Blood Emperor Throne

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"almost……"

Unfortunately, this Blood Summoning spell can only summon two vampires at a time, and can only be used four times a day, for a total of eight. Otherwise, the corpses of the twenty knight squires and the six heavy armored knights would have been enough for him to summon twenty-six vampires to fight his way out of the arena.

Furthermore, the combat strength, tactical prowess, and decisiveness of this knightly order exceeded his expectations.

The four heavily armored knights drew their swords the moment they sensed something was wrong. The other two, knowing they were at a disadvantage, made the extremely decisive decision that one of them should abandon his armor to send a message and the other should take up his shield and spear to guard the key passage and buy time.

Despite being ambushed and caught off guard, losing five men and then calling for two more to report, totaling seven fewer, these twenty sword-wielding squires were still able to exile two bleeding demons using a suicidal tactic.

It seems there's a reason why this arena has been able to maintain its stability until now.

If he were to confront that fully equipped knight order head-on, even in his current state, he wouldn't stand a chance of victory.

Fortunately, he wasn't going to confront them head-on.

Asmodian sheathed his longsword, tore off his slave linen shirt, picked up the linen garment and iron-trimmed leather armor of his sword-wielding squire soaking in blood, casually shook off the blood droplets, and then put them on.

Then, watching the four bloodletting demons feasting on the carnage, he commanded them to venture deeper into the dungeon, while he smeared blood on his face and then slashed at himself with his sword.

Several gruesome bloody marks appeared on his waist and abdomen. The grotesque but non-invasive wounds were mixed with dripping blood, making him look exactly like a wounded and fleeing swordsman.

After doing all this, Asmody lowered his cold, dark eyes, curled up, and a timely look of terror appeared on his blood-soaked, cold face. He pretended to be panicked and dragged his blood-stained sword, running desperately toward the exit.

At this moment, at the exit of the arena, two wooden barricades wrapped with iron chains and barbs blocked the exit. Four knights wearing heavy chainmail, bucket helmets, and holding long spears stood silently behind the barricades, guarding the key passage.

A knight commander, clad in full plate armor and a visored helmet, leaned on his longsword and surveyed the arena at night.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!" A terrified shout suddenly came from the narrow passageway of the arena! Startled, the four knights and their commander immediately drew their swords in alertness.

When they saw a blood-stained, wounded swordsman fleeing in panic from the passageway.

The leading knight commander immediately ordered the barricades to be opened. One of the four knights blew a horn, another drew his sword, and the other two moved the barricades aside to let the swords-wielding squires come over.

"what happened?!"

The knight commander stepped forward, sword in hand, about to ask a question, when a series of muffled hoofbeats suddenly came from inside the arena! His pupils constricted sharply!

He gazed at the narrow passageway, where a dozen or so robust and tall centaurs, along with dozens of burly and powerful orcs and Angry Horned Beasts, roared and charged wildly through the passageway!

"Slaves! Slave riot!" The knight commander drew his longsword and roared, "Close the barricades! Quickly! Draw your swords! Hold the pass! We absolutely cannot let these centaurs escape!"

Having said that, he glanced coldly at the blood-soaked swordsman behind him, took a step back, and suddenly drew his sword to slash at him!

The sword-wielding attendant, who should have been panicked, suddenly raised his sword to block! The sword clashed crisply before his indifferent black eyes! Sparks flew!

Having blocked the attack, the sword-wielding attendant's iron fist, bound by chains, slammed violently to his side! He knocked back a knight who had drawn his sword to strike! His muscular figure staggered back a few steps to regain his footing.

The swordsman standing before him was strong and relaxed, his cold face expressionless, showing no trace of panic.

Asmodie wiped the blood from his longsword, his dark, cold eyes indifferently glancing at the knight commander and four knights who had surrounded him. He then stepped forward again, sword in hand, and slashed at the knight commander!

The knight commander snorted coldly, raised his sword to block, and at the same time, he picked up the prism shield at his waist and swung it around to smash it into Asmodie's chest!

At the same time, four other knights simultaneously slashed at Asmodie with their longswords!

But, just as the longsword was about to strike, Asmodie abruptly abandoned it, dodged the knight commander's shield bash, and charged towards the two wooden barricades, kicking them with his foot!

"Retreat immediately!" The knight commander's pupils constricted sharply as he shouted a warning, but it was too late.

The instant Asmodeus kicked open the wooden barricade, the raging horned beasts and centaurs leaped out of the arena like arrows released from a bow in the night.

Enemies meeting are bound to be furious. These centaurs, wielding clubs and squire swords, and the orcish slaves looked at the four knights before them. In an instant, their raging hooves and bloodthirsty roars engulfed them!

Just as the enraged beast tide of these battle slaves engulfed the knight commander, heavy hooves, accompanied by the resounding sound of horns, suddenly pierced the night sky from the distant camp like the howl of wolves.

Eighty knights, clad in heavy chainmail and breastplate armor and wielding armor-piercing lances, trampled the soft grass. Led by a knight in gleaming silver plate armor, they transformed into cold, sharp silver spears, their lances piercing straight into the beast horde!

"Knights! Charge!"

The battle slaves and orcs, who had been bloodthirsty and tortured for a long time, smashed the knight commander and four knights into mincemeat with clubs and hammers. Their bloodshot eyes stared at the charging knights, and they roared as they trampled the flesh and bones on the ground and pounced on the knights!

Steel shatters flesh and blood, and flesh and blood crush steel bones!

Flesh and steel erupted simultaneously, creating a deafening roar that engulfed the entire arena! The hooves of centaurs and orcs, along with the hooves of the armored knights of the Knights of the Order, trampled the soft grass outside the arena to shreds!

The combat slaves had absolutely no combat skills; they simply used their flesh and blood to create waves that crashed against the knights' sharp spears!

The chilling Knights of Dorne and the enraged battle slaves clashed like two tsunami waves, each carrying a bloodthirsty roar and overwhelming fighting spirit!

A wave of steel and savage flesh crashes into the flesh-and-blood boiler with a ferocious roar!

The rotting flesh of knights and chunks of animal hooves torn apart by lances splashed out like a tide of blood from the center of the charge, staining the soft grass into a sticky, steaming bloody mud.

In a single exchange, the Knights pierced through the nearly one hundred battle slaves and centaurs!

The four vampires roared and charged forward, dragging their blood-flame swords as they met the tall, strong silver-armored knight!

The massive, muscular, blood-red demonic body rammed straight into the warhorse!

In the shadows of this beast tide, Asmodel, carrying his bloodstained longsword, prepared to escape while the four blood-draining demons were entangled with the knight commander.

He didn't think that this group of combat slaves could overthrow this highly skilled knight order, nor did he think that four weaker bloodletting demons could hold off this knight commander.

But just as he turned around! A clear, resounding sound of horses' hooves suddenly came galloping from behind!

Asmodae's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly turned around, drawing his sword to block!

A longsword wreathed in holy silver flames swept past his forehead! It sliced ​​through the sword blocking his way as easily as cutting butter! The blade then turned and slashed straight at his neck!

Asmodée frowned slightly, turned her body, and rolled backward!

Even though he reacted quickly, the silver-flaming longsword still managed to slash through his iron-inlaid leather armor, along with his shoulder, and straight through his collarbone!

The gruesome wound ripped through his collarbone from his shoulder, leaving his sword-wielding right hand hanging limply at his side like a branch ripped from a tree trunk.

However, taking advantage of this opportunity, Asmody rolled away several times and quickly slipped into the shadows of the woods behind him, dragging his mutilated arm.

In his final moments, his cold, indifferent black eyes glanced at the four bloodletting ghosts whose heads had been severed by a single sword and were dissipating in red light, then at the silver-armored knight, before he leaped into the shadows of the forest and disappeared.

Castellet sheathed his silver-flame longsword, his arrogant golden eyes coldly fixed on the forest before him. He then glanced at the knights, their battle slaves locked in a brutal fight, and frowned slightly.

Although he longed to continue pursuing this dangerous battle slave who could summon demons, he knew that neglecting his own knightly order would inevitably lead to greater losses.

To lose a valuable knight of the Order for a slave is not a worthwhile deal.

He snorted coldly, drew his sword, reined in his horse, turned around, and beheaded a centaur as a way of venting his anger.

Anyway, he only needs to report to the church and ask them to send Templar Knights; he doesn't need to put in any more effort.

In the woods, Asmodeus glanced behind him, confirming that the knight commander had been held back, and then coldly looked at his right arm.

It wasn't time to rest yet, so he casually tore off a few vines and tied them tightly around his arms. The intense stinging pain even made him wince slightly and break out in a cold sweat.

After treating his injuries, he followed the terrain information he had obtained from the slaves in the dungeon and ran wildly towards the southern border of the Earl of Dorne, taking advantage of the cover of night and the forest, while also being careful of wild animals attracted by the smell of blood.

It wasn't until early morning that he saw the Ruva River, its surface shimmering with light amidst the thin mist of dawn.

This is the southern border of the Earl of Dorne. Across the river lies the neighboring Earl of Castella. Once inside the Earl of Castella, the Knights of Dorne will not be able to easily cross the river to find him, as this would provoke a war between the two territories.

After finding a shallow spot to cross the river, Asmodé finally entered the territory of Count Castella at dawn. Exhausted, he went into a dense forest, leaned against an ancient tree, closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

After he closed his eyes, an unknown amount of time passed, and a magnificent carriage slowly came to a stop near the woods.

Inside the carriage, a delicate, white hand gently lifted the pristine white lace curtain, and a pair of noble, aloof, and alluring blue eyes glanced warily at Asmodie, who had fainted in the woods.

"Sera, go and take a look."

"Yes."

A dashing, noble, and beautiful female knight stepped off the carriage in knee-high silver boots and walked towards Asmodé, returning the message.

"He was an injured man, and appeared to be a slave."

"The slaves... take them with you for now. There's a church in the next town; you can hand them over to them for resettlement."

"Yes, Lady Kasrina."

Chapter 3 The Noblewoman and the Knight

In a quiet clearing in the woods, the summer morning breeze, carrying the coolness of the previous night, slightly dispelled the heat of the early morning sun.

The delicate fragrance of orchids at the tip of his nose and the soft chirping of insects in his ears caused Asmodie to slightly open his dark, inky eyes.

The tent top, made of fine linen, and the oil lamp that had just been extinguished came into his view, causing him to frown slightly.

He lifted the fine linen blanket covering him and examined his physical condition.

His right arm, which had been almost severed, was now wrapped in a clean white bandage. The bandaging technique was very skillful. Although it was not very effective, it stopped the bleeding, settled him down, and saved his life.

Otherwise, he would either have collapsed and died of hemorrhagic shock by the roadside, or been devoured by wild animals attracted by the smell of blood.

Asmodée moved her still-mobile left arm and made a judgment.

Not a member of the Knights...

If it were the Knights, they wouldn't be so kind as to bandage him and stop the bleeding, nor would they take good care of him.

So his current situation is probably due to being rescued by a kind merchant or nobleman.

"you're awake?"

The elegant and alluring voice made Asmodeus's indifferent dark eyes turn towards the person in front of him.

A pair of elegant and beautiful feet, adorned with light purple nail polish and black stockings, stepped into his eyes, wearing delicate and elegant light blue crystal strappy pointed-toe stilettos.

Behind those beautiful feet in high heels and black stockings, a pair of slender and sexy female knights stepped in from behind the tent curtain, wearing knee-high silver boots.

The tent curtain was lifted, and a noble and beautiful female knight and a noble and aloof lady entered the tent.

Asmodeus moved his left arm, his deep, indifferent gaze sweeping past the noble and beautiful female knight leaning on her longsword, her face radiating a cold indifference, and onto the aloof and elegant noblewoman.

This aloof and elegant lady wore a fitted, ankle-length light blue silk dress. Her charming face was exquisite and cold, and her chestnut-brown wavy hair reached her waist. It was neatly styled into a charming and noble updo with a light purple headband, adding a touch of spring-like allure to her cold and elegant appearance.

But this alluring charm did not diminish her noble air; on the contrary, it made her look like a proud and aloof queen, elegant and beautiful.

The seemingly conservative light blue silk dress was actually extremely daring, not only outlining her voluptuous and graceful figure to an exceptionally voluptuous and proud sexiness.

Before those proud, soft, and trembling breasts, which were like two washed, tender white peaches, a large expanse of snow-white, warm, hollowed-out lace was laid out, making the snow-white, proud, warm and moist cleavage appear and disappear hazily under the semi-transparent hollowed-out lace.

Even with the highly elastic white lace, these soft, proud, snow-white breasts still stretched the semi-transparent lace to the point of almost bursting.

Two plump, white breasts, like juicy, plump peaches, trembled and swayed under the openwork lace with each drop of the noblewoman's crystal high heels, creating soft ripples.

This also made the platinum necklace, which hung deep between her snow-white breasts and was adorned with blue cat's-eye stones, all the more suggestive.

Although the hem of this fitted silk dress extended all the way past her ankles, its tight fit accentuated the curves of the noblewoman's full, plump, and tender buttocks, making them appear exceptionally voluptuous.

Similarly, due to its tight fit, the noblewoman's long, jade-like legs were covered in extremely alluring and sexy lace-trimmed black stockings, which, under the form-fitting, hazy silk skirt, subtly revealed her exquisite and voluptuous curves.

Beneath the lace skirt, her alluring black stockings, adorned with elegant and sexy delicate strappy crystal-colored pointed-toe stilettos, were revealed, making the noblewoman's beautiful black stockings and crystal-strap stilettos even more desirable.

Beneath the sheer, alluring black stockings lay a delicate, smooth instep, a rounded arch, and toes adorned with vibrant red nail polish, as white and lustrous as jade, hidden within semi-transparent crystal heels.

It makes one yearn to be trampled and ravaged by her haughty, contemptuous, and aloof black-stockinged queenly demeanor, with her enchanting and sexy black-stockinged feet.

"You saved me?" Asmodie asked softly, his voice still a little hoarse after a night's rest.

"I found you in the woods; you were injured."

The noble and aloof lady scrutinized the strong and handsome man before her. His bare upper body was as perfectly slender as a marble sculpture, and his muscles were as hard and solid as if carved by a knife and axe.

This fit, strong, and powerful physique caused a blush to rise on the cold, beautiful face of this noblewoman who had long lived in the castle. She looked at the knight beside her and said softly.

“I am Katharina Desara, and this is Sera Viser, my personal knight. You may call her if you need anything.”

"There's a church in the next town, and a priest there should be able to heal your wounds. You can stay in that town then."

Having said that, she nodded her cold and elegant head and led the knight out of the tent.

Asmodie watched Katharina's retreating figure, his brows furrowing slightly.

From the moment he was born, he was sold to the gladiatorial arena as a heretic and endured three years of death.

In these three years, he had seen countless bloated nobles and powerful figures. Whether they were noblewomen or noble lords, they were all driven by greed and desire, and never showed a trace of kindness.

This time, it's the first time.

Kaselina...

Asmodée glanced again at her right arm, which had already lost all feeling, then closed her dark eyes and quietly rested.

A severed arm cannot be healed simply by bandaging it. You either need a priest to cast two first-circle arcane spells to heal minor injuries, or you need to buy healing potions from an apothecary, or you can cut off the arm with a red-hot axe to prevent infection.

However, he did have another way.

"What are you doing! How dare you!"

Just then, a cold, arrogant rebuke, accompanied by several unrestrained lewd laughs, suddenly came from outside the tent.