Blood Emperor Throne

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But they have one advantage: they are numerous, obedient, and possess the stamina and hooves of wild beasts.

While they are ineffective in combat, their wild hooves and stamina allow them to effectively reclaim and cultivate land, as well as contribute to forestry development through logging. Crucially, they are readily available and inexpensive food sources.

Even though all that was provided was food, these inferior horned beasts, who used to be at the bottom of the horned beast herd, worked extremely hard after seeing that they were not slaughtered as livestock or used as cannon fodder, but instead had a sufficient supply of food.

With the arrival of the centaur herds, the transportation problems of both Castellania and the Calamity Beast herds were fully resolved, and the clearing and ploughing of farmland were also fully guaranteed.

The trees felled during the land reclamation were specially separated and pulled into Castelia by a group of strong male centaurs.

Part of it was used for construction, and part was used to burn charcoal to provide fuel and for future industrial development, since Castellía had no coal mines.

After the land was cleared, centaurs used heavy plows to cultivate the land, and then the inferior horned beasts sowed the seeds that had been transported from Castelia to grow crops.

Compared to ordinary oxen and heavy draft horses, the robust male centaurs are highly efficient in labor and versatile, being extremely reliable in plowing fields, hauling down trees, or transporting timber.

Clearing forest land requires heavy plows, which can only be harnessed to oxen and heavy draft horses. Plows for ordinary horses must be specially made, which not only costs a lot of money, but also makes it easy to injure the horse's legs when plowing, and their strength is much less than that of oxen.

Centaurs, however, do not have this concern. They can adapt to heavy plows without worrying about injuring their legs, communicate easily without needing a farmer to guide them, are highly efficient, and have more stamina than ordinary horses.

Thanks to the large number of inferior beastmen clearing the land and the extremely efficient transport capacity of the centaur herd, in just half a month, the calamity beast herd has cleared nearly two thousand acres of farmland deep in the forest and sown all of them with summer crop seeds.

With the fertile soil of the forest, a harvest can be made in the fall, at which time wheat, rye, and oats, which are inexpensive crops, can be rotated for a harvest.

Meanwhile, in Castile, lacking manpower, horses, and cattle, only three hundred people, ten cattle, and eight horses have managed to clear a mere thousand acres of woodland so far. They have neither cultivated any arable land nor planted any crops.

If it weren't for the fact that beastmen and humans are mortal enemies, with a long history of enmity, and that the beastmen are difficult to eradicate and extremely violent and bloodthirsty, he would have liked to introduce the beast hordes into Castella to improve agricultural efficiency and then develop industry.

Excluding the centaurs and hordes of lesser horned beasts that are assisting in the reclamation...

The only usable fighting force of the current Calamity Beast Horde consists of these one hundred well-equipped centaurs, eight Blood Frenzy centaurs, Claudia and her relatives, plus three hundred horned beasts and about one hundred Angry Horned Beasts.

With this limited fighting strength, it would be a stretch to take down a pack of thirty minotaurs, two tauren, a forest priest, and a sambar cavalry force three times their size. Moreover, there was the threat of rebels, and the Earl of Dorne was causing trouble from time to time.

Asmodée pondered for a moment before making a decision.

It's about time we took down that rebel army entrenched in the north.

Once the rebels are defeated, his Blood God's Blessing will enter its second phase, and Castella will be able to consolidate his territory and concentrate resources to train a new army.

Then, relying on the calamity beasts and the newly trained army, they will take over the territory of the Earl of Dorne, and further expand their army by taking advantage of the population, food, minerals and resources of the Earl of Dorne. They will then turn around and devour this beast horde, and then expand outwards with the conquered minotaurs and other monster and behemoth units.

Chapter 21 The Expedition

Asmodée looked at the map and gave instructions.

"Go and inform Claudia to stop expanding outwards, deal with the rebels and the Earl of Dorne, and then deal with that pack of beasts."

"Tonight at midnight, have her gather all the centaurs, Angry Horned Beasts, Horned Beast Hordes, and those eight Blood Frenzy Centaurs, and send them north to launch a night raid on the rebel territory."

"In the woods outside the city, all the Purple Oriole Knights secretly gathered, donned their armor in advance, and set off north."

"I understand." Cassandra slightly raised her plump and graceful waist, gathered her dark hair, hesitated for a few seconds, but still asked.

"Should we... ask for the Countess's permission?"

At this moment, the beautiful knight was unaware that her loyalty had shifted from the noble and elegant countess to the man before her.

Faced with the man's command, she changed from taking it for granted to ask the Countess for permission first, to seeking the consent of the man before her.

However, to her, this couldn't be considered betrayal.

After all, she was well aware that the entire Castria was now under the control of the man before her, and that the elegant and beautiful Lady Osalia would eventually be conquered by this man just like her.

Asmodian glanced at her, then got up and walked around to the side of this beautiful female knight, his large hand naturally covering her extremely plump buttocks, which were outlined by tight-fitting trousers.

"Why don't you ask her yourself later?"

"You... um?!" The noble and alluring knight-errant frowned slightly, but before she could react, Asmodie's strong and upright body pressed her against the stone table in front of her.

The thin white shirt, already stretched to the point of bursting by two large, soft, ripe breasts, suddenly pressed down on the hard stone table.

Finally, they transformed into two plump, soft milk cakes, like those filled with rich, creamy cream, squeezing out large clumps of snowy cream from the seams of the shirt. The shirt buttons popped off, and the two rich, creamy breasts finally trembled and jumped out of the shirt, turning into two extremely soft, creamy, and perfectly cooked snow-white meat patties.

At that moment, the light sound of high heels echoed through the garden, mixed with the soft conversation between Osalia and her maid.

“It’s the Countess, you… let go! Hmm~~” Cassandra’s voice, filled with embarrassment and anger, carried a hint of panic as she bit her full, honeyed lips and whispered a rebuke.

But her body, which had long since been reduced to the shape of Asmodian knight's seductive flesh, became extremely soft and sticky when pressed against his strong and masculine body. She couldn't muster any strength at all and let the man's large hands ravage her.

"What? Worried that the Countess will find out?" Asmodeus leaned close to her ear and said with a hint of teasing, "Didn't you want to ask for instructions? Well, later, you can give the Countess a proper account of tonight's preparations."

"You! Ugh!" Cassandra scolded, both embarrassed and annoyed, but Asmodeus's fingertips pulled downwards quite roughly...

Her large, white breasts, as plump and juicy as a ripe peach, glistened with oil and glistened with the love marks left by Asmody's ravaging the previous night, trembled as they emerged...

"No, not here—uh! Oh..."

The beautiful knight, with a hint of resentment in her final plea, finally covered her plump, sweet lips with Asmodian's extremely forceful advances, transforming into a seductive and alluring moan.

Right now, all she could do was straighten her plump, firm, long legs, and sway her high, oily, soft, white, fleshy buttocks to meet Asmodie's invasion, trying her best to satisfy this hateful man as quickly as possible.

So, in the time that followed, this noble and alluring knight-errant displayed an even more wanton charm than she had the night before on her wedding bed with her deceased husband.

With an almost succubus-like allure, she clung to Asmodie, satisfying him with every rough urge she could, just to please him before the Countess arrived.

Therefore, when Countess Osalia, dressed in a cool, thin-strapped purple gauze bodycon dress and elegant, sophisticated purple ankle-strap peep-toe stiletto sandals, walked into the pavilion where she often drank tea and read books in the morning,

Then they saw Asmodeus, who was leaning over to examine a map and a report, with his long sword at his waist, and Kassandra, the beautiful knight, standing beside him, her hair damp with sweat and her face flushed with a dreamy, intoxicating blush.

“Countess…” Upon seeing Osalia approach, Cassandra immediately tidied her disheveled hair, but her noble and alluring golden eyes still retained a captivating spring charm, and her originally elegant and clear voice was inexplicably mixed with a languid and seductive allure.

“Cassandra? How come you…” Osalia looked at her Royal Guard Knight Commander, initially slightly puzzled, but then, her elegant and mature face flushed with embarrassment.

The noble and alluring knight before her, with her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, exuded a captivating and seductive charm that could ignite any man's passion.

The beautiful knight's tight, white, see-through shirt was now open and disheveled, with the buttons at the collar somehow popped off, exposing most of her snowy, plump breasts and warm, fragrant cleavage to the air almost without any cover.

The breaths from her full, honeyed lips were soft and sticky, exuding a seductive and mature fragrance. Her tight-fitting trousers were also quite disheveled, as if they had been crumpled and hastily tidied up.

The pavilion still retained a lingering, rich, and mellow feminine fragrance and an extremely strong masculine scent, causing this elegant and mature countess to feel a burning heat in her flesh and her breathing to become increasingly hazy.

The Royal Guardian Knight Commander's disheveled attire, the cloying fragrance of women in the pavilion, and her alluring and seductive charm made it clear to Osalia what had happened here before she arrived.

After all, in the past two weeks, she had seen her daughter, Katharina, who was extremely aloof and elegant with any man, emerge from the study with this man, her face flushed with a captivating blush.

When she occasionally entered the study, she could see her daughter hurriedly tidying her disheveled chestnut-brown hair as she crawled out from under the desk, her full, luscious red lips stained with a little sticky moisture.

Sometimes, only Asmodel would be sitting behind his desk, with Katharina nowhere to be seen, and only the faint, sticky sound of water stains under the desk could be heard.

After she left, a faint, plaintive hum would come from the study, but it would soon turn into an irrepressible, seductive moan.

She knew very well that her personal guards, the princess knights, and her daughter had all been conquered by the man before her...

“My Lord, we are discussing the matter of setting out on the expedition tonight.”

Cassandra brushed aside the strands of hair damp with sweat from her forehead, trying her best to maintain a calm voice, but the languidness and allure in her voice could not be concealed.

In particular, ever since the Countess arrived, this despicable man beside her has quite naturally placed his large hand on her round, soft, and plump buttocks right in front of her, making her newly tasted, alluring flesh even more tender and soft.

“Going to war…?” Osalia was slightly taken aback, her face showing confusion.

“Well, it’s about time to wipe out the rebels.” Asmodie pointed to the town of Grotos on the map and pondered, “But I have a few questions I’d like to confirm with you.”

"What's the problem?" Osalia, suppressing her shy, sticky, and hot spring feelings, stepped forward with soft, yielding steps, and bent her plump, supple waist slightly to examine the map.

In this bent-over posture, this elegant and mature countess was completely unaware that she was actually more alluring than Cassandra.

The low-cut, form-fitting, bright purple halter-neck silk dress accentuated her two ripe, voluptuous bodies, which, under Asmodie's gaze, appeared as fleshy, gourd-like curves.

Two snow-white, plump, milky-scented breasts drooped almost tremblingly, stretching the slender purple silk camisole to its limit. Her fleshy, plump buttocks, as ripe and juicy as ripe peaches, were outlined by the silk skirt that hugged her hips, creating an extremely mature and alluring curve.

Faced with Asmoder's extremely unrestrained and passionate gaze, Osalia simply shyly brushed aside the strands of hair on her forehead, pretending not to notice, and letting him shamelessly profane her.

In these days, she has witnessed firsthand how Castella, who was on the verge of collapse, recovered step by step from the brink of collapse in just half a month with the help of Asmodé.

This man's various reforms and methods of maintaining stability amazed her.

The fact that he conquered the centaur herds and used the weapons forged by centaurs and Castellan craftsmen to wipe out the Beastmen made her realize that she had unknowingly become increasingly dependent on this man.

It can be said that once this man leaves Castella, the entire Castella will fall apart.

Throughout the process of relying on this man, she, the countess who should have controlled the entire count's territory, was gradually sidelined by him in military affairs, people's livelihood, politics, and even her personal guards, the princess knights.

In other words... it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this elegant and beautiful countess is currently in this man's grasp...

"The first question is, will Count Dorne intervene?" Asmodie withdrew his gaze and pointed to the Count Dorne territory in northern Castoria, which was only half a day's distance from Grotos.

"No," Osalia replied shyly.

Asmodie's extremely unrestrained and domineering gaze caused her ripe, honeyed flesh to... exude sticky, hot nectar, and her breath gradually took on a sticky, sweet fragrance.

She suppressed her increasingly tender spring-like desire and continued.

“Once he invades, other earls will have an excuse to intervene in the war. The Earldom of Dorne is a very wealthy territory that everyone wants.”

“Alright.” Asmodeus nodded. “Secondly, will the other counts, or rather, the Grand Duke of Castellania, object to the slaughter of nobles?”

"No, rebellious nobles have no noble honor whatsoever."

Osalia shook her head again: "That's why the rebellious nobles gave Castella a month to hand over the title of Earl, because even if they succeed in their rebellion, it will be difficult for them to suppress the other nobles and the commoners in the territory."

“Okay, then the third question.” Asmodeus’s deep, indifferent black eyes met Osalia’s spring-like eyes, and he said, word by word, “If I were to annex the Earldom of Dorne, is there any possibility of a counterattack from the other territories?”

The wild ambition in Asmod's dark eyes and his deep, beast-like gaze made Osalia's heart tremble. She couldn't help but slightly avert her shy gaze and whisper.

"It should be...possible. After all, the Viscount Brendor, Baron Gruul, and Earl Berenstein, which occupy the Ruhr River in the north, all border the Earl of Dorne. They must want to annex this rich territory of the Earl of Dorne."

“What if I wanted to take over the Earldom of Dorne and these three territories together?” Asmodelle asked again, “Wouldn’t that attract the Grand Duke’s intervention?”

Osalia and Cassandra were both stunned. They stared at the man in front of them, whose words were nothing short of outrageous, their eyes trembling.

This man... actually wants to use Castella, this extremely weak and barren little territory, to devour all the border count territories?!

“No, he won’t.” Osalia took a deep breath and said softly, “The Grand Duke will not intervene in the war because these territories are very turbulent and barren, and they still need to control the beast tide. However, he may intervene and support puppets.”

“I understand now.” Asmodeus nodded, glanced at the sky which was gradually getting darker, and looked at the elegant and mature Countess beside him.

"Then I will lead the Purple Nightingale Knights into battle."

"Please be careful," Osalia said gently, her face showing concern.

Unbeknownst to her, the image of her deceased husband in her heart had been gradually replaced by the extremely reliable and powerful man before her, and the image of her deceased husband had faded away.

Asmodeus nodded, gripped the longsword at his waist, and left the garden.

After bowing, Cassandra gathered her long, disheveled, golden hair and followed Asmodie with graceful steps.

Osalia was left staring at the chaotic love marks left on and under the stone table, her alluring face flushed with embarrassment, and her plump, white, fleshy body began to sway as she breathed heavily.

That night, the stars and moon hung high in the sky, and the summer night sky was cloudless.

Meanwhile, the brightly lit town of Grotos remained completely unaware of the dense and orderly sound of horses' hooves and the heavy, bloodthirsty breathing of the beastmen in the forest.

In the shadows of the woods, Asmodeus reined in his warhorse, gripped the longsword at his waist, and gazed silently at the town nestled on the banks of the Rue River, his deep, indifferent black eyes piercing the night.

Behind him, sixty centaur rangers, holding their gleaming steel spearheads level, stood silently in formation, led by Asmodae, their eyes beneath their iron-clad helmets bloodthirsty and chilling.

Behind this centaur ranger, nearly two hundred bloodthirsty and ferocious horned beasts, led by dozens of burly and powerful angry horned beasts, were loosely lined up in the forest.

In the shadows of the woods on the other side, fourteen female knights clad in plate armor also reined in their horses and hid in the shadows, their alluring, seductive purple eyes gleaming with a cold frost as they gazed at the distant town.

Asmodai drew his gleaming steel longsword from his waist, a hint of bloodlust flashing in his dark eyes. Beside him, eight frenzied centaurs, clad in crimson plate armor and wielding fanged double axes and skull-clawed warhammers, neighed softly as they trotted their hooves.

Beside him, the wild and sexy female centaur Claudia, leading her eighteen centaur relatives, held her gleaming steel spear level, gazing arrogantly at the town.

The sentry, who was yawning at the moment, was completely unaware that a bloodthirsty horde of beasts was about to devour and crush the entire town.

Testimonials

This double-page novel is finally available! Yay! (The last two lines are a nonsensical string of characters and don't translate directly.)

First, let's answer a few questions.

First: The author is currently seriously ill and is also working on two projects simultaneously, so updates won't be frequent, but the author will try to update as often as possible.

Second: This book, as the author's killing spree, continues the style of his previous book, Chaos Throne, focusing on killing and violence, but I don't know why it received so little positive feedback.

Thirdly: The author maintains basic principles, and aside from oviparous female characters such as harpies, spider nymphs, snake women, and mermaids, will not write obsessive things like beautiful mothers.

Of course, strong, powerful women like empresses and popes wouldn't write about their husbands.

After all, strong women have husbands. If it's a political marriage, it would be a sensitive issue, like a cold, beautiful empress being forced to play with trash. If it's based on love, and the husband can conquer the strong woman, it would be a sensitive issue, like being used and abused by a strong man. Therefore, the husband-like character wouldn't be included.

It's similar to Caroline, the beautiful knight from the Total War series, and is a form of succubus queen's curse on childbirth.

The author won't include taboo subjects like "sluts" or "lewd women." They won't depict female characters who are impossible to have sex with; all female characters are available for sexual intercourse, so you can rest assured about that.

Fourthly, because the author has written too many works that are considered too explicit and have been largely absent from the public eye, this book is under close scrutiny. It mainly focuses on violence and war, so it can't be as long and explicit as the previous books. However, don't worry about a lack of explicit content; the censored version will be released in the main text, and the uncensored, purely explicit version will be released in the subscription group.