Commander's Anime Harem

Not long after, a convoy appeared in the sight of the eagerly waiting soldiers, followed by a large number of people, all dressed in black mourning clothes and holding white flowers in their hands.

The convoy slowly stopped, and then a big shot appeared, which the officers had never expected.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty!!!"

The moment he saw the person getting off the car, the officer's originally loud voice almost frightened him like a drake. He never thought that the call from his superiors could reach the ears of the emperor and even alarmed His Majesty the Emperor. Thinking of this, the officer, who could hardly hide his excitement, immediately stepped forward, straightened his body, and saluted with the most standard military salute of the Shigla Empire.

"Let's just play the national anthem of the Gamilas Empire. After all, he has made great contributions to the independence and liberation of his people. Let's keep things one way and the other."

Xiao Renwu returned the greeting and then said something that made the officers and the people present extremely excited.

Countless people burst into tears, and the lofty image of Xiao Renwu who asked to save the people first kept appearing in their minds. The object of their former admiration, Albert Disla, was gradually replaced by Xiao Renwu, and the concept of Gamilas began to dissolve. Although the speed was quite slow and it would take at least two generations to complete, but dripping water wears away a stone, and it was only a matter of time before the blue-skinned people were integrated into the big family of the Shigla Empire.

A thousand gold coins to buy horse bones, an ancient but effective method~

It is possible that the music of Qin Wang breaking the formation would be played, causing many of Albert Disla's diehard fans to rebel immediately after hearing it. However, Xiao Renwu was not afraid at all. As long as the fleet led by Bakilulu was still in the orbit of Gamilas, the rebels on the ground were nothing but remnants that could be easily eliminated.

It would be better if it jumped out, so there is no need for careful screening. The police need evidence to investigate the case, but the military does not need it for counter-terrorism.

With Xiao Renwu's support, the funeral was able to continue.

"play music!"

"O land where azure flowers bloom, our noble homeland!"

As the military band played majestic music, the people who came to pay tribute to President Albert Disla sang in unison, tears gathered in the corners of their eyes, and the singing spread throughout the sky. Even though the former hero had made serious mistakes, there were still people who remembered him.

"The magnificent song resounds through the sky, and the blessings of God will always be with us!"

"Gamilas, praise the victory of the motherland..."

The singing became more and more uniform, but gradually turned into sobbing. The coffin was slowly lowered into the grave with the concerted efforts of the pallbearers. People lined up and threw the pure white flowers in their hands into the grave to commemorate this former hero and current sinner.

After placing the flowers, some people will stand for a while, close their eyes and remember this moment, but more people will choose to leave in a hurry. The time is almost up and His Majesty the Emperor’s supply and marketing cooperative will distribute daily necessities for free. If you go too late, there will be none left.

Even the soldiers in the military band were ready to move, not to mention the people. As more and more people came, a tall figure in a black long dress with a veil covering her face appeared in front of Xiao Renwu. She stood quietly without saying a word, like the goddess representing death, independent in a dimension that mortals could not observe.

The funeral was in its final stage. The obsidian tombstone recorded Albert Disla's life, from a hero of the war of unification, a man watched by the gods, to a man who launched a war of aggression, levied heavy taxes, and massacred the people who resisted. From birth to death, everything was written clearly.

The music started again, but there was no one to sing. In the huge venue, only Xiao Renwu and the woman who had not moved at all were left. Their eyes met in mid-air, waiting for the tombstone to be completed.

I can’t work any more. Qingming Festival is so painful. I climbed six hills today, six whole hills!!!

My dear ancestors, it’s not that your descendants don’t want to hang up the Qingming Festival for you, it’s just too difficult! The thought of another Chinese New Year makes me feel overwhelmed. I really don’t know how people at that time carried the coffin up there.

Chapter 641: Funeral

Regardless of the hatred and curses directed at him, or the deep remembrance, Albert Disla has become a part of the history that is always rushing forward. Perhaps in the future, his name and deeds will occupy several pages in the junior high school history textbooks of the Shigla Empire. The mourning crowd has dispersed, leaving only Xiao Renwu and the tall beauty looking at each other. The air seems to have an inexplicable sense of desolation.

The early spring wind swept across the vast land, casting shadows on the tops of the ancient trees that were unique to the president's tomb. Primrose petals like fine snow fell on the black satin on the beautiful woman's shoulders. The sunlight that filtered through the dense leaves cut across the clearing in the forest, reflecting colorful light on the surface of the obsidian tombstone that recorded the life of Albert Disla.

"Albert, he was once my favorite child."

A gentle voice filled with a mother's love came out from her crimson lips. If you savored it carefully, the sadness contained in it would be refreshing, as if the person lying underground was really her child.

The Queen of Iskandar stood in the light and shadow crumpled by the wind. The waistline of her black mourning dress was like a broken iris. The hem of the dress reached her knees, and the thin and transparent silk fabric that clung to the skin of her slender legs could only be seen from a certain angle. Her straight and slender calves, ankles, and insteps wrapped in fabric seemed to reveal the fine blue veins protruding from the skin under the extremely fine mesh.

The black high heels with hollowed-out sides had the arch of the foot curved to the perfect degree. Although it was impolite to do so in front of the defeated Disla, Xiao Renwu still couldn't help boki. There was no way to hide the tent erected under his body, so he could only remain in this stalemate.

"I just didn't expect him to be so paranoid, wanting to dedicate what he believed in as Iskandarism and the entire galaxy to me. However, my feelings for him were only the level of an elder's affection for a talented junior."

Stacia seemed not to notice the famous instrument that could make the women of the empire climax on the spot. She just walked to the obsidian tombstone, raised her fingers from her black sleeves, and tapped the life story engraved on it with her knuckles. She paused for a long time on the line of being both a hero and a surrendered scum, and finally came to the time of death.

The ancients have gone away on the yellow crane. Although there is no Yellow Crane Tower in Iskandar and Gamilas, there are similar poems. The feeling of losing a friend made Sitasha's throat tighten. At this moment, the wind blew violently, and the sudden change of direction of the wind blew away the atmosphere of nostalgia, blowing away the hem of her knee-length mourning dress, exposing her long and straight legs in front of Xiao Renwu. With his good eyesight, when Sitasha quickly pressed down the hem of her skirt, he was able to catch a glimpse of the dark behind the thin fabric of her skin.

"It's black hollow lace, classy. I guess it's the same on top, right?"

Xiao Renwu's brain quickly processed the received images, not missing a single detail. It was as if a feather was tickling his nerves, urging him to pounce on the beautiful woman in mourning clothes in front of him. Right here, right here where the enemy had been crushed by the empire's steel battleships, he would ruthlessly violate the God of Gamilas.

"Now is not the time."

Suppressing the rage in his heart, Xiao Renwu walked forward like a proper gentleman, and gently held Stasha's fingers. This not only maintained the proper distance between men and women, but also allowed them to enjoy the smoothness of the contact, killing two birds with one stone.

"I have a handkerchief here. Please don't let your makeup get smudged by your tears. I'm sure Disla wouldn't want you to cry for a mere mortal like him."

After Xiao Renwu handed over the handkerchief, he stood quietly and admired the beautiful scenery.

"Thank you."

Stacia still held the handkerchief with a hint of her body scent. Her every move was naturally graceful as she wiped away her clear tears. Her hair, golden like liquid sunlight, flowed over her shoulders, and the tips of her hair made an inaudible buzzing sound as they brushed against the surface of the tombstone.

The two stood in front of the tomb for a long time, the wind slightly blowing up the black skirt. Perhaps wanting to bring up a topic, Stacia took the initiative to speak.

"Why start a war? Why spread the flames of war across the entire galaxy? Do you still want to continue the war?"

Stacia asked three questions in a row, and the sweet fragrance of orchid filled the air between the two people standing together, but her questions seemed a little stupid.

"?"

If he had not confirmed from Sasha that Stasha had lived for a thousand years, Xiao Renwu would have thought that the person in front of him was a naive naive person who knew nothing. But it has come to this point. He has prepared many methods for this purpose, even the special telepathy, solar furnace, and FOLD crystal trinity VF31 are lying in ambush under his feet. Naturally, he cannot retreat. He must capture the Queen.

"Ah!"

A sneer broke the harmonious and friendly atmosphere that had just formed between the two of them. Xiao Renwu's temperament changed from a polite gentleman to a commander who exuded the smell of blood.

"Why did you start a war? You should ask your 'good son' Albert Disla. He brazenly launched an attack on our country's mines, and instead of actively apologizing and compensating the victims, he coveted our planet. He deserves to die!"

"The war has spread across the galaxy. That's because the Gamilas people, knowing full well they were wrong, refused to surrender and even dared to strike back at our country. So what's wrong with the Empire's fleet destroying cities and nations? I didn't burn everyone to death because of my kindness, Xiao Renwu. I treated them as human beings, not like the Gamilas people, who treated the defeated as slaves. I have the power of life and death. Anyone who stands in my way deserves death!"

"Of course the war will continue. In my opinion, anyone who doesn't follow the order I set is an enemy of civilization, an enemy of democracy and freedom! An enemy of the 30 billion people of the Empire! The Empire will not stop, and anyone who opposes us deserves death!"

The three "damn it" hit Stasha's heart like a sledgehammer, causing her to open her beautiful eyes wide and point her finger out to blame Xiao Renwu, but no amount of words could suppress her. The war was initiated by Gamilas, and the military actions of the Higla Empire were impeccable. In war, the Higla Empire would not destroy the enemy's cities like Gamilas did, and turn all rebels into eternal slaves.

Comparing the two peoples, according to the intelligence gathered by Stasha, it is obvious that the Higla people are more civilized and rational. They do not engage in racial discrimination, nor do they abuse prisoners of war crazily. Instead, they provide the most basic protection.

"Besides, how is your Iskandar civilization any better than Gamilas? You wantonly use wave motion cannons to destroy other civilizations, even if the people on that planet haven't even reached the universe. Just like a newborn baby who hasn't even seen the world outside its mother's body, you are blown to pieces in your wishful thinking of preserving all the beautiful things. And then those beautiful memories have to fall into the hands of you Iskandar people to play with them at will?!"

"First, instead of helping these weak civilizations solve their most basic food problems, you're just like a bunch of idiots developing wave engines. They haven't even entered the industrial age yet. Second, you're just wishful thinking. Gamilas has been working for you, Iskandar, for hundreds of years. Even if he hasn't made any contributions, he's certainly worked hard, right? And you, on the other hand, are not paying any attention to the fact that the human planet is about to explode?"

"Earth was blasted into this state by Gamilas, and eighty percent of the population died. You, Stacia Iskandar, are primarily responsible!"

Xiao Renwu, who had vented all the unpleasant things in his heart, looked very happy. It was just like crawling out of a pile of meat every day, and then picking out the one he wanted today, carrying it to the bathroom, washing himself while enjoying the beautiful body of the girl, and changing into new underwear after finishing. It was as refreshing as it was!!!

Stacia, who was dizzy from being bombarded with fierce words by Xiao Renwu, now looked as ugly as a dead horse.

Chapter 642: Funeral

The relentless and continuous questioning was like a continuous barrage of heavy punches hitting Stacia Iskandar's ideal of devoting herself to universal peace. Xiao Renwu's tone, as cold as the bitter winter, seemed to have affected the very climate of the world. The atmosphere between the two of them dropped to freezing point in an instant.

"We still have the Cosmic Recovery System (CRS), we just need... wuwu——!"

Unable to bear the unilateral scolding, and the other party's words made a lot of sense, Stacia wanted to refute, but before she could say anything, Xiao Renwu strode over, lifted the black veil, grabbed her cheek in the queen's astonished eyes, and kissed her soft lips.

The two of them pressed together, the man pressed closer and closer, sucking on her lips, unwilling to let go even a little, while the woman struggled desperately.

"Goooooo… Uh-oh… Let… Let go!"

Feeling a snake-like tongue invading her mouth, Stacia's eyes widened, her lips pursed, and she pressed her hands hard on Xiao Renwu's chest to push him away. She kept pushing her body back and struggling, unwilling to let the man invade her private area.

But how could Xiao Renwu, who was planning to take Iskandar away, give up such a good opportunity? Dozens of kilometers away, he received news that the citizens who wanted to pay tribute to President Albert Disla were intercepted by agents of the Security Department. There were warships and armored vehicles in the sky and underground for tight defense, sensors everywhere, and even two squadrons of VF19 were deployed to take charge of emergency tasks. It was so tight that not even a fly could fly in.

Don't let others disturb this beautiful scene~

Faced with the struggle of the tall beauty in his arms, Xiao Renwu remained silent and just stuck out his tongue. Even though Stasha bit his tongue with her teeth, blood filled her warm mouth, and she pounded his chest with her hands, making a bang bang sound, Xiao Renwu still did not let go. He held her head with his left hand, and his fingers shuttled through the dazzling golden hair, enjoying the silky smoothness, while his right hand stroked Stasha's back up and down.

Although the beautiful woman's soft and graceful body was like a slippery mollusk trying to escape from his arms, Xiao Renwu had already turned into a clam shell to capture its prey, pressing down Stasha tightly and almost rubbing her into his body.

"Gurgle... Slurp... Gurgle... Let go... I can't... I can't... breathe..."

The hot breath poured over her delicate skin, and clear saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth during the lip battle, but was rolled back by the lingering tongue in an instant. Stasha's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were blurred. The strength of her struggle was weakening, especially when Xiao Renwu's big hand fell on her perky buttocks. She could feel the warmth of the man's palm through the cloth.

"I'm actually in front of a grave, still in mourning clothes, huh."

The tears shone brightly in the sunlight filtering through the leaves, but what matched them was Stasha's shame. She had worn a solemn black mourning dress to attend the funeral of Albert Disla, whom she regarded as her favorite child and friend, but now she was being molested in front of his grave.

The feeling of betrayal of morality, even Queen Iskandar, who had experienced a long time, felt extremely ashamed at this moment, and the sudden joy?

Xiao Renwu's big hands were doing whatever he wanted on her body, grabbing and releasing her, and her soft and firm buttocks were like plasticine, allowing the man to knead and flatten them. Stasha felt more and more ashamed, thinking that she was a shameless woman. Her extremely sensitive body had a physiological reaction, and her secret garden became more and more wet and sticky, and it became a ball with the close-fitting fabric.

"So sweet, so fragrant~"

Xiao Renwu greedily sucked the sweet saliva from Stasha's mouth. Not satisfied with just occupying her mouth, he let go of her soft little tongue that had no power to resist, and licked the corners of the beauty's mouth all the way up, her high nose bridge, her cheeks, and even her gorgeous eyes like gems. He used his tongue like a vacuum cleaner to measure every inch of the queen's beautiful face, filling it with his hot and wet saliva.

"Hmm...don't...do this..."

Stacia's struggle gradually slowed down. She raised her head, moaning in her throat and tears still falling, but she had no way to escape from Xiao Renwu's clutches. The man's hands had already lifted the hem of her knee-length black mourning dress, tore open her thin stockings, and cast the black lace fabric aside. While rubbing her red lips, he was supplying outside air into the vagina.

As Xiao Renwu's delivery speed became faster and faster, the noble Queen Iskandar bent her slender waist and could only squat on the man's legs. Her slender straight legs were trembling, and her mind was filled with emotions, as if the volcano was on the verge of erupting.

"I can't do it here, it's really... too rude, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Stacia, who was about to reach her first climax, realized that if she climaxed in front of her friend's grave, she would be completely inhuman. The shame of betraying her morality could not stop Xiao Renwu's fingers from moving in and out quickly. The splashing transparent liquid showed the desire of her body. She looked at Xiao Renwu with her beautiful eyes full of spring water, begging him, and weakly suggested that she wanted to change places and let him toss her around, but in return Xiao Renwu increased the number of fingers he inserted and the speed was even faster.

Sprayed.

Like a fountain, the clear, transparent, and warm nectar fell on the newly built obsidian tombstone, forming a miniature rainbow.

Stacia, lying on the ground, looked at the scene in despair. She had actually done such a shameless thing. Not only did she turn into a fountain, but now it also had a beautiful parabola and was screaming so loudly.

"Ohh Ohh ohh."

Stacia, whose body and mind had reached the limit in every sense, burst into tears. Her beautiful face with tears in her eyes was really pitiful, but Xiao Renwu had never been a man who was gentle with women, or rather, crying was also considered time.

He took off his pants, glanced at the obsidian tombstone, and walked straight forward. He grabbed Stasha's arms, pulled her up, twisted her hands behind her back, made her face the tombstone, and raised her buttocks towards him.

"You...you...what do you want to do?!"

Feeling an extremely hot warship approaching her, Stasha panicked. She knew what it was, but she didn't expect Xiao Renwu to be so excessive as to actually violate her in front of Albert Disla's tomb. She twisted her body, trying to break free from his control, but Xiao Renwu's arms held her firmly against the tombstone like an iron clamp.

“Hehe——!”

Xiao Renwu put a little force upwards with his hands, and Stacia's tall figure was forced to rise, becoming more and more straight. The hem of her mourning dress, which had long been soaked with enough nectar, was pushed to between her slender waist, revealing her thighs.

She looks like she has no extra fat and maintains perfect curves. Her elegant demeanor in skin-colored stockings and high heels makes Stacia's overall appearance even better.

Smelling the fragrance of passion in the air, Xiao Renwu, with his Titan-class battleship with its armor deployed to its maximum state, mercilessly pierced through Stasha's webway defense.

They fit closely together in everything, achieving a perfect combination of spirit and flesh.

“Ohhhhh, something hot is coming in!!!”

Because of the tearing pain, Stasha's soft tongue stretched out from her lips, and transparent saliva gathered on the tip of her tongue, then dripped onto the obsidian tombstone and spread downwards along the track of the engraving.

The tight web spasmed violently, and more nectar gushed out, soaking Xiao Renwu's white shirt, which he had not taken off, and also soaking half of Stacia's mourning dress.

"That's really cool, Stacia."

Xiao Renwu pressed forward, his chest pressed tightly against the beautiful woman's back and next to her ear, saying teasing words while thrusting even harder. The powerful force caused Stasha's breasts to hit the tombstone hard, making a crisp sound that formed a strong resonance with the sound of the flesh colliding.

The breeze applauded the act of intercourse, and even the strong sunlight diverted his attention. Xiao Renwu took off Stasha's dress top to her waist, grasped the pair of soft flesh balls with both hands, and then used the Titan-class battleship to shape her tight web into his own shape over and over again.

"No... No... This won't do..."

The Queen of Iskandar wept and shook her head. The pain that kept coming up had replaced the tearing pain, but it was too shameful to do such a thing on the tombstone of her friend.

But Xiao Renwu enjoyed it. It would be more accurate to say that he wanted to settle accounts with the Queen of Iskandar here.

"Staxia, accept it all!!!"

The man held Stasha's waist tightly with both hands, and exerted force on his waist to send the Titan-class battleship to the deepest part. The feeling of losing nutrients in his body made him retreat again, but he did not retreat completely. Instead, he rushed in again in the middle and poured out all the ammunition.

"No!!!!"

The feeling of the webway being filled made Stasha let out a high-pitched wail, and she could only accept Xiao Renwu's firepower in a convulsive state.

"Hoo-hoo-hoo, ummm—"

The Titan-class battleship slowly withdrew from the tight webway and returned to the material universe. Large clumps of white liquid covered the surface of the obsidian tombstone, splashing most of the inscriptions on it. Stacia lay on the tombstone with her chest heaving. She no longer had the strength to move her fingers.

But the battle was obviously not over yet, the Titan-class battleship was still standing tall and unyielding. Xiao Renwu pulled Stasha to the ground, held her head down, and ignoring the tears in the corners of the queen's eyes, he thrust his penis into her soft lips.

The queen, with puffed cheeks, could only endure Xiao Renwu's collision with her abdomen with tears in her eyes. The Titan-class battleship entered the depths of her delicate throat and attacked again and again until plasma surged out to fill her stomach.

"..."

Leaning against the tombstone, the naked Stasha had a dazed look in her eyes, and the saliva from the corners of her mouth dripped in long threads onto the flowers that had just emerged from the ground.

I'm stuck and plan to come up with an ending. I'll do some silver crawling to wrap it up. I might do some extra chapters later to make up for the previous ones.

Chapter 643: After the War

The gilded door of the conference hall opened in front of Prime Minister Huang Wuyuan Youyang and Captain of the Royal Guard, Yuken Meiye, like a leaf gently falling to the ground, without making a sound. Twelve tiny spots of light cast by the moonstone arcades chased the hem of Youyang's red hakama.