Blood Emperor Throne

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A dull metallic clang suddenly rang out from behind, as the axe in Kawa's hand and the longsword in Asmod's hand behind him exploded into a shower of tiny sparks!

But the next instant, Kawa's pupils suddenly contracted!

Asmody casually tossed aside his longsword, his fist, wrapped in black iron chains, lashed out and the chains tightly bound his remaining arm! His right leg transformed into a steel whip, sweeping straight towards Kawa's two strong and sturdy forehooves!

"Crack——!"

With a crisp cracking sound and Kawa's shrill scream, its foreleg was kicked off by Asmodie!

Without its front support, its massive body couldn't maintain its balance. Asmodie grabbed its enormous, robust centaur body, which weighed over half a ton, and swung it from the ground! He hurled it back into the sight of the centaur and horned beast herd! Blood and gore, along with bits of flesh and bone, flew everywhere!

The centaur and horned beast herds, already terrified by Asmodian's attack, watched in horror as Asmodian tossed their centaur leader, Kava, into the air, and dared not approach.

The pitiful sight made the beastmen, who only feared the strong, tremble, and also made Claudia and her group of female centaurs kick their front hooves uncomfortably.

As soon as Kava struggled to lift his head, Asmodie's fist, wrapped in black iron chains, smashed his face, denting it!

Asmodie grabbed its neck with his large hand, pressed its head into the soft mud, lifted his blood-stained boot, and kicked it down! Breaking its hind hoof!

Then, he raised his hand and grabbed the broken hind hoof, turning it into a bone spear! He thrust it down fiercely! Like a live stake, he pierced through the horse's strong and massive body, pinning it to the mud!

His cold, dark eyes remained deep and indifferent. He raised his blood-stained boots and stepped on Kawa's head, crushing it into the soft mud. Then he slowly raised his iron fist, which was wrapped with black chains.

Before the centaur herd, the horned beast herd, and Claudia and her group of female centaurs, they slammed their fists, bound with black iron chains, down on Kava's head one after another, like heavy hammer blows.

The relentless hammer blows twisted and mangled Kava's skull, shattering bones and splattering flesh, sending shivers down the spines of the centaur and horned beast herds, and making Claudia and her group of female centaurs tremble.

As Asmodian raised his blood-stained fist, his deep, indifferent black eyes silently swept over the centaur and horned beast herd before him. This herd of beasts who revered the strong all howled and bent their hooves, their faces showing fear and trembling, expressing their loyalty by exposing their vulnerable napes.

Asmodian raised his fist, feeling the frenzied blood spirits of the beastmen mixed with the blood spirits of the centaurs, surging into a crimson wave that rushed toward the skull throne deep within his soul.

The souls of inferior horned beasts and horned beasts are still deformed, turbid, and filthy. Their improvement is still negligible. It takes about a hundred souls to make up one blood soul skull, and even then, it is of inferior quality and mixed with extremely frenzied and primitive elements.

The blood soul of the Angry Horned Beast is of relatively high quality, but it is still inferior to that of the human knight. Moreover, it is equally deformed and murky, mixed with a more frenzied and scorching rage.

Asmodian examined the centaur's blood soul closely.

A centaur's blood soul is relatively pure and resembles a human in shape, but it still has slight deformities in the ears, jaw, neck, and inner skull. Its advantage is that it is of excellent quality; a centaur's blood soul is comparable to that of a human knight.

This one blood soul of Kawa's quality is already comparable to ten centaur blood souls. If we include the minotaur's blood soul, he has now accumulated nearly five hundred blood souls.

However, the centaur blood soul also has its drawbacks. As fellow beastmen, their blood souls are also mixed with an extremely frenzied and violent heat.

The four blood souls, mixed together, transformed into the most primal and savage, scorching and churning blackness. That extreme desire for unrestrained expression caused the six peach-purple crescent moons deep within Asmodie's soul to flicker rapidly, creating a decadent and hazy peach-colored halo.

This intense heat filled him with an extremely violent and frenzied urge to vent his desires, permeating both his soul and body.

However, he will not let this control his reason and thinking.

Asmodian closed his dark eyes, and when he opened them again, the frenzied beastly energy in them had been reduced to a few scattered sparks, returning to a deep, indifferent look.

After suppressing his rage, he turned his gaze to the group of dashing, beautiful, wild, and sexy female centaurs, and to the lead, the wild and beautiful female centaur Claudia.

He wiped the blood off his longsword, his boots treading on the blood, and stepped forward, each step causing Claudia and the group of female centaurs to tremble in their eyes.

Asmodian's dark, indifferent eyes, suppressing a hint of heat, swept over the female centaurs in front of him. Each female centaur looked away in alarm until they met Claudia's tired yet proud and wildly alluring amber eyes.

He plunged his longsword into the mud in front of him, placed his hands on the hilt, and met Claudia's amber eyes with his cold, indifferent black gaze. His voice was clear and indifferent as ever.

"Surrender."

"Or, die."

Submission, in the context of centaurs and indeed the entire beast race, signifies one thing: becoming the slave of the other.

For the female beastman, it meant becoming his exclusive livestock, breeding ground, and sex toy. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and do not translate directly.)

Claudia glanced around at the exhausted female centaurs around her with her weary amber eyes, and gently bit her full, luscious lips.

They had no choice.

The only consolation was that submitting to this powerful human male was better than becoming a breeding ground for a herd of inferior beasts.

Finally, the proud and alluring snow-white centaur chieftain lowered her proud head, and with the eighteen female centaurs beside her, she bent her long, straight forelegs and offered her loyalty.

“We…surrender.”

Chapter 13 Three Bronze Bells and Seven Crucibles

The blood feast ended, and all was quiet except for the panting of the beastmen and the scattered clatter of centaurs' hooves.

The mangled flesh and blood of the beastmen coalesced into a stream of blood, staining the clear Ruva River crimson as it rushed downstream.

Asmodian temporarily ignored the subjugated calamity beast herd, only dispersing the horned beast and centaur herds. He didn't worry about them deserting or fleeing, because that would mean leaving the herd and dying.

Through occasional in-depth conversations with Kassandra and Sera, the mother and daughter knights, Asmody gradually learned about some of the habits of the beastmen.

Human retreating soldiers must be dispersed and their formations broken up. If they are kept in one place, it will not be long before mutinies, routs, or escapes occur.

But the Beastman won't.

The Beastmen are an extremely deformed and savage group. They are completely unlike humans or other races, who have loyalty, faith, and honor. They only recognize the Beast King.

Whether you are a newly crowned beast king or an old beast king, as long as your prestige can make them submit, then your commands within the beast pack are absolute.

You have absolute priority and control over resources, food, females, and reproduction. You can even unconditionally control the life of every beastman in the herd, because your strength is your prestige.

Therefore, faced with the orders of the newly crowned Beast King, this calamity beast horde, which he conquered through bloody slaughter, would not exhibit any mutiny or defection as is common in human society; they would unconditionally obey Asmodie's orders.

But this doesn't mean that the Beastmen are very loyal. Once you are weakened or severely injured, these lower-ranking Beastmen will mercilessly devour you.

This saved Asmodie some trouble in establishing his authority and made it easier for him to get down to business.

On the banks of the Ruhr River, deep in a secluded grove of trees, out of sight of anyone else.

The soft, ambiguous moans emanating from the grove, tinged with a hint of pain, caused Cassandra and Sera, mother and daughter, to blush with a captivating shyness as they counted the number of beasts outside the grove.

The mother and daughter, with their shy, bright golden eyes, looked towards the grove behind them.

Their plump, firm, fleshy long legs and the slender, alluring legs of the female knight couldn't help but rub against each other slightly, and the breaths that overflowed from their full red lips became slightly sticky and hot, mixed with a faint, sweet fragrance of orchids.

However, the scene in the grove was somewhat different from what the mother and daughter had imagined.

"Ouch...you, be gentle, it hurts!"

Claudia, the proud and beautiful centaur chieftain, had a hint of shyness and panic in her wild and haughty amber eyes.

The horse's long, slender hooves pounded restlessly, causing her smooth, snow-white rump to sway back and forth, and her long, tassel-like tail to swing back and forth.

The horse's rump, swaying wildly like a juicy, fragrant peach, caused Asmodeus's already uncontrollable agitation to surge as he examined the injury. He frowned slightly and raised his hand towards the trembling rump.

"Snapped--"

Asmaide's warm, large hand landed mercilessly on the horse's rump, causing its smooth, moist hindquarters to tremble and ripple with soft, warm waves.

Claudia's sexy and graceful snow-white body suddenly stiffened, her charming eyes filled with mist and a hint of embarrassment.

The crisp, melodious clapping sound caused all eighteen female centaurs present to blush and their hooves to pound restlessly.

For any female centaur, their back and rump have always been off-limits. Only males they approve of can ride on their graceful and supple backs from behind for mating or intimacy.

If any stranger dares to stand behind their horses, it will provoke their anger, and at the very least, they will kick them.

This was especially true for Claudia, the proud and wild centaur chieftain.

This despicable human, how dare he, how dare he! Mei, I think you're busy, Lin Zai Zai, aren't you?

"Quiet."

Asmodée raised her eyes and coldly rebuked him, using her dagger to cut open the blood-soaked linen cloth covering her horse's belly. Looking at the gruesome, mangled wound beneath the cloth, she frowned slightly.

The wound was clearly caused by a weapon with sharp teeth and a giant axe. It tore nearly two feet, or sixty centimeters, almost severing her graceful and supple white horse body. It was two inches deep, but fortunately, there were no vital internal organs in the wound.

It's fortunate that centaurs are so resilient; Claudia's injuries would have been fatal to any ordinary human.

However, with such a severe wound, unless a priest casts two third-circle divine spells to heal the serious injury, or an apothecary uses a mid-level healing potion, given the medical conditions of this world, the patient would likely bleed to death.

Claudia's alluring eyes trembled, realizing that Asmodie was checking her injuries. She could only look away with shy eyes and obediently submit to his actions.

However, when Asmodie's warm, large hand casually stroked her plump, round, snow-white rump, or her long, beautiful, snow-white hooves...

It still made this wild and beautiful centaur chieftain extremely ashamed. She bit her full and luscious red lips to prevent her embarrassing moans from escaping, and her front hooves thrashed restlessly.

"Are you... all done yet? — yeah!"

Asmodeus casually ripped off her already extremely cool, snow-white bodice, causing her two large, round breasts, as smooth and fragrant as freshly washed peaches, to tremble and leap out of the bodice, their two moist, tender nipples bobbing up and down, creating ripples of snowy smoothness.

A shy, low moan finally escaped from her full, soft red lips.

In particular, this human male actually reached out and cupped her two large, round, snow-white breasts, and even ravaged them in a very disrespectful manner, making her feel even more ashamed and angry.

"Don't move."

Asmoder glanced at her indifferently. His deep, indifferent gaze, devoid of any filth or evil intent, left Claudia biting her red lips with extreme resentment. She turned her shy, alluring eyes away, allowing him to fondle her proud, plump, snow-white breasts.

After checking Claudia's injuries, he then took a look at her graceful and supple upper body.

Asmodian then went to the side of the mature and graceful female centaur Sally.

He leaned down and, under the shy gaze of this mature and beautiful centaur, placed his warm, smooth hand on her plump, chestnut-colored rump.

"Ouch—please, a little gentler..."

The beautiful centaur, pregnant with a daughter, swayed her long, flowing tail restlessly. Her eyes, filled with shyness and a touch of dreamy spring charm, allowed this male human, who was not her mate, to freely roam her plump, mature, and soft body and her fair, voluptuous figure.

Whenever Asmodie caressed her plump, soft, and juicy rump, like a ripe, fragrant peach, or touched her sweet, moist breasts, or even her wounds, a soft, shy moan would escape from the lips of this gentle and beautiful centaur.

To her slight surprise, this man, who appeared to be even more brutal than a mad minotaur, was surprisingly gentle in examining her injuries.

However, when Asmody tore off her upper garment, causing her large, plump breasts, like ripe, juicy, and fragrant peaches, to tremble and leap out of the garment, exuding a rich, milky aroma, she still felt extremely shy and a touch of soft, sticky spring-like pleasure.

This human male, in some ways, isn't so gentle after all...

Asmodée's warm, large hands, under the gaze of her shy, spring-like eyes, kneaded her two soft, fragrant, and moist breasts as if they were two large, creamy cakes, gently moving them away to check on the injuries on her upper body.

This plump and beautiful female centaur had three penetrating wounds. Two of them were arrow wounds on her upper body, which were relatively minor and could be treated by removing the arrows and resting. However, the other wound was extremely fatal, a spear wound that went through her from the left to the right.

Even with the centaur's tenacious will to live, this female centaur was now on the verge of death.

Asmodian's brow furrowed even deeper as he rose to examine the injuries of the other female centaurs.

After examining the injuries of each of the eighteen female centaurs, Asmodie stood up, supporting himself with the longsword at his waist. Looking at the severely wounded female centaurs before him, he frowned deeply.

To put it bluntly, of these eighteen female centaurs, only two can be considered healthy.

Ten of them were seriously injured and on the verge of death, all suffering from penetrating wounds and axe lacerations—fatal injuries that even modern medicine in the previous life found extremely difficult to treat. To heal these ten female centaurs, at least ten level-three healing spells would be needed.

It's important to understand that there are no priests capable of casting third-circle healing spells in border Countlands like Castella. Even if you did find one, it wouldn't be enough, considering that a third-circle priest only needs one spell slot per day for a third-circle divine spell.

That wasn't the most troublesome part. The most troublesome were the other six centaurs, these six female centaurs, who had broken their legs.

Even in the past, when medical technology was advanced, a broken leg was an extremely fatal injury for a horse.

Horses' physical structure necessitates constant movement to maintain metabolism and blood circulation. Once a leg is lost, the body is unable to metabolize or move, and the accumulated toxins and massive weight are enough to crush them to death.

Unless they receive the meticulous scientific care they received in their previous lives, euthanasia is the best course of action for these six female centaurs with broken legs, given the current situation.

Asmodée's sleek, long fingertips tapped rhythmically on the hilt of her sword at her waist, her eyes gleaming.

The Lord of Pleasure's blessing can only heal internal injuries and minor wounds; it has no effect whatsoever on penetrating or lacer-like wounds, let alone broken horse legs—

Just as Asmodeus was pondering a solution, a deep, ancient bronze bell tolled, as desolate and ancient as the beginning of life, suddenly resounding from the depths of his soul.

The first sound heralds the dawn of life. A rusty bronze bell, covered in dark green moss like an ancient bell at the entrance of a village welcoming the morning sun, slowly emerges.

The second sound, another bronze bell, along with a faint, dark green glow, slowly illuminated the depths of his soul.

The third sound, the third bronze bell, swayed side by side, the bells ringing in unison. This dark green glimmer transformed into emerald green branches that spread, intertwined, and entwined, blossoming into seedlings of life.

The fourth tone, meaning a seedling in bud.

The fifth tone, a tender flower seedling unfolds its soft petals.

The sixth tone refers to the petals withering, rotting, and turning into putrid mud.

On the seventh note, from the putrid mud beneath the bronze bell, a crucible bubbling with emerald green liquid slowly emerged. The moment the ethereal, dark green mist from the crucible touched the three rusty bronze bells, a pair of dark green eyes slowly opened within this mist.

These eyes, like the blossoming of life at its beginning, yet also like its final decay, endlessly reincarnate, nurturing life while dragging everything into the sludge of time, sinking and struggling endlessly in the cycle of decay and life.

Bubbles rose from the crucible, making a gurgling sound, as if it were laughing. At the same time, those dark green eyes looked at Asmodie with the same satisfaction and reached out their hands.

Asmodeus rested his chin on his hand, scrutinizing the pair of dark green eyes before him.

A third god... It seems that the bishop's bloody sacrifice attracted something that shouldn't exist in this world.

After a moment's hesitation, Asmodae reached out and touched the deity.

【Coo coo...】