Blood Emperor Throne

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Chapter 63 Night tent, widow

It was late at night, and the night was quiet.

Although the riverside area was very humid and hot, causing many soldiers to complain.

But as night deepened, the night breeze gradually cooled, the bright moon was spotless, and the stars were reflected in the rushing river, creating a rather beautiful scene.

Although it was late at night, a dim candle still flickered in Lady Alice of Brundore's tent.

In the elegant inner chamber, the gentle and intellectual Viscount Alice, the widow in white silk, was holding an ancient book, sitting gracefully behind the desk, quietly turning the pages by the dim candlelight on the desk.

As night fell, this elegant and intellectual widow in white silk draped herself in a light, misty, white, semi-transparent silk dress that encircled her neck and exposed her shoulders. Her snow-white hair was also let down, cascading down to her waist, adding to her gentle and graceful wifely demeanor.

However, this gentle and graceful demeanor was accentuated by her ripe breasts, which stretched the light white gauze almost to the point of bursting, and her plump and tender buttocks, revealing an extremely sensual and mature charm.

This sheer, off-the-shoulder neckless dress, rather than a white nightgown, was so tight that, combined with her naturally curvaceous and voluptuous figure, it resembled a one-piece white silk garter belt. It accentuated her elegant and intellectual widow-like figure with a mature and voluptuous hourglass shape.

The off-shoulder white gauze dress that draped around the neck had only a triangular piece of white gauze barely covering the two mounds of plump, moist breasts that exuded a rich, milky fragrance. The sides were full of openwork, allowing large swathes of soft, ripe milky flesh to overflow from the two teardrop-shaped breasts that looked like they were filled with sweet, ripe milk.

In fact, just like the high-slit silk robe she wore during the day, it was precisely because her two plump, soft breasts, which exuded a rich, milky fragrance and were adorned with a charming beauty mark, were so fleshy and soft that even this light, gauze-like semi-transparent silk skirt needed to have openwork slits on both sides, otherwise the light silk gauze would be stretched to its limit.

Even with the openwork openings on both sides, the two plump, juicy bell-shaped breasts still resembled two steaming, creamy cakes, their soft, delicate marks left by the white gauze around their necks.

The tulle skirt, which should have reached her hips, was stretched high up.

The silk gauze skirt, which should have covered the succulent, greasy body, could only barely cover part of the plump, soft, creamy white silk-clad buttocks.

As she sat down, her two mounds of white silk, which resembled piles of fermented and ripe cream and honey, completely enveloped the seat surface in a steaming, ripe, and succulent white silk-covered buttocks, looking like two plump, ripe, and succulent meat patties that had been squeezed open.

As her two shapely, plump, white-silk-clad legs gently lifted her cool and elegant transparent crystal-strap short high-heeled sandals, they crossed into an elegant and dignified pose. Her two plump, soft, creamy white-silk-clad buttocks overflowed with large swaths of soft, mature flesh, radiating a creamy sheen.

Under the overlapping and pressing, the soft, smooth, and ripe white silk thighs overflowed from under the skirt, revealing an extremely plump and fleshy texture. The translucent white silk, with its ripe cream color, made an extremely erotic rustling sound as her soft, smooth, and ripe white silk thighs rubbed together unconsciously.

Even after nightfall, her plump and voluptuous figure was still covered in extremely sheer white stockings that reflected a creamy, oily sheen.

After her bath, her well-maintained, smooth and white body, like glistening cream, not only exuded a more mature and delicate orchid fragrance, but also adorned her plump breasts and mature buttocks with a moist and lustrous appearance, as if coated with rich, creamy cream.

In fact, if nothing unusual happened, Alice, this gentle and intellectual widow, should have already fallen asleep by this time.

She wasn't an energetic knight like Dolores. As an arcane mage, long daily rests were essential; without them, her spell slots wouldn't be replenished.

However, for some reason, Alice was very restless tonight and couldn't even concentrate on reading the arcane tomes she usually read.

This war against Castella has left her feeling uneasy since the beginning of the conflict.

Castella was both surprised and uneasy about the changes that had taken place in the past few months. In just three months, Castella had rapidly developed from a weak, chaotic state, which was also plagued by external threats, to the wealthy Earldom of Dorne.

She spent a month stabilizing domestic affairs, another month carrying out military reforms and quelling internal strife, and the last month unifying the entire Earldom of Dorne. The efficiency of these reforms and administration was invisible to the foolish nobles of Brendor, but this wise arcane mage saw it very clearly.

An efficient centralized system, an advanced standing military, and reforms in various military, economic, and social policies.

In comparison, Brundor, with its ignorant and inefficient aristocratic fiefdom system, loose and bloated military system, and decadent lower-class life while the nobles only thought about their own extravagant lifestyle, had almost no advantage over Castellania except for its historical foundation.

Even so, the nobles of Brundor remained foolishly oblivious, their minds preoccupied with the division of spoils after conquering Castella and their covetousness of the Countess of Castella.

The foolish and greedy nobles were completely unaware that Castella was no longer the chaotic, weak, and barren county they once were.

Even though Castellania annexed the Earldom of Dorne, in their minds it was nothing more than Castellania taking advantage of the Demonhounds.

Furthermore, her status as a widow and her gentle nature meant that even though she established a political position in Brundor and gained the support of the nobility by relying on her arcane magic and lenient policies, she still could not establish the prestige of a viscount.

The nobles of Brundor were only outwardly obedient to her.

In reality, not only had this elegant and intellectual widow in white silks always coveted her, but she also completely disregarded her war mobilization efforts. Otherwise, she wouldn't have spent a month gathering Brundor's army. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text: "Mei isn't here, Lin is free, is Lin here?")

Judging from the apparent military strength, the combined forces of Brundor and Gruul have the advantage.

The allied forces consisted of fifty noble knights from Brundor, but most of them were low-ranking knights wearing only breastplates, chainmail, and iron armor underneath.

The main force of the knights was still the sixty-six fully armored Xijinji Knights. The combined charge of these sixty-six Xijinji Knights and Dolores was an overwhelming advantage compared to the loose and disorderly charge between noble knights.

In addition, Brendor and Gruul mobilized a total of 800 soldiers: 500 spearmen equipped with wooden shields and iron-tipped spears, 100 crossbowmen, and the remaining 200, of whom 130 were Grey Antelope Hunter light cavalry hired by Dolores, and 70 knights of Brendor nobility.

In contrast, Castella's main military strength consisted of the sixty-six-member Purple Nightingale Knights and six hundred newly trained soldiers.

On the knightly side, the allied forces outnumbered Castelia by a full twofold. Once the Purple Nightingale Knights were defeated, the six hundred Castelian soldiers, who had only received a month of training, would be no threat.

However, Alice knew very well that Castellaia had much more than just its apparent fighting strength; otherwise, there would have been no way Castellaia could have taken over the Earldom of Dorne.

Moreover, Castella's army remained inactive even after the allied forces occupied the banks of the Rooibe River, which made her even more uneasy.

Right now... we can only rely on Dolores.

Alice put down the ancient book in her hand, her beautiful white hands, adorned with white lace ring gloves, gently rubbed her temples, and sighed softly.

But just as she was about to extinguish the candlelight in the dead of night and take off her light, misty white gauze dress, two muffled groans, tinged with a seductive and mature charm, suddenly came from outside the inner tent.

"Stop! What are you—! Guh?! Ohhh?!~~"

"You! Stop?! ~Eek! ~~"

Alice heard those two muffled moans, tinged with the allure of mature spring, very clearly; they belonged to her two personal guard knights.

The two guard princess knights, like her, are both stunning beauties who have been protecting her since she was a mature woman. They are very proud and extremely disdainful of men. They are still virgins and have never been married. Their strength is only slightly inferior to Moraris, the vice-captain of the Dawn Gold Princess Knights.

But those two muffled groans, representing the defeat of the two royal guard knights, followed by the sensual, sticky slapping sounds, caused a slight ripple to appear in the charming and elegant pale purple eyes of Alice, the gentle and intellectual widow in white silk.

"Who is it?" Her gentle gaze sharpened as she looked at the white gauze curtain hanging in front of her.

"Tap-tap-tap-"

Accompanied by the soft, melodious sound of two high heels drifting into the inner tent, two alluring, mature figures draped in brown cloaks and robes, exuding a seductive and vibrant spring charm, slowly entered the inner tent.

Alice's alluring and elegant pale purple eyes, illuminated by the dim candlelight, clearly saw the two noble and mature women before her. A hint of shyness and a touch of rosy blush appeared in her gentle gaze, and her full, soft, and tender lips couldn't help but exude a sticky, fragrant, and sensual scent.

The two beautiful and mature female knights before her, with their plump and alluring flesh, were none other than her ally, the noble and charming female knight Dolores, and her deputy, Moraris, the charming and mature vice-captain of the Dawn Gold Knights.

However, these two proud and alluring female knights, at this moment, their mature buttocks and fleshy, childbearing female knights exuded a primal, seductive charm that was enough to make females pant and make males burst into extremely frenzied eroticism.

"Tick-tick-tick-"

What made Alice's voluptuous and supple body tingle with a shameful, sticky, and tingling spring-like sensation was that between the two proud and charming beautiful knights' feet, which were clad in sultry, bright red spaghetti strap heels and oily black stockings, and their feet clad in pure white stockings with red soles and spaghetti strap heels, drops of sticky white fluid were slowly dripping from beneath their thick cloaks and robes.

Chapter 64 The Ever-Changing Crow Eyes

"pat-"

Inside the inner tent of the elegant and intellectual widow Alice, who wore white silk, the delicate fragrance of orchids, which Alice once loved most, was now permeated and eroded by a cloying, mature fragrance.

The air was filled with the sweet, mature fragrance of orchids and the rich aroma of milk, mixed with a hint of male hormones that could make any woman submit on the spot.

Two crystal-strap peep-toe high-heeled sandals, still carrying a delicate and elegant fragrance, softly slipped from between Alice's trembling, white, silky feet.

"Goo-ee-ee?~~No~don't? Ugh, oh oh?..." Mei didn't want to sing "Plum Blossom," Lin Kong, you Lin Zai Zai, are you here?

This elegant and intellectual viscountess, with her plump breasts and fleshy buttocks, stared desperately at the slowly extinguishing fireball in the man's hand, her pale purple eyes, which were rolling upwards due to suffocation, glistening with tears.

The current Lady Wenya no longer possesses any of the elegance and dignified noble demeanor one would expect.

Her long, fair neck, encircled by a close-fitting white lace bra, was grasped by the man's large, hard hands, which slowly lifted her mature, plump, white-stockinged widow.

Two plump, soft, teardrop-shaped mounds of milk, resembling large, soft milk cakes filled with rich, creamy milk.

Asmodie ripped her already extremely thin, inverted triangle-shaped gauze dress, and her two plump breasts, exuding a rich, milky fragrance, seemed like concentrated cream and marshmallows suddenly released from their restraints. Under the desperate gaze of the widow, who was blushing with shame and tears welling up in her eyes, they trembled and jumped out of the gauze dress.

The two pink peach shortbreads have already oozed a little bit of sweet, ripe milk juice, soaking the two plump mounds of milk into a smooth, oily mess, causing the ripe milk waves that ripple up and down with a hint of oily milk color.

The widow's plump, voluptuous, and succulent legs, clad in white silk stockings, swayed wildly in mid-air, causing her soft, creamy buttocks to ripple with soft, muscular movements.

During her struggle, her already extremely cool, thin-strapped lace panties, which were shaped into the outline of her plump, creamy breasts, were further squeezed into her two soft, creamy breasts by the sticky, ripe nectar, creating extremely moist and soft creamy camel toe gaps.

At the entrance to the inner tent, the two guards of Alice, two voluptuous blonde beauties, were now completely transformed into the seductive and alluring female slaves, their eyes rolling upwards in a lewd and infatuated manner, after being brutally ravaged.

Their once noble and alluring, arrogant faces were now reduced to a seductive, feminine allure. Their ravaged, ever-turning emerald eyes were covered by black lace blindfolds, and their plump, red lips were gagged with a hollowed-out, bright red gag, rendering them unable to speak.

The two mature female knights, their plump, rounded buttocks exuding a seductive and alluring charm, were only adorned with glossy, black bodysuits around their necks and elegant, gleaming silver over-the-knee boots. They were bound by bright red hemp ropes and placed at the entrance to the inner tent, a place accessible only to female knights.

Rough, bright red hemp ropes bound their slender, elegant hands, adorned with bright silver and light blue ribbon gauntlets, high above their heads, forcing their two mounds of plump, oily, black-stockinged breasts, exuding a rich, milky fragrance, to hang like ripe, creamy cakes coated in rich chocolate cream, ready to be enjoyed, atop a jade plate.

As their mature, red lips, gagged with bright red gags, released raucous, panting breaths, their two mounds of large, plump, oily, black-stockinged breasts rose and fell in response.

Those long, slender legs, clad in over-the-knee high-heeled silver boots and slicked-back black stockings, were bound wide open in an M shape by bright red hemp rope. Their glossy, slicked-back black pantyhose were also roughly torn open, exposing their already ravaged vulvas, overflowing with thick, white fluid, in an extremely shameful manner.

The two bound and placed here were treated as if they were being used by anyone. If anyone were to step inside, they would see that these two mature female knights, who had always treated nobles and other men with contempt and arrogance, were now being used like female slaves after a defeat.

However, only Alice and two guard princess knights were allowed to enter this inner ledger, not to mention that there was a squad of Dawn Gold Princess knights guarding outside the tent at this time.

The battle ended extremely quickly; the two Royal Guard Knights were defeated in a single encounter and became Asmodie's personal armored knights.

Compared to the hot and sexy figures of the Xijin Knights, these two guards from Brendor had more delicate and moist flesh on their mature buttocks, and their skin was as smooth and moist as solidified cream.

Two mounds of flesh, as soft and plump as ripe peaches overflowing with milk, and as plump and soft as ripe milk cakes, with black fleshy buttocks, have a rich, mature fleshy feel as if they would burst out with ripe honey with a single touch. This is quite different from the hot and fit figures of the Xi Jin Ji knights and the bouncy, plump fleshy peaches.

The reason for this is probably due to the distinction between the two territories of Gruul and Brundore.

Brundor has fertile soil and abundant arable land, with a grain output roughly equivalent to two Castelias. In addition, it is close to Gruul, where animal husbandry is well-developed, so nutritious products such as milk and eggs are not scarce. Therefore, the princess knights of Brundor are all quite plump and voluptuous.

Because most of Gruul's territory is plains, its main resource production is animal husbandry, and it also has horse farms. Therefore, the female knights here like to wear tight shirts and trousers to ride across the plains, which makes them more like the hot and proud cowgirls of the West in their previous life. Their figures are more sexy and voluptuous than the delicate and succulent Brendor female knights.

Following the defeat of the two Royal Guardian Knights, who were reduced to human armor, Alice, the gentle and intelligent widow in white silk, was subdued by Dolores and Morales before she could even react, only managing to cast a fireball spell.

But before the fireball could explode, it was tightly bound by the countless mysterious blue-purple threads emanating from Asmod's hands, and slowly dissipated under the gaze of Alice's trembling, alluring pale purple eyes.

"This is arcane magic? Amazing magic."

Asmodetti held the white-haired widow before him, glancing sideways at the blazing fireball in his palm, tightly bound by countless purple-blue threads, slowly dissipating. He quietly sensed the pair of hawk-like eyes, mysterious and eerie blue-purple, that had appeared deep within his soul.

These raven-blue eyes are the gift of the fourth, deeply hidden deity—mysterious, unpredictable, and beyond our comprehension.

But the occasional wisps of blue-purple light that flowed from the eagle's blue eyes were like a vast and boundless ocean of knowledge flowing past before one's eyes.

He had known for a long time that he possessed the blessings of five gods deep within his soul, but until now, his strange and mysterious eagle-shaped blue-purple eyes had remained hidden until today.

The last divine gift seems to have been hidden in the deepest depths, and has never been revealed even a trace of it. Only when he closes his eyes and meditates occasionally can he perceive a faint halo of light, like a sun corona.

Like the previous three divine gifts, this fourth divine gift granted him entirely new abilities.

The first stage's blessing: counters to arcane, divine, and nature magic below the third ring.

Magic Replica: Automatically replicates and records counterspells.

Eye of Insight: Detects fluctuations in arcane, life, and psionic energy.

Upon entering the second phase, the first two blessings can be upgraded to fifth-ring arcane spells, while Eye of Insight adds the battlefield monitoring capabilities of Sight and Mage's Eye, and adds a fourth blessing: Bewitching Spirit.

This fourth blessing, unlike the Lord of Pleasure's hypnosis and common sense alteration blessing, is a skill similar to a soul seed. The possessed person, regardless of gender, age, beast, or even dragon, will have their body controlled by this bewitching spirit, which will erode the master's soul and completely transform them into a puppet who is completely obedient to him.

If we really have to make a comparison, it's somewhat similar to the drow's slave mark. Both those who are imbued with the bewitching spirit and those who are imbued with the drow's slave mark will be tormented and corrupted into obedient puppets.

This skill facilitates infiltration, penetration, and intelligence gathering. After all, Slaanesh's slave markings are very useful for dealing with these females. Even pure nuns can be corrupted into female slaves by changing their common sense.

The Bewitching Spirit can plant a large number of controlled puppets into enemy forces, thus undermining them from within, making it extremely useful.

The only drawback is that, regardless of the stage, there are only nine of these bewitching spirits, and they can only corrupt nine sentient beings.

A tenth Bewitching Spirit will not be generated unless the parasitic and corrupted intelligent creature dies, leaving the Bewitching Spirit's position vacant.

The way this new, ever-changing ruler bestows blessings and enhancements is quite simple and direct: books.

Any book that records knowledge, whether it's a classic, a heretical book, a forbidden book, or an arcane book, can increase the blessing level of this ever-changing lord.

To advance to the second stage of the blessing, one needs nine books—nine spellbooks containing arcane magic.

"Third-circle arcane spell, Fireball?"

Asmodeus felt the power of the fireball in his hand, and a smile curled at the corner of his lips.

If it weren't for the purple-blue threads that entangled and bound the fireball, the sheer power of the exploding fireball would have been enough to engulf this tent, which could hold thirty people.

Then, under the trembling, alluring gaze of Alice, he raised his hand and crushed the fireball spell, which was powerful enough to devour several plate-armored knights.

When Asmodeus opened his hand again, a new fireball appeared in his palm, radiating a scorching power that made Alice kneel before Asmodeus, revealing her true nature as a submissive, welling up from the depths of her soul.

This man, despite having no arcane magic or magical aura, could crush a fireball spell with his bare hands and even replicate it in the blink of an eye!

But the suffocating feeling that gradually arose made Alice unable to think. Her elegant and charming pale purple spring eyes gradually rolled upwards, and her tender, honeyed lips kept overflowing with seductive and delicate defeated spring cries. Her swaying, fragrant, soft, translucent white silk milk cake feet also gradually stopped swaying.

Just before she was about to suffocate, Asmodal released her grip, casually tossing aside the plump, soft, and moist widow in his hands as if she were a used toy. Her fleshy, soft, and creamy white silk buttocks slammed heavily onto the ground, creating waves of oily, creamy buttocks.

The two plump, ripe melon-shaped breasts, brimming with milk, swayed and rippled like heavy, creamy water balloons, splashing milk everywhere.

"Gurgle, oh oh... Gurgle, oh oh..."

The reborn widow, Wenya, disregarded her trembling, bell-shaped breasts that peeked out from under her gauze skirt after her fall. Instinctively, she raised her long, fair neck, her soft, tender body drawing in the aphrodisiac, mature fragrance of the air, thus preparing herself for her impending defeat.

"Hmm?~~ So?~ Shall we begin with defeat and atonement?"

Dolores, the noble and alluring mature wife, and Morales, the proud and beautiful mature mother, after Alice's complete defeat, had their full, moist lips exuding a tantalizing, sticky fragrance, as Asmodie removed their cloaks and silk robes with a hint of shyness.