Blood Emperor Throne

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“I, Katharina Desara, a noblewoman of Castella, wish to hire you as my knight commander.”

Asmodeus listened to her finish speaking, then picked up his sword, tucked it into his waistband, and sheathed his longsword. His cold, dark eyes looked at the noble and aloof beauty before him, a woman coveted by countless men.

"You just need to tell me what you can offer in compensation."

“A noblewoman, accompanied only by a personal female knight, with no attendants or guards, I can’t think of any other reason besides being down on her luck and losing her territory.”

“I can help you reclaim your territory, but I want to know, what can you, this fallen noblewoman, offer that would make me draw my sword?”

Kasrina met Asmody's calm, chillingly dark eyes and bit her red lips: "My mother's Castria suffered from internal rebellion and the invasion of the Beastmen."

“I know it’s shameless, but I beg you to help my mother quell the rebellion and the Beastmen of Castella.”

"And the reward..." Her noble and aloof, exquisitely beautiful face flushed with a captivating blush. She crossed her arms and slightly turned her clear, noble, sky-blue eyes, her soft, charming voice carrying a hint of shyness.

"After you have pacified Castella, you may take anything from Castella."

Asmodai listened quietly and pondered for a moment.

In fact, this is not an equal contract; what the other party is giving is nothing more than empty bargaining chips.

Katharina was well aware of this, so her noble and aloof pale blue eyes were full of hope, and the noble and beautiful princess knight Sera behind her was even more aware of the importance of the man in front of her.

Today, Castella is ravaged by rebels and beastmen, with only the lord's castle remaining, while vast swathes of territory have been lost.

For Kasrina now, if she wants to quell the rebellion in Castellania and the invasion of the Beastmen, she must rely on the man in front of her.

But right now, she has absolutely no bargaining chips to offer.

She wasn't even confident she could repay Asmodé with this illusory bargaining chip, so how to keep this man became her most pressing concern...

However, for Asmodae, the illusory stakes were not important.

His power increases require war, slaughter, large-scale massacres and skulls, blood and fire.

The Castellan rebellion and the Beastman invasion were exactly the kind of war and slaughter he needed right now.

Moreover, whether it's seeking revenge against the Earldom of Dorne or establishing a foothold in this corrupt and decadent empire, he needs to build his own power base.

The current Countdom of Castellia is just right.

He sheathed his longsword, stepped forward, and stood before Catherine. His tall and robust figure made the noblewoman's proud, plump, snow-white breasts, wrapped in a white, openwork lace-like fabric, press against his hard, solid chest. He spoke quietly.

"Tell me about the current situation in Castella, the rebels, the Beastmen, and the Earldom of Dorne and the Carorant Empire."

The firm yet warm touch, combined with a touch of soft, spring-like warmth, caused a blush to rise on Katharina's delicate, fair face.

But she simply held on, turning her shy, alluring eyes away, suppressing her embarrassment as the man's unrestrained, fiery gaze lingered on her incredibly voluptuous and sexy flesh beneath her light blue silk dress.

Asmodie's deep, indifferent black eyes silently surveyed the alluring and captivating noblewoman before him.

The noblewoman's snow-white, plump breasts, trembling like soft, fragrant honey balls, along with her graceful, slender white back beneath her light blue silk dress, and her smooth, plump buttocks outlined by the close-fitting dress, were all exposed to his eyes at an angle that made his blood boil.

"And the signing of the contract."

After a period of rest, night fell, and a campfire was lit in the forest.

Asmodé poked at the campfire in front of him, brushed aside the red-hot ashes and threw in a few potatoes. He then diced the carrots, potatoes, beef, and onions he had collected with a dagger, placed a pot on the stove, sprinkled in coarse salt, and cooked the broth.

Since being sold into the gladiatorial arena, his daily food consisted of nothing more than a piece of black bread mixed with sawdust, dead rat meat, and chunks of wild animal meat mixed with a few bone fragments. Today was his first hot meal.

He watched quietly as the broth steamed in the pot, organizing the information he had gathered from Catherine's account that afternoon, as well as the information about this world.

In short, the Carolant Empire was an electoral empire similar in structure to the Holy Roman Empire. If we include the two electorates that have been destroyed, there were a total of thirteen electorates.

The empire is bordered by ice fields to the north, the Black Stone Mountains to the east, the desert climate of the western regions to the west, and a vast area of ​​jungle and swamp terrain to the south.

He is currently located at the border of the Electorate of Scalante, in the south of the Empire, at the intersection of the County of Castella and the County of Dorne.

Although the two earls intersect, their territories and populations are completely disproportionate.

Castella is only 30,000 acres of territory, but nearly 20,000 acres of it are covered by the Ancaru Forest, the largest forest in the empire. The Beastmen frequently invade, and although the population is not small, it is not large either, with about 8,000 people.

The Earldom of Dorne, with a territory of approximately 50,000 acres, not only occupies the Ruhr River, a vital water source, but also possesses vast tracts of fertile, arable land. Furthermore, the territory has little forest cover, resulting in fewer attacks from Beastmen.

The vast fertile farmland and the Ruhr River, a land rich in aquatic resources, enabled Count Dorn to support a population far exceeding the size of his territory, reaching nearly 20,000, twice that of Castria. In addition, the slave arena he established through the slave trade of the drow elves earned him a large sum of money every day.

The current Earldom of Castella was first invaded by the beastmen of the Ancaru Forest during the summer.

This resulted in the loss of most of the army controlled by the current Countess Castella, who is also Catherine's mother, Countess Osalia Desara.

Meanwhile, Count Dorne had long coveted the elegant and mature beauty of Meosaria, who possessed a voluptuous and alluring body with ample breasts. Before the Castellan army could recover from the beast tide, Count Dorne had already supported the nobles within the Castellan territory in launching a rebellion.

Countess Osalia's army is caught between two problems: the need to quell the rampaging and plundering beastmen within her territory and the need to deal with the harassment and invasion of the rebels. As a result, only the lord's castle remains standing and is in grave danger.

Fortunately, this situation is not without solutions.

The rebels are currently observing the situation and have not advanced further into the lord's castle, waiting for Countess Osalia to make a decision to relinquish the territory. At present, only the Beastmen are harassing the lord's castle.

Taking advantage of this information gap, he could first conquer the beastmen in the Ancaru Forest and bring the calamity beast pack led by the snow-white female centaur Claudia, the Silver Calamity, under his control.

Then, by integrating the calamity beast horde and the remnants of Castellania's army, they wiped out the rebel force of three hundred men, led by thirty knights.

What followed was to take control of the Countessate of Castella and the elegant and charming Countess of Castella, Osalia.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

The crisp, elegant sound of high heels clicking on the solid pavement made Asmodie slightly lift his eyes from his reverie and look at the aloof and elegant lady walking behind him.

Catherine, supporting herself on the parked carriage, bent her slender waist slightly, lifted her moist, beautiful buttocks, and slipped her alluring, gorgeous black-stockinged feet, adorned with pale purple nail polish, out of her light blue crystal high heels.

She lifted her high heels, her exquisite and gorgeous black-stockinged feet stepping on the soft grass, and sat lazily by the campfire beside Asmodé, her noble and aloof light blue eyes curiously studying him.

By this time, Asmodae had already washed himself in the shallow stream, shedding his slave attire, bloodstains, and the filth of his slave life. He had changed into a fitted white shirt and fitted black trousers, with a long sword at his waist. His expression when he frowned in deep thought was somewhat intellectual and gentle.

His neat, black, tousled hair, handsome and resolute face, and deep, inky black eyes held a chillingly profound indifference.

The glistening water droplets soaked his snow-white shirt, clinging to his steel-like, solid muscles, outlining his tall and upright figure with a perfectly rugged profile like a marble sculpture. Every sculpted muscle contained astonishing power and unwavering charm.

His cold and aloof handsome face softened the cool charm in her eyes, making her even more curious about him.

"I have a few questions I'd like to ask."

Asmodée sprinkled a pinch of fine salt into the pot, then picked up a wooden bowl, ladled out a broth, and handed it to the noblewoman beside her.

Kasrina brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead and took the soup: "Ask away."

She took a sip; the taste was warm, smooth, and fragrant, which softened the coolness in her light blue, alluring eyes.

“The Count of Castella, it’s a frontier Count’s territory, isn’t it?” Asmodie ladled out a bowl of soup and took a sip.

"If that's the case, then if these border territories are annexed, will the emperor intervene?"

“Of course not,” Catherine replied curiously. “The current emperor of the empire is Empress Catelyn I, the Elector of Arrien, and has no right to interfere with other Electorates.”

"Moreover, every border territory is extremely barren and of no use to the Elector; it would be no exaggeration to call it a place of exile. Even the Grand Duke and the Elector would not interfere."

"Is that so..." Asmodeus felt a little relieved, now he wouldn't have to worry about eating the ground.

"The second question is whether the Church can intervene in the conflict between Castella and the Earldom of Dorne."

"No, the church only cares about tithes and won't interfere."

"Then, the third question, how many border territories are there around Castella?"

“The five are the Viscount Brendor and Baron Gruul, which occupy the Ruhr River in the north; the Earl of Ucanster, which occupies a copper mine and an iron mine in the west; and the Earl of Dorne and another smaller earldom, Earl of Bernstein, in the east.”

Asmodé nodded, and then a rustling sound in the woods made him frown.

His dark, indifferent eyes swept coldly into the depths of the forest, where a faint, pungent stench mixed with the savage aura of wild beasts gradually approached the camp.

Was it the scent of the knight's blood that attracted the wild beasts...?

Asmodai hesitated for a few seconds, then, under Kasrina's questioning gaze, put down the wooden bowl, picked up his longsword, and disappeared into the woods.

He arrived at the spot where the knights' corpses had been dumped, crouched down with his longsword under his arm, and looked at the five knights' corpses before him, now unrecognizable and covered with teeth marks. The animal hoof prints on the ground made his eyes turn cold.

Picking up a tuft of light brown fur, the hair was short and coarse, stained with blood, resembling both a hyena and a wolf.

Not a wild beast... nor a vulture...

He hesitated for a moment, then cut his hand with his longsword, letting a drop of bright red blood fall onto the knight's corpse. He then turned back and left, supporting himself with the longsword at his waist.

Not long after he left, a bloodthirsty growl and the sounds of fighting and scrambling came from the shadows of the woods.

This bloodthirsty growl confirmed Asmodie's identification of the forest beast.

After returning to the campfire, Asmody only told Katharina that it was an ordinary wild animal when she asked him questions. After drinking the soup and eating the salted kebabs and roasted potatoes, he went back to his tent.

Night fell quickly, the campfire died down, and darkness descended.

Having experienced a series of events during the day, Catherine and Sera quickly entered the tent, while Asmodie quietly closed his eyes, clutching his longsword.

Outside the camp, a soft, rapid thud of hooves enveloped the territory, while bloodthirsty roars echoed through the dark, deep night forest. Inside the camp, two horses pounded their hooves restlessly, as if something terrifying lurked in the shadows.

As a twisted, deformed hoof covered in wild mane stepped onto the outer perimeter of the camp, causing a soft ringing sound, Asmody opened his cold, dark eyes, picked up his longsword, and strode quickly into the tent next to Katharina's.

However, as soon as he stepped into the tent, the knight Sera, who had hurriedly changed into a clean white tight shirt and slim-fitting trousers, seemed to regard him as an intruder and raised her firm and straight long legs to sweep towards his waist and abdomen!

Asmodian frowned slightly, grabbed her delicate, smooth, and fair foot with his large hand, then grabbed her long, white legs and twisted them over her head. His tall and strong body pressed the knight's tall, sexy, and alluring flesh beneath him.

Because her hands were tied behind her back, and she hadn't had time to button up her shirt in her haste to change, the already tight shirt burst open when Asmodie pressed her down. Her ample, perky, white breasts stretched the shirt so much that the buttons popped open.

Those two fair, smooth, and plump breasts, like two jade peaks, were so white and smooth that they were adorned with two pink, delicate peach blossoms. They trembled and bounced out of the white shirt, revealing the extremely beautiful sight of the snow-white knight in Asmodian's eyes.

Furthermore, Asmody grabbed one of her long, firm, and sexy legs, forcing her into an extremely shameful split. Her soft, moist vulva was accentuated by the tight trousers, making it appear exceptionally full.

"You! Let go..."

Upon seeing the person before her, Sera slightly turned her beautiful, noble eyes, which held a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, and whispered a rebuke.

"Next time, see clearly before you retaliate," Asmodeus said calmly, looking at the noble and beautiful eyes of the female knight who were filled with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance. She raised her hand and patted her plump and rounded breasts, causing them to tremble and shake, and the peach blossoms to slightly open.

"Hmm~~ You!"

This blasphemy caused Sera to let out a soft moan from her full, luscious red lips, her beautiful eyes filled with shame and anger. But after meeting Asmodie's deep, indifferent black eyes, she finally looked away with her noble and beautiful golden eyes and apologized softly.

"Feel sorry……"

Deep inside the tent, Catherine lay asleep, her bright red lace nightgown loosely draped. Her noble and aloof light blue eyes looked at the man who had suddenly barged into the tent and pinned her personal knight down.

Asmodeus?

The aloof and elegant lady clutched her loose collar, feeling quite embarrassed and flustered. She was completely unaware that because she was nervously pulling up her collar, her already hip-length halter-neck silk dress was lifted up, revealing most of her fair and shapely legs and her plump, round buttocks. A very close-fitting and extremely thin, hollowed-out white lace was faintly visible.

"Be obedient." Asmodian released the knight beneath him, his indifferent black eyes looking at Catherine. He drew his longsword, its cold light causing the two women's hearts to tremble.

"You stay and watch over her," Asmodeus said, lifting the curtain and turning back to instruct the knight.

"I'll take care of these beastmen."

Chapter 5 The Work of the Princess Knight

Deep in the dense forest, the sound of frenzied hooves mixed with the heavy roars of wild beasts shattered the tranquility.

The early summer moonlight was as bright as gauze, but it was shattered into hazy fragments by the lush forest.

"Roar!!"

A bloodthirsty roar shattered the tranquility of the night!

Nearly fifty deformed, hunched, and emaciated inferior horned beasts, wielding crude stone spears and short bows made of animal sinew, transformed into a savage horde and pounced on Asmodie, who was carrying a blood-stained longsword and stepping into the shadows of the forest.

Asmodian casually tossed away a horned beast head, his dark eyes silently sweeping over the approaching horde of inferior horned beasts.

The Inferior Horned Beast is a creature among the forest beastmen that is second only to the goblin in terms of lowliness.

These inferior horned beasts are humanoid, with a curved back, a thin and deformed body, and fur covering their chest and hands. Their feet are curved and deformed, resembling the hooves of an even-toed ungulate, and their hands are human-like but covered with thick fur and sharp claws.

Apart from their short horns and ferocious fangs, their hairless animal heads are no different from human skulls. Their eyes are scarlet and flash with a greedy and brutal bloodlust, and foul-smelling saliva drips from the corners of their mouths.

"Roar--!"

Three horned beasts, each wielding a stone spear and clad in rough animal hides, roared and charged at Asmodeus. But as Asmodeus swept his longsword across, the three emaciated and deformed horned beasts were cleaved in two at the waist! Steaming, crimson, writhing chunks of flesh spilled onto the ground.

The instant he swept away those few inferior horned beasts, another inferior horned beast lurking in the shadows roared and pounced on Asmodai from the right! But his healed right arm suddenly clamped down on its skull! With a sharp squeeze! The inferior horned beast's deformed skull shattered!

The inferior and mottled blood souls of these dozen or so inferior horned beasts gradually restored Asmodie's injured hands. Although they were not fully healed, they were now able to move freely.

The pungent stench of blood and gore constantly fueled the savage instincts of the inferior beasts! Dozens of them, like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, lunged at their prey, which exuded a delicious aroma of flesh and blood, wielding stone spears!

"Crack——!"

With a dull thud of bowstrings, more than a dozen inferior horned beasts simultaneously released their sinewy bowstrings! Crude short arrows, bound with sharp stones and vine feathers, wobbled as they hurtled toward Asmodie!

Asmodie glanced indifferently at the flying arrows, gripped his longsword in reverse, and cleaved a horned beast that lunged from the side into pieces, its flesh and blood shattered. He then raised his fist and pounded the blade, using the force to grip the hilt and smash it backward. Another horned beast that lunged out of the shadows behind him had its skull crushed by the hilt!

He grabbed the corpse of a lesser-horned beast from behind him and used it as a shield in front of him. He bent his knees, raised his sword, and slashed down several lesser-horned beasts blocking his way! Using the lesser-horned beast corpses as a shield, he charged forward through the rain of arrows!