Blood Emperor Throne

Asmodeus suddenly opened his dark eyes, his gaze chilling.

Outside the tent, five knights clad in chainmail and iron-plated helmets were approaching, carrying longswords.

His lewd gaze was fixed on the tall, sexy, noble and beautiful female knight in front of him, and the noble and aloof, extremely beautiful and voluptuous woman who was being protected by the female knight with her sword.

A quiet yet sultry morning forest, a greedy and lewd knight, a sexy and dashing female knight, a noble and aloof, exquisitely beautiful noblewoman with a voluptuous and graceful figure—this series of elements is enough to make any beast's blood boil.

"You! Knights of Dorne! Aren't you afraid my mother will send you to the gallows!"

Kasrina's noble and aloof icy blue eyes gazed at the five knights before her, their faces contorted with lewdness. Her alluring face was filled with anger, and her snow-white, voluptuous breasts, encased in pure white lace, rose and fell, drawing the knights' lewd gazes.

They were merely knights randomly dispatched by the Knights of Dorne to pursue the escaped battle slave from the previous night. As the lowest-ranking knights in the Earldom of Dorne, they had never seen such a beautiful noblewoman as Catherine.

For them, even the lowest-ranking baron and noblewoman were not people they, as low-ranking knights, could approach. Let alone a stunningly beautiful noblewoman like Catherine, who was cold, aloof, and noble to the extreme, they were not even qualified to look directly at her.

Ever since they saw the Countess Castellana, with her plump, round figure and honey-like breasts and buttocks, so ripe and fragrant that she seemed to be dripping with honey, they had been lusting after this alluring countess.

Right now, they've actually caught the daughter of the charming Earl, the noble and aloof lady before them, Catherine.

If they could win over this countess's daughter, then they could enjoy the mother and daughter together.

“Miss Katharina, my brothers and I have been chasing runaway slaves all the way from the Earl of Dorne. You have always been kind-hearted, so why not give us a little money for our journey?”

The scarred man at the head grinned and brandished his knight's longsword, which gleamed brightly in the morning sun.

Kasrina looked at him coldly and snapped, "I'm giving you five gold dir as a reward. Now, get out of here!"

The gold dir was the highest denomination currency of the Carorant Empire. One gold dir was worth twelve silver shillings and two hundred and forty copper pence.

One gold coin is enough for a farmer to work for a whole year, or to feed a family of three for half a year.

"Five gold coins and you think you can let us leave? Aren't you just bullying honest people?"

Scarface's lewd and fiery gaze lingered aggressively on Catherine's proudly rounded, snowy breasts and plump, moist buttocks before settling on the noble and beautiful female knight standing in front of Catherine.

Not only the aloof and noble Katherina, but also the elegant and beautiful Princess Knight Sera is an exceptionally beautiful Princess Knight.

Because she had hastily picked up her weapon, the female knight's fitted silver plate armor and close-fitting fine silver chainmail were exposed, and even her neat and dashing long golden hair was exposed, shimmering like golden pebbles in the golden sun.

Those noble and beautiful golden eyes were like two dignified and aloof golden moons, calm, cold, and icy.

A few glistening beads of sweat traced down her noble and beautiful face, across her delicate chin, and dripped onto her petite collarbone. They slid down her smooth, snow-white skin, soaking the collar of her white shirt, which was stretched to the point of bursting by her proud, plump breasts, making it slightly translucent.

Beneath the snow-white, thin, and tightly tucked shirt, unseen by the knight, a few spots soaked with fragrant sweat revealed an extremely alluring glimpse of black lace trembling as it restrained the large, round, creamy breasts that resembled two ripe, plump, and sweet-smelling creams.

She was clearly a dashing and heroic female knight, almost as beautiful, soft, and proud as a breastfeeding mother.

The collar of her shirt was obviously hastily buttoned up. If the knight hadn't been holding her longsword horizontally in front of her to block it, the group of knights would have been able to see the smooth, warm, snowy cleavage beneath the collar of her shirt, which was stretched open by her snowy breasts.

The tight-fitting shirt, paired with slim-fitting trousers, accentuated the Knight's tall, sexy, and proud figure, making her appear even more graceful and haughty.

Especially her exquisitely beautiful buttocks, as full and round as a full moon and as moist and sweet as honey, were outlined in a very coveted heart-shaped curve by these tight-fitting trousers.

Those incredibly long, sexy legs, clad in knee-high silver boots, were stretched taut and straight in black tight pants, revealing a slender and graceful curve like a finely sculpted jade pillar.

What's even more captivating is the desire to trample upon her exquisite, flawless high-heeled boots with a disdainful and arrogant expression, her incredibly long, sexy legs.

What truly aroused the knights' blood was the aloof and noble lady, and the beautiful and alluring princess knight Sera, unlike those dissolute and decadent noblewomen and princess knights who were merely playthings for the nobility.

As a noblewoman, Catherine is the biological daughter of the elegant and charming Countess Castella. Sera, as Catherine's personal knight, has been her personal knight since childhood.

This means that both of these exceptional beauties are virgins.

Moreover, Castella is currently in the midst of internal strife, so they have no reason to worry about any subsequent retaliation.

The thought of being able to enjoy these two stunning sisters, who had never been touched by anyone before, made Scarface feel incredibly hot all over.

However... he wasn't entirely confident he could take down this female knight, Sera.

His mind raced, and a lewd grin spread across his face: "Since that's the case, then I can make the decision. How about we make a deal?"

"trade?"

Sera spoke coldly, her voice clear and elegant, "You unruly bandit, if it weren't for Earl Dorn's intervention, you would have more than just a scar on your face."

"So, how about this be considered compensation?"

Scarface stepped forward with his sword, leering as he scanned the two stunning beauties before him, their alluring figures making his mouth dry.

"You two, choose one to spend the night with us brothers, and we'll escort you safely to Countess Castellane's castle, how about that?"

The other knights all spoke with lewd grins.

"Yes, miss, we've worked so hard chasing after these runaway slaves, we should at least get some reward."

"I think that shirt you're wearing, Miss Knight, is quite nice; it must smell wonderful." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

"Then I want it—"

Before the knights' lewd laughter had even subsided, Sera suddenly slashed her sword at Scarface. The sword was so swift that Scarface's pupils contracted sharply, and he hurriedly raised his sword to block, causing tiny sparks to explode before his eyes.

But after Sera's longsword made its downward slash, it abruptly changed its direction, turning the slash into a thrust, aiming straight for his fingers along the hand holding the sword!

"clang--!"

The sharp longsword shattered Scarface's chain-link gauntlets, but could barely scratch him. The crisp metallic sound made Sera frown slightly. She raised her leg and swept it like a whip across Scarface's abdomen, causing him to retreat several meters while clutching his stomach!

Scarface stared at his shattered chainmail gauntlets, his face contorted with rage.

If he hadn't been fully equipped, this sword strike would have severed his sword-wielding hand, but he had achieved his goal of provoking him.

Scarface's face gleamed with lust, and almost the instant Sera repelled him, the two knights pounced on Catherine with lewd smiles on their faces!

"Dirty, stubborn bandits."

Sera's face turned cold. Just as she was about to draw her sword to return to the rescue, Scarface blocked her with his sword. She could only watch helplessly as the two knights pounced on Catherine, this cold and noble beauty, like filthy and savage beasts.

If she were alone, even without equipment, she wouldn't be someone these bandit-like knights could easily take advantage of. But with Katherina around, her actions would be greatly hampered.

As the knights charged at her, Katharina's alluring face turned icy cold. She bit her red lips slightly and her jade-like hand gripped the sharp dagger hidden in her skirt.

But just as the two knights were about to step within three meters of her, a tall and strong figure suddenly darted out from the shadows of the bushes and blocked her way.

Before the charging knight could even get close, a large hand grabbed his neck like it was grabbing a hyena!

Before the captured knight could even struggle, a large hand lifted his muscular body, weighing at least 200 pounds including his armor, from the ground. The hand then closed like an iron clamp, crushing his cervical vertebrae.

Asmodeus's deep, indifferent black eyes swept over another stunned knight. He casually tossed aside the limp corpse in his hand, snatched a longsword with his left hand, took a step forward, and slashed the knight's neck with the longsword, separating his head from his body!

The atmosphere here was deathly still.

Scarface and the two remaining knights stared blankly at Asmodie, who had sprung out of the shadows, their faces filled with disbelief.

How can this cripple be so strong?!

Kasrina's noble blue eyes gazed at the strong figure blocking her way. His physique, as hard and upright as a marble sculpture, and his chiseled muscles sent a shiver down her spine.

"Don't stand there like an idiot!" Scarface drew his sword and retreated rapidly, pointing it directly at Asmodai, roaring as he warned the other two knights.

"He's a cripple! He only has one hand left! Kill him! Quickly!"

The other two knights barely reacted, ignoring Sera, and roared as they drew their swords and charged forward.

Asmodeus glanced at them with indifferent black eyes, wiped away the blood with his longsword, raised it and swept it, deflecting the longsword from a knight's hand, then slammed the sword down with the hilt, smashing the skull under the knight's leather helmet!

Before the other knight could charge forward, Asmodeus deflected the sword with a sweeping motion, then abandoned his own sword and smashed the knight's face with a whistling sound, denting it and shattering flesh and bone along the force of his fist! The corpse flew several meters away!

After cleanly and efficiently dispatching the two knights, Asmodian picked up his longsword with his toe and gripped it, quietly feeling the knights' abundant flesh and skull transform into crimson blood spirits that drifted into the skull throne deep within his soul.

His gruesome wound on his right arm gleamed with blood, accompanied by a slight tingling sensation, as new flesh gradually grew and slowly healed.

However, the blood souls of these four knights were clearly weak. Each blood soul was less than half the number of the sword-wielding squires in the arena. They could only barely heal the wound on his right arm. To fully heal it, he would need another blood soul.

His cold, dark eyes swept over the scarred man who was already terrified. Carrying his blood-stained longsword, his boots treading on the blood, he stepped forward.

The sheer power of slaying four knights with the ease of cutting melons and vegetables sent a shiver down Scarface's spine, especially since he was now facing Sera, a female knight.

He gritted his teeth, swung his longsword past Sera, and galloped wildly toward the horses!

As long as, as long as we can get to that place, as long as—

But as soon as he turned around, he found Asmodeus's strong figure had already rushed in front of him! The iron fist holding the sword slammed into his abdomen like an iron hammer!

“Puwaa ...

A mouthful of blood gushed from Scarface's mouth, forcing him to curl up, but before he could fall, Asmodie casually discarded his longsword, grabbed his head from behind, and slammed it down onto the soft mud!

His entire face was smashed into the soft mud, half a foot deep, and his teeth shattered.

Before he could even raise his head, Asmody's fists pounded into the back of his head like giant hammers, slowly crushing and deforming his skull and iron-plated helmet in the soft mud.

The crimson, crystalline blood essence then drifted into the skull throne deep within his soul, and the last trace of the wound on his right arm healed. Although he was still unable to move, he could recover after a period of rest.

Only after Scarface had fallen silent did Asmodel lift his bleeding fist from the mud pit. His indifferent, deep black eyes silently swept over Sera, the alluring Frost Knight, who was on guard with her sword drawn, and Catherine, whose expression was complicated.

He carried the blood-stained longsword in his hand and stepped forward, each step causing the hearts of the two noble and sexy beauties, Sera and Catherine, to tremble.

If we say that the five scarred men still have a chance of winning...

If Asmodie were to harbor any ill intentions towards them, they would only suffer the fate of being brutally violated and possessed by him, their plump and alluring flesh pressed to the ground, treated like flesh toys to be wantonly defiled.

They never expected that the half-crippled slave they rescued by the roadside would have such fighting power, not only saving them but also maintaining the initiative to crush them.

Kasrina took a deep breath, biting her lip slightly: "What do you want? Kindel? Or..."

She didn't believe that just because she had saved Asmodeus, this wild, beast-like man would feel any gratitude towards them.

In this Carolant Empire, whether commoners, nobles, or even the church, everyone is a greedy and depraved bunch; there are no good people at all.

Asmodée's indifferent, deep black eyes gazed silently at the noble and aloof lady, Katharina, before him.

His voice remained indifferent, but clear and distinct.

"You saved me, this is my reward."

“My name is Asmodeus. I, Asmodeus, will repay your life with my blood.”

Chapter 4 The Lady's Reward

Kasrina looked at the cold and indifferent man in front of her; his deep, detached black eyes made her heart tremble.

The man before them, so cold it was chilling, clearly had absolute control and possession over them, yet he never violated them in the slightest.

Simply because they saved his life—a plot that only exists in bard tales…

Asmodian ignored the hesitant noblewoman before him, and amidst their strange gazes, gathered the knights' corpses and counted the spoils of war one by one.

He picked out the better one from the five longswords and weighed it in his hand.

The steel longsword, about 1.3 meters long, with a leather handguard, weighs about 3 kilograms. It was made using conventional forging techniques and was far inferior to the silver flame longsword wielded by Lord Castorly of the Dorn Knights and the fine steel longswords used by his squires.

Although the steel longsword was cheap and crudely made, it was sturdy enough for him.

The chainmail, the remaining knight's longsword, and the iron-trimmed leather helmet were all cheap equipment he didn't need.

In addition, there were four crossbows and four quivers, totaling about eighty crossbow bolts, including ten armor-piercing arrows.

He picked out a crossbow made of animal sinew, loaded it with bolts, and counted out ten bolts to carry with him.

Finally, he had looted two gold coins, twenty-seven silver shillings, and nearly a hundred copper pennies from the corpses of the five knights.

Asmodée picked up a gold coin and examined it closely.

It weighs approximately six grams and is engraved with a golden crown and laurel branch.

The monetary system of this world is very similar to that of a certain utterly immoral and depraved country from my previous life, the ceiling of human civilization, the lowest point of human morality, a notorious troublemaker, the country with the highest KD index, the scum of the earth. It would steal others' food even if it was starving itself, and it would steal others' food even if it wasn't starving itself. It would uncover others' blankets even if it was frozen awake, and it would uncover others' blankets even if it wasn't frozen awake itself. Occasionally it would harm others for its own benefit, but often it would do so even if it didn't benefit itself. It would stir up trouble with those close to it, and it would stir up trouble with those completely unrelated to it. It would create a great famine when it had nothing to do, and it would create a great famine even when it was busy. It would prevent the Sultan's grain ships from entering, even though the Queen donated two thousand pounds. It was a cod destroyer, a potato famine creator, and a country with extremely corrupt morals, a country that accused others of being morally corrupt itself.

They all used the monetary system of gold dirhams, silver shillings, and copper pennies.

The conversion unit was also one gold coin, twelve shillings, and two hundred and forty pence, a typical anti-human currency conversion method that was criticized by historians and cursed by historical authors who wrote novels in the past.

Two gold dirhams and twenty-seven silver shillings, in this empire, would be enough to feed a peasant family for two years, but for a knight, it would only be enough to equip a set of chainmail and a sword.

The productivity of this world is not much different from that of the Middle Ages, but it has gained magic and divine arts, as well as creatures like dragons and alien races.

However, the humans in this world seem to have extreme contempt for beastmen and other races. Even special races like minotaurs and spider beauties are slaughtered or sent to gladiatorial arenas, and are never used for production.

Mages who know arcane magic are extremely rare. Arcane knowledge is monopolized by the White Tower Alliance and is rarely used in production. Priests are exemplary figures who leave their jobs to work in the church.

After Asmodé finished counting his spoils, a pair of exquisite and elegant light blue high heels and black stockings gracefully stepped into his line of sight.

"What brings you here?" Asmodeus asked calmly, raising his longsword.

Kasrina looked at the man before her. His muscles, as hard and solid as a granite sculpture, did not appear bulky or rugged. Instead, they were extremely tall and upright. His eyes, as black as ink, were deep and indifferent, devoid of any emotion.

This man, almost bare-handed, slaughtered five fully armed knights with overwhelming force; she had only ever seen such combat prowess among knight commanders. (The remaining text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

She raised her delicate hand to gather the stray chestnut hair from her forehead, trying her best to maintain the nobility and elegance of an aristocrat in front of the other person, and said softly.