Blood Emperor Throne

These tightly packed linen robes could barely withstand a few slashes from swords, and when faced with a more powerful longbow, they were no different from running naked.

A longbow made of cedar wood, as tall as the rider, coupled with specially made armor-piercing arrows designed to target horses, created a scene where crimson blood mingled with the neighing of warhorses.

With just two volleys, the Knights lost nearly half of their warhorses!

The warhorse, pierced by a hail of arrows, neighed and fell to the ground, throwing its rider forward with the force of the impact.

Following the mournful cries of their warhorses, the knights who fell from their horses soon realized something even more despairing: the muddy and slippery grassy ground made it impossible for them to get up after falling from their horses. They could only be trampled under the hooves of the unstoppable charging knights behind them, turning into a puddle of flesh covered with iron scraps!

However, thanks to their superb horsemanship and solid military skills, the Knights of Dorne, leading their knights and squires, overcame the unfavorable muddy terrain, fatigue, and the disadvantage of being ambushed, and charged to the longbowmen!

As the longbowmen nocked their arrows again, the knights' lances were already at their faces! But what awaited them next was a phalanx of two hundred men wielding three-meter-long lances!

The knights had never heard of such a phalanx before. The entire phalanx was divided into three ranks. The front rank held armor-piercing halberds and maces, and erected lances diagonally upwards into the ground. The second rank placed their lances on the shoulders of the first rank, while the third rank served as reserves and was the weakest of the group.

“Crush them!!”

Enraged, the knight commander raised his longsword high, ignoring the dense, chilling phalanx of spearmen before him! He spurred his warhorse, transforming it into an unstoppable lance, and plunged it fiercely into the ranks of spearmen!

The loud, rapid clatter of hooves drowned out the rushing river, and the sharp lances and longswords, leveled with the charge of the knights, gleamed with a chilling light under the cold moonlight.

The remaining sixty-odd knights, led by their commander and their squires, transformed into cold, silver-white lances, and with furious rage and bloodlust, fiercely rammed into the ranks of the spearmen!

A piercing scream accompanied the scattering of broken limbs and torsos. A sharp lance pierced through the weak body of the spearman, while the knight who had launched a furious charge in a rage was also lifted off his horse by this extra-long lance with a steel spearhead!

The outcome of this contest between the long-range phalanx and the knights was obvious.

The spears, each over three meters long, formed a thick wall of spears in the hands of more than two hundred spearmen, emitting a deep, chilling spear light! But even against a fully armed knight in plate armor weighing nearly a ton, this heavy torrent of steel still managed to tear a gap in their path!

In a single exchange, the Knights breached the thick wall of spears formed by two hundred spearmen!

After all, these spearmen were recruited and trained in less than two months. It was already a miracle that they could form a complete formation. It was wishful thinking for them to be able to stop fully armed plate-armored knights.

However, thanks to their super long spears and tight formation, this spear phalanx, which had only been trained for less than two months and had previously crumbled at the mere touch of the Dornish knights, paid double the usual cost in battle when the Dornish knights tore through their formation!

What angered the Knights of Dorne even more was that these spear-wielding conscripts, who were usually no fighting force and were just cannon fodder, would scatter and flee like monkeys falling from a tree after their lines were breached.

Instead, they were gradually tightening their formation, trying to entangle them tightly.

The commander of the knights immediately noticed something was wrong. Looking around, he saw that the eyes of these spearmen were filled with fanaticism, without a trace of fear of being crushed by slaughter! This state made him feel that this captain of the spearmen was as troublesome as a belligerent green-skinned brat!

However, despite the unexpectedly high morale and solidity of this super-long spear formation, the torn spear formation offered no resistance whatsoever.

Undeterred by their momentum, the knights discarded their lances, raised their longswords high, and roared as they charged at the longbowmen behind them who were nocking their bows again!

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!"

A deafening roar, accompanied by heavy footsteps like those of a charging bull, suddenly echoed from the depths of the forest!

Eight massive centaur-like Blood Berserkers, clad in blood-red heavy armor and wielding blood-stained battle axes, each over two meters tall and possessing imposing physiques, were led by a single, burly centaur-like Blood Rider, as robust as a bull and wielding a two-handed giant axe.

Like a herd of raging bulls, they led thirty exceptionally strong and robust centaur heavy cavalrymen, clad in heavy chainmail and breastplates and wielding steel lances, charging straight towards the charging knights!

The knights, their faces contorted with rage as they watched the bloodthirsty centaur cavalry charge out, raised their bloodstained lances—the very lances that had just pierced the head of a spearman—and swung them into cold, bloodthirsty silver spears, roaring as they thrust them into the tide of blood before them!

Two torrents of steel cavalry, one silver and one red, one elite Dornish knights and the other savage and wild centaur heavy cavalry, simultaneously transformed into two metal tsunamis that shattered giant rocks, crashing headlong into each other with unstoppable force!

They completely disregarded all tactical skills and military formations, driven by their war instincts, leaving them only with a ferocious fighting spirit to tear the enemy to shreds!

The roar of steel resounded after the fuel called flesh and blood was poured in! Two steel spears, driven by the motors transformed from hard and heavy hooves, collided in a deafening symphony of flesh and steel!

The sharp, sturdy, three-meter-long silver lance, supported by the knight's weight of one ton, pierced the blood-red heavy armor with the precision of a crossbow released from a bow!

The blood-stained battle axe, with a savage and bloodthirsty roar, carrying the fierce and powerful force of a bull butting its horns, smashed down on the knight's head with a shrill whooshing sound!

"boom--!"

The agonizing screams of flesh and bone being torn apart were followed by the deafening roar of the steel furnace!

The sharp, heavy lances tore through flesh, bones, and steel with the riders' roars, while the centaurs' heavy fanged battle axes and steel lances cleaved and shattered the riders, horses, and their plate armor amidst the roaring screams of blood and gore!

The meat grinder of flesh and blood began to grind mercilessly the moment the knight crashed into the steel tide of blood.

The once unstoppable Knights of Dorne were thrown into the meat grinder of flesh and steel after they collided with the centaur heavy cavalry and the phalanx of spearmen. This meat grinder was slowly put into operation by the fuel of war.

"clang--!"

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On the battlefield between the two generals, the deafening clang of clashing metal was no less intense than the roar of flesh and steel.

At this moment, Lord Caslet, the commander of the Dorne Knights, had fallen from his horse, carrying his blood-stained silver flame longsword at an angle. His golden hair was disheveled and stained with blood, and his once thick and sturdy silver armor was now covered with gruesome wounds, tattered and on the verge of collapse.

A sharp shard of armor was deeply embedded in his shoulder blade, causing him to furrow his brow. His proud golden eyes stared at Asmodie before him, flashing with indifference and chilling killing intent.

Chapter 43 A narrow victory in a bloody battle! A letter from the beautiful, mature female archbishop in white stockings.

"I never imagined that a combat slave I released back then could grow to the point where he could rival me."

Caslett's silver flame longsword trembled as he calmed his breathing. He casually tore off his already tattered silver breastplate, revealing a silver chainmail shirt shimmering beneath.

At this moment, the proud knight commander had blood on his shoulder bone, a hideous gash on his waist and abdomen with several shattered pieces of armor deeply embedded in it, his helmet had been knocked off by Asmo's sword, and his blood-stained golden hair was disheveled, making him look somewhat disheveled.

Asmodal's condition was not good either. His chainmail was also tattered. Caslett's superb swordsmanship had left several deep, gruesome wounds on his strong body, and a horizontal slash on his waist revealed his white ribs.

His right leg was now hanging limply like a piece of rotten flesh that had lost its bone, the wound festering and bleeding. His right shoulder was deeply cut open and embedded by a plate of armor. These wounds were the result of his and the Knight Commander trading their lives for each other.

Caslett immediately recognized the tall, strong man with indifferent and cold eyes in front of her; after all, his detached gaze and resolute, cold appearance made him easy to spot.

During the battle just now, he also realized that Asmody, who was only a month away from him, had grown to the point where he could compete with him in terms of reaction, speed, strength, physique and even agility, which made him very wary.

In just one month... this man, who was almost beheaded by him in the arena, is now able to stand up to him...

His progress, however, has slowed down.

“My name is Caslett Dorn.” Caslett raised his longsword, performed a sweeping salute, and gazed haughtily at Asmodie before him.

Asmodai tore off his blood-stained chainmail, picked up the blood-stained knight's longsword with his toe, raised his hand and gripped it, staring at the proud knight before him, his voice indifferent yet clear: "Asmodai."

The clamor of battle drowned out the night wind in the forest. In the meat grinder of knights and centaur lancers, fueled by flesh and blood, the flames formed from spilled blood and bone fragments began to slowly rotate.

Elite and noble knights, cheap lancers, and wild and arrogant centaur lancers all became the driving fuel in this meat grinder, driving this meat grinder of life to start, grinding and crushing the flesh and blood of knights and wild centaurs into it bit by bit.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!!"

"In the name of the Knights of Dorne! Break through the defenses!"

After a round of attack, the two heavy cavalry units, one silver and one red, were already bloodthirsty. The fanged axes and steel spearheads of the Blood Frenzy Centaur pierced and smashed the flesh and blood bodies of the Dornish knights off their horses!

The Knights of Dorne, in their fury, brandished their longswords and lances, piercing right through the center of the centaur lancer formation! Rotten chunks of beast flesh mixed with fragments of hoof bones flew everywhere!

The heavy cavalrymen, who had pierced each other's backs, paused only briefly before turning their horses around. Their bloodshot eyes, filled with furious battle intent, stared intently at each other. Driven by their bloodthirsty and violent battle spirit, they once again formed blood-stained and broken scarlet lances and charged at each other!

Almost simultaneously, as the two heavy cavalry forces turned their horses around and launched another deadly charge, inside the arena where the two generals were fighting,

After pausing for a few breaths, Asmodie and Caslett's tall and strong figures transformed once again into a raging bull and a bloodthirsty gray wolf hunting each other, charging towards one another with their blood-stained longswords raised at an angle!

Almost the instant his body took a step forward and burst out, Asmodie's right leg, which was originally broken and rotten with only a few muscles connected, was covered with countless fine emerald green lights in an instant. The entire broken and rotten thigh was repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, new flesh was born and muscles were connected, and it was restored to its original state in just a few breaths!

Caslett's pupils constricted, but the facts left him no time to think. The two figures collided almost instantly, like a hunting gray wolf and a raging bull. Asmod's longsword, which slashed with a sharp, piercing sound, flashed with a chilling light, while Caslett's silver flame longsword drew a semi-circular arc and slashed straight at the opponent's head!

"clang--!"

The deafening clang of steel clashing, mixed with the mournful cry of two longswords about to shatter in the violent collision, echoed throughout the battlefield. The surging air waves, accompanied by fine sparks, exploded at the center of the blood-stained knight's longsword and the silver-flame-swirling longsword, instantly shattering all the loose, drooping leaves around them!

This seemingly ordinary, blood-stained longsword actually blocked the slash of Caslett's Silverflame Longsword!

At the blood-stained blade, a wisp of scarlet flame coiled around the edge, this blood-red flame, exuding a bloodthirsty and violent aura, kept the holy silver flame on Caslett's longsword outside the blade.

Before the knight commander could react, Asmodian's blood-stained longsword began to dance again, slashing down with crimson flames! With each strike, the flames swirling around it grew stronger.

Caslet raised his silver flame longsword to parry, steadily blocking Asmod's downward slash. The surging air currents mixed with fine sparks made his blood-stained hair tremble.

He spun his longsword around, blocking Asmodeus's blade, then lunged forward, his fist, encased in steel gauntlets, swung in a half-circle! Like a heavy battering ram, it slammed into Asmodeus's chest!

Asmodian neither dodged nor evaded; with a flick of his longsword, his fist, wrapped in black iron chains, whistled sharply as it slammed into Caslett's chest like a heavy hammer! (The last line appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and is omitted from the translation.)

"boom--!"

A dull thud of flesh and steel exploded in their chests. Asmodie's strong and tall figure was thrown back more than ten steps until he crashed into an ancient tree, cracking the trunk that he could barely hug.

Caslett's tall and athletic figure was forced to retreat nearly ten steps, each step sinking his silver boots half a foot into the mud, until his right fist slammed into an ancient tree, finally stopping his retreat.

Asmodie wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, while Caslett took a long breath to calm his surging blood. The two of them paused for only a moment before charging forward again with their longswords in hand!

The clash between the Bloodflame Longsword and the Silverflame Longsword was as dense and heavy as forging iron. Each clash generated a surge of air that shredded and swept away the surrounding fallen leaves and vegetation.

Driven by bloodlust and rage, the two were like two meat grinders running at full speed, grinding each other until one side's flesh and bones were completely crushed and pulverized before finally stopping.

Abandoning all defense, the two unleashed their chained fists and steel gauntlet fists like sledgehammers striking a fortress or pickaxes chiseling a mountain, slamming into each other's chests with a sharp whooshing sound and a whistling wind. Fragile flesh shattered inch by inch under the steel, blood splattered, bones broke, and were crushed into dust.

"clang--!"

With another dull, strained clang of metal clashing, the longswords in their hands shattered completely into dense, rapid metal fragments in this strike! Blades wreathed in blood and silver flames flew in all directions, leaving bloody gashes on Asmodal and Caslett's faces!

The shattering of the longsword did not affect the bloody melee between the two. Asmodie raised his right hand to protect his head, and his fist, wrapped in iron chains, swung in a half-circle like a heavy arrow released from a bow, aiming for Caslett's head!

Caslet discarded the sword hilt, raised his hand to block, and punched towards Asmodie's face!

"boom--!"

A dull thud of flesh and steel clashing, mixed with the rotting of gore, suddenly rang out. Asmodian's fist slammed heavily into Caslett's skull, the hard iron chains denting half of his face! Bones shattered!

Caslett's iron fist dodged Asmody's block, and the steel fist struck Asmody's left eye! Crimson blood mixed with shattered and exploding flesh burst open under his fist!

Both of them, whose heads were struck hard, leaned back almost simultaneously, but with a muffled groan, they simultaneously raised their heads and slammed them down on each other's heads!

"boom--!!"

A dull thud mingled with the slight cracking of bones, and Asmodie and Caslet both took a step back.

The clash of fists against flesh, accompanied by the cracking of bones, resulted in Asmodie's eye socket shattering, his eyeball drooping out of its socket, while Caslett's jaw was reduced to a pulp, his teeth and tongue decayed.

After a brief pause, both sides charged forward again, their fists stained with blood!

Asmodée stepped back and slid to the side, dodging a straight punch from Caslett. Then, he swung his left chain fist upward and smashed it into Caslett's abdomen!

A muffled groan accompanied by a mouthful of blood spurting from Caslett's mouth, his face contorted, but he immediately raised his hand and clamped it around Asmodeus's left fist, slamming the fist down towards the joint! He smashed the entire strong arm into a twisted, tree-trunk-like shape! Then, following up, he punched Asmodeus in the chin!

The brutal attack on both sides resulted in further injuries: Asmodie's left arm was twisted, his jaw was rotten and bone fragments were spilling out, and Caslett's chest was sunken, he was panting heavily, his internal organs were trembling, and his ribs were broken.

However, Asmody's strong and tall figure did not falter in the slightest during this fatal blow. He raised his leg and swept it sharply towards the Knight Commander's legs! His only remaining right hand swiftly tore off the chain and wrapped it around Caslett's neck!

Caslett's pupils constricted, sensing something was wrong. He had just retreated to dodge Asmodeus's whip kick when he saw Asmodeus grab the chain around his neck and smash his head down like a battering ram!

"boom--!"

The dull cracking of bones was accompanied by the splattering of rotting flesh. Caslett was momentarily stunned by the spiky impact, but even that was enough for Asmodeus!

His right hand gripped the chain tightly, his muscles bulging! The chain tightened under the immense strain, making a creaking sound as Asmodie suddenly arched his back! He swung Caslett's body, which weighed over 300 pounds including his armor, and slammed it to the ground!

"Pfft—Ah!" A hoarse scream mixed with the gurgling sound of sticky flesh and blood escaped from Caslett's throat, which was tightly bound by chains. His tall and upright figure was slammed to the ground by Asmodie as if he were being driven by a flail. Blood and dust flew everywhere, and the soft mud was smashed into a human-shaped crater!

But before he could even get up, Asmodian grabbed the chain around his neck, swung it up again, and slammed it down, using the noble Lord Commander of Dorne as a hammer to smash the earth back and forth! Or he swung it around and smashed it into these ancient trees that it would take one person to hug!

The cracking sound of bones breaking mixed with the shattering and rotting of flesh and blood as Asmodeus repeatedly swung him up and slammed him down, blood spurting out, bones twisting and limbs breaking.

After once again snapping several ancient trees in half and slamming the knight commander to the ground in a half-circle, the knight commander, Caslett, was on the verge of death. His once tall and strong body twisted and crumbled inch by inch like a withered tree branch.

Asmodian discarded the iron chain in his hand, picked up the blood-stained, broken longsword on the ground, and stepped forward. His wounds and festering eye sockets gradually healed in the faint green light.

His deep, indifferent black eyes looked at the knight commander whose torso and limbs were broken and twisted before him, and he raised his sword and slashed down!

The war in the Earldom of Dorne thus came to a complete end.

After the head of Lord Caslett, the Knights Commander of Dorne, appeared on the battlefield, the honor and courage of the remaining Knights of Dorne fled the battlefield along with Caslett's death.

The territorial war between Castella and the Earl of Dorne, which was a lopsided affair, ended with the Castellan Knights of the Purple Nightingale flying their banner over Dorne Castle, marking Castella's victory.

But this unexpected victory did not mean that Castellaia had occupied the Earldom of Dorne. As news of Castellaia's Pyrrhic victory spread, the surrounding lords began to stir and grow their fangs.

However, to the surprise of Countess Orisa and Asmodie, the first letter to arrive in Castella was not a declaration of war from these lords and nobles, but a letter from Archbishop Irelia Maris, the white-haired archbishop of the church.

Chapter 44 The Work of the Secretary in Black Stockings

A month passed quickly after the Battle of Dorne.

As the smoke of war gradually subsided, a rare peace finally arrived for the common people of Castellania and the Earldom of Dorne, albeit only temporarily.

A month of peace and stability is enough for these civilians, who have been living under constant war, oppression, and heavy taxes, to heal the hideous scars and wounds of war.

The lives of ordinary people at the bottom of society are the most resilient. Despite experiencing the beast tide war, the rampage of beastmen, territorial wars, and harsh taxes, they can still unleash an extremely tenacious vitality after the war ends. Perhaps this can be called numbness.

The union of the Earldom of Dorne and the Earldom of Castelia was extremely stable. After the destruction of the Knights of Dorne, the scattered nobles of the Earldom of Dorne, like the remaining nobles of Castelia, were almost completely wiped out by Asmodie.

The unification of the two earls had absolutely no impact on the common people at the bottom of society.

They didn't care who their ruler was; they only cared about what they would eat for their next meal and whether the new ruler would impose another heavy tax.