Blood Emperor Throne

The mastermind behind all this, Asmodeus, who had taken possession of nearly a hundred noblewomen, maids, and knights who had been abducted and enslaved by him, was sitting behind Viscount Bolot's desk, toying with a musket adorned with noble gilded rose patterns.

The musket is a typical matchlock gun, a short-barreled pistol, generally used by knights or nobles for self-defense. In my previous life, it was already a product of the 15th century.

This was the first time he had seen the Empire's gunpowder technology. Clearly, the current gunpowder technology had entered the era of matchlock guns.

Moreover, judging from the style and level of refinement of the workmanship, it is clearly a custom-made design by the dwarves.

In the eastern mountains of the Carorant Empire lies the Mountain Kingdom of Dwarves, known for their advanced industry, unwavering commitment to their promises, and greed.

The Empire’s earliest firearms appeared during an explosion experiment conducted by a dwarf engineer within the Imperial Academy of Engineering.

That experiment launched the large number of exploding projectiles that were originally intended to be miniaturized from the bronze cannon, thus leading to the invention of the matchlock gun, and then gradually leading to the creation of the first matchlock gun.

However, firearms are not very useful in this age of swords and magic, after all, this world is one where you can actually take cannonballs head-on and where there are anti-physics things like arcane and divine magic.

Moreover, given the Empire's current state of decay and internal strife, coupled with its bloated and distorted religious regime, expecting it to develop industrialization and line musketeers is like hoping for an angel to fall from the sky and drop a cargo hold.

However, if firearms technology existed in this world, he could bring the tactics of Spanish phalanx infantry and line musketeers, combined with centaur heavy cavalry and plate-armored heavy knights to cut through the battlefield.

"Mmm... Ha~~"

Just as Asmodai was deep in thought, a sticky, ambiguous groan coming from under the table made him turn his gaze to the area under the desk.

Beneath the desk in front of him, a noble and beautiful, graceful and sexy female knight was obediently bending down her long, slender, and sexy white legs. A pure and lovely maid was also bending down her shapely legs, which were covered in pure, creamy white silk stockings.

The knight's long, smooth, fair hands and the maid's hands, adorned with white lace gloves, opened their full, luscious red lips and soft, fragrant cherry lips with a seductive expression, revealing their smooth, fragrant tongues and tender, sweet tongues.

These two women, of vastly different social standing, were together holding and cradling the ferocious, enormous thing that had just conquered nearly a hundred noblewomen, knights, and maids, serving it obediently and attentively.

The one in control was a noble and charming blonde lady, who was holding up her pair of white, soft, and fragrant breasts, her beautiful blonde head rising and falling under the desk.

After Asmodie cast her gaze, the noble and beautiful knight and the pure and lovely maid obediently cupped their plump, milky breasts and soft, smooth, snowy nipples.

Chapter 31 The Deal of the Widowed Noblewoman Veranica

Asmodé raised his hand, clenched his fist, and half-supported his chin. His wild, fiery, and greedy eyes lowered slightly as he leisurely enjoyed the service of these noble and beautiful beauties who were once coveted by commoners and wealthy merchants.

The spoils of this raid on the nobles of the Earl of Dorne were not limited to supplies, industrial goods, handicrafts, and luxury items.

These elegant and haughty noblewomen, pure and lovely maids, and beautiful and proud female knights were also among his spoils of war.

The blessing of the Lord of Pleasure requires an increase in the number of Pleasure believers, and these captured noblewomen, knight princesses, and maids are the best female slaves to stack up the number of believers.

Within this decadent and corrupt empire, nobles like Osalia and her daughter Catherine were extremely rare. He had no need to worry that the nobles he had abducted were virtuous and benevolent people.

To paraphrase a statement from my past life regarding the investigation of a group of war criminals: "Even if nine out of ten are executed, there will still be eleven who slip through the net."

These noblewomen, maids, and knights, in order to avoid being dragged into the lair by those filthy and savage beastmen and used as breeding grounds, did everything they could to please him.

The elegant and beautiful lady pulled down her low-cut dress, revealing her full, luscious red lips and a seductive smile, as she displayed her ample, soft, and fair breasts.

Their hands, adorned with elegant and luxurious silk gloves, then lifted their exquisite lace-woven gowns, revealing their long, sexy stockings wrapped in alluring lace trim with a seductive and wanton posture.

The pure and lovely maid, with a shy expression and a few tearful blush, gracefully and dignifiedly untied the semi-transparent lace covering her snow-white breasts in the study, and slightly lifted the lace-trimmed Gothic skirt.

The maid's delicate, snow-white legs, encased in sheer white stockings that resembled pure, creamy cream, and her snow-white, delicate feet in round-toed, strappy stiletto heels, were shyly revealed to Asmodian as the maid lifted her skirt inch by inch.

The dashing and sexy female knight, biting her luscious red lips, looked at Asmodie with seductive eyes, and loosened her tight waistband and heavy breastplate armor.

Those two snow-white, plump breasts, glistening with fragrant sweat, were so soaked through that the semi-transparent white shirt clung to them, outlining their incredibly firm contours, and were trembling as they were exposed to Asmodie's eyes.

The knight's long, straight, shapely, and fair legs, posed in a split, and her exquisite feet in high-heeled silver boots, became the perfect support for Asmodian's galloping.

Inside the study, these women, who were usually either noble and charming ladies, beautiful and proud knights, or pure and lovely maids, displayed their spring colors as much as possible. Even when faced with Asmodie's brutal possession and violation, they only shyly bit their full red lips and let him do as he pleased.

But when they sensed the beast's ferocity and savagery, their initial humiliation and shame transformed into a soft, intoxicating spring breeze and a mesmerizing, dreamlike passion in a single moment of passion. This conquest of nearly a hundred noblewomen, maids, and knights by a beast ended in a complete victory for the beast.

He had experienced this kind of conquest more than once in Castelia.

When he was consolidating the Count of Castella, Catherine approached him to express her strong protest.

It wasn't a protest against his overly brutal methods of consolidating the territory, nor was it that he used all the funds plundered from the rebellious nobles to equip that elite new army and the calamity beasts.

Instead, the wives, mistresses, and daughters of the rebellious nobles, along with the maids of the manor and castle, and the knights who guarded the noblewomen, all vanished without a trace.

At first, when Catherine took over the noble's territory and inspected the noble's manor, she saw the messy love-stained boudoir of the noblewoman, sealed off by the princess knight, with torn stockings and semi-transparent silk gauze skirts, and thought it had been attacked by beastmen.

She also lamented that these noble and charming ladies and pure and beautiful maids were brutally and ravaged by the beastmen's savage bodies, which was truly tragic.

Later, when she discovered that the Purple Nightingale Knights were constantly recruiting trained princess knights from outside to expand their ranks,

These newly joined Princess Knights and Purple Nightingale Princess Knights, by day, donned their valiant silver armor and galloped into battle.

In the evening, she would simply wear sexy and elegant knee-high deerskin boots, or alluring black stockings and cool, sexy strappy stiletto sandals, with only a semi-transparent, tight-fitting shirt draped over her shoulders, as she would walk gracefully into Asmodée's room or bathroom, and then walk out of the room late at night with lazy, soft steps.

The castle also saw an increase in innocent maids dressed in extremely revealing, semi-transparent, hip-length maid dresses. They were well-mannered and their skills in serving Catherine were extremely adept and elegant, requiring no instruction whatsoever.

But they seemed completely unashamed, serving Asmodie in the castle where there was only one man, wearing only revealing, semi-transparent maid dresses that would expose their eroticism with just a slight bend.

Meanwhile, the alluring noblewomen donned their new, luxurious, form-fitting silk skirts and took over the management duties of the middle class in the territory.

However, these ladies' rooms were all located in a private estate outside the castle, and at night they would change into extremely revealing semi-transparent lingerie dresses to enter Asmodé's room.

It wasn't until she saw the noblewomen being used as officials by Asmodeus that she learned where the abducted noblewomen and knights had gone.

Upon realizing this, the next day, Katharina approached Asmodie with a cold expression, her long, fair skin clad in alluring lace-trimmed black stockings, and elegant black and red-soled pointed-toe crystal stilettos.

However, faced with the protests of this noble and aloof lady, Asmodé simply used rough red rope to bind and restrain her voluptuous, sensual, fair flesh, forcing her into a shameful position with her long, alluring black stockings and high heels wide open.

Then, with the container filled to the brim, the aloof and noble lady Catherine, currently the highest-ranking noblewoman in Castoria, was blindfolded with a black lace veil and a hollowed-out crystal sphere, and placed inside a sealed carriage parked in a bustling market for an entire day.

Of course, the lady's black high heels with light red soles and her exquisite black silk-stockinged feet were also filled with thick, warm milk.

With her sight, speech, and movement restricted, Catherine's senses were amplified to the maximum in this dark, enclosed carriage. Not to mention the bustling market, any slight noise would make this noble and aloof lady's flesh soften and her body overflow with desire.

This simple, sealed carriage, which had been parked inexplicably in a corner of the market, naturally attracted the attention of many commoners. On several occasions, even a few rough farmers tried to open the carriage door.

However, whenever someone approaches, the Purple Nightingale Knights guarding the carriage will come out and drive them away.

After all, once they opened the carriage door, they would see Lady Catherine, a stunningly beautiful and alluring noblewoman who appeared incredibly elegant and sexy to them, a group of rough and uncultured peasants.

She was only wearing an extremely revealing bright red halter-neck silk skirt, and was shamefully bound and restrained by rough red hemp rope.

In particular, this noble and aloof beauty, with her long, smooth, and alluring black stockings bound in an M-shape with red ropes, was in a wide-open position. Her silk skirt was disheveled, and the white, close-fitting lace suspenders softly draped down to her black stocking ankles.

After the bath was finished, Asmody, unusually, gently comforted the aloof noblewoman in the bathtub.

This combination of punishment and appeasement resulted in Kasserina ultimately only letting out a soft hum before generously allowing Asmodie to keep the abducted women and throw lavish parties.

However, by consuming the noblewomen, maids, and knights abducted from Viscount Bolot's banquet, he now controls two hundred followers, far exceeding the sixty-six followers required for the Blessing of Joy.

The good news is that Joy and Blessing have now entered the second phase.

The problem is, when I get back, I'll probably have to feed Katherina's three little mouths again to appease this cold and aloof noblewoman.

The second phase of the Blessing of Pleasure unlocks three skills. First, it can detect the believer's physical condition and the sensitivity of the believer's erogenous zones. Second, it can greatly increase the sensitivity of the controlled believer's body, or only increase certain parts, such as beautiful feet, honeyed tongue, and fragrant lips...

The slave mark will have a greater effect on believers, and will be accompanied by several types of slave marks such as punishment, control, corruption, desire, and obedience, which can be stacked.

However, a troublesome problem has now emerged.

The number of believers has exceeded two hundred. As for the princess knights, they can be incorporated into the Purple Nightingale Knight Order. The maids will continue to serve these noble ladies, and the best maids can be sent to the castle in Castelia.

But managing these well-educated noblewomen, who he used to manage his territory, was a real hassle.

He was usually busy with battles and had little time to manage them, so it was impossible for Katharina to agree to help him manage them.

Therefore, he now needs a suitable person to assist him in directing and managing this group of noblewomen.

Fortunately, after he abducted Viscount Bolot, he found a suitable candidate.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

The crisp, melodious sound of high heels came from outside the study door.

As the door opened, a stunningly beautiful and elegant lady, dressed in a glamorous black and red openwork bodycon silk dress and wearing fiery red pointed-toe lace-up crystal high heels, slowly entered the study filled with a sweet, feminine fragrance.

This noble, beautiful, and charming lady was Viscount Borod's wife, or rather, his widow, Veranica Bordeau.

Veronica has now toned down her arrogance and haughty glamour. She slightly bites her fiery red lips, and her alluring, fair face carries a hint of sorrow and humiliation. However, her fiery and voluptuous figure remains as seductive as ever, exuding charm and allure.

The alluring, form-fitting black and red lace bodycon dress perfectly accentuated her voluptuous and curvaceous figure.

Her full, proud breasts pushed up the delicate red lace openwork on her chest, while her plump, ripe buttocks were outlined in an incredibly voluptuous shape by the thin, close-fitting lace skirt.

This incredibly sexy and alluring see-through bodycon dress features lace patterns in many places, with the delicate skin of her breasts peeking out from beneath the fabric.

What is most striking is that her hair, styled in a bun, is currently adorned with an exquisite and elegant black lace hat decorated with black feathers, making her look like a widow who has just attended a funeral.

Her beautiful, fair face was veiled by an incredibly alluring and mysterious black fishnet veil, showcasing the countess's noble elegance and fiery charm, while also highlighting her status as a widow.

In fact, she had just attended Viscount Bolot's funeral. The reason why Viscount Bolot, who was nailed to the manor gate, was allowed to be buried instead of being torn apart and devoured by the Beastmen was naturally because she had made a humiliating deal with Asmodie.

In order to ensure her deceased husband was not torn to pieces and was buried with proper aristocratic rites, she agreed to become Asmodeus's submissive slave, managing the affairs of the noblewomen and the economy for him.

Now is the time for her to fulfill her promise.

Her alluring, mature, wine-red eyes swept over the lewd scene in the study, and she felt a surge of sticky, warm spring energy emanating from the widow's flesh, which was deprived of her husband's touch.

Veronica took a deep breath, her wine-red, alluring eyes, filled with shyness and forbearance, looking at the man sitting behind her deceased husband's desk, leisurely enjoying the service of noblewomen, maids, and knights. She gently bit her fiery red lips.

Her hands, adorned with long black lace gloves worn by a widow, were crossed in front of her lower abdomen with the dignified manner of a noblewoman. Her long, glossy, sheer black stockings, trimmed with red lace, were gracefully draped over her as she stepped forward with elegant and dignified steps.

The black and red lace bodycon dress, with its lace lace openings on both sides of the skirt, subtly revealed her long, sexy, slender, and curvaceous figure through the red rope lace trim on her long black stockings.

Those alluring, glossy black silk-stockinged feet, clad in elegant and luxurious bright red spaghetti strap pointed-toe stilettos, stepped forward with graceful yet humiliating strides.

Her beautiful toes, adorned with red nail polish, were framed by glossy black stockings decorated with vibrant red lace roses, and veiled by semi-transparent crystal tips, exuding the fiery allure of a widowed noblewoman.

This outfit can be described as sensual, perfectly showcasing Vera's hot and sexy figure, as well as her elegant and graceful demeanor, making her incredibly alluring.

In fact, she did come with a specific purpose in mind.

This once noble and beautiful widow can now only resort to this humiliating deal to persuade this man to spare Bolot, the viscountry whose territory has already been plundered.

Chapter 32 The Black-Silk Widow's Bargaining Chip

Asmodée scrutinized the voluptuous widow in black stockings before her, her smooth fingertips lightly tapping the table.

He had heard rumors about the charming and beautiful noblewoman Veranica. As the wife of Viscount Bolot, she was not like the usual dissolute and decadent noblewoman. She was known for her noble and beautiful, sexy and fiery charm, which had always been coveted by Count Dorn and many other nobles and several neighboring counts.

Her fiery charm, her elegant and proud noble temperament, and her alluring and sexy mature charm made these greedy nobles and Earl of Dorne drool.

Especially this fiery noblewoman, who is also charming and alluring, her glamorous demeanor combined with her noble status makes it easy for men to have wicked thoughts.

When this noble and beautiful lady in black stockings stepped into the banquet hall at a dinner party, wearing a gorgeous black and red fitted lace dress, her fiery and sexy long black stockings with alluring red lace trim, and her exquisite and luxurious silk-clad feet in bright red strappy stilettos, she was captivated by the sight of the dress.

During that banquet, all the nobles present, including the Earl of Dorn himself, cast greedy and fiery gazes at this charming and beautiful lady, their eyes fixed on her alluring black stockings and bright red crystal high heels, their mouths watering.

However, this noblewoman in black stockings, though charming and alluring, was also extremely arrogant. Even Count Dorn himself looked down on her, and he was particularly disappointed in her good-for-nothing viscount husband who only knew how to be greedy and indulge in luxury.

Rumor has it that on their wedding night, the lecherous and lecherous viscount, in his excessive eagerness for sex,

Veranica, dressed in an elegant black and red lace wedding gown, kicked him out of the bridal chamber with her gorgeous black stockings and red high heels. He didn't even get a chance to be married, let alone touch her.

Since then, Viscount Bolot has been under Veranica's strict orders to learn how to govern the territory properly, or he is not allowed to touch her, or even enter her bedroom.

But this ignorant and foolish Viscount Bolot could never meet Veranica's requirements, so much so that nearly three years into their marriage, he had not been able to touch his wife even once.

Therefore, this also means that this hot, black-stockinged widowed noblewoman is still a pure virgin, which aroused Asmodeus's interest.

“As agreed, I have allowed you to bury your deceased husband.” Asmodeus tapped his fingertips rhythmically on the table and said calmly, “Now, it is time for you to fulfill the treaty.”

Veranica's alluring burgundy eyes flashed with humiliation as she gracefully stepped forward, her black stockings trailing behind her, and circled around to stand in front of Asmodée.

Her beautiful hands, clad in long black lace gloves, gently lifted her black and red lace bodycon dress, and she forced herself to sit on the wooden chair, her moist, black-stockinged buttocks pressing and rolling into an extremely plump curve.

The elegant and beautiful lady took a deep breath, and a soft, alluring smile appeared on her gorgeous face, which was hidden beneath a seductive black fishnet veil.

"I think there's still room for negotiation, right?"

Asmodeus paused, a slight smile playing on his lips: "For example?"

"For example... replace this treaty with some other price."

Vera Nika's beautiful hands, clad in black stockings, gently crossed and rested on her thighs, which were marked with soft, delicate lines from the bright red lace trim.

The sexy and vibrant red lace-trimmed long black stockings, elegantly folded and overlapping, revealed the exquisite and noble lady's beautiful feet, which, along with the delicate and vibrant red spaghetti strap pointed-toe stilettos, swayed slightly provocatively in front of Asmodie.

Her beautiful toes, adorned with vibrant red nail polish, gracefully lifted her bright red high heels. Thin, glossy black stockings accentuated her exquisite, flawless, alabaster-white feet, exuding a fiery charm.

Seeing the once proud and beautiful widowed noblewoman in black stockings forced to endure humiliation and adopt such a seductive posture under the coercion of the terms of female slavery and the pressure of territory, Asmodie became somewhat interested.

He gently patted the noblewoman, maid, and knight serving him, letting them obediently straighten his clothes. He then rose and walked around to the Viscountess's voluptuous, fiery, black-stockinged body, leaned down, and gently pressed his face against her alluring hair, inhaling her noble and beautiful fragrance.

"I'm curious, what other bargaining chips do you have left to negotiate with me?"

Asmodée's large hand, resting on the wooden chair, moved downwards, gliding over the noblewoman's smooth, jade-like shoulder. His warm hand darted unrestrainedly into the delicate, openwork bright red lace, grasping and gently kneading one of her warm, snow-white breasts.