The Convent of Saintess, Episodes 16-20 (Total 26 Episodes) Author: Wind Howling

*The Convent of Saintess*

Author: Feng Zhongxiao
Publisher: Xianchuang Culture

Volume 16 A Demonic Outburst Chapter 1: Adorable Pets

General Polon, commander of the elite cavalry, led his troops in a rebellion, storming the royal city with the aim of swiftly killing Prince Edward and presenting his head to King Rille II in the south as proof of his loyalty.

However, when Prince Edward charged towards him on horseback, Polon was utterly shocked.

Watching Prince Edward wield his greatsword, swiftly slashing through the air, and brutally decapitating one of his trusted subordinates, Polon's eyes widened in disbelief and rage.

The intelligence was wrong! This was Polon's first thought. Intelligence suggested Prince Edward was a good-for-nothing playboy who had never fought a war. His previous act of bravely stopping the runaway horse was likely a staged performance with the Duchess of Danu. But seeing him on the battlefield today, Polon was astonished to discover that the young man's fierce killing intent was no less than his own, clearly honed on the bloody battlefield—a ferocious aura capable of slaughtering any enemy!

A flash of regret and anger crossed Polon's eyes, replaced by a resolute and ruthless gaze. There was no turning back now; only a charge forward, a desperate fight, might offer a chance of survival. If he couldn't kill him, he was doomed anyway—what more could he say?

Angry roars erupted from both commanders, and two tall warhorses, urged on by their masters, galloped forward, charging towards the inescapable enemy.

Elwar swung his greatsword with both hands, cleaving the head of a rebel soldier blocking his path, his face covered in blood as he fell from his horse. He then deftly flicked the blade, piercing the face of another enemy soldier, who fell backward, dead on the spot.

The heavy greatsword was wielded with incredible agility and dexterity by Elwar; as his horse charged forward, he swiftly killed three enemy soldiers, charging straight to Polon.

Polon charged through the path left by his men, gritting his teeth and ignoring the gruesome sight of his fallen soldiers. He raised his spear, thrusting it forcefully towards Elwar's chest, intending to use his immense strength to pierce Elwar on the spot, displaying him to his troops and causing the enemy to collapse without a fight!

Seeing the spear coming at him, Elwar's eyes gleamed, and he laughed heartily, swinging his heavy greatsword to meet the spear.

With a deafening roar, the sword slammed heavily into the steel spear. The combined force of the two impacts caused the greatsword to buckle.

The violent shock caused Polon's face to flush crimson, his chest to churn, and his hands to split and bleed from the impact. The steel spear was knocked askew, and although it wasn't yet out of his grasp, his arms were numb and he couldn't lift it for a moment.

Elva, accustomed to divine weapons, found the greatsword effortless. After the shock, he quickly recovered, raised the greatsword again, and slashed at Polon.

Everyone looked up in shock, watching the young prince raise his heavy two-handed greatsword high, a fierce killing intent emanating from his face. His bright eyes flashed with a sharp light as he roared and forcefully brought the greatsword down!

With all his might, Polon could only manage to raise his numb arms slightly, his spear futilely reaching upwards. He knew in his heart that at his current speed, it was impossible to block the greatsword before it struck. His

eyes widened as he watched the greatsword fall from above, a strange expression of relief appearing in them.

At least, his loved ones wouldn't be killed by the enraged King Riel.

This last, vague thought rose in his mind as the greatsword slammed heavily into his neck, swiftly cleaving through the armor and penetrating deep into his body. His massive head was severed with a crack, crashing to the ground, his helmet striking the street with a loud thud.

Cries of alarm rose from all directions as everyone stared wide-eyed at Prince Edward, who stood on horseback, facing the rebel commander, a blood-soaked greatsword in hand. Before him stood Polon, headless, his body slowly swaying backward, finally falling from his horse and crashing to the ground.

A roar of enthusiastic cheers erupted behind Elwar, countless soldiers roaring with joy at having such a valiant lord. Amidst the cheers,

cries of grief and rage followed. Polon's trusted soldiers, unable to accept this devastating reality, charged forward recklessly, many cavalrymen charging towards Elwar, determined to kill him and avenge their lord.

Beside Elwar, the strong female swordswoman Catherine wielded her greatsword, fiercely hacking at the onrushing rebel soldiers. Her beautiful face was filled with unwavering excitement.

Seeing the prince grow so rapidly and possess such formidable strength filled the loyal Catherine with immense joy; her bright eyes shone with a terrifying light.

The greatsword struck an enemy soldier's head, blood spurting out. Behind her, a large number of her personally trained iron cavalry guards charged forward, surrounding the two leaders and fiercely hacking away at the enemy soldiers around Elwar.

The fearless rebel soldiers were ultimately a minority. After the rest watched in stunned silence as their men were slaughtered, piercing screams erupted from all sides. Countless rebel soldiers spurred their horses and fled, not daring to linger before the terrifying Prince Edward.

But outside the west gate, a large force of cavalry charged in—the cavalry of the Mighty Legion. After the little witch flew to relay the order, they rushed towards the west gate in the shortest possible time, blocking the enemy's escape route.

Seeing their escape route cut off, and blocked by the recently renowned and fierce Mighty Legion cavalry, the rebel soldiers, having lost their commander

, were filled with panic. Hearing the shouts of surrender behind them, they lost all will to fight, dropping their weapons, dismounting, and kneeling in fear, awaiting their punishment. The streets were littered with blood and carnage, corpses and heads piled up everywhere. Countless brave soldiers surrounded their young leader, cheering wildly, their excited shouts echoing across the majestic royal city.

"Your Highness, please punish me for my dereliction of duty!"

In the royal council hall, Catherine knelt in the center, head bowed in confession, her beautiful face filled with remorse and self-reproach.

Only she and Elva were in the hall. Everyone else had been driven out by Elva to avoid interfering with his womanizing pursuits.

Her helmet had been removed and held in her arm, her brilliant golden hair cascading down to the ground, shimmering with golden light.

Traces of blood stained her beautiful face. A large amount of blood had flowed from her armor, staining the floor in the center of the hall.

Before her, Elwar's princely robes were stained with blood. He smiled and looked down at her, saying gently, "It's nothing. It's not your fault that Polon wanted to rebel."

Catherine stubbornly shook her head, her voice hoarse, "Your Highness entrusted the defense of the capital to me, but I failed to do a good job of protecting it, allowing the rebels to breach the city gates. If I'm not severely punished, how can I explain this to the fallen soldiers!"

"The guards at the west gate were just a motley crew, not very strong. It was inevitable that they would be attacked by the rebels and breach the gates..." Elwar casually excused her, staring down at her high, firm breasts, secretly swallowing.

Catherine's figure seemed to be getting better and better; her breasts were high, her waist slender, and she exuded a healthy and alluring aura, making Elwar's appetite surge, wanting to reach out and touch her beautiful body.

Before Catherine could argue further, Elva interrupted, "You seem to have been injured. Quickly take off your clothes, I'll heal you. My healing skills were learned at the Saintess Convent; I guarantee they'll heal immediately without leaving a scar!"

With a concerned expression, Elva quickly removed Catherine's armor, secretly swallowing his saliva as he did so.

Catherine was flustered and didn't have time to object before her armor was removed. She hurriedly raised her hands to cover her chest, stopping Elva's attempt to undress her further, a shy blush appearing on her beautiful face.

Her left arm had been pierced by a sharp blade; although it was only a superficial wound, it was still bleeding. Elva immediately chanted an incantation, placing a sphere of light healed on her wound, and sure enough, the bleeding stopped immediately, and the wound quickly closed, leaving only a faint red line.

“In a few days, it will be completely healed, and there won't be any trace of it,” Elva said with a smile, his gaze sneaking over her open neckline and stealing a glance at her high, firm breasts.

Catherine blushed even more, kneeling down again and pleading, “Your Highness, please punish me according to military law!”

Elva smiled, scratching his head, and said, “Punish you? Hmm, let me think…right, this will be your punishment!”

He reached out and pulled Catherine up, drawing her into his arms. Looking down into her beautiful, bewildered eyes, he gently kissed her red lips.

Catherine's eyes widened instantly, feeling dizzy and weak all over. She could only let out soft moans, her heavy breaths hitting Elva's face, hot and scorching.

Elva smiled, kissing her soft lips deeply and wantonly, his tongue forcing its way into her moist mouth, teasing her smooth tongue in an intimate French kiss.

His hands encircled her slender waist, gently caressing it, gradually moving to her round, fragrant buttocks. He sighed contentedly, enjoying the warm, soft touch.

After the brutal slaughter, having such a beautiful woman to hold was truly a wonderful feeling, causing his penis to subtly harden, pressing against the beautiful female swordsman's lower abdomen.

Her body was still covered in blood from the battle, as was his. Holding the blood-soaked beauty brought a bittersweet pleasure, making Elva's eyes sparkle. His kisses grew even more passionate, his other hand reaching upwards to touch her full, high breasts.

Catherine trembled violently, pulling back forcefully, breaking free from his embrace with immense willpower. Standing three steps away, she gasped heavily, her voice trembling, "Your Highness, I'm feeling unwell. Please allow me to take my leave!"

Elva smiled, his gaze towards her filled with admiration.

He now possessed such powerful aphrodisiac abilities that even physical contact could ignite a woman's strongest desires. Yet, she could resist the urges with such strong willpower. Truly a resolute and powerful female warrior, conquering such a beauty would be all the more interesting.

Catherine bowed to him, then looked up, gazing blankly at his handsome face, before slowly retreating and turning to leave the hall.

Walking along the palace paths, Catherine was in a daze, as if sleepwalking. Memories of her youthful feelings, the dreams she once had for the prince, all resurfaced in her still youthful heart.
Her body was still burning hot; Catherine's cheeks were flushed, and sweat was beading on her forehead. She realized that tonight, she would likely be sleepless.

Behind her, Elva stood on the hall, watching her departing figure, smiling as he admired her swaying, almost drunken state. He thought gleefully, "Her reaction when I kissed her was really strong… another game of pure love? It looks interesting. Let's play this game slowly!"

Looking into her eyes, Elva knew she loved him. As for when this love began, that was uncertain; perhaps it was before he came into this world that Catherine had already secretly loved Prince Edward.

Suddenly, a clear, playful voice came from behind: "Was the kiss enjoyable?"

"Not bad," Elva replied casually, turning around to embrace the girl's slender waist, lowering his head to deeply kiss her cherry-like lips.

The beautiful girl with pink hair raised her jade-like arms, tightly wrapping them around his neck, her delicate body coiling around him like a snake, her smooth, fragrant tongue skillfully plunging into his mouth, greedily sucking the saliva from his lips.

Her delicate hands roamed over Elva's body, oblivious to his blood-soaked state. With practiced ease, she pulled down his trousers, knelt before him, opened her soft lips, and took his thick, hard penis into her mouth, sucking and licking it excitedly.

Her small, delicate tongue forcefully teased his penis, pressing against the tip. Princess Qinana sucked hard a few times, unable to bear the emptiness and thirst in her lower body any longer. She panted and pushed Elva down to the ground, stripping off her own clothes and eagerly climbing onto him. Her

beautiful, bright eyes gleamed with lustful hunger. The playful and adorable girl excitedly rode on top of him, her tender petals pressing against his thick penis. She sat down forcefully, her tender orifice swallowing the hard penis, bringing it into a hot, moist, and wonderful sensation.

"Ah..." Princess Qinana cried out passionately, overwhelmed by the full and satisfying sensation inside her vagina, feeling ecstatic. Her slender hands rested on Elva's shoulders, and after a few soft gasps, she thrust her beautiful waist forward, excitedly pounding into Elva's body.

To save time, she removed only the lower half of Elva's clothes. Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she gazed at Elva, completely oblivious to the blood still flowing from his body! Perhaps it was precisely this that excited her even more.

The two, naked from the waist down, engaged in passionate lovemaking in the council hall. Elva casually conjured a white mist, obscuring their figures.

His illusion magic had improved; while he couldn't perform highly sophisticated illusions, creating a mist to conceal his body was still a simple matter.

His penis was tightly gripped by her honeyed passage, feeling the tender flesh rubbing and spasming against it with pleasure. Elva reached out and, through her clothes, kneaded the girl's breasts. He frowned, pondered for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Establish a church in the Kingdom of Saint Anne and spread the faith in the Demon God among the people!"

Princess Qinana, panting heavily, thrust into him fiercely, feeling her lower body burning with excitement from the intense friction. Her beautiful eyes glazed over as she trembled and cried out, "Why spread the faith in the Demon God? The people here all love the Goddess of Life, and after the Goddess of Life appeared last time, they were incredibly devout. If I go and spread the faith in the great Demon God, they'll catch me and beat me to death..."

Elva smiled, unconcerned, and said, "That's nothing. The people further away don't know much about the Goddess of Life's appearance." "Besides, there are supporters of the Ril family in and around the capital, and they are always hostile towards me. You can use the Ril family's name to recruit them and get them to join the Demon God's Church. I will also send people to protect you. Just have some people from the former Pink Legion come over and become your subordinates. With them protecting you and helping you spread the word, you won't have to show your face in public and risk that danger."

His hand grasped Princess Qinana's soft waist, kneading her small, smooth buttocks, helping her thrust her slender waist more vigorously, and said, "If they dare to report your church, I can just arrest them as remnants of the Ril family and send them to do hard labor. If those Ril family supporters all join your church, we can control them and prevent them from causing any sabotage in the rear."

Princess Qinana listened with amusement, her eyes sparkling with excitement. However, the crucial moment had arrived, rendering her speechless. She could only frantically thrust her slender waist, allowing the thick, hard penis to rub and pound against her tender orifice at top speed. A fiery desire surged within her delicate heart, causing this passionate and adorable girl to scream with excitement, her body trembling violently. After a blissful climax, she collapsed breathlessly onto Elva, tightly embracing his neck, smiling sweetly, savoring the exquisite pleasure of their intimate union.

As night fell over the palace, a tranquil atmosphere filled the courtyard.

In the flower-filled courtyard, Elva, dressed in princely attire, strolled leisurely, immersed in the carefree joy of an after-dinner walk.

In his hands, he led an adorable pet—a stunningly beautiful young girl—crawling on all fours, her body radiating alluring curves.

Her long, soft hair, a lovely blend of crimson and pale red, cascaded down from the girl's head, over her shoulders, and onto the ground, specking her with specks of dirt.

With a hint of difficulty, the gladiolus girl crawled silently on the ground, her beautiful face bowed to the earth, bearing an expression of humiliation and heartbreak. Her bright eyes dimmed, brimming with glistening tears, which fell drop by drop, scattering onto the dust.

Around her neck was a golden collar, inlaid with many beautiful gems, shimmering enchantingly in the night.

Elva, holding a delicate platinum chain, strolled leisurely through the flowerbeds, finding immense joy in walking her pet.

Having acquired the entire city's treasury, Elva suddenly became incredibly wealthy. She casually took some gold and gems to have a collar crafted as a gift for the Saintess Minnie.

Gently pulling the platinum chain, Elva lowered his head, smiling at the Saintess Minnie who had been forced to look up. He reached out and stroked her smooth hair, softly asking, "Little doggy, are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?"

Clear tears streamed down her fair cheeks as Saintess Minnie sobbed softly, but dared not argue with him. She could only nod humiliatingly, her voice trembling as she said, "Satisfied..."

Elva smiled contentedly, leading her for a walk in the courtyard. He was extremely pleased, secretly delighted to see such a beautiful girl: "Who could have such a pretty and adorable pet as mine!"

Because it was a bit chilly that evening, Elva allowed her to wear his work clothes, which he had found from Princess Qinana. It was a pink short dress that Princess Qinana had worn. Saintess Minnie dared not refuse, because refusing would mean crawling naked in the palace courtyard, which would make her even more uncomfortable.

Compared to the other saintesses, she appeared extremely weak, offering little resistance to Elva's coercion and enticement. She almost entirely obeyed his commands, only begging him to temporarily spare her virginity and spare her from the terrible weapon between his legs.

If it were just her alone, her life would be left to fate. She did this, in reality, for her sister.

After being captured, she worried about her sister's safety, fearing she would die at sea and be eaten by the monstrous fish. Therefore, she spared no expense in expending holy power to establish a powerful mental connection with Saintess Gurney. This was almost a forbidden spell; since establishing this mental connection, the two could share every sense organ, as if they were physically present.

This was the first time they had used the secret techniques recorded in the scriptures. In that perilous situation, both facing certain death, they had already resolved to live and die together. They didn't know that once such a mental connection was established, it would be impossible to separate their senses.

Moreover, this spiritual connection, growing stronger with time, made their hearts intertwined. Even separated by thousands of miles, they could feel each other's every breath and heartbeat—something previous methods of spiritual connection could never achieve.

It was precisely because she could speak to her sister in her heart every moment, feeling her comfort and tenderness, that this frail and pitiful girl was able to endure and not die from a mental breakdown.

Another factor that sustained her was her will to reunite with her sister. To have a pure body to embrace her sister intimately, she endured shame and humiliation, fulfilling any perverse demands of Elva, hoping only to preserve her virginity. If she could leave her virginity to her sister, she could find some solace when she saw her again.

With this pitiful obsession, the gladiolus girl stubbornly survived, yet constantly lived in fear of losing her virginity. Every time she was with Elva, it was like dancing on a knife's edge.

After the Rose Maiden reached land and escaped danger, she considered ruthlessly severing the spiritual connection with her sister, lest her sister sense her current tragic situation and be heartbroken again. However, she was powerless to break the spiritual connection, which resembled a forbidden spell. Moreover, Saintess Guni had resolved to share her suffering and would rather die than grant her request to try and break the spell together, for the Rose Maiden was deeply afraid that once the spiritual connection was severed, she would never see her beloved sister again.

Following her "master," Saintess Minnie slowly crawled through the flower-filled palace courtyard, silently cherishing her sister's memory, savoring the sweet warmth of their spiritual connection amidst pain and humiliation.

Their hearts had never been so close, almost merging into one, making them truly one person, more intimately connected than any deeply loving couple, understanding each other's every thought.

This sweet feeling, even tinged with humiliation, pain, and a touch of desolation, still deeply intoxicated her, deepening her love for Saint Gurney countless times over.

At this moment, she could clearly sense that Saint Gurney was far to the south, traveling in a carriage at night.

Beside Saint Gurney sat Saint Capricorn, leaning against the soft cushions of the carriage seat, her face pale, still appearing somewhat weak after recovering from her severe injuries.

Saint Capricorn gently took Saint Gurney's hand, tenderly stroking its delicate back, hoping to ease her pain. After all, the Gemini Palace always had two members; now, only one of the twin sisters remained, and anyone could guess the sorrow in Saint Gurney's heart.

Saint Gurney forced a smile, her lifeless eyes staring blankly out the carriage window, with no inclination to speak.

They were now heading towards the provincial capital of Bernadotte Province, not far from their destination, which was why they were traveling through the night, hoping to meet the two saintesses there as soon as possible to discuss their grand plan for the northern expedition.

No one could be as anxious as she was, her heart burning with a fierce fire. Her younger sister was in the hands of the demons, suffering daily humiliation and torture, causing her immense pain; and rescuing her sister from the demons before she completely lost her virginity was her greatest wish at this moment, even though she knew the hope was extremely slim, she still had to exert all her strength to seize this only chance.

The wheels rolled forward. Outside the carriage window, she could hear the voices of soldiers and pedestrians talking. This told her they were almost into the city.

Gently lifting the curtain on the carriage window, the rose-colored girl looked at the provincial capital in the night, standing in the darkness, exuding an aura of oppressive power—truly a famous fortified city in the south.

At the city gate, all pedestrians were driven away by the army, and a large number of soldiers stood on both sides of the road, bowing respectfully to the Holy Maiden in the carriage.

In peacetime, a grand welcoming ceremony would be held in the city for the two great saintesses to visit. But now, in this critical moment, there is no time for such formalities. The two saintesses can only rush into the city overnight, hoping to launch a northern expedition as soon as possible, eliminate the demons, and try to wash away the shame of the Saintess's Convent.

The carriage drove through the dark streets. Saintess Gurney quietly watched the buildings flashing by outside the window, her expression dazed, as if she had fallen into a dream. It

wasn't until the carriage stopped in front of a tall building that she came to her senses. She and Saintess Capricorn alighted from the carriage, looked at the people who had come to greet them, took a deep breath of the cold night air, and habitually gave an elegant bow in greeting.

It was King and Queen Ril II, his mother-in-law, and the two saintesses. Only the elven girl was away regrouping and training the archer army and was not here.

These few individuals were already the highest-ranking figures in the Southern Exile Government. Their orders would become the will of the entire Southern Group, mobilizing the entire group to confront the newly established Northern Kingdom Government until a sole victor emerged.

Episode 16: Demonic Outburst, Chapter 2: The Gift of Holy Water.

Elva, leading the adorable gladiolus girl, strolled through the palace until he saw a figure ahead. He then casually released a white mist, enveloping Saintess Minnie in it.

His illusionary skills were far from being able to turn a person into a dog, but creating a mist to obscure one's pet was not difficult.

Holding a platinum dog leash, Elva slowly walked forward, looking at the delicate girl in the forest, smiling and bowing gracefully to her.

In the quiet woods, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a poetic scene. Duchess Danu's face was filled with shyness and anticipation. Her heart pounded gently in her chest. Seeing Elva's figure appear, joy welled up on her face, but it also made her body stiffen, unable to move.

Duchess Danu was only sixteen years old, a beautiful noblewoman, educated in the finest aristocratic manners. Her hopes for love were beginning to sprout in her young heart, but this was the first time she had been invited to a secret date, leaving her flustered and filled with a mixture of shyness and anticipation.

Moreover, her date was the handsome and brave Prince Edward, the most outstanding young nobleman in the Kingdom of Saint Anne, the object of countless girls' secret admiration, and the object of her own adoration.

Saintess Minnie lay on all fours on the ground, her pure and beautiful face upturned. Looking at the seduced girl, her face filled with shy joy, she felt as if she were seeing her former self.

She still wore the gladiolus crown on her head, a privilege granted by her "master," like a wreath around a puppy's neck. He even had the freshest gladiolus found for her, forming a crown, and with an expression of doting affection, personally placed it on her head.

The gladiolus continued to bloom quietly; its flower language was "attention, a secret rendezvous." The beautiful saintess wearing the gladiolus crown was led by Elva to a secluded forest, to attend a secret rendezvous with the Duke of Danu.

Elva, with a gentle smile, like a true prince, gracefully fastened the platinum dog chain to a nearby tree, without trying to tighten it.

In reality, Saintess Minnie dared not break free of the chain to escape. If she did not wish to suffer even more cruel violation, she could only obey Elva's orders, quietly waiting for him, watching his secret rendezvous with this naive girl.

Watching Elva walk towards her with a smile, she sat down weakly, leaning against the tree. Her slender hands remained on the ground, like a real pet, afraid to lift them. Maintaining pet-like decorum was something Elva had sternly instructed her to do during training; disobedience would result in violation and punishment.

Thinking of the punishment, her hand involuntarily touched her swollen nipples and the deep teeth marks on her breasts through her clothes. Her delicate body trembled slightly, and fear rose on her beautiful face. Her gaze towards Elva was filled with apprehension.

The gladiolus girl, accustomed to secret rendezvous, obediently placed her hands on the ground, quietly watching Elva, just a few steps away, elegantly smiling and whispering sweet nothings to the young girl, making her face flush with a mixture of shyness and joy.

Prince Edward's powerful charm was irresistible to a young girl like the Duchess of Danu. When Elva gently pulled her into his arms, his intense masculine scent easily shattered her defenses, plunging her into the intoxication of first love. Elva

gently embraced her soft, tender body, smiling broadly. His hands encircled her slender waist, the power of desire emanating from his hands, seeping through her clothes and quickly entering her body, causing her youthful body to heat up rapidly, and her clear, beautiful eyes to become hazy.

Slowly lowering his head, gazing at her innocent and beautiful face, Elva smiled and kissed her soft lips, gently sucking the sweet nectar from her mouth. With his seasoned and masterful kissing skills, he passionately kissed this adorable girl, new to love.

A powerful surge of lust overwhelmed her, shattering the last vestige of Duchess Danu's reason in an instant. Filled with a blissful intoxication, she forgot everything, only able to moan softly. She wrapped her slender arms tightly around Elva's neck, passionately returning his kisses, offering all her love to this handsome and charming prince.

Elva's eyes gleamed with joy. Now, he could easily seduce women, no longer the pitiful virgin he had been in his past life. This tender and adorable girl was like the school beauty he had once admired in his previous life, even a hundred times more beautiful.

His hands roamed over her body, listening to her sweet, soft cries, skillfully removing her clothes, revealing the youthful, delicate body of a sixteen-year-old girl, her snow-white skin radiating an alluring glow in the moonlight.

Watching Elva also take off his clothes and spread them on the soft forest soil, pressing the girl, who was only wearing underwear, to the ground, the gladiolus girl was shocked. She stared blankly at his excessive actions, never imagining that their first wonderful secret date would turn out like this.

Far to the south, the rose girl was also somewhat dazed. Just like what she had witnessed while hiding in the artificial cave, when her sister and Saintess Censel had their secret date, they at most held hands. Unlike Elva, who went straight to the point upon meeting, stripping the girl down to her underwear and then pouncing on her small body, reaching into her panties and wantonly caressing the girl's tender private parts.

Meanwhile, Saintess Gurney sat in a luxurious dining room, enjoying a belated dinner with King Ril II and several other saints.

She hadn't stopped to eat on the way to get there as quickly as possible and was now starving. The dishes were prepared by the best chefs, exquisitely beautiful, enough to tempt anyone's appetite.

But now, Saint Gurney felt she couldn't eat. What she saw wasn't just the exquisite food, but also the couple locked in a passionate embrace, rolling and kissing in the forest clearing, their naked bodies reflecting the pale moonlight, a sight that was glaringly obvious.

She now knew that Elsa was Prince Edward, who, to escape King Lear II's pursuit, had infiltrated the convent, using illusion to impersonate a nun, creating an evil sorcerer, and, under the sorcerer's guidance, forging oracles to steal the title of Saint of Taurus, and defiled many innocent saints. And her own affair with him was part of his wicked plan.

Although she had already labeled Prince Edward an enemy, the pure and innocent love she once shared with Elsa was something the Rose Maiden could never forget. Seeing his familiar, handsome face pressed against the young girl, his strong body pressing against her, passionately kissing her, just as he had done to her before, stirred a surge of jealousy within Saint Gurney. Her long, silver-white hair, a symbol of nobility, gradually turned a bright yellow.

"Jealousy" was one of the meanings of the rose, and the Rose Maiden sighed inwardly, pretending to eat, but the image of the man and woman making love still flashed before her eyes, as if she had witnessed it herself.

At this moment, Elva had stripped Duchess Danu completely naked, wantonly caressing and enjoying her tender, youthful body. He parted her snow-white, smooth legs, pressed his penis against her untouched, delicate petals, and thrust his hips forward fiercely, the glans forcing open her tight, tender opening, his thick penis penetrating her like a hot knife through butter.

The beautiful duchess's eyes widened, a look of pain appearing on her tender face. She opened her cherry lips and let out a piercing scream!

She was only sixteen years old, and Elva's penis was far too large for her.

Virgin blood gushed out, quickly staining Elva's penis and scrotum crimson. His dark pubic hair was also soaked with the crimson blood, beads of blood staining his pubic hair.

The tight, tender virgin vagina gripped the thick penis, driving Elva to madness with pleasure. He no longer cared about tenderness, pressing down on her delicate body and thrusting into her violently.

His thick penis rammed and pounded inside her tender vagina, brutally tearing the tender flesh apart, causing blood to gush out. The innocent girl's screams became even more piercing and painful, as if she were being tortured.

The sword-orchid girl, just a few steps away, stared blankly at this scene, her body numb with shock, unable to move.

At such close range, she could clearly see the thick, hard penis forcing open the girl's tender, virginal vagina, penetrating every detail inside. The Duke of Danu's pain only intensified her fear, deepening her dread of losing her virginity. Her gaze towards Elva trembled.

A white mist enveloped her, allowing her to observe this carnal scene up close, while the Duke of Danu remained oblivious to her presence. Of course, as the caster of the illusion, Elva could clearly see her, gleefully displaying his sexual prowess, instilling in her a stronger sense of awe. The naive girl, experiencing her first sexual experience, had screamed until her voice was hoarse, but received no pity from Elva. She could only weep in anguish, enduring his violent thrusts, feeling the thick thing pounding inside her, the force of its impact seemingly palpable even in her delicate womb.

Elva excitedly fucked her, enjoying the wonderful sensation of being tightly gripped by her tender honeyed passage. His penis was deeply inserted into her body, all the way to the very bottom. He could clearly feel his long penis reaching her lower abdomen, tightly gripped within her tender jade body, almost becoming a part of her.

The aphrodisiac power surged from his penis, penetrating through the walls of her honeyed passage and entering her delicate body, causing Duchess Danu's body to tremble violently, quickly becoming hot, her eyes becoming hazy and intoxicated, and her mouth uttering excited moans.

Elva smiled, conquering her with his skilled sexual techniques, arranging her into various positions, wantonly raping and playing with this pure noble girl, making her body tremble in pleasure, her soft and lovely screams echoing throughout the forest, spreading far and wide.

This time, he didn't use a soundproof barrier. After all, the palace was full of beautiful girls, the best of the best selected from the former maids, left to continue serving him. Letting them hear this sound, even if it's just a little sex education, can be considered a gift from His Highness the Prince.

Holding the girl's soft and delicate body, Elva stood up from the ground, embraced her face to face, and raped her as they walked. He gripped her slender waist and shook her violently, his thick penis thrusting in and out of her bleeding vagina, causing copious amounts of virgin blood to flow from her body, running down her fair and smooth legs, leaving long, bright red streaks.

As a gesture of care for the gladiolus girl, he deliberately held Duchess Danu in his arms, walking around her and having sex with her. His thick penis thrust violently into her vagina, drawing out copious amounts of virgin blood, which dripped down in front of Saintess Minnie, splattering onto her pink skirt and even onto her fair calves, forming bright red blood flowers.

Saintess Minnie stared wide-eyed in shock and terror at the scene before her, her body stiffening, unable to look away.

Elva looked down at the shocked expression on her beautiful face, a slight smile playing on his lips. As they made love, he drew closer and closer, even pressing his genitals against hers, filling her nostrils with his erotic scent.

The girl's soft, white buttocks gradually approached her face, finally pressing against her nose. Blood flowed from her tender orifice, splattering onto her red lips, making them appear even more alluring. With her

smooth, soft buttocks pressed against her face, Saintess Minnie felt breathless, leaning weakly against the tree, her head pinned against the trunk, unable to escape.

The pleasure emanating from his penis excited Elva more and more; he forcefully pressed Duchess Danu's body against the tree trunk, thrusting wildly. The Duchess was already in a semi-conscious state, unable to sense anything around her. She could only groan softly under his vigorous thrusting, her pretty face flushed, clear tears streaming from her half-closed eyes, splashing onto her pure and lovely face.

The Saintess Minnie's nose was blocked by his buttocks, making it increasingly difficult to breathe, yet she was powerless to break free. Elva straddled her, tightly clamping her body, further humiliating her. She felt drops of hot liquid flowing from their joined bodies, dripping onto her lips.

Elva thrust powerfully, the intense friction of his penis against her tight passage sending waves of pleasure through him. Suddenly, his body trembled violently; he held the girl tightly in his arms, slamming her against the tree, his penis throbbing wildly as he ejaculated hot semen into her.

In her semi-conscious state, Duchess Danu felt the approach of her climax, tears streaming down her face. Her fair arms clung tightly to her beloved prince, her body convulsing as she released her most precious virginal essence onto Prince Edward's penis.

Saintess Minnie's face was already streaked with tears. A large amount of fluid flowed from their point of union, splashing onto her face and lips, leaving her beautiful face wet.

With a violent ejaculation, Elva's dizzy body leaned forward, pressing against a tree. Looking down at the pure Saintess, he commanded in a trembling voice, "Drink it!"

Overwhelmed by his intense fear, Saintess Minnie's body trembled violently. Involuntarily, she opened her cherry lips and pressed them to their point of union, licking the base of his penis where his petals met, drinking down all the fluid that flowed from within.

At this moment, the noble and elegant Saintess Gurney sat at His Majesty the King's banquet, struggling to suppress her grief and agitation. Under King Lille II's persistent urging, she calmly drank a cocktail, hoping the alcohol would numb her senses and alleviate her pain.

But halfway through her cocktail, her sister, at Elva's command, began drinking the "cocktail"—a mixture of honey, semen, and virgin blood. The Rose Maiden's heart trembled violently, and she could no longer control her tears, letting a single, crystalline tear slide from her eye and fall into her glass.

Slowly tilting her head back, Saintess Gurney raised her glass and, in a fit of grief and indignation, downed the precious cocktail laced with her tears.

Far to the north, Elva, having exhausted his reserves, collapsed onto the Gladiolus Maiden's lap, panting heavily, a dizzying smile on his face as he admired the strange sight of her face stained with various liquids.

Saintess Minnie, fighting back tears, was about to find something to wipe the liquid from her face when a soft laugh suddenly reached her ears: "Don't move! Such a good thing shouldn't be wasted!"

The little witch appeared beside her like a ghost, holding a black jade bottle in her hand, looking at her with ill intent, a wicked grin on her face, making Saintess Minnie's jade cheeks turn red, and she covered her face and wept, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into.

A saintess with semen and vaginal fluid on her face was not qualified to confront a witch. The little witch thought smugly, silently chanting a spell to collect all the liquid on her face into the jade bottle, then picked up the unconscious Duchess Danu, dressed her, and flew into the sky to take her to rest for a while, and then took her back to the Duke's mansion by carriage, so that her father would not discover his daughter's affair with Prince Edward.

Elva's lower body was still a mess, but the little witch had deliberately left it out. Elva shook his head helplessly at the little witch's perverse pleasure in humiliating the saintess. He grabbed the saintess Minnie's long, soft hair and pressed her head against his crotch.

Minnie, her eyes filled with tears of grievance, gently extended her smooth, fragrant tongue and began to softly lick Elva's genitals. Sometimes she would take his glans into her warm, moist lips, blowing and sucking on it, thoroughly cleaning him.

The dark energy on his penis traveled through her lips and tongue into her body, making her face burn with embarrassment. She could only try to muster her inner holy power to resist the depraved desires within her, lest she throw herself into Elva's arms.

At the banquet table, the rose maiden, tears welling in her eyes, slowly drank her cocktail. Despite her humiliation and resentment, the pleasure she felt in her younger sister's heart made her dizzy, as if she herself had a magnificent and powerful penis in her mouth, which she was sucking with great pleasure, the feeling of blissful satisfaction filling her mouth.

In the quiet forest, the sound of footsteps approached softly, startling the gladiolus girl, who was immersed in the wonderful sensation of sucking the penis, and she looked up in alarm.

Elva smiled, gently stroking her head, and said kindly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, there's mist here, they can't see you!"

Enjoying the pleasure of having his penis sucked by her small mouth, he could see that the gentle and kind Princess Cecilia was approaching from afar, dressed in the attire of a palace maid. Behind her followed two beautiful girls, who looked very similar. The younger one was the girl Elva had rescued from the carriage wheels.

The older girl, who looked only eighteen or nineteen, was her older sister, who, although she had a fiancé, was still unmarried.

Looking at the two beautiful girls, Elva laughed heartily. Filled with resentment at being betrayed by the army of the Kingdom of Saint Anne, he ordered some pretty girls to be summoned to the palace so he could have his way with the girls in the city to vent his frustration.

The lovely girls smiled shyly, curiously looking around the palace, following Princess Cecilia deeper into the forest. Being invited by the prince to the palace for a date filled them with a mixture of shyness and joy; even their sister, who already had a fiancé, had forgotten her own engagement. As

they entered the forest, they suddenly saw Prince Edward appear from a cloud of mist, smiling and greeting them.

This should have been a delightful surprise, but Prince Edward was completely naked, exposing his muscular body, causing them to blush immediately, cover their eyes, and gasp softly.

Elva showed no restraint towards these commoner girls. He strode forward, embraced the two sisters by their slender waists, and kissed the lips of the girl he had rescued from the runaway horse.

The two sisters struggled, gasping softly, but were overwhelmed by his intense masculine scent. Their bodies quickly heated up, and they soon lost the strength to resist. They could only lie blushing in his arms, moaning softly, their delicate hands involuntarily caressing his muscular chest, lost in deep ecstasy.

In many girls' dreams, having such a romance with a handsome prince was their greatest dream. But Princess Cecilia was not among these girls. Looking at Elva's handsome face, she couldn't help but tremble.

Seeing Elva with two women on either side, his thick, erect penis already subtly rising between the two sisters' bodies, pointing directly at her beautiful face, Princess Cecilia thought of how many times this thick penis had penetrated the deepest part of her body, how she had been driven to the brink of death by him, how she had screamed and moaned wildly, how she had even rode him and thrust wildly, losing all her girlish self-respect. Her delicate body trembled slightly, she bowed her head in greeting, and quickly retreated, not daring to look at him again.

But as she left, she couldn't help but look at the two sisters with pity, her heart filled with sorrow for their tragic fate.

What is medicine to one is poison to another. Elva, seeing her expression, understood her thoughts and scoffed at her narrow-mindedness: "You don't like sex, how do you know others don't?"

As the ruler of a nation, Elva possessed great magnanimity and didn't bother arguing with her. He secretly resolved that next time he summoned the sisters for his pleasure, he would make them faint countless times, unable to get out of bed for days, as punishment for their disrespect!

To give the gladiolus girl a shock-like sex education, ensuring she memorized various sexual techniques, Elva, carrying the two beautiful girls, strode to the Saintess Minnie's side. Within arm's reach, he set the sisters down, letting them lie on his clothes, and impatiently began to undress them.

The two beautiful sisters opened their hazy eyes, looking at Elva with seductive allure. Although they knew what he was doing, they were unwilling to resist.

To spend a passionate night with such a handsome prince was every girl's dream. Even if he couldn't marry them in the future, this one night would be enough for them to cherish for a lifetime.

Filled with adoration for the prince, the two girls moved their bodies, cooperating with Elva's movements, and quickly removed their clothes, revealing their exquisitely beautiful bodies. Elva's eyes lit up, and his hands involuntarily rose to grasp their breasts, kneading them forcefully.

The girl he had rescued was only sixteen or seventeen, her breasts soft and lovely; her older sister's breasts were fuller, both feeling quite nice to the touch. Elva became excited, grabbing one of the girls' hair and pressing it to his crotch, instructing her to give him oral sex.

The eighteen-year-old girl's face was full of shyness, softly murmuring, half-pushing, half-resisting as she took his penis into her mouth, awkwardly licking it.

Although her oral sex skills were poor, Elva still gained great satisfaction from her shy face, then grabbed her younger sister's hair and pressed it to his lower body.

Watching the two sisters take turns sucking and licking Elva's penis, Saintess Minnie pressed her back against the tree trunk, trying to back away, her face filled with shock and shame, yet her gaze couldn't leave the lewd scene.

Elva's hand rose, slipped through the white mist, and gently stroked her soft hair, saying softly, "Actually, I really enjoy playing with my sisters... If one day I could deflower you two together, that would be even more perfect!"

At the banquet, the Rose Maiden's slender hand trembled, almost spilling the wine from her cup.

Anger made her face flush red, but this led King Ril II to believe she was simply unable to hold her liquor, and he even earnestly urged her to eat more to replenish the energy lost during her journey.

Saintess Gurney's hands trembled as she tried to remain calm, but her heart was like a raging storm, unable to find peace.

At this moment, she could clearly see through her sister's eyes that Elva had pinned the two sisters to the ground and was now on top of the beautiful older sister's body.

The penis pressed against the entrance of her wet, sweet vagina, and the mature girl moaned softly, her heart trembling violently.

Her fiancé had never touched this place, yet today, she was stripped naked by a man she had just met, lying on the ground, her clothes on, being touched by his genitals, and on the verge of losing her virginity…

The thick, hard penis thrust forcefully inside, forcing open the tender flesh of her delicate opening, reaching all the way to her hymen. Elva took a deep breath, his hips slamming down, and amidst the girl's ecstatic screams, his penis pierced her hymen, penetrating deep into her honeyed depths.

In front of the sword-orchid girl, Elva's hips rose and fell wildly, fucking her hard. How could the girl resist the aphrodisiac power of the magic electric dragon spear? She quickly became burning with lust, moaning softly, her slender arms tightly wrapped around Elva's neck, her lower body thrusting upwards to meet his rhythm, instinctively and joyfully engaging in sexual intercourse with Elva, quickly experiencing immense pleasure in their first time of deflowering.

Her younger sister knelt to one side, watching her sister's lewd behavior, her face flushed with shame, her breasts heaving, her

breath coming in gasps. While Alva was having sex with the beauty beneath him, he reached down to the girl's lower body, grasping her private parts, pinching her clitoris, and gently twisting it. The aphrodisiac power traveled through his fingers, causing the girl to tremble rapidly, her head thrown back, moaning and screaming, lost in the intoxicating pleasure of sex.

Alva easily controlled her desires. At his command, the girl, naked and curvaceous, crawled down, lying on her knees at their point of union, sucking and licking, absorbing the nectar and virgin blood flowing from her own sister.

The two saintesses of the Gemini Palace were stunned, their chests heaving, unable to believe what they were seeing.

Saintess Minnie, hiding alone in the mist, was somewhat better off, only feeling ashamed and embarrassed. But the Rose Maiden had to try to appear nonchalant in front of King Ril II and her sisters, a truly unbearable ordeal.

Rose Girl didn't even know how she finished the meal. The image of Elva making love to the two girls kept flashing before her eyes, making her blush and appear as if she were drunk.

Elva's superb sexual skills astonished her. He held the two sisters, trying countless positions and making love to them in various ways, even making the two sisters, caught in the fire of passion, lick each other naked. This made her body stiffen, unable to imagine the desires in her heart.

But Elva insisted on leaning closer, thrusting his penis into the anus of the girl he had rescued while he was already having sex with the two delirious sisters. He whispered in the gladiolus girl's ear, "Want to do this with your sister? It's simple, just like what I did with you before. It'll make you both very happy!"

Hearing this, the twin sisters were filled with shame and indignation, but a fleeting, sensual thought arose from the depths of their hearts with Elva's words, making their hearts pound even harder, as if they were about to leap from their mouths.

Imagining her past encounters with Prince Edward, who was posing as a saint, and then thinking of her own sister whom she had once kissed passionately, the rose girl's beautiful face immediately turned as red as a boiled lobster, steam rising from her head, her hair turning the color of red roses, looking as if it were about to burst into flames.

The Queen, who, like her, had shared a similar sexual relationship with Elva, looked at her curiously and asked in a sweet voice, "Saintess Gurney, are you hot?"

After being called a few times, Saintess Gurney finally came to her senses and hurriedly replied that she was like this after drinking alcohol and asked the Queen not to worry.

The doctrine of the Goddess of Life did not forbid drinking alcohol, but the saintesses rarely drank, only drinking a little as a courtesy at banquets. Today, Saintess Gurney was absent-minded and drank a lot more than usual, and her complexion was not quite right. Others assumed she was worried about her sister falling into the enemy's hands and didn't suspect much. Only Saintess Capricorn could guess the general situation and couldn't help but turn her head away, secretly shedding tears of sorrow.

In the quiet woods, the revelry had ended. Elva ejaculated into the flower paths of the two sisters, and seeing that they had both fainted from the pleasure, he sighed with concern, stood up, turned to the gladiolus girl, and thrust his hips toward her pure and beautiful face, gesturing for her to lick him.

With tears streaming down her face, Saintess Minnie humiliatingly sucked on his penis, meticulously licking and swallowing every strange fluid from his genitals. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought about how many specially concocted cocktails she had consumed that day.

After cleansing his mind, Elva gestured for her to take his penis into her mouth. He stood before her, his genitals pressed against her beautiful face, silently lost in thought.

Having just vented the anger ignited by his subordinates' rebellion, he could now calmly consider how to deal with the current situation.

Among the nobles in the provinces near the capital, some had expressed their willingness to submit, while others remained outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, unwilling to relinquish actual power. Even more nobles openly sided with King Ril II, raising the banner of rebellion and declaring their support for His Majesty Ril and a determination to fight the rebellious Prince Edward to the death.

It was because of these individuals that the various armies lacked trust and loyalty towards him; the rebellion of the five thousand cavalrymen was likely closely related to this.

A cold smile crept across Elva's face. These nobles dared to treat him this way because they hadn't seen his capabilities. They still thought he was that good-for-nothing prince, a lazy bum who was constantly on the run from the Riel family. The only way now was to use swift and decisive action to capture these bastards, make an example of them, and instill fear in the entire noble family, so they would never dare to oppose him again!

As he pondered this, his penis, though inside the Saintess's warm, moist mouth, didn't harden. This was because he had ejaculated too many times in the previous short period, having taken advantage of all three virgins multiple times. Without deliberately activating the power of the Magic Dragon Spear, he wouldn't be able to get an erection.

Suddenly, he felt his bladder swell. This was because he had drunk water after dinner and then gone for a walk, and hadn't had a chance to urinate for so long. With his penis now inside the beautiful saintess's mouth, he was too embarrassed to say, "Spit it out, I need to pee!"

Looking down at the beautiful face of the gladiolus girl, filled with humiliation and shame, he suddenly had a thought. He quietly relaxed his lower body, patiently waiting for the flood to burst forth…

In the far south, in the prosperous Bernardoli, the banquet hosted by King Ril II had ended. Maids served tea to the royal family and the various saintesses.

This tea was brewed with the finest tea leaves transported from afar, and was extremely valuable. Saint Gurney reluctantly accepted it, held it to her face, and drank it down in one gulp…

Without warning, a warm liquid flowed into her mouth, filling her moist palate. The gladiolus girl was lost in thought, thinking about the taste of the fine tea leaves. The liquid in her mouth, which she subconsciously mistook for the sensation of her sister's tea on her tongue, involuntarily drank it down.

The aftereffects of the mind-to-mind connection finally surfaced; the two, though connected by different minds, had their senses intertwined and indistinguishable. Just as the gladiolus girl finally sensed something amiss, Elva's penis had already ejaculated a torrent of warm fluid, splashing onto her tender tongue and palate, flowing down her esophagus into the holy virgin's stomach.

Raising her head, looking at Elva with disbelief and indignation, the Saintess Minnie was filled with utter despair and humiliation. Her beautiful face burned like fire as she desperately tried to escape, but Elva grabbed her chin and forcefully pushed her upwards, pressing her head against his genitals with his other hand, forcing her to swallow the warm liquid that filled her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

The rose-colored maiden sat in the magnificent hall, her beautiful eyes already filled with tears. She sipped the tea in her mouth, feeling how bitter it was and how difficult it was to swallow. Yet she could only try her best to swallow it, futilely hoping that it would dilute the taste of urine.

Elva stood naked in the quiet forest. At his feet were two beautiful naked women, fast asleep. Before him lay a pure and beautiful saintess, tears streaming down her face, sucking on his penis and swallowing her urine in anguish. Elva, eyes closed, released the urine that had been accumulating for so long with great pleasure. The feeling was indescribable, almost making him feel like he was flying to heaven.

To be honest, Elva could say that he had drunk a lot of water at dinner, diluting the fluid on his bladder, so his urine was clear and odorless. Because of this, he could release his pent-up urine into the beautiful saintess's mouth without any shame, in such a large quantity that it almost made her faint.

After a long time, Elva finally finished urinating, and his penis, hardened by her diligent sucking, pressed against her smooth, fragrant tongue.

Tears streamed down Saintess Minnie's face, soaking her clothes. She could only sob silently, continuing to suck on Elva's penis, licking away every drop of urine, swallowing it along with her saliva, not letting a drop spill.

After drinking Elva's urine, the poor saintess was utterly desperate, contemplating suicide. If it weren't for the fear of her sister's lonely and tragic fate, she would have already tried to kill herself.

Elva smiled, stroking her hair, and said approvingly, "Well done! That's enough for today. Congratulations, you've preserved your chastity for another day!"

The sword-orchid girl silently swallowed the last mouthful of urine. Under such extreme humiliation, her heart was numb, and she could no longer hear what he was saying.

Like her, the rose girl, filled with grief and indignation, collapsed onto the coffee table, feigning drunkenness, but her tears of grief and indignation soaked the sleeves of her saintess robe.

At dawn, the army marched out of the city, heading northwest in a grand procession.

Leading the army was His Highness Prince Edward, along with his most trusted commander, Catherine. Accompanying them was Saintess Centelle, who would assist him in his campaign against the Earl of Rennes in a nearby province.

Countless citizens lined the streets, cheering and watching Prince Edward lead his army out to quell the rebellion that defied the royal command.

Elward, clad in armor, led the army with imposing presence, a faint smile on his face. His powerful masculine charm radiated, causing the surrounding young women to gasp in admiration, completely captivated by the handsome prince, almost to the point of madness.

Beside the street, a luxurious carriage stood, in which sat a pure and beautiful duchess, tears welling in her eyes, waving her handkerchief as she bid farewell to her beloved.

It wasn't that she didn't want to stand up and see him off, but the night before, his massive penis had torn her flower path, and the tender walls of her flesh had been chafed raw by the violent piston-like movements. She was still in excruciating pain and couldn't stand, let alone walk to see him off.

Not far away, on the other side of the street, two equally disabled young women supported each other, watching their beloved lead his army away. Their eyes filled with tears, which finally spilled over, and they embraced, weeping as they watched Prince Edward's army depart.

They had now become maids in the palace, arranged by Elva, primarily to satisfy the prince's physical needs when summoned. This was a very important job, making a significant contribution to the stability and unity of the nation.

The beautiful woman's fiancé, on the other hand, had been conscripted to guard the south, having departed overnight to meet the nation's needs. He hadn't even had time to say goodbye to his fiancée and was now in an infantry battalion heading south, silently reminiscing about the lovely young woman.

These two beautiful young women, though they had found their most prized lovers, were now left to fend for themselves as he led his army into battle, embracing each other in the farewell procession, silently awaiting his return.

Beneath his steel helmet, the imposing Elva's face was solemn, his fierce fighting spirit radiating from his body, earning the secret admiration of his subordinates.

In the last battle, Prince Edward had publicly slain the rebel leader, making him famous throughout the land. Many whispered rumors that this future king was highly skilled, supposedly a personal disciple of Saint Elsa, possessing exceptional swordsmanship and a high status, favored by the Goddess of Life.

Yet, even so, there were still rebels who refused to obey his orders, greatly displeasing Elva. He had resolved to make an example of them, to teach those nobles who dared to defy him and rebel a lesson, so they would never again harbor disloyal thoughts!

This time, his chosen target was Earl Renn, a hundred miles from the royal city. Relying on his large private army, Earl Renn openly supported King Riel II and, following news from the south, spread rumors that Prince Edward and Elsa were spies sent by the demons. He dispatched many tenant farmers and his men to spread these messages, hoping that people would not believe the demon god's lies, unite to face the crisis together, and fight against the evil demons until the Goddess of Life truly returned to the world.

Elva found this situation intolerable. Since Earl Renn was so willing to die for the Riel family, then so be it!

Especially since he had a beautiful wife, once one of the kingdom's most famous beauties. Thinking of this, Elva sneered. It was said that the beauty had now given birth to a daughter, presumably as beautiful as her mother; she couldn't let her go so easily!

With a burning rage in his heart, Elva gently spurred his horse, and it galloped forward.

Behind him, countless valiant warriors galloped forward, following their increasingly revered prince, their hearts filled with fervent fighting spirit. For the great goddess of life, for the holy Saintess Elsa, and for the valiant Prince Edward, they could face any enemy, utterly defeat them, achieve great feats, secure a glorious future, and bring honor to their families, making them proud of them!

At the same time, in an open field in the southern province of Bernardo, the last remaining saintess of the Gemini Palace stood before the army, delivering a passionate and impassioned speech.

After negotiating with the Lil family, she had successfully obtained command of an army. She would do everything in her power to train her men into valiant warriors, march north, and rescue her poor sister from the evil sorcerers, so that she would no longer have to survive by consuming Elsa's remains!

"They will never understand the true power of the Gemini Saintess," Saintess Gurney thought silently, clenching her teeth, feeling the flames of anger burning fiercely within her.

The soldiers before her looked at her with devout, fervent eyes, filled with reverence for this saintly princess. Such devotion would make them fearless, a steel army daring to face any danger!

But that alone was not enough. Saintess Gurney had already selected a brave, devout, and militarily talented general from the army to serve as her deputy, training this force for her. With his help, Saintess Gurney believed she could train an iron army in the shortest time, its combat power no less than any other force!

No, this force's combat power would only surpass theirs. Saintess Gurney was diligently researching and producing magical amulets as quickly as possible. Once these devout warriors wore such amulets, they would gradually achieve a spiritual connection, unleashing immense power in battle, terrifying all enemies!

Although this kind of spiritual connection is far less sophisticated than the spiritual connection between himself and his sister, as long as they can understand each other's thoughts and cooperate tacitly, they can easily defeat the same number of enemy troops, or even completely annihilate more enemy troops!

Standing at the forefront of this orderly army, the beautiful and strong Saintess Guni raised her head, gazing towards the north, silently chanting in her heart, "Minnie, wait for me! I will definitely defeat that evil Elsa and rescue you from his clutches!"

Episode 16: Demonic Unleashed, Chapter 3: The God of Slaughter Appears.

The army marched westward, advancing along the desolate road, banners waving, dust billowing, obscuring the sun.

In the center of this army stood a huge carriage, ornately decorated and remarkably sturdy—the very carriage that Saintess Elsa had once ridden in, the one that had transported her from the neighboring northern kingdom back to the Kingdom of Saint Anne.

Now, this carriage had been lent by Saintess Elsa to Saintess Censel, becoming her means of transportation, allowing her to comfortably travel westward with the army.

For Elva, this was merely a simple transfer from one hand to the other; the right to use the carriage remained with him, only the female slaves on board had been replaced by one or two new ones.

The first female slave was naturally Saintess Censer. She was currently taking a break in the carriage, riding on Elva's back, vigorously twisting her sexy body and enjoying the ecstatic pleasure of their lovemaking.

Elva lay on the thick blankets inside the carriage, letting her serve him in a cowgirl position. After a while, he changed positions, making her kneel on the blankets, and launched a fierce attack on her soft, beautiful body from behind, displaying his virility until she screamed and moaned, collapsing unconscious on the exquisite blankets in the throes of orgasm. Having already rendered

one saintess unconscious, Elva was not yet satisfied. He climbed off Saintess Censer, turned around, opened a large chest, and released another saintess from within.

Saintess Aquarius now looked somewhat miserable and disheveled, her entire body tightly bound with ribbons in a strange, elaborate pattern, causing her lustrous breasts to protrude outwards, her rosy nipples like cherries, extremely alluring.

A pair of men's underwear, the very style Prince Edward wore, was stuffed into her mouth. Elva, smiling, picked her up and pulled the underwear out of her mouth. Before he could speak, the Aquarius Saintess gagged twice and cried out impatiently, "Bad Elsa, you bad thing..."

Elva didn't like her saying that, so he thrust his hips forward, precisely inserting his penis into her cherry-like mouth, forcefully fucking her mouth until the beautiful saintess's eyes rolled back. After

enjoying a moment of pleasurable pleasure in her wet, tight mouth, Elva carried her to the carpet, spread her snow-white, soft thighs, and thrust his penis hard into her tender vagina, pumping in and out, savoring the wonderful taste of the saintess's perfect body.

The Aquarius Saintess screamed and cried out as she was violated, but her voice only echoed within the carriage, unable to penetrate the soundproof barrier and reach the outside.

After a long struggle, the ribbons binding her body loosened under her writhing and twisting. With a gentle tug from Elva, they fell off. Freed from her restraints, the Aquarius Saintess was overcome with excitement, clinging tightly to Elva and desperately thrusting her snowy buttocks upwards, hoping his penis would penetrate deeper.

Looking at the Aquarius Saintess, drenched in sweat and writhing beneath him, Elva couldn't help but smile. He pinched her delicate nose and thrust his lower body deep into her tight, sweet passage, teasingly saying, "You're so lewd, getting raped and still enjoying it so much..." The Aquarius Saintess blushed

, but still defiantly cried out, "You bad thing, I will never be defeated by you, I will never climax..."

"You're just bragging again. How many times have you climaxed these past few days..." Elva said disdainfully, then had the Saintess Censer, who had been awakened by their lewd noises, take a ledger and point to the entries, saying: “Look, it says here that I made you climax on which day and at which hour. It also says that after I made you fall over, you cried out that it wasn’t enough and asked for more…”

The Aquarius Saintess’s face flushed red, but she still argued defiantly, “You cheated! Every time you…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence, but Elva continued, “Every time I made you feel so good that you couldn’t take it and asked me to do it more times to make you feel even better, right? Hmph, since you’re being hypocritical, I’ll have to punish you properly!”

As he spoke, he rolled over and lay on the carpet, letting the Aquarius Saintess’s delicate body press against him. He raised his hand and, with a “smack,” struck her snowy buttocks hard.

The Aquarius Saintess was stunned by the blow. Elva thrust his hips upwards, his thick, hard penis slamming against her delicate vulva. She screamed, her face contorted in pain, "It hurts!"

Elva, however, became excited, slapping her smooth, jade-like buttocks hard, savoring the pleasure of his hand against her snowy flesh. Amidst the loud slapping sound, he saw a blush rise on the Aquarius Saintess's cheeks, and an excited glint in her eyes. He

could also vaguely feel his penis; as his hand struck, the Aquarius Saintess's tender orifice suddenly tightened, gripping the base of his penis with a pleasurable sensation.

Elva's mind raced, and he slapped again, striking the Saintess's sacred, jade-like buttocks. Sure enough, he felt her tender orifice suddenly tighten around the base of his penis, and her moist, honeyed passage suddenly narrowed, trembling and spasming slightly, tightly holding his penis, giving it even stronger stimulation.

The stimulation from the tight, narrow passage made Elva feel so good he almost urinated. In his excitement, he slapped her buttocks repeatedly, thrusting his penis deep into her honeyed depths.

The Aquarius Saintess screamed loudly, her clear voice filled with excitement. As Elva's slaps increased, her excitement grew, feeling a strange pleasure surging from her buttocks and passage, making her unable to hold back. She screamed excitedly, writhing her body against Elva, panting as she joined him, desperately craving even greater pleasure.

Soon, she automatically straddled Elva, thrusting her slender waist, panting as she made love to him. As Elva thrust his hips to meet hers, his penis penetrating deeply with each stroke, violently rubbing against the spasming walls of her flower path, he simultaneously lashed out with his hands, reaching around to strike her snow-white buttocks that pressed against his hips, leaving a trail of bright red finger marks scattered across her fair skin.

Under this onslaught, the Aquarius Saintess experienced even greater pleasure, screaming and moaning with excitement, her face flushed with ecstasy as she arched her perfect body, her honeyed passage swallowing and releasing Elva's large penis, her breasts heaving and swaying. Elva's eyes burned with desire; suddenly, he grabbed her slender waist, pulled her onto himself, lowered his head forcefully, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard on her snow-white breast!

Her delicate, smooth breasts were bitten hard by teeth, sinking deep into them. The pain made the Aquarius Saintess's hair almost stand on end. She screamed, her white, lotus-like arms tightly hugging Elva's head, her eyes shining with excitement. Her body trembled violently as she reached a climax.

Her long, beautiful legs clamped tightly around Elva's waist, her buttocks sinking down forcefully, completely engulfing his penis. She felt the glans pressing against her cervix, ejaculating hot semen, which excited her to the extreme. Her vaginal canal began to tremble and spasm violently, tightly gripping and squeezing the hard penis, desperately sucking it, as if trying to draw out every drop of semen.

Elva's face was pressed against her breasts, almost suffocating between her soft peaks, but the ecstatic pleasure of her orgasm made her forget the pain of suffocation. Dizzy, she desperately clung to her slender waist, her hands gripping her waist and buttocks, pinching and twisting them as if trying to tear the tender flesh from between her fingers.

Amidst the excruciating pain, the Aquarius Saintess felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure, almost consuming her completely. Her beautiful, pure face displayed intense pain and pleasure; her cherry lips parted wide, but she could no longer utter a sound, only tears of ecstasy streamed down her face. She collapsed onto Elva's body, trembling violently.

Elva held the beautiful saintess tightly, ejaculating inside her again and again, almost unable to stop. In his dizziness, he felt as if he had ascended to heaven, until every last drop of semen was drained from his penis by her spasming, honeyed passage. He then gasped for breath, letting out a weeping moan, almost dying of excitement from the innocent saintess's ministrations.

After the exhilarating climax, the two embraced, groaning and panting. Elva rested for a long time before he could lift his head, looking at the Aquarius saintess's beautiful face, flushed and beaming with satisfaction. He sighed softly, "So you like being spanked...it must feel really good, right?"

"Mmm...that feeling is so strange..." the Aquarius saintess murmured unconsciously, her face filled with a blissful, dazed expression. After the intense pleasure, she had almost forgotten how to resist.

Elva blinked, gazing thoughtfully at her, pondering how to exploit her slight masochistic tendencies to transform her into a wanton succubus, forever immersed in lust, unable to escape the shackles of desire.

His hand gently caressed her soft breasts and delicate nipples, Elva inwardly praising her. Appearances can be deceiving; this seemingly innocent and pure girl possessed a mild masochistic streak—he had to make good use of her.

Although she wouldn't immediately fall in love with him after this ordeal, the spanking technique was still very effective in bringing her to this state.

Moreover, this was the most pleasurable time he'd ever had with her. Since that's the case, let her enjoy herself one more time...

Thinking this, Elva immediately sat up, arranging her beautiful, delicate body like a bitch, making her kneel on the thick blanket. His erect penis, once again throbbing, thrust forward, pressing against her pink anus.

The intense pain from both inside and outside her buttocks made the Aquarius Saintess widen her beautiful eyes and scream. Under this intense stimulation, she was completely awake. Turning her head back, looking at Elva who was anally raping her, she cried out excitedly and angrily, "Bad Elsa, you've done this dirty thing again... Ah!"

Another hard slap came down. Elva excitedly slapped her buttocks with his right hand, while his left hand reached under her white belly, his fingers lewdly gripping her secret petals. He thrust his hips forward forcefully, deeply penetrating the Saintess's anus, feeling the tightness of her anus, almost squeezing out his semen on the spot.

Her delicate anus was torn apart once again by the thick penis, and traces of blood flowed from the small wound. The Aquarius Saintess cried out loudly, yet a wave of excitement washed over her, engulfing her in its torrent.

Days of cruel and abusive training had awakened her hidden masochistic tendencies. The strange stimulation of beatings and anal penetration sent waves of pleasure surging through her, irresistible. She could only scream and groan, enduring the brutal humiliation with agony. Her raised buttocks, however, shamelessly thrust backward, instinctively yearning for the penis to penetrate deeper, to tear the wound in her anus wider, so that she could experience even more intense pleasure amidst the pain. Her

gracefully curved waist writhed and trembled before Elva, and her round, beautiful buttocks were covered in bright red finger marks, a striking and strangely beautiful sight. The Saintess's delicate screams mingled with excited gasps, filling the carriage on the marching route with an exciting, sensual atmosphere, immersing the handsome man and woman inside in a frenzy of desire.

A tall, sturdy castle stood before Elwar, forcing him to look up, a somber expression creeping onto his handsome face.

He now appeared as Prince Edward, leading a large army to attack Earl Renn's territory as punishment for his open support of King Lear II and his opposition to him.

Earl Renn's power was considerable among the nobles. Through the efforts of his ancestors, his territory had prospered, and his castle, constructed of solid rock, was extremely fortified, allowing him to face any attack with arrogance against Prince Edward's invading army.

Upon hearing of the army's approach, Earl Renn urgently summoned three thousand private soldiers to guard the castle. With such a rigorously trained private army and superior equipment, Earl Renn was confident he could hold the castle until the enemy, unable to break through, was forced to retreat.

His ambitions extended beyond this; Earl Renn hoped to inflict heavy casualties on Prince Edward's army through the siege, causing his men to lose faith in him. This would allow him to decisively defeat Prince Edward's army and reclaim the city when Prince Lear II launched his northern expedition. Earl Renn, as the hero of this campaign, would then receive a rich reward.

The entire castle had been fortified, at least in Earl Renn's eyes. The wide moat, under his orders, had been doubled in size, with water from a nearby river flowing into its channels. This wide moat would allow him to unleash a barrage of arrows to cripple the enemy as they crossed, weakening their forces and making a future victory much easier.

The castle's grain reserves, accumulated over generations, could feed over three thousand people for seven or eight years—a truly abundant stockpile. With such resources, Earl Renn stood atop the castle, arrogantly looking down at Prince Edward below, pointing and loudly denouncing him for his allegiance to the demons and his collusion with the fallen saintess.

Although these were conclusions drawn by the five southern saintesses through speculation, they weren't far from the truth, and Elva wasn't angered by them. However, his loyalist soldiers were enraged, pointing at the city walls and shouting insults, vehemently denouncing Earl Renn's wickedness in colluding with the southern saintess and even insulting his ancestors. This enraged the loyal private soldiers on the walls, who also pointed and cursed the enemy below.

This war of words between those on and below the walls continued for a while until Elva raised his hand to silence his men, and the shouting gradually subsided.

Saintess Censer of the Cancer Palace stepped forward, standing before the army, waving her arms and chanting incantations.

Upon seeing Saintess Censer's appearance, Earl Renn felt a chill run down his spine, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Although he was a follower of the God of War, he lived in the Kingdom of Saint Anne, a kingdom that worshipped the Goddess of Life, and held a deep reverence for the Saintess's Convent. Seeing Saintess Censer accompanying the army to attack his castle, even though he believed she had fallen, an ominous premonition still welled up within him, making his breathing rapid.

The stunningly beautiful Saintess, her face stern, parted her cherry lips slightly, murmuring powerful incantations, causing magical power to surge from her body and disperse outwards.

In the sky, dark clouds gradually gathered, shrouding the castle. The private soldiers in the castle looked up in panic, suddenly realizing that they were facing the powerful Saintess; regardless of whether she had truly fallen, her power was still beyond the resistance of mortals.

The loyalist soldiers below the city walls stared wide-eyed, holding their breath as they gazed at the dark clouds overhead. The flickering lightning within them hinted at powerful magic, filling them with awe and reverence for the Holy Maiden.

The clouds thickened, eventually covering the entire sky. Snowflakes began to fall from the vast expanse, drifting towards the castle.

This was the prelude to a large-scale spell. The private soldiers, swords and spears in hand, huddled together, their faces pale, some even groaning in fear.

Below the castle, the loyalist army advanced in columns, carrying heavy siege weapons. The castle's defenders, though also on defensive stances, ready to counterattack, were largely captivated by the strange phenomenon in the sky, their movements stiff and rigid.

Suddenly, a cracking sound rang out in the sky. A pale light flashed within the clouds, and countless ice spikes appeared, piercing the clouds and shooting towards the castle.

The private soldiers murmured in fear, watching helplessly as the ice spikes rained down. They clearly saw the snow-white spikes shooting straight down, their sharp tips gleaming with the cold, cruel light of ice and snow.

Although they saw them, few had time to dodge the speed at which the ice spikes hurtled down from the sky. In the blink of an eye, a large number of ice spikes had struck the castle, piercing directly into the ranks of the private soldiers.

The extremely sharp tips of the ice spikes, with a piercing whistling sound, rapidly pierced through armor and into human bodies. Muscles were quickly torn apart by the sharp ice spikes, bones were pierced, and marrow and blood gushed out together. The unfortunate private soldier fell backward, his exposed throat pierced by the falling ice spikes, blood spurting out. He died on the castle wall amidst a agonizing scream, riddled with ice spikes.

The ice spikes were so sharp that they could penetrate even thick armor. Enveloped in a blizzard of ice spikes, the private soldiers could only raise their shields, desperately trying to deflect the ice spikes raining down from above. Watching each spike pierce their shields, feeling the violent vibrations as they struck, filled them with terror.

Above the castle, a deluge of falling ice spikes filled the air. Countless white spikes rained down, engulfing the defenders like a blizzard, forcing them to either desperately defend themselves or flee with their shields raised, hoping to find shelter within the castle's sturdy buildings .

Snowflakes drifted down onto the moat, seemingly carrying an intense chill that quickly froze the water.

A thick layer of ice accumulated on the moat. Although it wasn't very wide, freezing only a small section, it was enough for the army to cross and attack the castle.

Under Saintess Censel's precise magical control, the falling ice spikes only affected the area inside the walls, leaving the royal troops outside unaffected. Taking advantage of the enemy's disarray caused by the icicles, large numbers of loyalist soldiers surged towards the city walls. Siege weapons were also pushed across the frozen moat and onto the castle's solid stone walls.

Although the ice wasn't very thick in some places, causing some soldiers to break through and fall into the river, others struggled to pull them up, dragging their waterlogged comrades forward, charging towards the enemy castle.

Those transporting the siege weapons were extremely cautious; many stood on the river, painstakingly building pontoon bridges with wide, heavy planks to allow the heavy siege weapons to cross the moat and prevent them from falling under the ice.

The defenders on the walls launched a fierce counterattack. Large logs and stones were pushed down, crushing the loyalist soldiers and causing heavy casualties. Blood mingled with the snow, spurting and flowing, staining the ground beneath the formidable castle with the blood of these heroes.

In the sky, ice spikes continued to rain down, killing countless private soldiers defending the city. Yet the valiant defenders, shielding themselves from the falling spikes, fought fiercely against the enemy troops scaling the walls, halting their advance.

Like a surging tide, the loyalist army climbed ladders and charged towards the walls, engaging the defenders in a desperate battle, wielding swords and spears to slash and stab them. Under the equally frenzied and resolute counterattack, they were blasted off the walls, crashing heavily onto the blood-stained earth.

The battle on and off the walls was fierce and tragic—countless warriors fought each other, perishing together with their opponents, their bodies piling up like small mountains on the ground and walls.

In front of the castle, Saintess Censer's face paled; her magic was dwindling, forcing her to narrow her attack range, directing a large number of ice spikes towards the area above the castle gate, felling many of the defenders on the walls.

A rumbling sound echoed before the city gates as a large number of loyalist soldiers struggled to push a massive, long, flat wagon. On its dozen or so wheels rested an enormous log, far thicker and longer than the magic-powered dragon spear beneath Elwar's steed.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers on the city walls paled. Such a massive siege ram, if pushed to the front of the castle and used to strike the gates, would pose a significant threat.

The soldiers guarding the city gates frantically drew their bows and fired arrows, hoping to kill the soldiers pushing the wagon across the river and halt their advance.

At that moment, a thick white mist suddenly appeared before them, obscuring their vision and causing their arrows to miss their mark, veer off course and mostly missing their target, unable to stop the siege ram's advance.

Prince Edward, mounted at the front of the army and clad in heavy armor, was also pale. The first large-scale application of his newly learned illusion magic had depleted his magical energy, leaving him slightly unaccustomed to it.

But all of this could be overcome. Elva gritted her teeth and silently cast an illusion, shrouding the area above the city walls in white mist. This obscured the view of the defenders below, forcing them to fire arrows haphazardly and push aside the massive logs

and boulders piled at their feet, smashing them into the unseen enemy. The royalist soldiers below the castle also couldn't see the enemy's appearance, yet they still struggled to climb the ladders, piercing the mist to fight desperately against the enemy on the walls. Their clashes in the extremely low visibility fog were deafening, their bloodcurdling screams echoing through the air.

Large sections of the river in front of the castle were frozen, especially the ice thickest in front of the city gate. The heavy planks laid across the ice were enough to support the weight of the siege engines, allowing them to be pushed across.

The horses pulling the wagons were struck by a hail of arrows, and several horses collapsed, neighing in agony. The soldiers nearby quickly pulled them aside to prevent them from blocking the wagons' path.

Among the large number of warriors pushing the battering ram, some fell, struck by a hail of arrows. Yet, countless more surged forward, taking the place of their fallen comrades, pushing the rams with all their might, traversing the thick ice, crossing the wide moat, and charging towards the massive city gate.

Above the gate, a thick fog completely enveloped the area, and countless icicles rained down from the sky, their sharp points piercing the private soldiers on the walls, pinning them to the ramparts, their crimson blood flowing down the white icicles, staining everything a deep crimson.

The battering ram reached the gate, and the warriors roared, pushing the massive logs with all their might. The logs, suspended by thick iron chains from more than ten tall iron frames, swayed violently, slamming forward with each powerful thud.

The drawbridge, hoisted high by chains, cracked under the impact of massive logs with steel-tipped edges. After only a dozen or so strikes, it shattered completely, sending debris crashing down in all directions.

The heavy impact echoed across the city walls, startling the defenders atop them. They roared and shoved countless logs and stones down the walls, hurling them at the enemy pounding the gates below.

At that moment, the falling ice spikes intensified, raining down on the city walls like a storm. The private soldiers, shrouded in mist, suffered heavy casualties, collapsing to the ground in agony, unable to mount any effective counterattack.

Earl Renn, his face pale, shouted orders, rallying his men to charge forward and halt the enemy's relentless assault.

Large numbers of private soldiers, shields raised high, desperately rushed to the top of the walls, only to be struck by the barrage of ice spikes, falling instantly. The remaining men rushed to the city walls, desperately pushing down the accumulated logs and stones, futilely halting the enemy's advance.

In the thick fog, while not pitch black, visibility was extremely poor; managing this amidst the swirling icicles was already remarkable.

Just then, the torrential rain of icicles suddenly ceased, startling the defenders. Standing in the fog, still holding their massive shields high, they anxiously awaited the resounding crash of the icy rain against their shields. Before

the city gates, Saintess Censer had already moved gracefully and resolutely to the moat, muttering incantations, preparing to cast a spell.

Beside her, Elva, clad in exquisite armor, rode closely on his warhorse, a two-handed greatsword in hand, cautiously guarding her. Even though the enemy troops on the city walls were blinded by the mist, they could not let their guard down, lest such a beautiful sex slave be harmed—that would be a great pity.

Saintess Censer's jade-like face gradually paled, but her eyes grew brighter. Her sexy, slender body stood upright at the front of the army formation. Suddenly, her delicate hand pointed forward, and a beam of white light shot from the tip of her finger, passing over the heads of the warriors in front, and swiftly struck the castle gate.

The heavy castle gate, covered with iron plates and firmly reinforced inside to withstand enemy attacks, suddenly emitted a burst of white light and a chilling aura from that point, spreading outwards.

Centered on that point, the city gate immediately turned snow-white, and the white light rapidly expanded outwards. In just a moment, the entire gate had turned snow-white, radiating an icy glow.

Seeing this, the loyalist soldiers pushing the battering rams were stunned, then erupted in deafening cheers and shouts, mustering all their strength to swing the massive battering rams and smash them against the city gate!

The iron-clad, pointed logs crashed against the snow-covered gate with a deafening roar. Several cracks appeared in the center of the gate, radiating outwards in all directions.

Amid the soldiers' excited shouts, the logs slammed forward again, striking the gate heavily. The frozen, brittle gate began to shatter, sending countless snow-white fragments falling to the ground, covered by a thick layer of ice and snow.

The tips of the logs, also covered in ice and snow, continued to pound forward relentlessly. With a heavy roar, the massive gate finally began to crumble, ultimately shattering into countless pieces that scattered like giant snowballs in an avalanche.

High atop the castle, Earl Renn listened to the report from his subordinates, his face draining of color, turning deathly pale.

He now understood that, as a follower of the God of War, he had underestimated the power of the Holy Maiden under the Goddess of Life, and had been far too careless, leading to today's defeat.

Moreover, he had rarely experienced battle over the years, and his thirst for combat was merely theoretical. While the castle was ancient and sturdy, many of its fortifications were inadequate, making its fall inevitable. However, the speed of its demise greatly surprised many. " Better late

than never," Earl Renn shouted, ordering his men to intercept and stop the enemy soldiers rushing into the castle. They had to be driven out, no matter what!

Large numbers of guards, spears in hand, charged into the gate, raising a forest of lances as they advanced.

Just as they were preparing to form a battle line, completely blocking the city gate and driving out all the invading enemies, an exceptionally magnificent white warhorse suddenly appeared before them. The tall and imposing knight on horseback, wielding a massive, gleaming sword, sent chills down their spines.

It was Prince Edward, using a small illusion to enhance his imposing stature and grandeur. He spurred his horse forward like an arrow, charging towards the shattered city gate. His greatsword swung wildly, hacking away at the remaining sections of the gate, creating a gaping hole that allowed him to easily ride into the gate.

Behind him, the loyalist soldiers roared with excitement, brandishing their sharp weapons, following him into the fray. They ignored the rain of stones and arrows falling from above, charging forward with unwavering determination, their surging battle spirit terrifying the very heavens and earth.

Watching the enemy soldiers roar and charge towards him, Elva's eyes surged with murderous intent. Wielding his sharp greatsword, he charged through the wide city gate, saying nothing, and slashed at the vanguard.

With a crack, the most valiant of the defending troops, the leading soldier, was struck by the sharp sword, half his skull sliced off in a lightning-fast motion. He fell forward, large amounts of brain matter splattering from his remaining head, staining his horse's forelegs a ghastly white and crimson mess.

Elva continued to wield his greatsword wildly, slashing fiercely at the large group of enemy soldiers charging towards him. The blade crashed down on them, sending the defenders flying, blood gushing everywhere, and deafening screams echoing through the air.

Through the tall, spacious city gate, Elwar was like a god of war descended upon the world, wielding his massive sword and sweeping wildly across the sky. No enemy soldier could withstand a single blow from him; they were all blasted away by his unparalleled, ferocious power, their weapons cleaved in two by his heavy, razor-sharp blade, the broken pieces flying and scattering across the ground. Galloping

forward on his horse, Elwar's face was filled with cruel killing intent, his eyes wide with rage as he viciously swung his sword, sending enemies flying one after another into the air. The sounds of panicked screams, clashing weapons, and splattering blood filled the air.

Large numbers of loyalist soldiers rushed through the city gate, their blood boiling with excitement and shock at the sight before them.

Their sworn prince, Prince Edward, was like a ferocious lion, wildly wielding his massive sword, forcing large numbers of enemy soldiers to retreat. Those who refused to retreat were brutally decapitated and killed instantly.

The ground was piled high with corpses, blood gushing forth like a river, staining the city gate a deep crimson. The loyalist soldiers, having rushed in, found the ground slippery and the air thick with the stench of blood.

The guards blocking Elva's path were terrified and astonished, never imagining their enemy commander could be so ferocious. He had charged into the city, slaughtering so many of their comrades, and was still relentlessly advancing, giving them no respite.

Fear spread through the guards. Even though they stubbornly refused to retreat, betraying Earl Rein, their weapons were ultimately slower, giving Elva an even greater opportunity. He wielded his greatsword with ferocious force, hacking down enemy soldiers one by one, advancing step by step.

The screams were piercingly loud, and corpses littered the ground. Elva roared, finding the killing exhilarating, almost as satisfying as sex!

Enemies before him were hacked and slashed away one by one, the exhilarating feeling making his eyes bloodshot. He brandished his sword and charged forward on horseback, hacking and slashing at enemy soldiers with extreme excitement. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he had already rushed out of the city gate. The guards who came to block his way had already been cut down by him, and the rest retreated in panic, their faces ashen, barely able to raise their weapons to defend against his fierce attacks.

Elva felt his blood boiling. Not yet satisfied with the killing, he glared fiercely at the enemy soldiers in front of him, gritted his teeth and roared, spurred his horse forward, and with a fierce sweep of his sword, cut two enemy soldiers in half at the waist. Watching the gushing blood, a cruel pleasure filled his heart, making him even more determined to advance forward, relentlessly pursuing the joy of slaughtering his enemies.

Behind him, a large number of loyalist soldiers surged through the city gates, shouting excitedly as they charged forward, surrounding the panicked enemy soldiers and hacking them to pieces.

Like a surging tide, countless valiant warriors rushed into the castle, attacking and pursuing the defending enemy soldiers everywhere. They surged onto the city walls, joining forces with their brothers who were using ladders to attack from both sides, brutally slaughtering the defenders and throwing their corpses off the walls.

The entire castle was like a boiling pot, filled with the surging sounds of battle. Everyone on the battlefield was wielding their swords, desperately hacking and slashing at the enemies before them, until blood blurred their vision and everything they saw was crimson.

Even though Earl Renn gave the order loudly, and his men were willing to fight to the death for him, doing everything in their power to stop the enemy's attack, the defense line was gradually broken through by the extremely excited and frenzied charge of the loyalist army. Earl Renn realized in despair that his situation was hopeless and there was no way to turn the tide.

Amidst the sounds of battle filling the city, Elwar led a large contingent of elite troops in a frenzied charge, slaughtering countless enemies and forcing the remaining ones to retreat step by step until they reached the top of the castle.

Elwar, grinning maliciously, leaped off his pure white warhorse, casually tearing off his helmet. He swung his two-handed greatsword down the earthen steps, cleaving a retreating enemy captain across the shoulder, his body tumbling down the steps.

The dense army surged upwards like a tidal wave. On the high steps, soldiers from both sides clashed fiercely, the clang of weapons echoing everywhere. Soldiers were constantly being slashed and impaled, screaming as they fell to the ground.

The castle steps were a scene of chaos. Large numbers of defenders frantically resisted the enemy's advance, retreating step by step, while the loyalist soldiers charging up below relentlessly pursued, shouting and charging upwards, trying to seize control of the castle.

Elva slashed at the enemies before him with his sword, his head steaming with sweat, his handsome face glistening with perspiration, the small mustache on his lips soaked through.

After sending an enemy soldier flying with a single blow, Elva paused to catch his breath, tilting his head back to look up at the enemy above.

In the center of the castle, built like a pyramid, high steps stretched upwards, crowded with enemy corpses screaming in panic, guarding their sworn brother, Earl Renn, and repelling the fierce attacks of their own men.

Elva's gaze, filled with murderous intent, swept over these enemies destined to die by his hand, continuing upwards, when suddenly he paused, slightly startled.

At the top of the steps stood a girl of sixteen or seventeen, silently watching the horrific battlefield below.

Her face was so beautiful, pure and exquisite, yet subtly tinged with strength and fierceness, calmly observing the cruel scene of blood and dismembered limbs, her gaze cold, her beautiful eyes unblinking.

Such a beautiful young girl, with a calm and resolute expression on her face, and a quiet wisdom in her eyes that even surpassed her age, suddenly stirred a sense of melancholy in Elva's heart.

A girl this young, if she were on Earth, would probably still be in middle school, right? She should be living a carefree life, but now she had to face the tragic scene of her castle being destroyed and her family being wiped out.

But this feeling was fleeting. On the steps, several enemy soldiers roared as they came down, raising their swords to strike his head.

A cruel smile flashed in Elva's eyes. He swung his large greatsword wildly, cleaving the enemy soldiers in two before they could reach him. He then wielded his two-handed greatsword like a windmill, spinning rapidly as he thrust it into the faces of the remaining enemies, cruelly piercing their skulls, their corpses tossed to the ground.

The slain enemies crashed to the ground, and the guards behind them cried out in panic, forming ranks to defend against the ferocious foe. But Elva had already charged up the steps, her greatsword sweeping across, cutting them down like wheat, creating a bloody rain.

At the top of the high steps, the pure-hearted girl, like a beautiful goddess, coldly watched her family's private soldiers being slaughtered in droves. The scene of carnage that engulfed the castle was so cruel and cold, piercing her young heart.

Her home, where she had lived for sixteen years, was ultimately to be destroyed in the war. All the happiness of her life would become a mirage, existing only in memories.

As a countess, she should have been hiding inside, protected by the soldiers. But now, everyone capable of wielding a weapon had rushed to the battlefield for a final, desperate battle. No one could protect her anymore. The strong-willed Lerian quietly slipped out of the house to witness the final destruction of her family.

Her cool gaze swept past the soldiers locked in frenzied battle, landing on the most strikingly handsome young man on the battlefield. Seeing the enemy soldiers' attitude towards him—their desperate protection of him, their frenzied advance alongside him, and their excited shouts of his name—Lerian knew that this was the famous Prince Edward, the late king's orphan, the enemy commander, the murderer who had destroyed her family's happiness!

The white horse he had ridden was abandoned at the bottom of the steps, guarded by several soldiers, its head raised, neighing loudly.

A bitter smile appeared on Lerian's beautiful face. She, too, had dreamed, like other young girls, of a prince on a white horse coming to the castle, proposing to her father, marrying her, and

living happily ever after. Now, the prince had come, riding a white horse, and perhaps the most handsome and brave prince in the world. But his purpose was not to marry her, but to destroy her happiness and erase her ancient family from the lineage of nobility!

A fierce wind swept across the castle, tossing her long, glossy black hair, which fluttered in the air. Combined with her snow-white dress and exquisitely beautiful face, the pale-faced young woman looked so tragically beautiful, like a suffering goddess.

Episode 16, Chapter 4: The Berserk Prince.

"Achoo!" Princess Qinana, standing on the lush green pasture, suddenly sneezed loudly.

With a cute gesture, she rubbed her snow-white, crystal-clear nose. Princess Qinana wondered, "Is someone thinking of me? Who could it be?"

Turning to look at Princess Cecilia, dressed as a shepherdess, Princess Qinana muttered to herself, "It shouldn't be my sister. Even if she's not here, she wouldn't think of me. She always tries to stay away from me... It's a shame I've loved her for so long, and she hasn't reacted at all. I must punish her properly tonight..."

Her thoughts then turned to Elva: "Could it be that wicked guy? Does he think of me sometimes? That seems unlikely. He's either fighting a war or training those saintesses. He doesn't have time to think of me!"

Thinking of her only man, Princess Qinana couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She sighed softly, casually sat down on the lush green grass, and gazed at the distant blue sky, silently lost in thought.

She originally disliked men, but when Elva disguised himself as Elsa, he was so beautiful that she couldn't help but be moved. Later, after being with him many times and enjoying the ultimate pleasure, she gradually became happy with him in their sexual acts. She also learned of his extraordinary background and stopped harboring any rebellious thoughts.

In truth, having sex with Elva was infinitely more pleasurable than engaging in lesbian relationships. His enormous penis, once inside her, would make her gush with pleasure, and after a vigorous fuck, she felt as if her soul was flying to heaven. It was far more comfortable than having sex with other

beautiful women. What would happen in the future? Thinking of this, Princess Qinana felt somewhat lost. It seemed she would continue to follow this great demon king, subduing and training holy maidens everywhere, sometimes even having sex with him, living happily like this.

And then there was her mother, the valiant and beautiful Saintess Leo… The thought that they might be thinking of her made Princess Qinana feel a surge of heat, and her fair, tender legs gradually became moist.

“What a pity, I can’t enjoy the pleasure of making love with Saintess Leo right now…” Princess Qinana thought regretfully, her eyes sparkling. Behind her was another beautiful saintess, equally muscular and powerfully beautiful warrior. The pleasure with her probably wouldn’t be any less than with Saintess Leo.

Turning her head, Princess Qinana’s eyes gleamed as she excitedly stared at the beautiful saintess, drool practically dripping from her lips.

The exquisitely beautiful Saintess Dorose, naked and with her snow-white, soft body, lay on all fours on the verdant grass, every detail of her body clearly visible, yet brimming with grandeur.

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, her clear, bright eyes holding a hint of dazed longing, appearing lost and unfocused, making this beautiful saintess seem as if she were immersed in a dream, possessing a poignant beauty. She

lowered her head slightly, her luscious red lips gently touching the verdant grass, her pearly white teeth biting into blades of grass, tearing them off one by one, slowly swallowing them, chewing and chewing, making them a part of herself as nourishment.

Since being influenced by Elva's mental magic, she had become like this, led to the pasture by Princess Cecilia every day to graze.

Her body, having undergone years of influence from holy power, was different from ordinary people; even such verdant grass could be easily eaten and digested, and she usually didn't need to eat anything else.

Princess Cecilia, dressed in the clean clothes of an ordinary shepherdess, looked just like a pure and kind shepherdess. Kneeling beside her with tears in her eyes, she carefully tended to her, her delicate hands gently caressing her soft, warm, white body. Seeing her like this, tears streamed down her beautiful face.

She had become a shepherdess under Elwa's orders, responsible not only for caring for a flock of adorable white lambs but also for overseeing Saintess Dorothy, leading her out to graze the sheep daily. Princess Qinana, who usually enjoyed chasing after Elwa for sexual intercourse, followed him out after he left, ostensibly to help with the shepherding, but in reality, she frequently took advantage of her. Qinana was powerless to stop her and could only endure it with tears in her eyes, for although her sister's martial arts skills were not very good, they were countless times stronger than Qinana's.

Suddenly seeing Princess Qinana turn around, her eyes fixed on Saintess Dorothy with a strange look, Princess Cecilia trembled in fear and rushed to block her path, her voice trembling, "Sister, what are you doing?"

Princess Qinana smiled mysteriously and said leisurely, "Her Highness the Saintess is too bored here, I want to help her relieve her boredom!"

Princess Cecilia's face turned pale, and she cried out in a trembling voice, "No! She's already pitiful enough as she is now, and you still want to..."

Princess Qinana glanced disdainfully at the beautiful woman behind her and sneered, "What's pitiful about her? She clearly likes being a cow! Do you think someone as powerful as her..." "Saintess, can mental magic affect her so easily? It's clearly because she herself wanted to be a cow, that's why she opened her heart and allowed her master to control her and turn her into a cow. Since she likes being a cow so much, I'll grant her wish!"

Princess Cecilia shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face, and cried out sadly, "You don't know the pain in her heart... She really couldn't bear such great pain, so she imagined herself as a cow to forget the misfortunes she had suffered, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Princess Qinana pushed her away, her eyes gleaming, and pounced on Saintess Dorothy's curvaceous, snow-white body like a wolf.

Princess Qinana easily pinned the exquisitely beautiful body down on the pasture, straddling her belly. A fiery kiss pressed against her soft, red lips, her tongue nimbly exploring her mouth. Saintess Dorothy offered no resistance, lying dazedly on the thick grass, her naked body trembling slightly, and a moist nectar flowing naturally between her snow-white legs. Princess Qinana passionately

kissed her, sucking the saliva from her mouth, while forcefully pushing away her weeping sister who tried to stop her. Panting, she stripped off her own magnificent dress and straddled Saintess Dorothy. Her pink petals trembled as they approached her snow-white, soft crotch, pressing tightly against her delicate petals, beginning an excited grinding. Both petals, glistening

with clear dew, pressed tightly together upon contact, trembling slightly, as if trying to transfer their heat into each other's bodies. Amidst the mutual, excited friction between the two stunning beauties, delicate moans and gasps echoed across the pasture, mingled with the mournful, desperate sobs of Princess Cecilia.

This kind princess, forced to disguise herself as a shepherdess, knelt on the soft, green grass, her eyes blurred with tears as she watched her sister and the saintess she loved passionately make love. Her heart ached terribly, yet she was powerless to stop it.

Princess Qinana giggled excitedly, tightly embracing the beautiful Saintess Dorothy, relentlessly venting her pent-up desire on her body. She frequently lowered her head to suckle her high, firm breasts, her lower body still pressed tightly against Dorothy's hips, trembling and grinding. Her tender petals, like tiny mouths, greedily sucked at the saintess's honeyed orifice, greedily enjoying her exquisite body.

The incredibly sweet milk flowed into Princess Qinana's mouth as she suckled vigorously with her cherry-like lips, swallowing it with unbridled pleasure, her slender body trembling with excitement.

When Elva was around, she could only sneak a sip or two of milk without his favor; now that this cow was under her control, she could drink as much as she wanted without restraint, until her eyes were glazed over, yet she still held tightly to the tender nipple, refusing to let go.

Her snow-white teeth were firmly biting into Saint Dorothy's nipple, Princess Qinana's nimble tongue gently teasing it, while her delicate petals remained pressed against Saint Dorothy's beautiful, tender vulva, violating her shapely legs. These two stunning beauties, under the open sky and on the vast, fresh-air pasture, under the blue sky and white clouds, excitedly made love, their moans and gasps of extreme pleasure spreading far and wide.

A stunningly beautiful young woman, her long, jet-black hair and pristine white dress billowing in the wind, stood out against her pale face and the crimson blood flowing across the ground, creating a poignant and tragic scene that drew sighs from onlookers.

Blood had soaked the steps, the vast expanse of which lay the corpses of soldiers, their blood flowing down the stairs, immersing the entire castle in crimson.

Even at the top of the steps, a large number of soldiers lay dead, their bodies strewn about, blood pooling and flowing down to the beautiful young woman's feet, staining her snow-white dancing shoes crimson.

Lelian silently watched all this, her pretty face bearing a hint of strength mixed with despairing heartache. Just moments before, she had been diligently practicing her dance, hoping to use it to forget the fear of war, but in the blink of an eye, her family faced annihilation!

Not far ahead of her, her father, cornered and with nowhere to retreat, brandished his sword and roared in despair, leading his remaining troops in a desperate resistance against the enemy's final assault.

Opposite him, the handsome and strong Prince Edward wielded a massive two-handed greatsword, a cruel grin on his face. With a single, brutal strike, he cleaved a guard in two, the mangled body tumbling down the steps.

Elva strode onto the high platform at the top of the steps, her spur-covered boots landing in a pool of blood, splashing crimson gore in all directions.

She raised her greatsword high, swinging it fiercely, slaying the panicked, resisting enemies before her. A fire burned within Elva; the sheer pleasure of killing was exhilarating, a joy that seemed to burst her chest. She wanted the carnage to continue indefinitely, until she was utterly exhausted and reached the pinnacle of satisfaction.

But before her, few enemies remained for her to kill. Only seven or eight guards remained by Earl Renn's side, all covered in blood and wounds, no longer able to withstand the fierce onslaught of the wolf-like loyalist soldiers.

Elva's face was splattered with blood from the fighting; he roared and charged forward, brandishing his greatsword at Earl Renn. The sharp wind from his sword made it almost impossible for Earl Renn to breathe.

A violent sword strike landed heavily on Earl Renn's blade, and with a deafening roar, Earl Renn, with all his might, blocked seven of Elva's blows, simultaneously retreating seven steps, feeling his blood churning in his chest, almost spitting out blood.

Although exhausted from the long battle, it was already quite an achievement that Earl Renn had withstood so many of his attacks. A cruel grin spread across Elva's face as he strode forward, raising his greatsword high and bringing it down fiercely towards Earl Renn's neck!

Seeing the greatsword hurtling down with irresistible force, Earl Renn's eyes widened in despair, and he finally couldn't help but scream, "Wait, I surrender..."

Just as he roared, the greatsword was already upon him. A sharp glint flashed in Elva's eyes; he didn't stop, continuing to slash forward with all his might.

The greatsword struck with the force of a thunderbolt, its power so great that even Elva found it difficult to stop. Forcing it back would expend so much energy that it would likely cause internal injuries, and if he exposed an opening, Earl Renn would have an opportunity to strike, perhaps even piercing his throat suddenly, allowing him to stage a miraculous comeback.

In any case, he had no connection with Count Renn, so there was no need to risk his life to spare him. A cold smile played on Elva's face as he tightened his grip, slamming his sword down heavily!

The already battered sword shattered under the blow of the two-handed greatsword, its extremely sharp blade slicing madly towards Count Renn's neck, easily slicing it open. With a muffled crack, Count Renn's head was cleaved off, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain into the air.

His face still contorted with terror and despair, Count Renn's severed head spun through the air, flying backward.

In the wind, a beautiful young girl with long, black hair and a white dress trembled, tears welling in her bright eyes. She watched in anguish as her father's head arced cruelly through the air, landing with a thud on the ground before her. His bright blood splattered onto her snow-white dress, like blooming peach blossoms.

The exquisitely beautiful girl, her slender body trembling slightly, struggled to control her movements, slowly kneeling to the ground. Ignoring the blood-stained white dress, her delicate hands trembled as she reached out to cradle her father's head. With her last strength, she held it to her face, her cold lips gently pressing against his cheek.

On the high platform, amidst the carnage and bloodshed, the sight of this exquisitely beautiful girl embracing and kissing her father's head was so poignant and tragic, so chilling and heartbreaking.

Her white dress was stained crimson with blood, soaking into her undergarments. Yet, Lelian seemed oblivious, gently kissing her father's cheek, a final, pure kiss from a daughter.

The sound of blades slicing through the air came from above. Lerian calmly raised her head and saw the handsome, cruel prince standing before her, his massive longsword held high above her head, his gaze filled with a ferocious, savage intensity, tinged with an unseen, fiery light.

With a resolute determination to die, Lerian quietly looked at him, a strange light flickering in her beautiful eyes, as if trying to memorize his face.

Elva also stared coldly at her, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily.

Even someone as fierce as him was showing signs of fatigue after fighting for so long. But the fire within him hadn't extinguished; it burned even brighter, threatening to incinerate him.

Demonic intent had invaded his heart; normally it could be released through violence and rape, but once in battle, it ignited an uncontrollable, cruel killing intent.

In the previous battle, this ruthless killing intent wasn't so obvious. This war, however, ignited the demonic nature within him. Driven by a thirst for slaughter, he personally charged into battle, engaging the enemy in a brutal, face-to-face duel.

After slaying the enemy leader, Earl Rein, who had plotted rebellion, with a single sword stroke, he saw someone clutching that head. Enraged, Elva charged forward, his boots splattering blood as he reached the person, ready to finish him off. But then he suddenly realized it was a stunningly beautiful young woman!

Killing beautiful women wasn't in Elva's nature. Even now, fueled by his demonic rage and a thirst for brutal slaughter, he couldn't bring himself to kill such a beautiful girl. He

angrily sheathed his sword and turned away. The fire in Elva's heart made him want to find more enemies to kill, only to find to his astonishment that all the guards had been slaughtered; not a single one remained alive.

Just as he severed Earl Renn's head, the royal guards behind him charged forward like wolves, their swords flashing as they brutally slicing Earl Renn's guards into countless pieces, leaving their leader no target for their rage.

Elva glared at his overly excited men. Though he desperately wanted to use them as scapegoats, killing his own men after the battle was unacceptable. He could only turn and glare angrily at Lerian, involuntarily blaming her for drawing his attention and preventing him from seizing the final opportunity for a kill.

Throughout the castle, the battle was nearing its end. Seeing Earl Renn killed on the spot by Prince Edward, the morale of his loyal private soldiers plummeted, and they knelt in surrender. Those few who refused to surrender were swarmed by the royal guards and hacked to pieces as punishment for their rebellion.

Although the battle was nearing its end, a cruel fire burned within Elva, almost making him cry out in agony. This fire had to be released!

His large hand shot out, grabbing the white-dressed girl's long hair, ignoring the blood staining his hands that had soaked her hair, and dragged her forcefully towards the door. The poor girl didn't even have time to scream before he dragged her along the ground towards her bedroom.

The exquisite, sturdy door was kicked open with a heavy thud, crashing against the wall behind it with a deafening roar.

This bedroom, located at the very top of the castle's high platform, was the residence of Earl Renn's family, the most heavily guarded place.

The frail, beautiful girl was dragged by her long hair to the center of the room, where she was thrown to the floor. Her head, still spurting blood, was snatched from her arms by Elva, and he strode towards the door.

Elva casually tossed Earl Renn's head outside the door, then gave a brief order to his men at the entrance, forbidding anyone from disturbing him, before slamming the door shut.

A faint mental magic spread out, silencing the victorious royal guards on the platform. They instinctively kept quiet, vowing never to reveal the prince's secret, and stood guard at the door, preventing anyone from entering.

Inside, Elva casually dragged a heavy desk over to block the broken doorway, then turned and grinned maliciously as he approached the girl in the center of the room.

Lerian still lay on the wooden floor, her white dress stained with large patches of bright red blood. She raised her head, calmly looking at him, her eyes flashing with unyielding light.

Seeing her calm gaze greatly displeased Elva, and for a moment he suddenly thought of Saintess Wilkes, the beautiful woman he had captured but could never conquer.

This further fueled the demonic urge within him, causing him to roar in fury. He bent down, grabbed her smooth, long hair, and violently ripped a large piece off her dress.

The snow-white and crimson gauze skirt was brutally torn open, revealing the girl's delicate breasts. The high, jade-like peaks, with their rosy nipples, stood erect in the cold air, radiating a lustrous glow, stained with drops of blood, exuding a cruel beauty.

Elva's eyes gleamed. His large hand, still stained with blood from the countless warriors he had just slaughtered, gripped her breasts tightly, roughly kneading and deforming the girl's untouched, pure breasts, making the nipples protrude even more violently than before.

A sharp pain surged from her tender breasts, but Lerian gritted her teeth, refusing to cry out. Her endurance and strength only fueled Elva's savage demonic nature. His hands reached for her breasts, grasping her smooth, jade-like breasts and cruelly squeezing them. Seeing the pain on her beautiful face, the fire in his heart burned ever brighter.

At this moment, Elva looked like a true demon king, covered in blood splattered from cruel slaughter, coldly kneeling beside the innocent girl, brutally torturing and playing with her fragile body, making this beautiful girl like a pitiful lamb in the jaws of a tiger.

This dwelling was a spacious suite. From the inner room came low breathing and sobs. Elva's heart skipped a beat. He immediately dropped the girl in his arms, stood up, and strode into the inner room, his sword already drawn.

Using a two-handed greatsword indoors was too inconvenient; he had already tossed the sword aside by the door. The sword at his waist was light and agile; while unsuitable for battlefield combat, it was more than enough to slaughter everyone in the room.

Filled with boiling killing intent, Elva kicked open the door to the inner room, grinning maliciously as he rushed in. He saw a beautiful young woman, cradling a seven or eight-year-old boy in her arms, huddled in a corner, trembling violently, her eyes filled with terror.

Just by looking at her, Elva knew who she was. Although she appeared to be only in her early twenties, her features were identical to Lerian's, beautiful and gentle, exuding a mature and alluring charm that Lerian lacked.

Her age was indeed only in her early twenties; according to the records Elva had read, she should be twenty-eight this year. She had once been one of the most famous beauties in the Kingdom of Saint Anne, but Count Rein had acted too early, marrying her before she came of age and bearing her a son and a daughter.

That daughter was none other than sixteen-year-old Lerian, and the son she bore must be the beautiful boy trembling and growling in her arms!

The Countess clutched her son tightly, her beautiful brown eyes filled with terror as she trembled as she watched the handsome man burst in. Her heart had sunk into a dark abyss.

Hiding in the innermost room, she couldn't hear the sounds outside, only the faint sounds of fighting and screams, unable to discern what they were. She could only tremble, clutching her son, hoping this nightmare would end soon. It

wasn't until Elva kicked open the outer door that she realized someone had broken in. An ominous premonition prevented her from going out to see, and Lerian stubbornly refused to utter a sound. Therefore, she was unaware that her husband had been murdered and her daughter was suffering in the outer room.

Elva, carrying a sharp sword, approached her with a sinister grin, admiring her beautiful, terrified appearance, coldly calculating how to enjoy this famous beauty.

The boy suddenly broke free from his mother's embrace, screaming as he charged at Elva, his eyes flashing with ferocity, like a raging lion cub pouncing on the enemy who had destroyed his family.

Unfortunately, this lion cub hadn't yet grown sharp teeth and claws. Elva, merciful, didn't thrust her sword through his throat; instead, she raised her left hand and slapped him hard across the face, sending him flying far away, crashing to the floor at the other end of the room.

Countess Renn screamed and rushed towards her son, her voice soft and melodious, carrying a hint of aristocratic elegance. Elva smiled through gritted teeth, his sharp sword in hand, gazing at her graceful figure, his desire seeming to burn even brighter.

The beautiful countess wore a low-cut evening gown typical of aristocratic women, luxurious and exquisite, revealing her snow-white breasts and shoulders; a small portion of her smooth, rounded breasts was exposed, making Elva's eyes sparkle.

Despite having given birth to two children, her figure remained perfect: a slender waist, high, firm breasts that swayed gently, incredibly alluring in her beautiful evening gown.

Kneeling on the ground, cradling the unconscious boy in her arms, she wept softly, her voice melodious and beautiful. Her elegant and noble aura permeated her captivating body, giving Elva a powerful temptation that almost made him lose control.

The desire for cruel killing, under such intense temptation, gradually transformed into a violent lust, burning fiercely within him.

Struggling to control his desires, Elva gritted his teeth and left the room, passing through another door to search the house for anyone else.

In the remaining rooms, he found only a few maids, all of whom he easily knocked unconscious with a flick of his iron fist, tossing them into corners to prevent them from running around and causing trouble.

These maids were pretty enough, but compared to their beautiful mistress, they were far inferior, not even in the same league.

On the way back to the city with his army, he would surely rape all these maids, but now, he only wanted to enjoy that pair of exquisitely beautiful mother and daughter. His penis was throbbing painfully inside his trousers, almost unable to suppress the urge to explode.

Walking down the corridor of the house, Elva forcefully ripped off his armor and threw it to the ground, venting the pent-up fire in his heart. Soon, he was only dressed in the exquisite attire of a nobleman, which accentuated his well-built and slender figure.

Slightly hunched over, Elva returned to Countess Renn's bedroom, panting heavily. The long-suppressed brutality and demonic intent filled his heart, mixed with the raging fire of lust, making his eyes red, and his gaze towards the Countess almost spitting fire.

The Countess was still weeping tremulously, tightly embracing her unconscious son, the despair and fear in her heart almost driving her to collapse. Seeing the strange man in armor burst in, she already guessed the fate of her husband and daughter, yet dared not think further. She had given up all hope for the tragic destiny that awaited her.

With heavy steps, Elva approached the beautiful Countess. Hearing his footsteps, the Countess looked up in alarm, only to be met with a pair of blood-red eyes filled with lust. The handsome young man was panting heavily, slowly closing in on her.

Even bent over, the Countess could tell from the bulge in his groin that his lust had reached its peak, filling her with a terrifying sense of crisis.

Gritting his teeth and grinning maliciously, Elva relished the look of fear on the Countess's beautiful face. Seeing such a stunning beauty filled with fear towards him was exhilarating, at least for Elva, whose demonic nature had been unleashed.

Elva slowly reached out his hand towards her, then suddenly lunged forward, grabbing her hair and forcefully dragging her towards the door.

Unlike her daughter, the Countess had chestnut-colored, naturally curly hair, which he gripped tightly in his hands. The smooth, thick texture of her hair pleased him, and his dragging became increasingly brutal and cruel, showing no regard for her feelings.

The Countess cried out in pain, releasing the boy from her arms. Her body, clad in a luxurious evening gown, was dragged out the door, her long dress torn against the doorframe, revealing smooth, white legs, long and alluring like white jade.

Brutally dragging this stunning beauty, Elva strode into the outer room, suddenly seeing Lerian and pausing slightly.

This strong and beautiful young woman, now disheveled, still stood by the door, struggling to lift the two-handed greatsword from the ground.

Her white dress was torn, revealing her breasts, her delicate nipples exposed to the air, swaying and trembling with her movements, her rosy nipples radiating a strange, alluring glow.

The stubborn expression on the beautiful girl's face left Elva momentarily stunned. Then, the girl saw him dragging her mother out from inside, and burst into an angry scream. With all her might, she dragged the greatsword up and slashed at Elva.

Although she wanted to raise the greatsword high and bring it down to cleave the cruel prince in two, even with all her strength unleashed in her rage, she could only manage to raise the sword horizontally, the tip pointing downwards, slashing crookedly towards Elva's shin.

Elva's face revealed a cruel sneer. His left hand, holding the Countess's smooth, curly hair, strode forward, his right hand rising to deliver a powerful slap to Lerian's face. The blow sent her staggering forward, crashing into the desk blocking the doorway with a loud thud, sword and all, to the ground.

Her beautiful face was swollen from the slap. As she fell, the greatsword cut a small gash on the outside of her right thigh. Though the wound wasn't deep, it was painful, and blood flowed from the gash, staining her gauze dress.

Rilian lay on the ground, her ears ringing, her body feeling shattered. She had no strength to get up and could only stare wide-eyed as Prince Edward assaulted her mother.

Elva, having knocked her down with a slap, didn't pursue her. He turned around, grinning maliciously at the beautiful Countess, loosening his grip on her flowing curls, and slowly began to undress.

Countess Renn knelt on the floor, weeping desperately. In her terrified gaze, she clearly saw Elva remove his princely attire, revealing an incredibly muscular male body. This caused both her and her daughter's pupils to dilate, a wave of dizziness washing over them.

For the Countess, this was the first time she had ever seen the body of a man other than her husband. The female lead, seeing a naked man for the first time, was no less shocked than the countess.

Although Earl Renn had eagerly married his wife when she was young, he wanted to keep his beloved daughter at home for a few more years, ultimately leaving her unmarried until she was sixteen, until Prince Edward led his army to attack the castle and personally killed him.

Looking at this near-perfect male nude body and the thick, erect penis beneath him, even Rilian, filled with anger and hatred, couldn't help but feel her heart pounding. Her mother, kneeling before Elva, stared wide-eyed with despair and fear, looking at the handsome and strong Prince Edward, at a loss for what to do.

A fierce lust burned within him, his penis swelling as if about to explode. Elva could no longer restrain himself; he grabbed the Countess's soft, flowing curls, thrusting his hips forward, aiming for her beautiful face!

The thick, hard penis forced open her cherry-like mouth, which was about to gasp in surprise, and plunged deep into her warm

, moist mouth. The glans hit between her smooth, fragrant tongue and palate, and the intensely pleasurable sensation made Elva's penis throb violently, so excited that he almost ejaculated on the spot. The Countess, however, rolled her beautiful eyes back, feeling the penis firmly pushing into her throat. The swollen glans pushed open the soft flesh of her throat, becoming a tight lump in her throat. Although she wanted to spit it out, Elva held her head tightly, how could he give her the chance to spit it out?

Elva sighed with pleasure, feeling his penis being held tightly in her wet mouth, the glans inserted into her throat and esophagus. He looked down and admired the expression of pain and humiliation on her beautiful face. His penis thrust violently in and out of her mouth, and just as he was about to ejaculate, he suddenly pulled it out.

His desire for her mature and beautiful body overwhelmed his urge to ejaculate in her mouth. Elva, breathing heavily, bent down and suddenly pounced on her, knocking her to the floor.

The room's floor was made of fine planks, meticulously polished by the castle's craftsmen. Recently renovated, it was still brand new, exuding the fresh scent of wood.

Because they were working for the lord, the carpenters had been extremely careful; every piece of wood in the floor was polished clean, smooth and soft to the touch, so even lying on it wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

But lying on the floor, it was still somewhat hard. The Countess screamed in terror, then heard the sound of clothes tearing, and felt the man's large hands groping her body, wantonly violating her.

Lerian collapsed weakly to the ground, watching in grief and anger as Elva tore open her mother's clothes, revealing her alluring, snow-white body, and groped her without restraint, leaving bright red finger marks on her skin.

Demonic energy surged within her body. This was due to Elva's uncontrollable outburst of power during a moment of demonic rage, unleashing dark energy into her body. Though not much, it was enough to cause her considerable discomfort.

She watched as the Countess's dress was torn away, revealing the snow-white breasts she had once suckled in as a child, which sprang from the ripped evening gown. Elva gripped the rosy buds in his hands, squeezing and deforming the entire high, jade-like peak, completely ignoring the Countess's screams of pain.

The evening gown was ripped off, exposing her slender waist and rounded, pink buttocks. The beautiful Countess cried out in shame, feeling humiliated by exposing her body to this strange young man.

Elva grinned lewdly, his hands caressing her slender waist, stroking her smooth, tender abdomen, feeling its soft, flat texture. Her body was still so beautiful, as alluring as a young girl's.

He caressed her delicate body with irresistible affection, his hands stroking her pink buttocks, kneading and stroking her smooth, jade-like flesh. His fingers touched her pink chrysanthemum buds, gently massaging them. Touched by a strange man, the Countess was filled with shame, tears streaming down her face. She trembled, trying to pull away, but Elva roughly pulled her into his arms, embracing her naked, snow-white body. One hand kneaded her soft, firm breasts, while the other reached between her long, slender, snow-white legs, ruthlessly touching her pubic hair.

His fingers parted the chestnut-brown, curly hair, pinching the dry, soft petals. His fingers brazenly plunged into her tightly closed vulva, causing the Countess waves of pain, eliciting screams of agony and humiliation.

Lerian's beautiful eyes widened as she watched the man insert his fingers into the place where she was born. Extreme shame burned her face, and she struggled to stand, but collapsed halfway up, lying motionless on the ground.

Although Elva had unconsciously injected demonic energy into her body with little force, resulting in a minimal amount of dark power within her, it was enough to render this martial arts-illiterate girl immobile. She had no choice but to watch her mother be humiliated, tears streaming down her face.

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