Blood Emperor Throne

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The sight of the two knights crashing to the ground brought the priest, who had been caught in a frenzy of bloodlust, back to his senses.

He stared in astonishment at Asmodie, who had laid down the knight's corpse and was approaching him with a blood-stained sword, before belatedly roaring at the knights guarding the basement.

"Come--!"

Before he could finish speaking, Asmodie's longsword sliced ​​across his head, and a head filled with fear and horror rolled down, landing precisely on the empty skull in front of the skull altar.

"boom--!"

Just as Asmodeus frowned, a burst of scarlet blood light suddenly surged from the skull altar before him!

Before him, a pair of blood-red eyes, surging with crimson flames and a tsunami of bloody skulls, and dazzling like hundreds of stars condensed together, slowly opened.

His scarlet eyes surged with furious blood, anger and courage coexisting and complementing each other, like the gaze of an unparalleled and majestic god upon him.

With a satisfied expression, he slowly extended his hand, which was wrapped in blood armor.

Asmodai gazed silently at those blood-red eyes, when suddenly a solemn and dignified voice echoed from the depths of his soul, telling him that those blood-red eyes were ominous and evil, and should not be touched.

He glanced at the longsword in his hand, then at the basement door, and pondered.

The arena of Earl Dorn houses an entire knightly order and an arcane mage order, far beyond his current capabilities.

If he wants to escape, he has to make a deal.

He reached out, ignoring the solemn warning in his mind, and made contact with those bloodthirsty eyes.

The instant he made contact, he saw the crimson deity's eyes reveal pleasure, transforming into a burning ocean of blood that instantly dyed his originally clear and transparent soul crimson.

Endless rage overwhelmed his reason, and a surge of primal, untamed power coursed through his body like a raging bull. His once dark and deep eyes transformed into two churning seas of blood, burning with fury.

The instant he made contact, a faint green, purple-blue, and peach-red halo silently seeped into his soul.

Asmodeus felt the raging crimson power surging within him and his body rapidly healing its wounds. His dark eyes remained indifferent as he asked calmly.

"Eight hundred and eighty-eight skulls? In exchange for the first stage of blessing?"

Blood Eyes gave his approval.

“Very good.” Asmody nodded quietly. “Then what about the dosage for the second phase?”

The altar responded with a scarlet number, eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, before turning to ashes.

Asmodian glanced at the ashes on the altar, then at the three corpses on the ground, ignoring the priest, and indifferently raised his hand towards the two knights.

Streams of crimson blood gushed from the knight's robust body, which was covered in heavy plate armor, enveloping and shaping it like lava, glowing with blood patterns, and distorting the reality of space.

When the bloodstains disappeared, the knight's corpse was gone, replaced by two blood-sucking demons, their bodies entirely crimson.

These blood-draining demons are humanoid, with skin as red as blood or as lava, covered in thorns and bone spikes, their feet twisted into a bow shape, their thick, powerful hands wielding a longsword wreathed in flames, and a pair of black horns strong enough to topple a warhorse.

Blood Summoning Spell: Uses ample flesh and blood as offerings to summon Blood Abyss Demons.

The first phase is the Bloodlust Demon, but since it's not a Chaos army summoned by warping reality with a sufficient number of bloody skulls, it can only exist for one hour and is slightly weaker.

The second stage involves summoning the hounds of the Blood Abyss, which are weaker than the Bloodletting Demons but can exist indefinitely and grow.

The moment the two vampires were summoned, their eyes, burning with crimson fury, fixed on Asmodie, their long, scarlet tongues lolling out, filled with greed.

However, when a glint of blood flashed in Asmodai's indifferent dark eyes, the two blood-draining demons abandoned their greed for souls and followed Asmodai's pace.

"So……"

Asmodée, carrying a blood-stained longsword and boots stained with blood, walked silently toward the door, her hoarse voice indifferent and chilling.

"It's time to start the liquidation."

[The following is the author's note]

I'd like to say a few things and answer a few questions.

[To avoid sparking arguments, the original paragraphs regarding the author's views on certain "hammer kids" have been deleted.]

The following are answers to other questions.

Does this book have any female characters?

Yes, they'll all mention it in the description. They're mostly beautiful, like princess knights or noblewomen—female characters who are perfect for tough guys—and there are also centaurs.

This book focuses on killing and quick sex; there won't be much romance. Sex scenes are basically non-stop, with only a few romantic touches during the actual sex.

If you're looking for a story with delicate romance and emotional scenes, there's a novel on this site called "My Cold and Beautiful Sword Immortal Master," which is blocked on PC but can still be viewed on the app.

The author writes the romance scenes very delicately, and it's a cute young boy fantasy novel with a gentle yet rich love story. The female and fairy characters in this ancient-style fantasy are very alluring and involve reverse seduction. The protagonist is a nine-tailed fox spirit with aphrodisiac properties, and he's basically the type who gets targeted and seduced by fairies the moment he steps outside. It's very arousing and enjoyable.

If you're getting a little tired of the typical "killing grass" and "bulldozer" type of sex scenes, you can check out that book. The author's stories about small horses and big carts are incredibly erotic and arousing.

Fourthly, this book is being published simultaneously, so updates will be slightly slower. Also, the author has never worked in the adult entertainment industry, please be aware of this.

Chapter 2 The Chosen Champion

The atmosphere within the arena was oppressive and silent, save for the occasional hoarse screams and bloodthirsty growls of dying beasts echoing from the depths of the dungeon. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

Asmody raised his hand to touch the stone door to the basement, closed his dark eyes, and quietly planned a strategy in his mind.

He had lived in this arena for three years, and through countless life-or-death duels, he had become intimately familiar with its structure.

Judging from the route the knights took him from the dungeon to the basement, he should now be in the center of the arena, the same place where he fought the berserkers during the day.

This basement was clearly located beneath the arena, which meant that after he pushed open the stone door, he was still inside the arena, and there should still be knights guarding it from above.

The arena is surrounded by ten-meter-high rock walls covered with iron netting. There are only two exits: one leads to the dungeon, and the other is blocked by a steel lattice gate.

Behind the steel grille and iron gate lies the exit of the arena, which is also the encampment of that knightly order.

With his current strength, even if he were to confront an entire knightly order equipped with full plate armor, he would still be doomed.

Furthermore, that knight commander once killed a berserk blue-scaled dragon with a single sword strike in the arena. It should be noted that this dragon was strong enough to easily tear apart the berserk orc from the daytime.

Not to mention, this knightly order also has five arcane mages assisting them. The vampires have extremely high physical resistance and are basically immune to ranged crossbow bolts. They can only be banished if their heads are cut off.

However, the mage's arcane magic could easily harm the vampires, and he was no exception. A single fifth-circle arcane spell was enough to devour him and the two vampires.

Therefore, he needed a plan, a plan to create enough chaos...

Perhaps the combat slaves in the dungeon could come in handy...

The crimson night sky, stained with torches and the stench of blood, turned the bright moon and stars above the arena blood red.

Four heavily armored knights, clad in heavy chainmail and breastplates, and wearing raven-face helmets, stood solemnly at the entrance to the basement, coldly surveying the area.

The arena's dungeon is home to many insane monsters, and they have no intention of staying there for long.

In addition to these four knights, there was a squad of twenty swordsmen in iron-trimmed leather armor and chainmail outside the basement entrance, responsible for guarding the area.

"Click——"

A dull thud came from the stone door behind them, and a pungent, fishy smell wafted out.

The stench made the eyes of the two seasoned knights who were near the stone gate sharpen. They immediately drew their swords and turned around, only to see two blood-flaming longswords fall down!

"puff--!"

A dull, tearing sound of flesh being ripped apart suddenly echoed throughout the basement!

"Enemy attack! Enemy presence!"

The other two heavily armored knights drew their swords and roared angrily as they turned and retreated. When they saw the scene behind them, their pupils suddenly contracted!

Two blood-red demons, their bodies entirely crimson, their heads sprouting jet-black horns, and their legs bent in an arc yet still taller and more robust than a knight, were wielding a longsword wreathed in blood flames, their thick, sharp claws clutching the severed heads of two knights.

The demon grinned as it glanced at the two knights, then shoved their heads, still attached to their conical helmets, into the gaping maw of the Bloodfang, its fangs snapping shut like iron teeth crushing flesh.

"Kaka——"

The crisp sound of bones cracking, accompanied by the chilling sound of flesh being chewed, was like the unique, malevolent whisper of a demon, sending shivers down the spines of the two battle-hardened knights.

The steel conical helmet, bit by bit, mixed with bone fragments and minced flesh, dripped from between their menacing fangs.

"Go and report to Commander Carterless!"

The two heavily armored knights immediately made a decision. One roared and raised the heavy prism shield he was carrying to block in front of him. He abandoned his longsword and drew the steel spear that gleamed coldly from his waist, blocking the narrow passage completely. The other knight took off his heavy breastplate armor, longsword and shield, and ran for his life!

"Good tactical awareness."

Asmodée, carrying a blood-dripping longsword and wearing blood-stained boots, stepped over the corpses of two heavily armored knights, her gaze indifferent, and walked forward step by step.

"A slave?" The knight with the shield's pupils contracted sharply, his face showing astonishment.

Before he could react, Asmodeus, carrying his blood-stained sword, charged forward with heavy strides like a raging bull!

The knight's face was solemn as he slammed his heavy shield, which weighed at least thirty pounds, into the ground with a dull thud, and thrust out his steel spear with sharp force!

In this cramped and narrow passage, a knight clad in heavy armor and wielding a large shield could hold off a hundred heavily armored soldiers with just a steel spear until he was exhausted.

But this was not the case for Asmodie. He swiftly sidestepped the thrusting spear, raised his shoulder, and transformed himself into a siege engine, crashing straight into the knight's large shield!

"puff--!"

The heavily armored knight, weighing nearly 300 pounds including himself and his shield, felt as if he were wrestling with a bull the moment Asmodie rammed into the shield! His tall and muscular body was sent flying backward by the impact!

Before he could regain his footing, Asmodie had already snatched the steel spear from his hand and stepped over him. The Bloodletting Demon behind him grinned and swung down the Bloodflame Longsword, the blood-flame-covered blade growing larger and larger in his pupils.

"Uhhhhhh!!"

The sounds of flesh tearing apart and screams behind him made the fleeing knight's pupils shrink.

Fortunately, he had already climbed to the exit of the basement, and his eyes under the conical helmet could even see the stars and moon in the sky, stained red by the stench and flames, and the sword-wielding knights and their squires with bonfires lit in the arena.

As long as we get to that place, as long as we escape from here...

"Go report to the commander! There's someone—!"

He roared at the unsuspecting knight squire, but the next second, a sharp whistling sound suddenly came from behind him!

A steel spear shot out from the darkness behind him like a crossbow bolt, piercing through his muscular body and chainmail, pinning him firmly to the rock face!

The look in his eyes froze instantly, and his roar turned into a spray of dark red blood.

The last thing the knight saw was his terrified squire and four bloodletting demons that sprang out of the basement and began to slaughter the sword-wielding squires.

"These are... demons!! Demons! Quick! Go report this—uhhhhh!"

"My legs! My legs!"

"Idiot! Stop standing there like an idiot! Organize the attack! Don't use crossbows and crossbows! Demons are immune to arrows! Draw your swords! Quickly! Ander! Go report to the commander! Go now!"

These guards, all carrying swords, were veterans who had fought on many battlefields.

Although they were caught off guard by the demon's sudden attack, and the demon was too shocked to react immediately.

But after five of the twenty sword-wielding henchmen were slaughtered by the four blood-draining demons, they immediately roared and drew their longswords. Two others dropped their crossbows and longswords and ran wildly toward the arena entrance!

Four blood-sucking demons brandished their blood-flame longswords amidst the crowd, grinning as they began a one-sided slaughter!

A vampire swung its blood-stained sword, cleaving one of its squires into pieces! Then, it raised its claws and swiftly grabbed the head of another squire wielding a sword!

With a sinister laugh, it crushed the attendant's head into dust! It then drew its blood-flame longsword and beheaded another attendant who roared and swung his sword forward!

But the orderly sacrifice of the three sword-wielding henchmen created a brief opening for the bloodletting demon. In that single moment, several henchmen fearlessly thrust their longswords into its waist, completely restraining its movements!

After the vampire roared and crushed another skull, it was finally beheaded by a gray-haired old soldier who swung his longsword!

The other vampire was also attacked by the same group of followers, and was eventually banished at the cost of three of them being chopped into pieces.

Of the twenty knights who were squires, only five remained after the massacre, including the old soldier with gray hair and beard who was left with only one arm.

His white beard trembled as he gripped his longsword tightly, staring at the two bloodletting demons who were grinning and approaching him with blood-flame swords in hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the two fleeing attendants.

Hurry! Hurry!

As the two frantically running attendants arrived at the steel gate, one of them pressed a switch. With a series of rumbling sounds, the heavy steel gate, weighing over a thousand pounds, was slowly lifted, finally bringing a hint of joy to the old soldier's eyes.

As long as the team leader arrives, everything will be alright!

But the next instant, the bowstring of a heavy crossbow snapped, extinguishing the joy in the old soldier's eyes and turning it into ashes!

A sharp, heavy arrow-like streak of light suddenly emerged from the shadows beside the steel gate, impaling the body of a squire who was about to escape the gate against the rock wall!

Before the other attendant could react, a strong figure sprang out from the shadows and grabbed his neck before he could speak. With a twist of the large hand, his cervical vertebrae, along with his warning cry, were crushed!

Asmodai put down the limp corpse of his squire, his indifferent black eyes silently watching the knight's squire being slaughtered unilaterally by two vampires in the distance. He raised his hand, clenched his fist, and aimed it at the corpses of the two knight's squires.

As blood gushed forth and enveloped the body of the squire, two bloodsucking demons slowly rose from the corpse of the sword-wielding squire, roaring savagely as they joined the slaughter of the sword-wielding squire.

One by one, the blood souls, each a deep crimson and crystalline, transformed into blood-red skull shapes, drifting one by one from the depths of the basement and the corpses of his attendants into the depths of his soul, piling up to form a blood-red skull throne.

Asmodeus felt the power within him growing stronger and more solid, watching the steel gate slowly rise, and then glanced back at the four vampires.