer armor, which reached her knees, did cover her plump body completely, it was still there.

However, the price of lacking a close-fitting inner armor was that every time her high-heeled silver boots landed, her plump, soft, and oily buttocks, which were not visible to outsiders, would tremble in waves of alluring flesh-colored flesh beneath the heavy outer armor, causing a wisp of light, close-fitting silver chainmail to flutter.

If it weren't for the heavy outer armor covering and concealing the spring scenery, the beastmen here would probably have been driven even more insane by the alluring charm of this beautiful knight.

Her plump, firm waist, with its supple and supple curves reminiscent of a knight, was unsurprisingly covered only by a close-fitting silver chainmail. A fitted waistband and a pure white inner lining accentuated her voluptuous curves, and beneath the silver chainmail, only a glimpse of glossy, one-piece flesh remained.

Even her plump, fair back was only covered by a clean, tight, semi-transparent, thin shirt and openwork silver chainmail. Although it could be considered to conceal her beauty, the protection was extremely poor.

As for those two plump, ripe breasts, which trembled like two large, white, creamy milk cakes filled with sweet cream, exuding a rich, creamy milky aroma, they were completely covered by a fitted and heavy breastplate, not revealing a trace of their snowy whiteness, and covered by a wide robe adorned with plain white snow wings.

However, for this beautiful knight, the fact that she hadn't had time to properly bind her breasts with straps while hastily donning her armor was extremely unfortunate.

Because her two plump, soft, and ripe white breasts were so full and voluptuous, her custom-made, form-fitting breastplate was stretched to its limit, almost overflowing with soft, snowy flesh.

The plump, soft, and fragrant white breasts, wrapped tightly in the thick breastplate, were covered by oily shreds of meat due to the surrounding flames and the sweltering summer heat. They looked like two lumps of ripe, juicy butter dough in a steamer, steaming with fragrant, sticky heat and a sweet, milky aroma.

With her hot, cloying breaths escaping from beneath her full, honeyed lips, her body trembled and swayed beneath the heavy breastplate, almost bursting out of the thin, glossy pantyhose covering her form-fitting breastplate.

Moreover, due to the hasty departure for battle, this beautiful female knight in stockings didn't even have time to put on a net veil. She could only temporarily tie her waist-length, bright golden wavy hair into a dignified and elegant updo, carrying a blood-stained longsword, her bright golden, mature and charming eyes coldly surveying the street.

Beside her, the original city guards were already on the verge of collapse, leaving only twelve blood-soaked royal guards who still had the ability to fight.

These female knights were all tall and graceful, sexy and beautiful. Their long, straight legs, clad in silver boots, made them look heroic and alluring.

Judging solely from their graceful figures encased in plate armor, each of them was a noble and beautiful female knight, certainly not a common woman. The cool, clear eyes peeking out from under their helmets were also noble and bright, full of heroic spirit.

From their temperament, strength, figure, and sexy, alluring long legs, it's clear that each member of this all-female Royal Guard Knights is an exceptionally beautiful and exquisite knight.

However, this elite guard of female knights, composed entirely of stunning beauties, fought their way through nearly a hundred beastmen, slaying several Angry Horned Beasts before clearing the streets and creating a path for cavalry to roam freely.

“Cassandra…” The elegant and mature Countess Osalia lifted the curtain of the carriage, her beautiful and alluring light blue eyes looking at the burning street, her gaze dim.

Since she took over the territory of Castella, she has devoted countless efforts to improving the lives of the common people every day.

In recent years, they have finally managed to clear their territory through land reclamation and deforestation, and have attracted many civilians to settle there by offering low taxes.

However, the beasts in the Ancaru Forest, the threat from Count Dorne, and the rebellion of the nobles under Count Dorne's support destroyed Castella's slight progress in a short period of time.

“My lord, the territory and castle can be rebuilt, but if you are gone, the rebels will be able to rightfully occupy Castella.”

"Alright, be careful." The countess nodded gently and drew the curtains closed.

The noble and alluring knight Cassandra responded softly, put down her visor, and was about to mount her horse when a shrill scream suddenly came from the routed battle line ahead!

"Uhhhhhhh!!"

Two soldiers' corpses, twisted and mangled like ropes, exploded into two clouds of blood mist in the middle of the already collapsing battle line, accompanied by a shrill sound of being thrown.

The dripping blood and foam mixed with bits of bone and flesh smashed into the already demoralized soldiers and militiamen, causing them to scream in agony. Two gaps were blasted open in the already collapsing lines!

"Bang—bang—" Mei, I'm in Yongyong, are you in Kong, Lin, are you in Meng?

The dull thuds, like the pounding of a giant hammer against the ground, echoed continuously from the burning street, as if an unstoppable bull was slamming its heavy hooves into the ground with tremendous ferocity.

Before the soldiers, on the verge of collapse, could even shakily raise their weapons, a massive, over two-meter-tall, incredibly robust minotaur appeared before their terrified eyes. Covered in a trail of blood and gore, its twisted, grotesque hooves swayed as it stepped heavily onto the battlefield.

It was extremely large, comparable to a mighty bull! On its robust, massive, and muscular dark brown body hung loosely pieces of dark red heavy armor forged with brute force and inlaid with sharp beast teeth. Its thick, angry claws, as wide as a normal person's waist, each held a pair of ferocious fang-like axes stained with blood.

"Roar!!" A bloodthirsty and ferocious roar, accompanied by foul-smelling saliva and rotten flesh splattering everywhere from the minotaur's hideous maw!

The already crumbling battle lines, the moment this bloodthirsty bull appeared, all courage and reason were transformed into an instinctive desire for survival.

But this bloodthirsty bull gave them no chance to escape. With a bloodthirsty roar, the bull's hooves slammed into the blue brick pavement! Its massive, imposing figure transformed into a raging bull, crashing into the already crumbling battle line!

As it swung its blood-stained double axes wildly like windmills, everything in its path that tried to stop it was smashed to pieces, turning into a fluffy mist of blood! Rotten flesh and bone fragments flew everywhere under the raging bull's charge!

The remaining battle lines were easily torn apart by this bloodthirsty bull, and the remaining soldiers were overwhelmed by the ferocious roars of the beastmen who pounced on them before they could even react!

The bull's bloodthirsty, beastly eyes, filled with lewd rage, swept over the carriage. The mature, delicate, and sweet fragrance emanating from inside the carriage made its most turbulent and raging anger swell and surge!

Just as it was about to step forward, a sharp slash suddenly came from its side and struck its unarmored waist and abdomen!

The dull thud of tearing leather made Cassandra, the beautiful knight, narrow her eyes. She threw away her longsword and prepared to retreat! But it was too late!

Almost the instant she retreated, a huge, furious fist, swinging in a half-circle, slammed into her soft, unarmored waist and abdomen! It sent her plump, mature body flying more than ten meters away!

"Pfft!" The helmet on the beautiful female knight's head, which hadn't been properly secured, flew off, and her long, wavy, golden hair was spread out. A mouthful of blood spurted from her plump lips, making her look extremely miserable.

The minotaur stretched out its thick, powerful hand and pulled out the longsword that had pierced its waist and abdomen, then casually discarded it. The injury was extremely minor for its massive body.

The horde of beastmen had already engulfed the already collapsing battle lines, and the twelve princess knights were urging their warhorses to charge and crush any beastmen who dared to approach the carriage.

Cassandra clutched her injured abdomen, flicked her high-heeled boots, picked up another scattered longsword, took a deep breath, and, enduring the excruciating pain, strode forward again with swift steps, holding the longsword at an angle!

If this minotaur were to break through the defenses, these female knights, along with the elegant and beautiful countess Osalia, would surely have their armor and clothing torn off on the spot by these beastmen, and would end up as female animals beneath these filthy and savage beasts.

The minotaur's crimson eyes flashed with a bloody light as he charged forward, wielding his blood-stained double axes! The axes slammed down repeatedly with a heavy whistling sound! Each strike was enough to cleave a horned beast into chunks of flesh from head to tail!

Cassandra, who was already weaker than the Minotaur, could only rely on her agile movements to keep blocking.

However, her injured waist greatly affected her movements. Each twist and jump aggravated her abdominal pain, making her steps heavier and causing her to parry the minotaur's attacks more and more often.

"clang--!"

Fine sparks, accompanied by muffled metallic clanging and the crisp sound of a longsword bearing heavy weight, echoed in Cassandra's ears.

Until she was cornered against the wall by the minotaur with a lewd look on his face, and her longsword swept upwards to parry again, the crisp sound of metal shattering, along with the sight of her longsword being shattered by the blood-stained double axes, made the beautiful female knight's alluring eyes narrow!

She abandoned her shattered longsword and retreated rapidly, barely dodging the downward slash of the fanged blood axe. But the blood axe suddenly changed its direction, swinging in a half-circle and smashing into her soft abdomen, sending her flying! Her plump body rolled and retreated until it crashed into the broken wall behind her before stopping.

"Pfft!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted from the plump, honeyed lips of the beautiful female knight. At this moment, the once elegant and charming female knight had blood on her lips, her armor was shattered, and her golden hair was disheveled.

A noble and elegant knee-high silver boot also flew down beside her. Her fragrant, plump, and juicy feet, radiating a rich, oily sheen, fell helplessly to the ground, her toes covered in dust. The high-quality, silky, oily flesh was torn apart by the gravel, revealing her tender feet, white and smooth like solidified goat's milk.

"Cassandra!" The elegant and beautiful countess quickly ran down from the carriage and helped up her personal guard, the princess knight commander.

After dealing with the leading female knight guard captain, the bloodthirsty minotaur felt an even greater heat in his heart the moment he saw the countess's breasts, which were as plump and beautiful as ripe, fragrant fruit!

It raised its twin axes high and roared angrily, its muscular hooves suddenly bending, transforming it once again into a raging bull charging towards the Countess! Several royal guards who tried to stop it were swept off their horses by its immense strength!

The beastmen are extremely ferocious towards these high-quality females. They will not tear them apart immediately, but will drag them back to their nests to serve as breeding beds until they die.

The Royal Guardian Knights' battle line collapsed instantly; half of the twelve Royal Guardian Knights were shot down from their horses.

The six remaining royal guards had no choice but to drag their bloodied bodies and do their utmost to pull the fallen knights behind the broken gate of the castle, preventing them from being dragged away and violated by these savage beastmen.

The female knight, still possessing some fighting strength, held her shattered longsword, her alluring eyes filled with despair as she watched the beastmen swarm towards her like a tide.

Those pairs of ferocious, lewd, beastly eyes were fixed on the sexy and graceful female knight and the elegant and mature countess.

But the next moment, a series of mournful roars suddenly came from among the beastmen that were surging forward like a tidal wave, and hundreds of beastmen were thrown into chaos!

"Roar--!"

The mournful bellow of the bulls echoed across the battlefield, drowning out all the other clamor. A thick arm wielding a blood-stained axe was thrown from behind the pack of beastmen into their sight! It slammed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of blood!

The tall, burly minotaur who had easily defeated the beautiful knight cassadilla, now had one arm severed cleanly at the root! As if it had taken a direct hit from a battering ram, it continued to crush the beastmen behind it as they retreated!

Behind this group of beastmen, fragmented limbs and carcasses suddenly rained down from the sky like blood! It was as if a series of meat grinders had been driven into this savage and deformed beastman group at full speed!

Amidst the splattering blood and flesh, these female knights seemed to see longswords burning with blood flames dancing in the savage and deformed bodies of the beastmen.

The already demoralized beastmen, caught in this slaughter that resembled the slaughter of livestock, abandoned even the nearby princess knight's seedbed and fled in screams.

It was only at this moment that the female knights and Cassandra saw the astonishing scene behind the beast horde.

A stern and robust man, carrying a blood-stained longsword at an angle, his boots crushing the corpses of beastmen beneath his feet, his dark, cold eyes indifferent and profound.

His longsword, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed down time and again, slicing off chunks of scarlet flesh from the minotaur's robust and muscular body. His left arm, bound with black chains, swung its fist like a steel piston!

Each punch slammed into the minotaur's already mangled skull like a heavy hammer! The dull cracking of bones was accompanied by splattering blood and foam, mixed with the minotaur's roar like that of a dying beast!

"Roar!!"

The minotaur abandoned its defenses, its mangled maw erupting in a furious roar, its remaining arm, writhing in the throes of impending death, unleashing a wave of blood as it slashed towards Asmodie! But its eye socket, shattered by the punch, severely impaired its vision!

Asmody merely shifted his body slightly, and the fanged blood axe slammed down half a foot in front of him. Before the minotaur could even pull out the blood axe, Asmody swiftly swung his longsword upwards! The minotaur's remaining arm flew off in the process!

"Moo—!" The dying howl of the beast was mixed with the gurgling sound of blood bubbles bursting. Asmodie casually discarded his longsword, grabbed its huge horns with his big hand, his muscles bulging, and used his strength to pull the huge and burly beast body down!

His blood-stained boots pressed down on the minotaur's head, his dark, indifferent eyes flashing with a blood-red light. His fists, wrapped in black iron chains, pounded down on the minotaur's enormous, deformed head like a heavy hammer pounding flesh!

The hard and deformed bull's head was smashed and deformed until a wisp of crystalline blood soul containing a pure blood crystal slowly drifted out.

"Bang-bang!"

The sound was like a giant hammer striking the ground, mixed with flying blood and gore.

Every time Asmody slammed his iron fist down, it sent shivers down the spines of the elegant and mature countess Osalia, and the noble and charming knight-errant Katsander.

They watched as the man emerged from the carnage. The pale orange flames illuminated Asmod's strong and handsome profile, and his deep, indifferent black eyes, reflecting the crimson flames, made their hearts tremble.

A strange ripple stirred in both the noble and elegant light blue eyes of the Countess and the alluring, mature golden eyes of the Knight Commander.

Chapter 8 Countess: Osalia

The screams in the castle gradually subsided. The terrified civilians and surviving soldiers stared at the beastmen who had been wielding their swords and indiscriminately slaughtering and atrocities just moments before.

The next moment, he screamed in panic and dropped his blood axe and stone spear, running frantically toward the gap in the castle like a goblin whose foot had been stepped on.

The morale of the Beastmen is extremely low. A single Beastman, even a horned beast, can be suppressed by a militiaman equipped with a spear and leather armor. Even a large group of inferior horned beasts will collapse in morale after suffering some losses.

However, once the beastmen form a pack, and a beast king emerges from among them, their morale will undergo a qualitative change.

The Beast King's bloodlust will infect his beast horde. The fear of the Beast King's blade will elevate the morale and bloodlust of the Beastmen to a whole new level, transforming these inferior and deformed beasts into a true beast tide that launches an offensive.

However, once the Beast King is beheaded, the morale of the beastmen who make up the herd will suffer a devastating blow. If they are further frightened by giant beasts, demons, or spirits, it is common for them to collapse on the spot.

The larger the herd, the stronger the chosen beast king, and the greater the boost to the herd's morale and bloodlust. However, the morale blow from the beast king's decapitation will be even greater.

This group of beastmen, led by the Minotaur, maintained their morale and did not collapse even when facing the relentless onslaught of the female knights, all thanks to the Minotaur.

After the Minotaur was killed by Asmodian, the morale of the beastmen was shattered by the eight vampires charging into the herd and wielding their blood-flame greatswords to slaughter them, coupled with the demons' horror. The morale of these beastmen, who had been raiding just a moment before, collapsed on the spot.

All the beastmen abandoned their prey, some even abandoning the women beneath them as they roared and fled.

In their wild instincts, the castle was greeted by a beast king far more brutal and bloodthirsty than the minotaur, and this beast king was leading eight bloodletting demons!

However, it is clear that Asmodian has no intention of giving up on these nearly three hundred blood souls, of which there are more than thirty Angry Horned Beasts alone.

Although the combined blood souls of these beastmen are hardly comparable to that of the minotaur, they can still elevate his power to another level.

The beastmen, who were frantically fleeing toward the breach in the city wall, were then horrified to discover that the eight bloodletting demons that had been slaughtering the beastmen were now standing on the pile of beastman corpses at the breach, gnawing on the heads of the beastmen, their ferocious bloodshot eyes fixed on them.

These eight summoned vampires, after a massacre, grew to nearly twice their original size.

Although they will be banished back to the warp in an hour, as part of Asmodian's Chaos army, they will retain the strength gained from this massacre when they are summoned again.