Blood Emperor Throne

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The leather restraints wrapped around the two plump, soft, and greasy black silk-stockinged buttocks, creating extremely soft and smooth marks like chocolate cream, before finally fastening to the black leather leg rings between their fleshy, juicy, and mature black silk-stockinged legs.

The nobles of Brundor coveted Alice's personal guards, especially the knights.

Whether it was their noble and mature faces or their ripe, fleshy buttocks that seemed designed to arouse male desire, they were all incredibly alluring. In particular, whenever the two sisters walked past them in their elegant, high-heeled silver over-the-knee boots, their long, plump, firm, and glossy black-stockinged legs would leave a trail of fragrant orchids in their wake.

That haughty, alluring, and captivating mature figure was enough to leave these greedy and lecherous nobles standing there, speechless for a long time. (The last sentence appears to be a nonsensical string of characters and doesn't translate directly.)

However, given the sisters' arrogant nature and their extreme contempt for the nobles, coupled with their status as Alice's personal guards, the nobles of Brundor could only watch from the sidelines.

Little did they know that just last night, in this very tent, these two elegant and alluring blonde knights, along with their refined and intellectual widow in white silk stockings, had, in a humiliating act of atonement before Asmodie, layered their three ripe, voluptuous buttocks, exuding the sweet scent of mature womanhood.

Their plump, glossy black stockings, like ripe, juicy peaches filled with rich, creamy honey and steamed to perfection, and Alice's soft, fragrant, and sticky white stockings, like ripe, creamy honey bursting out of sticky nectar, were piled up like layers of rich, creamy milk cake, allowing the man's strong waist to take turns slamming into their plump, juicy, oily stockings, causing their buttocks to ripple and their juices to splatter everywhere.

What these Brundor nobles could not have imagined was...

As they excitedly discussed how to divide Castellania's territory and how to blatantly undermine Alice's prestige.

The elegant and intellectual widow in white silk had changed into an extremely revealing, glossy, one-piece white silk transparent wedding dress. This extremely revealing wedding dress not only covered her two soft, plump breasts, which looked like they were filled with sweet, ripe milk, but also only covered by a piece of transparent, hollowed-out white lace. The skirt of the wedding dress barely covered her soft, plump buttocks, which looked like they were coated with creamy white silk. Moreover, the skirt was made of extremely transparent, pure white lace.

Her plump, creamy, and greasy breasts, along with the delicate white lace halter top adorned with strings of white jade beads, were essentially completely exposed to the air.

However, when Alice changed into the white wedding dress that was originally meant for her deceased husband but had been altered by Asmodie into an extremely revealing style, her pure white hands, adorned with pristine white lace ring gloves, were bound behind her back and suspended high above her head by a pair of platinum handcuffs.

A pair of plump, mature, and beautiful white silk-stockinged legs were forced to be arranged in an M shape towards the nobles outside the tent. The fragrant, soft, and smooth white silk-stockinged legs, exuding a sweet and mature aroma, were haphazardly hooked with a pair of noble and elegant pure white crystal transparent pointed high-heeled shoes. Asmodie restrained them behind the tent with platinum handcuffs, a lace blindfold, and a bright red gag.

Last night, Asmodel made a bet with her and Dolores: if their lower-ranking nobles were willing to abandon their aggressive greed and withdraw from their territories after they decided to withdraw their troops, he would never again provoke them.

But it was clear that they had lost their bet with Asmodée utterly. Disappointed with her husband and the nobles, Dolores ultimately chose to submit. With a seductive and alluring demeanor, she raised her voluptuous, ripe peach to Asmodée, separated from her husband and the Gruul nobles only by a thin layer of tent.

This duchess, who had always wanted to develop Brundore into a large territory, finally became utterly disillusioned with the lower-ranking nobles after hearing their foolish and irrational conversation.

"Goo-hoo?~~Hoo-hoo-hoo?..." Accompanied by bursts of shy and cloying moans, they overflowed from the restrained, soft, and sweet lips of the widow in white silk.

Her soft, white silk arches and smooth, flat crystal high heels were roughly stretched open by Asmodie's ferocious beast. The pure white wedding dress and white silk crystal high heels became a gift of submission to this gentle and intellectual widow in white silk.

As Asmody once again grasped her smooth, soft, white-stockinged ankles, lifting her two plump, fragrant, white-stockinged wedding legs high above his head, he brutally and violently lowered his waist, transforming into a savage and ferocious centaur lancer, causing her soft, white-stockinged buttocks, which seemed to be filled with rich, ripe milk, to ripple like creamy jelly.

"Gurgle gurgle gurgle?! Ugh oh oh~~~~"

As Alice raised her head, which was bound by a lace blindfold and a bright red gag, her slender neck tilted back in a daze. Beneath her pure wedding dress, on her plump and soft white silk-clad lower abdomen, the alluring and ambiguous peach-colored heart-shaped slave mark eventually formed a submissive mark resembling a wedding veil.

Chapter 68 Victory! A resounding victory!

Without the constraints of Alice and Dolores, the nobles of Viscount Brundall and Baron Grüll mobilized almost all of their private armies on the very first day.

Of the total of 800 soldiers, 400 spearmen equipped with wooden shields and iron-tipped spears were transferred away, along with all 100 crossbowmen. 130 Grey Antelope Hunter light cavalry and 70 knights of the Brundor nobles followed suit, almost emptying both military camps.

Fifty knights from Brundor, equipped with chainmail, breastplates, and iron armor, accompanied him.

All that remained were the Dawn Gold Princess Knights, Alice's twelve Royal Guard Princess Knights, and one hundred Spear Guards loyal to Dolores.

Castella's show of weakness, along with the wealth of the Earldom of Dorne, all transformed into a greedy desire for plunder, completely corrupting these nobles and soldiers who were already filled with greedy desires.

In any world, plunder is always the fastest way to make money. Whether it's the plunder of trade influence, land, or people, it's all wealth that can be fully or even more than what's needed.

The nobles and their private armies, who had not fought a territorial war for several years, had forgotten why an earldom had not even guarded the natural barriers of rivers and allowed them to cross them, and why, from yesterday until now, not a single soldier from Castellania had appeared, not even a scout.

They forgot that once they began their advance, after Alice and Dolores withdrew their troops, their rear would essentially be left with only a bridge as their escape route.

These bloated and wildly excited nobles completely forgot that their strategy of penetrating deep into enemy territory required first capturing a town to serve as a supply and logistical point before considering a gradual, step-by-step advance.

For these nobles, steady progress? What a joke!

Once they reach the capital of Castella, they can easily breach the city walls and not only publicly humiliate the Purple Nightingale Knights of Castella, but also freely enjoy and vent their desires on the elegant and beautiful countess mother and daughter.

With Castella's weak military strength and its cowardly behavior of not even being willing to defend its natural defenses, how could it possibly withstand their advance?

However, they weren't foolish enough to just rush straight to the capital without doing anything. Instead, they chose Grotos, a major grain-producing town with a flat terrain and located along the main Ruhr River, as their base for the time being.

The terrain here is flat, the population is large enough to provide labor, food is plentiful, and it is also connected to the Ruva River. If all else fails, a pontoon bridge can be built by wooden boats for evacuation. It is only ten kilometers away from the capital of Castile, making it a perfect transit point in the war.

But just as they were preparing to set off for Grotos, the Groul nobles and the Brundor nobles, who already disliked each other, had a disagreement.

The arrogant Gruul nobles advocated a direct assault on the capital. They believed that once the capital was captured, the entire territory, including the most prosperous city, would belong to them, along with the maids of the Purple Nightingale Knights and the castle for them to enjoy and vent their post-war rage.

The reason why the nobles of Gruul are so radical is related to Dolores.

Because she formed the Dawn Knights and suppressed the autonomy and military power of the nobility, these Gruul nobles couldn't tear themselves away from these noble and beautiful knights in high-heeled boots, eager to vent their pent-up frustrations on their sexy and alluring flesh.

The most vocal critic was Baron Castor.

Last night, he personally witnessed his noble and charming mature wife, Dolores, behind a sheer curtain, uttering seductive and wanton moans beneath another man.

Among all the nobles of Gruul, he was the most eager to prove himself and vent his pent-up frustration and annoyance on the beautiful and noble Purple Nightingale knights.

The well-established Brundor nobles knew very well that this was tantamount to exposing their flanks to a flanking attack, a suicidal move, and they had no intention of listening to them.

They were not the arrogant and reckless Gruul nobles who knew nothing about war. Although they greatly despised Castella, it did not mean that they were so stupid as to think that they could take over the entire Castella without losing a single soldier.

Even if you caught five hundred pigs, you'd still get hurt a few times, right? Let alone six hundred new soldiers plus sixty-six Purple Nightingale knights.

If too much is lost here, even if we win, we could easily fall back into a situation where we are evenly matched with Alice.

The intense conflict, coupled with mutual disdain, led to the two sides going from disagreements to mutual accusations and insults, and finally to a split in less than an hour.

The nobles of Brundor took with them all the noble knights, two hundred spearmen, and seventy knight squires.

The Gruul nobles took with them the Grey Antelope Hunter light cavalry, ten Gruul noble knights, but all were dressed in the bare minimum, two hundred spearmen, and one hundred crossbowmen.

The nobles who had split up were completely unaware that, at this point, their military strength, regardless of which side they belonged to, was more than half that of Castellania.

Castella truly had two hundred longbowmen, six hundred super-long spear phalanx soldiers, and sixty-six Purple Nightingale knights.

Regardless of which side they faced, they held an absolute advantage in military strength. Even the knights, the Purple Nightingale Knights dressed in full armor, were far superior to the crudely equipped noble knights.

Therefore, the course of this war was essentially decided after the disagreement broke out between the two noble factions, Brundor and Gruul.

In fact, their decision to invade Castells and cross the undefended Rue River sealed the fate of the allied forces.

Almost immediately after the armies of the two nobles parted ways, the jungle, filled with the savage crimson eyes of beasts, set its sights on the Brundor nobles marching north toward Grotos.

Grotos has a flat terrain, but to reach the town, one must pass through a large forest. It was in this forest that the rebellious nobles within Castella were ambushed and defeated by the beastmen that emerged from the forest.

In the deep woods, the unsuspecting army of Brundor brazenly raised their banners, adorned with blue and white shields and dragon claws. Two hundred spearmen, carrying spears and shields, advanced steadily, led by seventy knights, while fifty noble knights rode proudly in the ranks.

"Hmph, reckless and foolish nobles of Gruul." The nobles of Brendor did not hide their contempt for Gruul's recklessness and stupidity.

"Does he really think the capital city is so easy to take? With just two hundred spearmen and one hundred crossbowmen, he thinks he can conquer the city?"

"It doesn't matter. Let them wear down Castelia's forces first, and we can pick up the rest later."

"That's true, and besides—"

"Crack——!"

The crisp, trembling bowstring pierced the neck of the eloquent nobleman, instantly freezing his arrogant, contemptuous smirk into a deathly silence of terror.

Caught off guard, the Brundor nobles were thrown into chaos, drawing their swords in terror and shouting angrily.

"Enemy attack! Ambush!"

"Raise your shield! Idiot! Raise your shield! Protect me!"

"Help me! Help me! You're useless! A bunch of useless trash!!"

"No! Wait, what is that, what is that thing—!"

When the loud, rapid sound of hooves suddenly echoed from the depths of the forest shadows, all the nobles of Brundor were stunned, staring blankly at the centaur lancers that surged out of the forest shadows like a bloodthirsty, furious horde of beasts!

These centaur lancers, ignoring the forest terrain and galloping freely, wore heavy chainmail robes and breastplates, wielding fine steel lances, and roared as they swung their blood-stained double axes, transforming into a meat grinder at full speed as they crashed into Brendor's panicked ranks!

The sharp steel spear pierced through and sent flying the horrified, desperate soldiers of Brundor! The blood-stained double axes, like the grinding blades of a meat grinder, tore and shredded their flesh and leather armor along with their robes!

After the centaur's bloody hooves galloped past, only a few scattered, writhing, rotting pieces of flesh remained, along with a tattered, wailing mass of crimson flesh.

Before the fifty nobles of Brundor could even raise their swords and lances, they were hurled from their horses by centaur lancers who charged out from both sides, their steel lances flying through the air. Before the remaining noble knights could even flee the battlefield in panic, they were pinned to their horses by a flash of silver light that emerged from the woods!

The noble knights who, in a moment of despair, drew their swords in resistance were grabbed and lifted from their horses by the eight blood-mad centaurs. They were then raised high into the sky and hacked to pieces with their axes, their flesh splattering with blood onto the robust, three-meter-tall bodies of the eight blood-mad centaurs.

This was a crushing massacre. The unsuspecting Brundor soldiers were completely routed by four hundred fully armed centaur cavalrymen who pierced through the woods from both sides. The chaos caused by the surprise attack and the overwhelming quality of the centaur lancers resulted in a near-total slaughter of this loose and unprepared private army of nobles, consisting of only fifty knights and two hundred spearmen.

Meanwhile, on the Bloodstained Plains outside the castle in Castella's capital, a bloody massacre came to an end.

The plains outside the castle were now completely soaked in blood. The advancing phalanx of spearmen crushed the already routed Gruul infantry phalanx, and the Gruul noble knights were reduced to rotting pieces of flesh under their long spears and short halberds.

The hired gray antelope mercenaries frantically whipped their horses in an attempt to escape, but were ultimately pierced through the torso by longbow arrows that flew from behind, and fell from their backs.

On the plains battlefield, two hundred spearmen and one hundred crossbowmen faced six hundred pikemen and two hundred longbowmen wielding large shields and extremely long spears. In terms of numbers, weaponry, training, morale, and tactics, the two sides were not evenly matched.

Gruul's soldiers barely made it close before being mowed down by longbowmen. One hundred crossbowmen were indiscriminately shot down by two hundred longbowmen from beyond their range, like turkeys being hunted.

Gruul's only remaining ten noble knights were slaughtered in a single charge by the Purple Nightingale Knights.

Cassandra, the leader, glanced silently at the bloody battlefield that had already come to an end. With a flick of her spear, she sent Castor, whose face was filled with terror and despair, sprawling like a tattered sack into a pool of blood. He was then trampled into a bloody pulp by the chaotic hooves of horses and the fleeing footsteps of Gruul soldiers.

This noble baron ultimately proved his cowardice, turning tail and running away at the first moment of battle, only to be caught up by the Purple Nightingale Knight and pierced through the chest.

With the conclusion of this battlefield, the war between Brendor and Gruul's invasion of Castella came to an end with the elegant and intelligent widow in white silk, Alice, and the noble and charming knight in black silk, Dolores, jointly submitting a letter of surrender to Asmod, the knight commander of Castella.

Next came Castellania's annexation of the territories of Brendor and Gruul, and the handling of the gentle widow and the alluring knight.

Chapter 69 The Duchess: Orisa

This sudden and overwhelming victory not only stunned the Castrians, but also left the lords of several surrounding border territories, including Berenstein and Ucanst, dumbfounded for a moment after receiving the news.

To be more precise, not a single aspect of this war was within their expectations from beginning to end.

Castellania failed to defend the natural barrier of the Ruva River, allowing the combined forces of Berenstein and Ucanst to cross the Ruva and advance into their territory. This can be attributed to Castellania's cowardice.

But after the Allied forces crossed the Ruva River, despite having the initiative and the advantage in manpower, they withdrew the very next day.

This is completely unlike Alice and Dolores's personalities. Given their personalities, after gaining an advantage, they would most likely choose to consolidate their logistics and positions before continuing their advance with superior forces.

But inexplicably, these two, despite having superior forces and the initiative, chose to withdraw their troops on the second day after invading Castellania.

Subsequent developments were not unexpected.

The two nobles, who had been brought together by their respective lords, ignored their lords' orders and led their own armies to continue their advance without authorization.

Unsurprisingly, less than half a day into the campaign, the nobles of the two territories began fighting amongst themselves, pulling their respective armies apart. This further weakened the already weakened military force, which had been divided once before.

After all this, even a fool would know that the coalition forces have no chance of winning.

The subsequent defeat of the Gruul army in a direct confrontation, and the annihilation of the Brendor army in a surprise attack while passing through the forest, were simply the inevitable fates of those who chose to disobey their lord's orders.

However, in a sense, the fate of the Gruul and Brendor armies, which were divided and gradually devoured, also indirectly proves the correctness of Iris and Dolores's strategy of retreating.

How could a group of greedy insects possibly defeat the well-rested and prepared Castellan army?

After analyzing this series of battles, the lords and nobles who witnessed the entire course of the war roughly deduced a conclusion that they found quite convincing.

Castella did not abandon the natural barrier of the Rue River; rather, he saw the serious discord within the allied forces and thus took the initiative to show weakness, allowing the armies of Brendor and Gruul to enter and fight.

If the allied forces continue to be so arrogant, they will collapse due to various conflicts before they even reach the capital castle. Then, they can be divided and annihilated on their own home turf. This is much better than blocking them at the Rue River and splitting up to fight the allied forces at the same time.

Alice and Dolores also realized this, so they chose to withdraw their troops the next day to preserve their strength.

However, it was clear that the nobles on both sides, blinded by their advantage and greed, would not let go of the easy prey before them. So the retreat turned into the two lords leading their own direct troops to retreat, while the nobles led their troops to advance without authorization, ultimately resulting in their complete annihilation.

After a thorough analysis, the surrounding nobles and lords no longer looked at Castella with disdain, but rather with a hint of apprehension.

Ever since Countess Castella took in that mysterious knight commander, Castella, which has always been the poorest and weakest of the border Counts, has suddenly become extremely dangerous.

The danger lay not in the 120 Purple Nightingale Knights that Castellana had exposed in this battle, nor in the newly emerging spear formation, nor in the 200 sharp-edged longbowmen, who, while troublesome, were not insurmountable.

What truly frightened them was Castellaia's seemingly quiet and indifferent facade. When this traditionally weak border Count first showed its strength by annexing the Count of Dorne, they simply assumed it was taking advantage of the rampage caused by the demon hounds.

Now that their sharp teeth have been revealed, these border lords have finally realized that their once weak border lords have transformed into a ferocious beast with claws, fangs, and a wise mind.

This ferocious beast, which had been biding its time after annexing the Earldom of Dorne, is now actively revealing its claws and teeth. It is not something that will be easily satisfied with merely devouring the Barondom of Gruul and the Viscountdom of Brendor.

Or rather, Castellania had no choice but to be satisfied after acquiring these two territories.

These nobles and lords were greedy and avaricious, but they were not foolish enough to let a crisis that threatened them escalate without taking any action.

Moreover, they had witnessed Castella's various reforms and centralized system over the past few days. There was no doubt which system was more suitable for war: the highly efficient centralized system or the inefficient and bloated aristocratic fiefdom system.

So, the day after Castellania annexed the territories of Gruul and Brendor, messengers set out from the manor and castle with letters from their respective lords, forming an encirclement to try and contain Castellania's growth.

Meanwhile, Duchess Orissa, who was leisurely soaking in the hot spring at her private estate in the Duchy of Bordeaux, also received a report from the White Rose Princess Knight Commander, Daisanna.

In the warm, steamy bath, the charming duchess lay languidly on the marble-built edge of the bath. Her two breasts, soaked in the warm water, were extremely plump and soft, like two soft milk balls filled with ripe, soft honey. Some slippery, milky white bubbles rose from the bath and were flattened and kneaded on the edge of the bath into extremely fragrant and moist milk cakes.

"Interesting?~" The Duchess twirled the letter in her hand, her alluring pale purple eyes sweeping over the report, narrowing slightly into a languid and charming arc, revealing a captivating spring-like allure in her eyes.

In fact, her analysis was not much different from that of the border lords and nobles, only more detailed.

However, in the eyes of Orissa, a noblewoman who had long been involved in politics, this analysis was partially correct, but the main factors were not noticed.