Blood Emperor Throne

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Asmodian did not respond to the rumor. After a short rest, he led the Knights of the Purple Nightingale and the Centaur Rangers to purge the remnants of the nobles.

The Battle of Grotos yielded nearly eight hundred gold dir, a large quantity of extra-long spears and chainmail and patchwork leather armor sufficient to equip the two hundred new soldiers, and a large amount of food and supplies enough to supply the entire Castellane for a month.

After taking stock of the luxury goods, the gold and armor used to equip the new army, and a month's worth of food and supplies for Castella, the remaining resources were given to Claudia to replenish the horned beast herd lost in the Battle of Grutus.

Even though it was leftovers, the beastmen weren't picky; they were grateful to have something useful at all.

With this large quantity of cheap leather armor, longswords, and shields, the horned beast herd, which had suffered heavy losses, quickly replenished itself after absorbing several other herds. Two herds of 100 men each, equipped with longswords and leather armor, and fifty Angry Horned Beasts equipped with chainmail and iron armor were now in service.

Chapter 28 The New Centaur Cavalry

Grotos's greatest gain from this battle was the thirty sets of plate armor for noble knights and the matching fine knight's longswords.

The forging and maintenance of a set of plate armor is extremely expensive, and a well-trained plate armor knight has to pay for much more than just the plate armor itself.

Normally, the cost of a knight included three horses: two riding warhorses and one mule to carry the armor. Sometimes, there would also be an inner chainmail, iron armor, woolen lining, and two to five squires responsible for the armor and other tasks.

In addition, it will also be equipped with knight's longswords forged from fine steel, long-handled maces, long lances with fine steel spearheads, three-meter lances with hollow conical spearheads, as well as miscellaneous maintenance such as fodder for warhorses, horse care, and knight training costs.

For this reason, the cost of a proper plate-armored knight was only affordable for nobles who valued their lives and placed great importance on honor. Usually, the maintenance of a single knight required the tax revenue of a hundred-person village. In the Middle Ages of my previous life, this thing could be a family heirloom.

As for those guys who only wear a chainmail shirt and cloak, with iron gauntlets and a bucket helmet on top, those are early knights, also known as novice knights or knight apprentices in the Colorado Empire of this world.

Unfortunately, after the Battle of Grotos, nearly half of the captured plate armor was damaged to varying degrees, but as the saying goes, the Beastmen don't care about that.

These centaurs rarely even wear chainmail, let alone such excellent protective plate armor, which can be used with a little repair.

Most importantly, equipping these captured noble plate armors with centaurs saved a significant amount of money on horses, squires, and armor maintenance, making it much cheaper than retraining and equipping thirty knights.

Therefore, it was only natural that Asmodeus used these thirty suits of plate armor to equip thirty heavily armored centaur lancers.

These thirty heavily armored centaur lancers were all selected from the most robust and powerful male centaurs.

The upper body is equipped with full plate armor and a visor, while the horse is additionally covered with a chainmail robe. Round shields are hung on the sides of the important internal organs. The horse's legs are covered with shrimp-shell iron armor. The main weapons are a longsword and a steel spearhead, with a long-handled mace in the secondary hand.

The remaining sixty knights' squires were fitted with chainmail and iron-trimmed leather armor, and then another sixty centaur rangers were added, increasing the number of centaur rangers from forty to one hundred and twenty after the raid.

Thirty centaur lancers equipped with plate armor and lances, and ninety centaur rangers equipped with chainmail and iron-trimmed leather armor—this was the number of knights in the wealthy territory of the Earl of Dorne.

With his 120 centaur cavalry and the Purple Nightingale Knights, Asmodie pacified the entire Castelia in just three days, wiping out all the nobles who participated.

At the same time, the entire 30,000 acres of territory in Castella, including the elegant and mature Countess Osalia and her noble and aloof daughter Catherine, along with the Countess's personal guard of knights, were all brought under Asmodian's control.

More precisely, Countess Osalia is currently the only one not yet under Asmodie's control, but in the eyes of Cassandra and the Knights of the Purple Nightingale Guard, it is only a matter of time.

After all, Asmodel had repeatedly violated and taken advantage of the Countess's personal, secluded gardens, where the royal guards, who were supposed to be loyal to the Countess, had been allowed to roam freely.

Moreover, maids and knights had seen the noble, aloof, and alluringly sexy lady, Catherine, on more than one occasion.

More than once, she wore only extremely revealing thin-strapped semi-transparent lace dresses, her fair, plump, slender, and sexy figure adorned with various cool thin-strapped open-toe crystal high-heeled sandals and alluring long black stockings or white stockings, as she strolled through the garden with Asmodée late at night.

Sometimes, this aloof and elegant noblewoman would emerge from the garden, exuding a languid and alluring charm, her flawless, bare feet glistening with drops of sticky nectar between her smooth, plump thighs.

Sometimes, she would exude a charming and languid spring vibe, tidying her elegantly styled updo and the loosely scattered delicate camisole while her flawless, straight, and exquisite figure would be draped in various alluring black camisole stockings and lace-trimmed long black stockings, as she walked out of the garden with slightly unusual steps.

At this time, Katharina's usually elegant gait would become slightly strange, and the inside of her exquisite and alluring black silk stockings, which were treading on black and red semi-transparent crystal pointed-toe suspender high heels, would inexplicably appear thick and viscous white.

It's as if those noble, sexy, and exquisitely beautiful feet of a wealthy woman, clad in alluring high-end black stockings and elegant crystal-embellished stilettos, are currently being filled with thick, warm milk, making those elegant, translucent crystal heels overflow.

And she soaked her elegant, exquisite black-stockinged feet in the extremely thick, warm white milk.

Each time her smooth, rounded arches and glossy soles of her black silk-stockinged feet landed in these exquisite and elegant crystal semi-transparent stilettos, they would emit an extremely sticky and ambiguous gurgling sound, accompanied by strands of thick white fluid dripping down.

In Castella and even the surrounding countdoms, many nobles and even counts coveted Catherine's elegant, sexy, and beautiful high-heeled feet.

Whenever she appears at various banquets or inspections, she is always dressed in alluring black stockings with lace trim, wearing cool and sexy crystal strappy high-heeled sandals, elegant pointed-toe strappy high-heeled sandals, or noble and charming black and red-soled pointed-toe high-heeled sandals.

Those depraved nobles, their minds filled with lust, would fix their burning gazes on her exquisite, sexy, and gorgeous high-heeled feet, yearning to be trampled beneath those beautiful, alluring high-heeled feet by this cold, noble, and aloof older sister with disdain and arrogance.

These days, the Purple Nightingale Knights are well aware of Catherine's descent into depravity. Whenever they see this increasingly charming and alluring aloof noblewoman, they gaze at her ever-growing, voluptuous figure with ambiguous, blushing expressions.

Compared to that, they were more curious about something else: when would this indifferent and domineering man devour Osalia, this beautiful countess whose voluptuous figure was so ripe that it could drip honey with just a gentle touch?

However, Asmodé has had little free time since the end of the war against the Grutus rebellion.

After purging the remaining nobles of Castella and reorganizing the county of Castella, Asmodé was busy training new troops and longbowmen, but he was also busy with another matter: plundering.

He gathered his 120 centaur rangers, along with a large herd of horned beastmen and furious horned beastmen, under the cover of the forest on the border of the Earl of Dorne. After settling the internal affairs of Castoria, he immediately released these beastmen into the rich territory of the Earl of Dorne like wild dogs that had been let loose.

The targets of this group of beastmen were not ordinary people and merchants, but the nobles of the Earl of Dorne, including the Earl of Dorne himself.

Chapter 29 Burning, Killing, and Abducting Female Slaves

In the dead of night, the bright moonlight was soaked by the blood mist, turning into a hazy blood frost that sprinkled into the pervasive smoke of gunpowder.

The Earldom of Dorne, north of the Viscount Bolot Estate.

"Roar--!!"

The bloodthirsty, brutal roars ripped through the stillness of the night; the burning manor and fields were filled with black smoke and pale orange flames.

This is a wealthy viscount's territory in the north, surrounded by only a vast plain. Forests are sparse, and there are usually no wild beastmen raids.

Therefore, the local nobles were extremely lax in their defenses against the invasion of the Beastmen, and the Beastmen's nighttime attack took all the nobles and knights by surprise.

As the charging centaur trampled the white-clothed table at the banquet and pierced the chests of two unarmored noble knights with its steel spear, the nobles, who had been laughing merrily just a moment before, turned pale with terror as the blood and gore splattered on their faces.

One moment a lavish aristocratic banquet was being held, the next a bloody slaughterhouse had been transformed.

The bloodthirsty savages easily tore through the unsuspecting defenses, and the rusty machetes in the hands of the horned beasts and angry horned beasts chopped and hacked the guards to pieces before they could even react.

Several knights, hastily donning their armor, had not even had time to mount their warhorses with the help of their squires when they were pierced through the body by the centaur's steel lances as it charged, and impaled on the luxurious walls of the manor.

The guards, who had hastily raised their spears and assembled, were immediately confronted by centaur archers who had swiftly moved in front of them, leveling their crossbows. With a burst of arrows twanging from the bowstrings, the assembled guards were easily routed.

The corpses of nobles and knights were torn apart and chopped up by the enraged beasts and scattered on the neatly trimmed grass, turning the luxurious manor crimson with blood and flesh.

The snow-white tablecloth was torn to shreds by blood and minced meat, then crushed into the blood-soaked grass by hard hooves and ferocious beast hooves.

The arrogant Viscount Bolot had already been killed in the initial raid, his head pierced by a centaur ranger's lance, and he was nailed to the manor wall like a condemned idol.

Viscount Bolot's lifeless, trembling eyes, still bearing the traces of terror, remained hanging on the wall after his death, watching his manor, built with the wealth he had plundered from the people, turn into a sea of ​​fire.

The once elegant candlesticks were knocked over in the chaos, and the burning candlelight set the tablecloth ablaze along the garden and ignited the manor. The crimson flames reflected the terror in the beautiful eyes of the fleeing noblewomen and maids.

These charming and elegant ladies, with their graceful and sexy figures, wore exquisite and gorgeous silk low-cut, off-the-shoulder, waist-cinching, bodycon dresses, and their beautiful feet were clad in stockings, paired with delicate and elegant strappy high-heeled sandals and pointed-toe peep-toe stiletto sandals.

These pairs of shoes, which were originally adorned with alluring high-end stockings and whose elegant and dignified steps were the envy of many, have now turned into a source of panic as they flee, desperately trying to escape this banquet that has become a slaughterhouse.

Meanwhile, the elegant and innocent maids, carrying their fluffy Gothic skirts, frantically tried to escape this eerie slaughterhouse, their pure white stockings and pointed-toe lace-up maid shoes clasped together.

But how could their delicate, soft silk heels possibly outrun the hooves of savage, brutal beastmen?

As the screams from the banquet gradually subsided, the twenty-odd alluring ladies draped in various elegant silk gowns, along with a total of over sixty pure and beautiful maids,

They were all caught and captured by the savage, bloodthirsty horned beasts. Wielding blood-stained axes and fanged machetes, the noble and charming ladies and elegant, pure maids trembled with fear, forced to a cleared, clean, and tidy open lawn. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

The eighteen tall, sexy, and proud female knights, clad in light chainmail and breastplate armor, were unable to regroup in the chaos and were quickly swept off their horses by the centaur rangers with their lances.

Their longswords and hoods were knocked away in the melee. The proud and beautiful female knights looked into the eyes of the centaurs at the spears that were held against their slender necks and emitted a chilling light. In the end, they were defeated and captured in humiliation.

These noble and charming ladies, pure and beautiful maids, and the defeated and captured princess knights were all driven into this open lawn by the savage and bloodthirsty herd of unicorns.

The herd of horned beasts surrounding the noblewomen, maids, and knights grew increasingly frenzied, their savage beastly eyes flashing with primal greed and lust.

This group of females, whether they are noble and charming ladies, pure and beautiful maids, or proud and gorgeous knights, are all top-quality beauties.

The women gazed at these beast-like beings, their bloodshot eyes gleaming with greed and lust, and despair gripped them; their flesh trembled with desire.

No one knows what terrible humiliation they will suffer, but the fate of the noblewomen, maids and knights who were kidnapped by the beastmen in the past, even in the simplest children's stories told by bards, was not much better.

The Beastmen are not only brutal and greedy, but their proliferating and dark, ravenous desires for violence are just as powerful and brutal as those of savage beasts.

Every time a village is raided by the Beastmen, it leaves behind a scene of devastation and scattered corpses, as well as women who have been violated and raped to death in front of the corpse altar, their bodies covered in filthy fluids and almost falling apart from being ravaged.

As for the women abducted by the beastmen, they were used as breeding grounds for the beastmen's livestock in their filthy lairs, where they were wantonly ravaged and abused in the most violent ways.

Even the most elegant and charming ladies would have their exquisite gowns torn apart, their beautiful stockings stained with filthy mud, and would cry pitifully as savage, beast-like men grabbed their delicate and sexy high-heeled feet and forced them beneath them, wantonly humiliating them.

The tall, sexy female knights had their armor ripped off, and were forcibly lifted up by the savage beastmen they usually despised and loathed. Amid their pitiful and melodious moans, the savage and rough beastmen pressed their noble and sexy white flesh against their bodies.

A pure and beautiful maid, delicately dressed in her elegant maid's silk skirt, trembled as the beast-like man, exuding fury, lifted her beautifully styled hair and forced to provide these filthy beasts with ecstasy through tears.

If it were an ordinary herd of beasts, the captured noblewomen, maids, and knights of Viscount Bolot's manor would surely have met such a tragic end.

But the next moment, all the noblewomen, maids, and the defeated and captured princess knights were stunned.

These savage beastmen, filled with frenzy and brutality, did not provoke them in the slightest. Instead, they slowly retreated, clearing a large area for them, carrying their blood-stained axes and fanged machetes.

Then, these women witnessed a scene that horrified them.

A handsome and resolute man, with a long sword at his waist, rode a jet-black warhorse through the group of savage and bloodthirsty beastmen. He reined in the horse in front of them, his deep, indifferent black eyes looking down at them as if examining a trophy.

His handsome, aloof face, deep, indifferent black eyes, and his muscular physique—sculpted like a marble sculpture with chiseled, solid muscles accentuated by his snow-white, form-fitting shirt—all exuded a masculine charm that could stir the hearts of young girls.

In the past, the noble ladies would have lifted the hazy lace covering their breasts, the maids would have lifted the hems of their plain white lace skirts, and the knights would have strode with alluring and seductive steps to express their love.

But right now, what makes these normally noble and elegant ladies, maids, and knights tremble with fear is...

The man who rode his warhorse through the herd of wild beasts was a purebred human without any wild animal characteristics!

And it was after this man appeared in this bloody manor slaughterhouse.

Those beastmen who were tearing flesh and chopping bones to shreds just a moment ago, even the most ferocious horned beasts and the most proud centaurs...

At this moment, they all lowered their savage and bloodthirsty heads, and their postures were extremely respectful as they made way for the man.

Chapter 30 The Disheveled Dress

As the smoke cleared, the screams of the nobles and guards gradually subsided.

This once proud and luxurious viscount's manor, reserved only for nobles, is now being wantonly trampled by the filthy and savage hooves of the beastmen.

Squads of savage horned beasts, wielding blood-stained axes and fanged knives, roared as they stormed into the manor under the watchful, deathly gaze of the proud Viscount Bolot, looting and carrying away all the spoils and luxuries they could.

From industrial products like candlesticks, candles, silverware, armor, weapons, incense, and bath salts—items that only nobles could afford.

Then there are handicrafts such as woolen blankets, carpets, books, oil paintings, glassware, and crystal chandeliers.

Then there were the large quantities of grain, bread, butter, salt, and fine wines stored in the cellars of the nobles—all of these daily necessities were packed up and taken away by the Beastmen.

The total value of the seized items was nearly eight hundred gold coins.

If the looted handicrafts and handicrafts were valued, the spoils from just one of Viscount Bolot's estates and those five sets of noble plate armor alone would be worth nearly 1,500 gold dir.

The grain stored in this manor warehouse was enough to supply the entire lord's castle in Castelia for three months, not even including easily preserved daily necessities such as coal, butter, and salt.

The grain alone required two hundred male centaurs to move nearly a hundred carts. As for handicrafts and industrial goods, more than three hundred horned beasts made three round trips, finally finishing the work late into the night.

There were also some unexpected gains during this looting.

In the Viscount Bolot's private kitchen, a wooden barrel about the size of a head was found, divided into sections filled with various spices, from cinnamon, pepper, cloves, and saffron—luxuries that only nobles could afford.

This small barrel of spices alone is worth a hundred gold dir among the nobility, which is no exaggeration to say that it is equivalent to gold.

Inside that wardrobe, reserved for wealthy women, lay piled high with all sorts of luxurious lace and silk fabrics. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

From alluring sheer lace mini-skirts, cool and charming spaghetti strap silk mini-skirts, semi-transparent sexy lace nightgowns adorned with openwork lace patterns, light and form-fitting silk gauze skirts, to figure-hugging bodycon maxi dresses.

Then there are all kinds of sexy and elegant high heels, from low-cut black patent leather pointed stilettos, strappy stiletto sandals, crystal strap high-heeled open-toe sandals, high-strap patent leather ankle boots, and high-heeled knee-high leather boots.

At the same time, it is accompanied by a variety of hot and high-end stockings, including lace-trimmed long black stockings, bright and sexy red suspender stockings, mature and elegant purple suspender stockings, and alluring and charming bodycon black stockings. The styles of stockings are also extremely diverse, ranging from glossy and sexy erotic styles to lazy and charming thin and close-fitting styles.

Clearly, this wardrobe belonged to Viscount Bolot's wife, the noble and beautiful Veranica.

These luxurious and high-end silk fabrics and lace products could not possibly pass through the hands of those rude and barbaric centaurs. Forty graceful and light female centaurs organized and packed the wardrobe and transported it to the castle in Castellania.

Most notably, a short-barreled musket adorned with gilded rose patterns was discovered beneath Viscount Bolot's luxurious silk woolen bed.

The short-barreled musket was delivered to Asmodie by two female centaurs the moment it was discovered.

At this moment, in the spacious and luxurious study that originally belonged exclusively to Viscount Bolot, a delicate and cloying feminine fragrance, mixed with a hint of sweet milky scent, permeated the air filled with female hormones.

The once smooth and luxurious wooden floor is now scattered with various elegant gowns stained with sticky honey, ranging from a beautiful and glamorous deep-V off-the-shoulder gown to a luxurious and elegant bodycon ankle-length crystal gown, and then to a graceful and dignified light blue crystal spaghetti strap low-cut gown.

These luxurious and exquisite silk gowns are now in a mess, some with their straps roughly torn off and slipping down.

Amidst these elegant gowns that still retained the warm, delicate fragrance of noblewomen, lay a dozen or so lace panties, still imbued with the sweet scent of honey and the gentle fragrance of noblewomen. Some were close-fitting, openwork lace styles, while others were small, palm-sized openwork lace styles with thin straps, and still others were more conservative, body-hugging styles.

Among them were several pairs of warm, lustrous lace panties, some with a rather erotic design featuring a string of round jade beads, and others with open designs for easy penetration.

Inside this spacious study, nearly a hundred women, their faces flushed with lust and their hair disheveled, lay panting and limp, their fair bodies covered in rough love marks. Among them were noble and charming ladies, pure and beautiful maids, and elegant and beautiful knights.

However, these noblewomen, maids, and female knights—the noblewomen's elegant and graceful white flesh, the maids' exquisite and soft bodies, and the female knights' sexy and firm, alluring flesh…

Right now, all that's left are the torn high-end lace-trimmed long black stockings, the half-undone pure white lace-trimmed long stockings, the alluring lace-trimmed long glossy purple stockings, the mature and charming body-hugging black pantyhose, and the glamorous and elegant glossy body-hugging flesh stockings.

On their plump and firm lower abdomen, a peach-colored coin features a heart-shaped design with a purple butterfly inside, its loyal servant motif rhythmically shimmering with a soft, alluring peach-colored glow.