Blood Emperor Throne

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Each time her long, slender, and graceful white hooves pounded the soft mud, they would stir up her plump, firm, and ripe-looking rump, creating ripples of heat.

The woman's plump, firm breasts, her full, rounded horse rump, her sexy and graceful body, her athletic and wild white horse body, and her long, straight, athletic and hot white horse legs not only don't look out of place, but instead exude a wild sexiness and unrestrainedness.

The snow-white centaur's weary eyes swept behind it with hatred, and with a flick of its steel spear, it led its exhausted remnants into the depths of the forest with a cold snort.

Not long after the centaurs fled, a group of bloodthirsty centaurs, accompanied by hundreds of horned beasts, roared and followed the scattered hoofprints on the ground, recklessly hunting deep into the forest.

A moment later, a plump and alluring woman and a tall and graceful figure emerged from the shadows of the woods, carrying blood-stained swords, and bent down to examine the scattered hoof prints on the ground by the moonlight.

"They are centaur hoofprints, scattered and messy."

Cassandra carefully examined the scattered hoof prints on the ground, her brows furrowing slightly.

"But... these centaur hoofprints are so messy, and judging from the timeline, they're divided into two groups, seemingly one group fleeing and the other pursuing?"

"Among them are hundreds of horned beasts." Sera pointed with the tip of her sword at the scattered hoof prints of even-toed ungulates on the ground.

"Logically speaking, a centaur herd should not bring a herd of horned beasts when it is hunting."

“Unless it’s an internal power struggle.” Cassandra and her daughter exchanged a glance and nodded to each other.

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After confirming the intelligence, Cassandra sheathed her sword. Her noble and alluring golden eyes glanced at her daughter, and her full, honeyed lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she only nodded slightly and walked back into the shadows behind her, supporting her long sword.

Faced with her mother's consistently stern and aloof attitude, Sera simply smoothed her hair back, suppressed the slight attachment she felt for her mother, and responded with equal indifference.

The relationship between the mother and daughter appears cold on the surface.

Before becoming the captain of Osalia's royal guard, Cassandra was a gentle and charming noblewoman, a baroness of a small baronial estate.

Although she was a noblewoman with a voluptuous and alluring figure, she was never dissolute. She was elegant in her daily life, and her favorite thing to do every day was to read books during afternoon tea. She never associated with nobles.

Her baron husband, though physically weak and sexually impotent, treated her very well, and the couple had a harmonious relationship and were expecting Viser.

However, on their way back to their territory from an outing, the Baron's caravan was attacked by Beastmen.

Her frail baron husband was torn to pieces on the spot by the beastmen, and just as this mature and charming noblewoman was about to be pinned down and ravaged by the filthy and savage beastmen, it was Osalia who happened to pass by and saved her.

Since then, she has become Osalia's loyal bodyguard knight commander, taking on the role of the countess's bodyguard and also serving as the military commander of Castellaia, keeping her very busy.

Therefore, she had to suppress her maternal instincts towards her daughter and was always strict with her.

Sera, knowing the heavy responsibility on her mother's shoulders from a young age, kept her attachment to her mother deep in her heart and began training as a guard princess knight of Catherine from childhood.

The mother and daughter have maintained this bland and repressed relationship to this day.

This is why neither the mother nor the daughter knew that the other had already given herself to Asmodeus, nor did they know that Asmodeus had already planted slave marks on them.

Naturally, they endured the humiliation and shame, keeping it to themselves.

After all, to Cassandra, all she felt was that her daughter had somehow become like a newlywed wife, with a more charming and alluring allure, and her originally graceful and toned figure had become even more voluptuous and sexy.

As for Sera, although she felt something was off about her mother's increasingly alluring and voluptuous figure and the overflowing, almost honey-like, alluring passion, she simply felt that her mother had found a new love during her absence.

From the shadows, Asmodian casually tossed aside the corpse of the Angry Horned Beast in his hand, looked at the approaching Mature Knight, wiped the blood from his longsword, and asked.

"How's it going?"

The cold moonlight fell around him, casting a chilling crimson glow on the fragmented corpses of nearly a hundred beastmen.

The beastmen of the forest at night are extremely ferocious.

When this noble and alluring woman, with her naturally mature and seductive charm, resembled the ripe and honey-smoothed knight Cassandra...

Accompanied by her noble and beautiful, voluptuous, and alluring knight daughter, Sera,

Each of them, with their plump, firm, and voluptuous long legs, and their full, straight, and tall sexy legs, stepped into the forest filled with the dirty, savage, and frenzied atmosphere of the beastmen, wearing high-heeled silver boots.

It was as if a ripe, juicy peach and a tender, sweet peach had been thrown into a pack of hungry, wicked beasts, making those inferior, deformed beings hiding in the shadows of the forest extremely restless and agitated.

But as these surging beastmen pounced on the alluring knight mother and daughter from the shadows, they were horrified to discover their own fatal folly.

The female knight and her daughter were indeed prey to them, but in Asmodie's eyes, they were also walking blood spirits.

The mother and daughter looked at the hundreds of corpses scattered on the ground, and their fear of the man's strength grew even stronger.

Asmodian single-handedly slaughtered most of the nearly one hundred beastmen, including eight Angry Horned Beasts and more than forty Horned Beasts.

If it were the mother and daughter facing these nearly one hundred beastmen, they would only suffer the fate of having their armor and clothes torn apart by these beastmen, being forced to lie beneath their savage and filthy beast bodies, and becoming the breeding ground for the knight and her daughter.

However, during the recent massacre of the beastmen, both the knight mother and daughter noticed changes within themselves.

That is, their speed, agility, physical flexibility, and keen senses.

After Asmodie implanted that extremely shameful peach-purple slave mark on him, he actually received a tremendous boost, becoming a completely different person from before.

In the past, even killing a single Angry Horned Beast required some effort, and facing an attack from three or more Angry Horned Beasts would be extremely difficult for them.

But now, the movements of the Angry Horned Beasts seemed to slow down by half in their perception, and their weaknesses and gaps in their armor were clearly visible.

Moreover, as Asmodae slaughtered, this slave mark continued to gradually enhance their perception and physical constitution.

At first, both Sera and Cassandra were extremely ashamed of the slave mark.

This slave emblem is heart-shaped, with a pink heart, heart-shaped bat wings, and two spiraling purple thorns printed inside, and it is engraved on their smooth, ambiguous lower abdomen.

After being implanted with this slave mark, their souls and every inch of their flesh and blood are controlled by Asmodie.

Normally it won't have any impact, but the etched mark on the lower abdomen with its ambiguous blush is extremely embarrassing.

But as long as Asmodie gives a single order, even if it's to chain their long, fair necks and let them sway their hips like hounds being led around in gardens or alleys, they cannot resist in the slightest.

It was as if she had become this man's possession.

Now it seems... this slave mark isn't all shame and humiliation; it also has some advantages.

Moreover, Asmodian had never used the power of this slave mark before. On the few occasions he violated them, they had taken the initiative to bite their red lips and obediently raised their buttocks to let him do as he pleased.

This did pique their curiosity about the man.

Despite possessing the power to control and enjoy them at will, this man did not treat the mother and daughter like the greedy, bloated nobles of the empire, ravaging them as the lowest of sex toys.

On the contrary, they were given the utmost respect...

If this man weren't so cold-hearted, and his actions weren't so rough and blasphemous, he would be an extremely reliable man who could easily make women fall in love with him.

At this moment, neither the knight princess nor her daughter realized that they had developed a strange feeling for the cold but reliable man in front of them.

"It seems that there has been internal strife within that centaur herd."

Cassandra pointed to the jumbled hoofprints.

"Judging from the hoofprints, it seems that the centaur herd's leader suffered a major setback, which triggered internal strife within the herd."

"In the beastmen's pack, if the Beast King is injured or seriously wounded, the other powerful beastmen in the pack will choose to challenge the Beast King, and the Beast King must accept the challenge; this is the rule of the pack."

If the beast king loses a challenge, it will most likely be devoured by the herd; if the beast king is female, it will probably become spoils of war.

Although it could easily cause trouble, it also played an important role for the female knight and her daughter.

They were extremely familiar with the forest's terrain and had led knights in and out of the forest year-round to eliminate the beastmen. They were well-versed in the beastmen's habits and extremely skilled at identifying their tracks and groups. Their assistance in hunting the centaur herd was twice as effective.

Asmodé gazed at the scattered hoof prints on the ground, rested his chin on his hand, and pondered.

"Tell me the location and the number of animals."

“This centaur herd has already been severely damaged and is in internal strife, so why bother hunting them?” Cassandra asked, leaning on her longsword, puzzled. Sera was also very curious about this.

Among the Beastmen race, those that have suffered heavy losses or fallen into internal strife cannot survive and will only be devoured by other scattered Beastmen groups.

Especially the centaur herd, every female centaur is a top-quality female among beastmen. After all, their body structure of human upper body and horse lower body, and their flexible and healthy physique, can be used to vent their desires without worrying about being broken.

Moreover, most of the beastmen are carnivorous.

But then, the knight mother and daughter seemed to realize something, and their fair and charming faces flushed slightly.

In the Empire, those greedy and lewd nobles coveted exotic creatures like female centaurs and harpies, and a female centaur could fetch a staggering two thousand gold dir on the black market.

Some nobles, tired of ordinary women, became extremely obsessed with these half-human, half-beast creatures.

The mother and daughter both spat in embarrassment.

This man, how could he not even spare a female centaur...?

However, the mother and daughter weren't so oblivious as to think Asmodée was just driven by lust; they quickly realized what was going on.

This man wanted to control this wounded centaur herd and develop a force that was expanding in the shadows.

The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, and after confirming each other's thoughts, they both saw surprise and a hint of shyness in each other's charming eyes.

After all... controlling this group of female centaurs... with this man's methods, it's not exactly straightforward.

"Why are you asking so many questions? Do you want to be treated like mares too?" Asmodeus twirled a tuft of soft, white horsehair, giving them a mocking look, which elicited a soft snort from the mother and daughter knights.

After the mother and daughter analyzed the situation, Asmodie had a general understanding of the size of the centaur herd.

The fleeing group consisted of about eighteen centaurs, all female, but there seemed to be a leader among them.

Among the pursuing herd, the number of centaurs, exceeding 120, was ten times that of the fleeing herd, and mixed in were nearly 300 horned beasts, which surprised him.

According to his original estimate, the centaur herd should have lost most of its centaurs after clashing with the minotaur's herd, but it seems that this is not the case now.

Having confirmed the location, he swung his longsword to wipe away the blood, then sheathed it and quietly sensed the nearly one hundred turbid and deformed blood souls converging on the skull throne.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist, quietly feeling the increase in power within his body, and frowned slightly.

The blood essence from the Beastman skull no longer provides much improvement, and the blood essence from the Inferior Horned Beast is even worse, offering negligible increases in power and blood essence. Even for a horned beast, it's barely worth a second.

Only horned beasts of the level of Angry Horned Beast and Great Horned Beast can bring about a significant improvement.

However, although the increase in power was negligible, the frenzy in the blood souls of these beastmen remained undiminished.

In particular, due to the blessing of the Lord of Pleasure, this noble and sexy female knight no longer favored heavy, form-fitting plate armor, but preferred light and fitted clothing, only equipping themselves with silver gauntlets and knee-high silver boots.

The thin, tight-fitting, pure white, sheer shirt and the form-fitting trousers accentuated the plump, alluring flesh of the beautiful knight-errant, like ripe, creamy peaches.

The Knight Princess's ample, perky breasts, slender waist, and plump, peach-shaped buttocks were all accentuated by the tight-fitting, sheer shirt and trousers, making her appear extremely voluptuous and proud.

In the deep darkness, the beautiful female knight exuded a seductive fragrance like that of a ripe peach, and the frenzy brought on by the blood spirit of the beastman made Asmodian's heart even more aroused.

They were also increasingly looking forward to the improvements that would come from controlling this centaur herd.

What exactly are the buffs and enhancements from the Lord of Pleasure and the God of Blood to the centaurs, and what is the quality of the centaurs' blood souls?

Chapter 11 The Silver Catastrophe. Claudia

In the deep of midnight, the stench of fish was pungent.

The hunt among the centaur herds has entered its final stage of eradication.

Among orcs, centaurs are second only to minotaurs in physique, stronger than goats, and extremely fast, moving like the wind.

Every centaur is born in the forest and adapts to the forest terrain from the moment it learns to walk.

Therefore, every centaur is a natural jungle rider. They are extremely adaptable to the forest and can charge at full speed without being tripped by the woodland bushes.

Compared to centaurs, the horned beasts are extremely weak. Only the Angry Horned Beast can rival a single adult male centaur. As for horned beasts, an adult male centaur can fight five at once without being at a disadvantage, and can easily crush inferior horned beasts. Even if outnumbered, they can easily break through.

However, compared to humanoid creatures like centaurs and foals, unicorns have one advantage: they possess a sense of smell comparable to hyenas, especially an extremely sensitive sense of blood.

Furthermore, they are not slow when running on two hooves, and can barely track centaurs, which are four-legged beastmen, by relying on their sense of smell.

This is why the hunting centaur herd would bring along the horned beasts that depend on them.

The eighteen fleeing centaurs were all females, relatives of the snow-white centaur chieftain Claudia Silver Scourge. They were inherently inferior to adult male centaurs in terms of endurance and strength.

Exhausted from being surrounded by over a hundred centaurs and horned beasts, they were eventually cornered by the herd on the banks of the Ruva River.

Claudia, the centaur chieftain, glanced at the rushing Ruva River behind her with her alluring amber eyes, which were filled with wildness and gorgeous charm, and a trace of weariness and death crossed them.

She turned her gaze away and looked at her own supple and athletic body and the smooth, plump, snow-white rump.

The gruesome wounds from being ripped open by the axe in the duel with the minotaurs showed no signs of healing; on the contrary, they were torn open and became even more festering during this desperate run.

The rough burlap used to bandage the wound was completely ineffective in stopping the bleeding, as the burlap was already soaked through with bright red blood.

The wound had become numb, and the exhaustion and weakness brought on by excessive blood loss constantly assaulted and numbed her thoughts.

But for now, she could only force her collapsing body to support her cold, hateful gaze as she swept it over the herd of horned beasts with their lewd and ferocious eyes before her, and the centaur herd that surrounded the shallow riverbank.

"Chief Claudia, I, Kava, have no intention of fighting you, hehe."

A male centaur, with a jet-black, robust horse-like body and a rugged, muscular brown human-like body, clad in jet-black iron armor inlaid with ferocious bone spikes, carried a serrated double-edged axe and strode out of the centaur herd with heavy, strong steps.

His bulging muscles were twice as large as those of other male centaurs. Not only was his physique robust and strong, but his solid, hard brown muscles were also filled with explosive, wild power. Every time his strong and rugged hooves landed, the eyes of the surrounding centaurs would tremble.

Kawa's aggressively hot and lewd gaze swept over the eighteen plump and healthy centaur females in front of him, before settling on Claudia at the very front.