Blood Emperor Throne

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It was the height of summer, the breeding season for most of the centaurs and calamity beasts, and Asmodian... had always stayed in Castoria and had never enjoyed this priority breeding right among the calamity beasts...

This is why Claudia was quite unhappy with Asmodel; after all, she was already in the throes of pregnancy and had prepared herself for Asmodel to implant a seed in her.

There is no reproductive barrier between centaurs and humans. Female centaurs can be impregnated by male humans, and male centaurs can impregnate female humans.

To be more precise, humans and beastmen are strictly speaking close relatives, and there is basically no reproductive isolation as the Imperial apothecary claimed; it all depends on who the mother is.

If the mother is a centaur, then the offspring will also be centaurs; if the mother is a human female, then the offspring will naturally be human.

However, the bloodline of centaurs and humans will generally carry the characteristics of both. For example, offspring born to a centaur mother will no longer have horse ears, their pupils and appearance will be more similar to humans, and they will also be more intelligent.

If the mother is a human female, she will have a normal human body, but will have the characteristics of a horse's ears. She will also have extremely fast running speed and excellent endurance, as well as extremely strong eyesight and digestive abilities.

The same applies to orcs, and also to goat-men.

The only exception is the Minotaur, whose bloodline is ferocious and whose entire population is male. Male Minos can only produce offspring by mating with female Minos or human females who have no reproductive barriers in terms of physiological characteristics. Offspring are produced based on the mother's condition.

This is why, every time wild beasts invade, they plunder human females to serve as breeding grounds, because human blood can interbreed with almost any creature, even powerful dragons. It should be noted that there are quite a few sub-dragon species in the current Carorant Empire.

Most of these sub-dragons are offspring of human women born to the lewd five-colored dragons, possessing some dragon blood, and some even have the ability to unleash arcane magic.

The Norscans, who are also human, do not have the reproductive ability of the Imperials. However, these Norscans can obtain beast-like bodies and the ability to control the Ice Plains by engaging in filthy transactions with the demons of the Abyss.

This time, if this female centaur, who has already given birth to a daughter and is fully in the process of a safe delivery, were to send a message... perhaps, because of her advanced stage of pregnancy, she would easily be impregnated by this tall and handsome beast king?

The mere thought of Asmodeus's tall, strong figure and his sculpted, marble-like muscles caused her ponytail, hidden beneath her chestnut silk cloak, to sway slightly.

What made Sally's face light up with joy was the thought that her proud and beautiful clan leader, Claudia, was also approaching retirement age.

As the fighting subsided, the centaur rangers and horned beast herds gradually dispersed. The wounded horned beasts were dragged back for care and treatment. With clean gauze and some pharmacological knowledge from Castellania, even these crippled beastmen received basic humane treatment.

Although it was just the most basic hemostasis and bone healing, for beasts and humans for whom injury meant death, it was no less than a rebirth.

The horned beasts, reduced to blood and gore, were only salvaged for their equipment and armor. The beastmen did not clean up the torn and mangled remains like humans would, but instead left them to rot and decay on the land, becoming part of nature.

Beastmen are savage, brutal, sadistic, and dark in nature, but they know very well that they belong to nature and to this forest. Whether they are eaten by ravens and wild beasts after death or turned into rotting mud, it is just their final resting place.

They are born in nature, active in the forest, and after they die, they turn into mud and decay among the branches and leaves. It is just an ordinary cycle of reincarnation.

The three minotaurs lying in a pool of blood were dragged back to the herd by nearly twenty extremely strong and robust male centaurs.

Each minotaur is a powerful fighting force for a pack of beasts in life, and even more valuable after death.

The flesh and blood of the Minotaur can strengthen the physique and constitution of the Beastman; its horns can be used as horns and weapons; its sinews can be made into crossbows and bows; its skulls can be used as decorations for chariots and armor; and its bones can be used to feed the Thorn Beast or to share its food.

This method of treatment is extremely inhumane and cruel in human society. After all, the Minotaur is, in a strict sense, part of the Beastman, and doing so is no less than cannibalism.

But among the Beastmen, this was just an ordinary part of their daily lives.

Beastmen are like forest cleaners, clearing out and utilizing all the remains of corpses, even rotting flesh and decaying bone fragments, which starving beastmen will fight over.

Only the orderly goat and centaur races, and the somewhat more orderly orc race, do not have this habit.

After the horde of calamities withdrew from the forest, the atmosphere returned to the tranquility and serenity that belonged to the forest once more.

However, a pure white crow perched atop a treetop, its blood-red eyes, as clear and bright as blood, taking in everything that had happened from beginning to end.

“Ka-ka-ka-ka”

The hoarse, muffled cawing, like a bone saw cutting through a plank, echoed nine times before the white crow flapped its snow-white wings, shed nine pure white feathers, and slowly drifted down to the woods, flying away from the area.

As the nine pure white feathers drifted slowly down with the wind, they landed gently in the pool of blood that rippled in the breeze. Surprisingly, these nine white feathers did not get stained with a single drop of blood. Instead, they formed the shape of a raven's eye in the thick, scarlet blood. Finally, as a wisp of bloody wind drifted by, the nine feathers vanished in the blink of an eye, like white mist.

"Hmm?" Deep in the woods, Claudia paused, her brows furrowing slightly. A strange sense of unease made her immediately draw her longsword, her amber eyes coldly sweeping over the pool of blood behind her.

"What's wrong, Chieftain?" Sally also picked up the heavy crossbow beside her, nocked an arrow, and asked with a frown.

"Nothing, just a little inexplicably irritable." Claudia tapped the hilt of her sword lightly with her fingertips adorned with gilded silver gauntlets, frowning as she gazed at the pool of blood rippling with crimson light.

"I have a feeling... there's some kind of evil spirit around."

Having said that, her wild, proud amber eyes swept across the quiet grove. At this moment, only a few wisps of cool breeze rustled through the night, causing the dark branches to sway in the shadows. In this dark and gloomy forest, she inexplicably felt that the summer night's wind had become a little colder.

"I didn't feel anything."

Sally frowned slightly, raised her delicate hand, and the two squads of centaur rangers put down the three-headed minotaur corpses they were dragging, picked up their steel spears, and went into battle alert. The surrounding horned beasts echoed with bloodthirsty growls.

"It must be an illusion." Claudia brandished her longsword, creating a gust of wind that swept through the branches and leaves, then sheathed the sword and let out a cold snort.

"Go back first. Tonight, have the beast horde on high alert, be wary of a surprise attack from the Gray Wind Scourge beast horde. Also, Sally, thank you for your hard work; you have to head to Castella tomorrow morning."

"Okay, patriarch."

The wary herd of beasts, having lowered their guard, dragged the three minotaur's corpses back into the herd. However, this time, the centaur archers patrolling the area gathered in the center of the herd, their heavy crossbows fully cocked, ready for a surprise attack from the darkness.

Claudia's unease was not unfounded. Beastmen have near-night vision, able to clearly spot prey at a distance of thirty meters. Centaurs and beastmen, on the other hand, possess the instincts of wild animals to sense every rustle of wind within a ten-meter radius.

However, despite this instinctive perception, Claudia did not notice anything unusual, even though her animal instincts had already sounded the alarm.

This phenomenon is extremely abnormal.

Fortunately, the herd didn't notice anything amiss until they returned with the carcass of the three minotaurs, which relieved Claudia slightly.

Just as Claudia led the herd back, in another herd in the distant gray-black valley, a white raven flew over the torch-lit herd, soaring over the savage, bloodthirsty minotaurs. Its white wings swept past the half-goat cavalrymen who were ready for battle, and then swiftly over the herd of horned beasts with spears and lances, and the bloodthirsty, ferocious horned beasts wielding double axes.

Finally, after passing two minotaurs that were four meters tall and had a robust physique, the small, snow-white raven landed in the center of Ashenvale, in front of a stone house surrounded by blooming flowers and fragrant grass.

The sea of ​​flowers and fragrant grasses blooming together, with vines and flowers entwining the stone houses, form a stark contrast to the entire horde of bloodthirsty, violent beasts and humans filled with the atmosphere of savage warfare.

In front of the stone house, a bird platform made of interwoven stone pillars and flowering vines became the white crow's resting place. The white crow lightly landed on the bird platform with its two sharp and delicate snow-white claws, casually shook its wings, and then used its long, slender, blood-red and translucent beak to tidy its wings, waiting quietly.

A moment later, the stone door of the stone house, entwined with flower vines, slowly opened, and a pair of crystal-clear, jade-like, snow-white, fragrant feet, along with a pair of plump, jade-like, smooth, and supple white jade feet, gracefully stepped over the flowers, grasses, and vines, slowly arriving in front of the bird platform.

"Really? That proud centaur chieftain actually has a male who can conquer her?"

A gentle, ethereal voice, as soothing as a breeze rustling through the vines of a secluded valley, slowly rose from in front of the stone house in the gray valley.

"In that case, we need to make arrangements as soon as possible, although I don't really want to engage in a large-scale war with this centaur chieftain."

Chapter 84: The Encirclement War (Resumed!)

The following day, at dawn, the details of the terms of the defeat between Lady Brendor and the new Baroness Gruul were quickly placed on the breakfast tables of the territories and lords surrounding Castella.

It wasn't that the means of communication had become faster; it was simply that Asmodé had rushed to produce hundreds of copies of the draft notice of the terms of defeat before the negotiations even began, specifically to send to the nobles and lords to ensure that they wouldn't have a peaceful breakfast.

The notices of defeat were all made of the finest parchment scrolls and written with bold ink and a quill pen.

This was to ensure that information about these terms of defeat would reach the nobles and lords who were trying to play ostriches.

After all, with such a brief message, bolded ink, and parchment scrolls that had been urgently placed on the table that morning, it would be difficult for these nobles and lords to ignore it, even if they wanted to.

The terms of the defeat were divided into five clauses, each extremely brief and clear. It was obvious that only a professional financial secretary could draft such clauses, and that only a gentle and elegant lady could write them in such beautiful handwriting.

1. Brendor and Gruul were defeated and annexed by Castellane, with Lady Alice of Brendor and the newly appointed Baron Dolores of Gruul acting as their administrators.

This alone was enough to make the surrounding nobles and lords tremble with fear and live in constant unease.

They had considered that Castellania might annex two territories at once, without the threat of a siege.

They also considered that Castellania might ignore their encirclement threat and seize more benefits.

But they never imagined that after they formed an encirclement, Castellania would still dare to ignore their threats and annex two territories.

Once this annexation occurs, their encirclement will be impossible to avoid. If it isn't formed, Castellaia will become a terrifying demon that devours people at will! A great demon that devours a viscountry today and an earlry tomorrow!

With Castella's current size and military strength, it could easily devour those weak little territories like dessert, and then, after finishing the dessert, it could use a knife and fork to devour those count territories like steak.

Forming an encirclement to curb Castellania's expansion and thereby suppress Castellania, even forcing it to relinquish the annexed territories, became the only way for these nobles and lords, large and small, to survive.

Second: Brundor shall compensate Castella with 30,000 gold dirhams, and Gruul shall compensate with 20,000 gold dirhams.

This is nothing unusual; war reparations are a perfectly normal occurrence. Although the total war reparations of 50,000 are equivalent to two years' worth of revenue for the wealthy Earl of Dorne, not to mention the slave gladiatorial arena, these two wealthy territories can still manage to come up with the money by gritting their teeth, selling some family property, and adding some taxes.

Third: The Knights of the Dawn and the Viscount's Royal Guard Knights of Brendor merged into a single knightly order, which was led by Asmod, the Knight Commander of Castellania, with Dolores remaining as the leader.

This... is rather intriguing.

Most people have heard of the Dawn Gold Princess Knights, after all, there are only a few organized knightly orders in this barren border earldom.

This Knights of the Maidens, nominally serving as Dolores's personal guard, consists of a group of alluring and voluptuous women with curvaceous figures, possessing a mature and alluring charm that constantly stimulates men.

Among them are some mature and voluptuous female knights and female knights, whose bodies are plump and soft, and whose flesh is mature yet still has a firm and supple bodybuilding curve.

It can be said that any of the female knights in the Xijin Princess Knights Order would be a charming and alluring beauty that would make these nobles drool and covet her. In particular, these Xijin Princess Knights are extremely fond of female knight attire such as stockings, high-heeled boots, and shiny pantyhose.

More than one nobleman had fantasized about these noble, alluring, and mature female knights, forcing them to change into extremely seductive and beautiful bodysuits, glossy stockings, high-heeled boots, and specially made sexy female knight armor, so that with an arrogant and contemptuous attitude, they could trample and ravage their fat, bloated, and ugly bodies under their enchanting and mature stockings, high-heeled boots.

More than one nobleman and lord had imagined that after these beautiful female knights and their female knights were defeated, they were ravaged by those lowly, filthy poor people and brutal, savage beastmen who held their plump, soft, oily stockings and ravaged them until their lustful eyes rolled back and they cried out in lust.

Of course, they only thought about it, completely unaware that the Dawn Gold Princess Knights they had always coveted had been transformed into Asmodie's personal slave princess knights.

It was precisely because the reputation of the Xi Jin Ji Knights was so widespread that many rumors circulated after the third clause of defeat was introduced.

Rumors circulated that Dolores, the beautiful knight with a voluptuous figure, had fallen from grace and become a slave knight at the mercy of the tall and strong knight commander.

There are also rumors that the entire Order of the Dawn Knights, a whole group of noble, beautiful, and voluptuous Dawn Knights, were all defeated by Asmodie alone, and were reduced to a group of female slave knights who would humiliatingly raise their plump, silk-stockinged buttocks before him for his violation and ravaging.

Meanwhile, the most talked-about were Dolores, the Knights of the Golden Princess, the widowed duchess Alice, and the duchess of Nabolot, all of whom became female slaves and bitches at Asmodé's disposal.

Of course, this last point was the one that received the most criticism, and almost no one dared to believe it.

In conclusion, no matter how lewd and outrageous the rumors may be, one thing is certain: from now on, this knightly order outside of the Dorne Knights, this order of the Golden Princess Knights, whose members are mostly beautiful and charming female knights, will likely become the knightly order under the command of Asmodie, the handsome and aloof knight commander.

And this knight commander also commands the Purple Nightingale Knights, which made it impossible to stop the rumors from spreading further.

Fourth: Alice and Dolores are not allowed to establish any other military forces besides their respective personal guard knights.

This is a reasonable point, but it's one that many nobles and lords have ignored.

After all, defeated territories are generally not allowed to establish military forces, so Castella's decision to allow the establishment of Royal Guard Knights is already quite lenient.

However, when this clause is combined with the previous one, it becomes clear that this seemingly lenient treaty actually means that the only military force you can establish is controlled by Castelia.

Fifth: Castella will send the Purple Nightingale Knights to the two territories, and Lady Alice and Baron Dolores will be required to travel to Castella's castle every month to report on the situation.

This one, compared to the previous four, is the least surprising.

It was common for the victorious side to station troops in the territory wars of nobles, and it was not considered a big deal.

The only thing that sparks the imagination is that the elegant and intellectual widow Alice, with her plump breasts, ripe buttocks, and voluptuous flesh, and the proud and charming knight Medusa, with her gourd-shaped, voluptuous body, both need to regularly travel to the castle in Castellania to report on their current situation.

After all, as far as these nobles and lords knew, the castle in Castellania was home to only one male knight, Asmodeus.

Meanwhile, the elegant widow Alice, with her plump breasts and ample buttocks, and the alluring knight Dolores, regularly visit the castle and stay for several days at a time to report on their current situation.

This combination of elements makes it hard not to have impure thoughts.

However, for the vast majority of people, what they are imagining in their minds is nothing more than lewd jokes, and no one cares.

After a brief moment of contemplation, the nobles and lords who received the declaration of defeat no longer needed to consider the ownership of the Dawn Gold Princess Knights or the ownership of the gentle widow and the alluring princess knight.

What they needed to think about next was how to deal with Castellania, which was poised to devour them whole, this group of greedy and lewd nobles.

These five terms of defeat essentially determined that Brundor and Gruul would henceforth exist as vassals of Castelia.

This also revealed to the nobles Castellania's strong desire to annex territory and the thunderous war drums of this war machine once it was in full swing.

In terms of military strategy, even though these nobles still believe that Castellania's defeat of the Earl of Dorne, the Viscount of Brendor, and the Baron of Gruul was merely a lucky break, they have to admit it.

The knights that Castella has assembled and can currently command possess a military force sufficient to easily crush any one of them. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

In terms of wealth and heritage, they are incomparable. You must know that among the barren border lordships, there are only three rich and stable grain-producing areas: Dorne, Brendor, and Berenstein. Once Castellania takes over Berenstein, it goes without saying that they will not be able to beat Castellania in terms of grain alone.

After much deliberation, encirclement became their only option.

Chapter 85 The Alluring and Charming Lady (Updates resume as normal!)

It wasn't just the nobles and lords around Castella who received the terms of defeat from Brundor and Gruul.

In a count's territory adjacent to Castella, in a secluded noble estate purchased privately by a distinguished noble, the Platinum Rose Princess Knights, clad in gilded rose plate armor, finished their overnight stay and prepared to depart.

Inside the manor, at a table laden with luxurious pastries, a charming and alluring lady in black stockings gracefully puts down her knife and fork. Her pair of plump, mature, and glossy black stockings are slightly crossed, and the silky, thin, and lustrous high-end black pantyhose rustles softly as the two plump, mature, and soft black stockings rub against each other, creating a series of enchanting and ambiguous sounds.

Orissa's attention shifted from the sweet pastries and honey salad in front of her. Her tender, soft, and alluring black stockings, adorned with a pair of elegant and sophisticated black semi-transparent crystal ankle straps and crystal pointed-toe high heels, landed lightly on the wooden floor, creating a soft and ambiguous sound.

These black and red semi-transparent pointed crystal stilettos, with their elegant and noble style and exquisite design, are not only long and graceful, but even the ankle straps are adorned with black and red roses. The smooth and delicate crystal edges of the shoes open elegantly at the arch of her mature and plump black silk-clad noblewoman's feet.

The pure, translucent crystal soles of her shoes, together with the mature arches of her black silk stockings exuding a rose-like fragrance, together form a glossy black silk honey source that is enough to make any male's blood boil. With each movement and fall, the combination of her mature, soft, and lustrous silk stockings and the noble and gorgeous black and red crystal high heels inspires endless fantasies.

"Diana."

She took the wet wipe from the maid and wiped the thick, creamy residue from her luscious red lips. She lazily got up, and her two soft, plump breasts, wrapped in a light blue lace dress, rippled slightly as she gently lifted her moist, ripe, and voluptuous buttocks.

"I am here, Madam." The elegant and aloof black-stockinged knight captain stepped forward, wearing over-the-knee gilded boots, and handed over the terms of defeat sent by Asmodian.

Orisa's languid and alluring emerald green eyes glanced briefly at the details of the defeat clause before averting her gaze.

"How much longer until the trip?"