Blood Emperor Throne

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The calamity beast herd, which has now undergone a series of expansions, has grown to two thousand horned beasts, more than three thousand inferior horned beasts, and nearly four hundred wrathful horned beasts, who serve as leaders of each tribe.

It was precisely because of the rapid expansion that the number of beastmen in the Calamity Horde was now only slightly less than the population of Castelia.

Such a large population would certainly cause major problems if it were converted into a tribal society.

But the beastmen clearly didn't buy into that. Their dictatorial tribal order, established entirely by force, was very stable despite its large population, but it was also very loose and completely failed to achieve the social output and efficiency that a human society of the same population should have. Their development relied entirely on barbaric annexation.

Aside from farming and raising livestock to be self-sufficient, there was no possibility of any other output.

The reason I brought Katherina along this time was to have her plan a development system suitable for the beastmen for this calamity beast pack. After all, it would be a waste to have thousands of laborers here only producing commodities like food, livestock, fur, and forestry.

But clearly, these words were interpreted differently by Katharina.

In the desolate, uninhabited forest, amidst a noblewoman and a female knight, this combination of elements caused Catherine's alluring eyes to gleam with a captivating peach-like allure, her sexy, vibrant black stockings shimmering slightly.

"Given your bad-boy nature, is this just a simple game?" Catherine snorted, slapping away Asmody's mischievous hand that was gradually sliding between her plump, smooth, black-stockinged thighs. The blush on her alluring face grew even more intoxicating.

"You seem quite expectant." Asmodeus rubbed the glistening, sticky honey on his fingertips, a playful smile curving his lips. He half-propped his chin up and pressed his fingertips against the luscious, red lips of the aloof noblewoman.

"Bad man~ Hmm?~" Katharina gave him a charmingly flirtatious look, brushed aside her hair from her forehead with her jade hand, lowered her cold and beautiful head, and opened her red lips with a hint of shyness. A few wisps of aphrodisiac white mist and feminine fragrance overflowed from her lips. Her smooth and sweet tongue licked Asmod's fingertip and then slowly took it into her mouth.

"Don't worry, besides relaxing, there are still many things that you two need to handle in the horde of calamities." Asmodian patted under the desk, from which came soft, sweet moans, mixed with the sounds of sticky wetness.

Meanwhile, Catherine, who was gradually basking in the languid charm of spring, had no time to pay attention to this slight anomaly.

Asmodeus's other large hand had already naturally pulled down the strap of her bright red silk dress, causing her two snow-white, plump breasts, which looked like juicy, milky flowers, to tremble and jump out of the dress like two plump peaches hanging on delicate branches, allowing the man to casually grasp and play with one of them.

The smooth, soft, and creamy flesh, like a creamy and fragrant milk cake, changed shape and color with the man's wanton kneading, the creamy texture overflowing between his fingers.

As a noble and aloof lady, Catherine's voluptuous breasts and shapely hips, along with the mature and voluptuous breasts and hips of her beautiful Countess Osalia, are quite different from her mother, yet they are remarkably similar in many ways.

Katharina's breasts, snowy and smooth, resembled plump, moist breasts filled with fragrant cream, hanging high on delicate buds. Each time her alluring silk-clad feet landed on her high heels, the snowy, moist breasts would ripple up and down, creating waves of milky white milk that filled the air with a rich, milky fragrance.

Compared to Osalia's plump, ripe peach-shaped breasts, which resembled soft, mellow, milky marshmallows filled with sweet, sticky milky droplets, Katharina's two moist breasts already showed signs of mature, beautiful, and maternal charm.

Katharina's plump, ripe peach-like buttocks, as juicy and tender as two ripe, juicy peaches, also share the same heart-shaped outline.

However, now that the mother and daughter are both receiving nourishment, Katharina's honey-smooth, snow-white, heart-shaped buttocks are becoming more and more fragrant, soft, and ripe, just like her beauty. On the other hand, Osalia's smooth, oily, ripe buttocks are developing more and more into a ripe, juicy, bursting peach.

“However, we don’t need to deal with this large herd of beasts for the time being.” Asmody withdrew his finger, his fingertip lifting the hem of Catherine’s lace skirt that reached her hips, exposing her moist, plump, black-stockinged buttocks to the air, causing the cold and beautiful woman to bite her red lips lightly, her breathing becoming increasingly sticky and seductive.

"First, we'll take down Brendor and Gruul, and then borrow a few Platinum Rose Knights from Duchess Orisa."

This large herd, known as the Gray Wind Catastrophe, consists of about five hundred swift and agile fowl alone, with a herd of thousands of horned beasts attached to them, not to mention thirty minotaurs and two minotaurs, one of which is even a Gur beast.

Aside from the absolutely loyal Purple Nightingale Knights, the human forces in Castelia could not interfere in the war with the Pikemen and Longbowmen legions. After all, if the news spread that he controlled an entire herd of beastmen instead of a small centaur cavalry, it would attract more than just the Church.

Centaur mercenaries are rare in the Empire, but they do exist. There is a centaur mercenary group called Augustus in the Electorate of Scalante, so it is not a problem for him to use a small group of centaur cavalry.

However, if one could control an entire horde of calamity beasts, it wouldn't just be a heretical accusation from the church; it would likely attract the attention of nobles at the level of grand dukes, since the interests involved would even tempt the current empress.

Therefore, the only way to fight this Graywind Cataclysmic Beast Horde is to rely on the Cataclysmic Beast Horde and the Purple Nightingale Knights, and incidentally borrow a few powerful elite units like the Platinum Rose Knights from Duchess Orisa.

The centaur herd, which is the main fighting force of the Calamity Beasts, currently numbers 600, including 400 strong males and 200 graceful and sexy female centaurs.

The main force of the centaur cavalry consisted of three hundred centaur rangers equipped with chainmail tunics, steel spearheads, and linen tunics, and one hundred centaur lancers, who were even more robust and imposing, equipped with hunting-style breastplates, chainmail tunics, and long spears and axes.

Leading this group of centaur cavalry were eight Blood Frenzy centaur cavalrymen who had absorbed the blood souls of the Knights of Dorne. After absorbing the high-quality blood souls of the Knights of Dorne, these eight Blood Frenzy centaurs became even more robust and imposing, almost reaching three meters in height, and their strength also increased dramatically. Each Blood Frenzy centaur was enough to rival a minotaur.

The remaining support consisted of one hundred female centaur archers, all equipped with light linen cloaks and half-body chainmail. They were all armed with light crossbows and longswords and would not participate in direct combat, but would instead engage in guerrilla warfare from the side using crossbows and agile mobility.

Apart from the centaur cavalry, which formed the main force, nearly 1,400 of the 2,000 horned beasts were equipped with inexpensive but still excellent iron spearheads. Among them, 500 of the largest horned beasts were also generously equipped with basic iron longswords and iron axes.

Most of these longswords and spears were spoils of war seized from the Dornish Knights' auxiliary forces and from the previous suppression of the Castellarian rebels, or were hastily cast and forged weapons. They were very cheap, and some of the longswords and axes didn't even have leather sheaths or handguards.

But for the horned beast herd, who used to only have scrap metal and machetes, these were still excellent weapons.

As the pinnacle of combat power in the calamity beast horde, the cost of arming the four hundred Angry Horned Beasts was a bit more troublesome. After all, each of these Angry Horned Beasts was comparable to a knight in combat strength, and they were one of the only forces in the horde capable of directly charging into the human front.

However, there is a very cost-effective and effortless method among these.

In addition to providing these four hundred Angry Horned Beasts with the most basic double axes, the armor, chainmail, and broken armor plates damaged in the war were handed over to the craftsmen to be melted down and cast into large pieces of armor plates. These plates were then opened while heated and bound together with iron chains and leather straps to form a combination armor similar to lamellar armor.

However, compared to armor plates, it is easier to maintain, provides more thorough protection, and can enhance local defense by adding layers of armor plates.

This armor is heavy, thick, and utterly lacking in aesthetic appeal. Each set weighs nearly eighty pounds and is extremely unnatural for human anatomy. However, its advantage is that it is extremely cheap and produced very quickly. For the Angry Horned Beast, whose size and physique surpass those of ordinary humans, it is just right and not at all cumbersome.

Logically speaking, this level of combat strength should be enough to defeat even the fully-fledged Knights of Dorne, but it is insufficient against this horde of Greywind Scourge beasts.

The sheer strength of those thirty minotaurs alone, with just one charge causing the rout, trampling, and terror, could deal a fatal blow to the morale of this herd of horned beasts, triggering a chain reaction of defeats. Not to mention the five hundred half-goat cavalry, and according to intelligence, these half-goat cavalry also possess iron armor and weapons made of fine steel.

The most troublesome ones were those two minotaurs.

Minotaur, an extremely rare species among beastmen, can grow to be up to eight meters tall. They are strong enough to tear apart a minotaur with sheer brute force. If such a large monster were to enter the ranks of the calamity beasts, it would inevitably lead to a complete collapse.

Moreover, this minotaur is even clad in heavy iron armor forged and pieced together with brute force, and wields a two-handed axe. Once this minotaur starts charging, even the iron hooves of centaur lancers cannot slow it down in the slightest.

Furthermore, among the two minotaurs, there is an even more deadly and dangerous Gur beast.

The Gurb is a variant of the Minotaur, even rarer than the Minotaur themselves, and can only be born by consuming the flesh and blood of its own kind of Minotaur.

After devouring the flesh and blood of its own kind of minotaurs, the Gur beast will grow extra bone spur arms from its waist and ribs. It is also bloodthirsty and easily enraged. Once it goes berserk, it will become immune to most pain and will not stop until it has torn apart everything in its sight.

In a direct field battle, whether on plains or in forests, the current strength of the Calamity Beast Horde is likely to defeat the five hundred half-goat cavalry, but the frontal line of the Calamity Beast Horde will definitely be torn apart by these minotaurs and tauren.

Therefore, there is only one way to swallow this large Graywind Scourge beast horde: concentrate a large number of elite cavalry, launch a night raid, and cut the entire Graywind Scourge beast horde into small battlefields as quickly as possible. Then, use a large number of horned beasts as cheap cannon fodder to overwhelm and kill these minotaurs by sheer numbers.

All of this hinges on whether he can defeat the two minotaurs as quickly as possible and capture the leader of this Graywind Scourge herd, the little ewe who serves as a forest priestess.

"Go prepare for the mobilization. First, take over the Viscount Brendor and Baron Gruul's domains, and then we can talk about the trouble with this large herd of beasts." Asmodie patted Catherine's black-stockinged buttocks lightly, which made the noblewoman bite her luscious lips with a resentful look.

To be honest, he wasn't really interested in those two troublesome Brendor and Gruul.

Although neither of these two plots of land is barren, the farmland is quite fertile, and the population is large.

However, Castellaia has only recently annexed the Earldom of Dorne, and has only managed to stabilize its people through tax cuts and various reforms. These reforms are not yet fully implemented.

Moreover, taking over these two territories would require maintaining stability and security, and could easily lead to a surrounding encirclement by neighboring territories. It would also attract the attention of nobles of the grand duke level by flaunting wealth, and would draw the attention of the church and the Grand Duke of Bordeaux.

He doesn't have the energy to waste on these border territories right now.

However, taking over these two territories is not without its advantages.

First, he could recruit another batch of princess knights to bolster the Purple Nightingale Knights Order; second, he could plunder a large amount of wealth from the nobles of these two territories to fund the war; and most importantly, he could gain more leverage in his negotiations with Orisa.

As for subsequent governance issues, there's no need to worry.

First, the Viscount of Brendor is a gentle and beautiful widowed female mage, while the Baron of Gruul is a beautiful and noble princess knight, who can be completely controlled by slave markings. Negotiations can be handled by Veranica, the widowed viscount of Borot Viscount.

According to intelligence, Veranica seems to have some connection with three women: Viscount Brendor and Baroness Gruul, who own these two territories.

"Before we go, you bad man, do you want to do something to this noble lady in the study?" Katharina lightly bit her crimson lips, a faint, sweet fragrance of orchids wafting from them, her alluring eyes fixed on Asmodie.

"Or perhaps... the Knight Commander this morning was already drained dry by those maids and noblewomen, turning into a wretched thing that can only be crushed and exploited by my high-heeled, silk-stockinged feet?~"

Asmody leaned against the desk, tapping his fingertips lightly on the surface, and said with a playful tone, "What, Your Excellency Katharina, are you planning to go out without a bra again, or perhaps take the crystal beads with you?"

"Hmph, bad man." Kasrina gave him a resentful look, knowing that the important thing was right now.

She loosened her elegant updo, letting her fragrant chestnut-brown wavy hair fall freely over her smooth, jade-like shoulders. Then, she pulled down her hip-length silk skirt, which had been tousled by Asmodie, and her long, lustrous black silk draped gently down. Her elegant, beautiful black silk-clad feet lightly touched the ground with her luxurious black and red strappy high-heeled sandals.

After a soft hum tinged with a hint of allure and melancholy, the noble and aloof woman walked with graceful, alluring steps toward the door. Between her thighs, glistening with the rich sheen of her black stockings beneath her hip-length silk skirt, strands of glistening, fragrant nectar slowly dripped down. (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

This was the first time in nearly two months that she left the study without Asmodie turning her smooth, white vulva and soft, moist clitoris into a cream puff.

On a rare occasion, after she specially changed into Asmody's favorite sheer black stockings and black stiletto sandals with red soles and open toes, her alluring black stockings were not soaked by this man's thick, sticky white fluid.

"Oh, right." Asmodie suddenly called out to Katherina, who was preparing to organize her battle gear.

"Anything else? You bad man," Katherina asked lazily, her attitude quite arrogant.

After all, she wasn't in a very good mood right now. Although being filled with shame and having to work made her body feel weak, being teased and having her body feel weak and her body surging with desire made it even worse to have to work while her body was dripping with desire.

"Next time you come, don't forget to change into your secretary uniform." Asmo said playfully, which made the black-stockinged noblewoman blush with embarrassment. She left after a long while of blushing and annoyance.

After consolidating the Earldom of Dorne, he had Katharina customize more than a dozen uniforms based on his memories from his previous life. These ranged from a capable and beautiful secretary in black stockings, to a luxurious and elegant backless deep-V spaghetti strap silk dress, to a beautiful and arrogant investigator, and then to nurses, black stocking bunny girls, tight-fitting rubber corset leather outfits, and sexy uniforms like flight attendants.

However, it seems that the first person to experience these uniforms may not be this aloof and elegant lady.

"Gurgle~~ Hmm~~ Hmm?"

After Katharina left, soft, seductive moans, mixed with the sound of water, began to rise from under Asmodie's desk.

The aloof and elegant noblewoman, Catherine, who had already left, was unaware that the reason Asmodie hadn't eaten her that morning was because he was holding two delicate platinum chains.

The other end of this platinum chain connects to the black and purple lace chokers adorning the long, jade-like necks of her elegant and alluring Countess Osalia and the noble and charming Queen Knight Commander Cassandra.

And just last night, the beauty of her full breasts and ripe buttocks, along with that usually aloof and noble knight-errant, was in the long corridor she had just passed through, a place filled with chaotic love marks as if it had just experienced a wild and frenzied orgy.

Like docile, beautiful mothers and slave girls, they together yielded their long, fleshy, ripe legs, already soaked in flower nectar and glistening with a vibrant, oily sheen, and their plump, soft, smooth, luscious legs, adorned with glistening, fragrant sweat and flower petals, shimmering with a rich purple lace trim and delicate straps.

Their large, plump, fleshy buttocks, glistening with a rich, oily sheen like two mounds of steamed, creamy, fleshy flesh, and slick with moist, oily, and fragrant sweat, resembling two mounds of ripe, overflowing spring honey, bound by bright purple lace suspenders, were like two creamy, plump cakes.

Trembling, she pressed down on their fragrant, soft, and delicate feet, adorned with delicate fish-mouth suspenders, open-toe high heels, and flesh-colored stockings, and knelt before Asmodie in elegant, vibrant purple fish-mouth suspender sandals that exuded mature beauty and spring charm.

With their faces full of infatuation and wantonness, they used their smooth, delicate hands to cup their bell-shaped, plump breasts that looked like they were filled with rich, ripe milk, and their teardrop-shaped, plump, ripe peach-shaped breasts that resembled soft, rich, milky cotton candy, and together they wrapped them with the ferocious beasts that had just been ravaging them, causing their juices to splatter everywhere.

Kassandra, the alluring knight, and Osalia, the gentle and mature noble countess, were now like docile puppies, their seductive charms intoxicating, their soft, sticky nectar flowing as they cleaned up the barbaric centaur lancer who had roamed the battlefield.

While Katharina was dealing with the political affairs that Asmodé had accumulated that afternoon by candlelight last night...

Her elegant and mature beauty was right there in the corridor outside her door, overlapping with the alluring, mature flesh of Cassandra's ripe buttocks—the plump, soft, creamy mounds and the succulent, fleshy clitoris—forming a sandwich that could make any male feel breathless and hot.

Asmodian, the savage and ferocious centaur lancer, was just a wall away from the two voluptuous beauties, wielding his thick and ferocious lance, embracing their plump and soft buttocks, which were as fleshy and ripe as marshmallows filled with milk.

In a manner akin to sowing seeds, he rammed into their two glistening, moist buttocks, which exuded a rich, sensual fragrance and were soaked in nectar and fragrant sweat, causing waves of oily, undulating flesh. Sometimes he violated the alluring, mature mother, and sometimes he enjoyed her tenderness.

Right now, under this desk, the beautiful knight Cassandra, with her ample breasts and shapely buttocks, and the noble and alluring golden eyes and elegant and graceful aquamarine eyes, are all covered with a layer of black and white lace blindfolds.

Their plump, juicy bodies, so white and tender that they seemed to burst with honey at the slightest touch, were being bound and restrained by bright red hemp ropes. Their glossy, white flesh was squeezed to reveal incredibly soft, tender flesh, and their two pairs of plump, juicy breasts were being squeezed so tightly by the red ropes that milk splattered everywhere.

Their delicate hands were hung upside down under the desk, leaving only their alluring heads, covered by black and white lace blindfolds, free to move.

Bound behind their backs with bright red hemp rope, between their glistening, fleshy feet, their ripe, soft, and juicy spring of honey-like fluid, and their tender, moist buds, could no longer close, and were continuously oozing thick, sticky, hot white fluid...

The sticky, seductive sound of water, mixed with the soft moans of love that had faded into ecstasy, echoed from under the desk as Cassandra and Osalia rose and fell, their heads trembling with a seductive, infatuated allure.

The shimmering, soft pink markings on their lower abdomens signified that the elegant Countess Osalia, with her ample breasts and shapely hips, and the alluring knight Cassandra, had become the complete possessions of Asmodian, the wild and powerful male centaur.

Chapter 56 The Beautiful Wife Knight and the Widow Mage (6.8k!)

Under the blazing sun, the muddy and humid grass exuded an unbearable damp heat.

On the banks of the Ruva River on the border of Castelia, the green oak double-headed eagle banner that no longer belongs to Castelia now flies.

Two heavily guarded military camps stood along the river. The camp on the left flew the Brendor banner with blue and white shields adorned with dragon claws, while the slightly smaller camp on the right flew the Gruul banner with gold and green lances wrapped around the flag.

The sweltering heat and humidity made the warhorses in the camp restless, kicking their hooves, while the heavily armored soldiers of Brendor and Gruul wiped the sweat from their brows and grumbled.

Even the once dashing and beautiful Gruul Dawn Knights quietly changed out of their sweltering and heavy chainmail in their tents, wearing only simple gauntlets and knee-high silver boots.

Her extremely transparent shirt, half-open and soaked with glistening fragrant sweat, partially revealed her snow-white breasts, and her temples were stained with glistening fragrant sweat. In the tent where only the Princess Knights were present, she fully displayed the snow-white cleavage with a few drops of fragrant sweat, performing her duty of protecting their noble and charming Princess Knight Commander.

Here is a very counterintuitive argument: the well-known Baron Gruul is Dolores, the Princess Knight Commander, but in reality, the title of Baron has always been above that of Dolores' husband, Caster.

However, since Dolores controlled all the daily political and military affairs of the territory of Gruul, people ignored the incompetent, lecherous and cowardly Baron Caster and simply regarded Dolores as the Baron of Gruul.

Generally speaking, such laxity from these female knights would surely have earned them a reprimand from the notoriously strict and proud Dolores.

But for now, the princess knights don't need to worry about these things, because this beautiful princess knight commander is suppressing the group of nobles under her command who are trying to push forward and occupy Castria without any sense of reason. Even the widowed duchess Alice of Brendor is doing the same thing.

For the unprecedented event that Brundor and Gruul's armies had crossed the Rue River with great ease in the morning and set up camp along its banks.

These nobles from Brundor and Gruul, who had grown increasingly contemptuous of Castella after crossing the river, had even begun to plan how to devour the two lucrative territories of Castella and the Earldom of Dorne, and how to carve up the Purple Nightingale Knights that ignited their passion.

And how could the elegant and beautiful Countess Osalia and her noble and aloof daughter Catherine, dressed only in the most lewd and revealing silk gowns, wearing gorgeous and alluring stockings and high heels, kneel on the ground and present them with a humiliating treaty of defeat?

The reason they didn't advance any further until noon was entirely because Alice and Dolores had been suppressing the restless nobles under their command and had chosen to set up camp on the spot.

As a result, heated arguments could be heard constantly coming from the central tents of both military camps.

"I believe we can continue advancing. Dragging this out is simply giving Castella time to catch its breath! We must advance to the town of Grotos in Castella as quickly as possible!"

"Yes! I agree, dragging this out here is a complete waste of time!"

"Then let you take the lead and push forward. Instead of talking about so much nonsense, let's talk more about the subsequent division of benefits."

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was extremely tense, filled with the nobles' greedy desires and their scheming and backstabbing.

The nobles of Brundor and Gruul sat facing each other across the long table, exchanging barbs and insults while pointing at the maps and sand tables on the table, showing no sign of the urgency of war.

After all, for the nobles on both sides, Castella's show of weakness was tantamount to surrendering to the allied forces. They had completely forgotten that they had not yet conquered Castella, and had only just set up camp on the riverbank, yet they were already arguing about dividing up the spoils of Castella.

"Alright, everyone shut up, stop arguing."

A cold, arrogant rebuke silenced the quarrel between the nobles on both sides.

The gazes of the nobles on both sides, tinged with a barely concealed, burning greed, were fixed on the noble and alluring knight in the head seat, a woman with a voluptuous figure and a voluptuous, voluptuous body that could be described as lewd and vulgar.