Four-Armed Divine Emperor

"Haha!" Malik laughed and took the pointed helmet from the slave soldier and held it in his arms. "She's not dead yet. She was still alive when I conquered her."

"Lu! Lu!"

After saying this, he pouted at the woman and made a sound like calling livestock.

"Get up, woman, show your savagery. If you can make Sadik ejaculate and drop his lance within five minutes, I will keep you as a slave of the Hestor family. How about that?"

"Idiot!" Sadik was furious and punched him again, but Malik just laughed, walked forward and pushed the woman's body covered with bloody scratches and whip marks with his boots.

"Woman, wake up! Where has your wildness gone? Bring her back!"

Xerxes scolded, but the woman still made no move to respond to him.

"hateful!"

This made Malik feel a little unhappy. He stretched out his big hand and grabbed the woman's calf, dragging her on the ground for a while. This made the scars on the woman's body torn again, and she finally couldn't help but let out a painful groan.

"Ah, you are still alive, why don't you answer me."

He threw the woman onto the horse's back, then jumped on the horse and ran in the other direction that Sadik came from. Sadik shook his head helplessly, got back on his mount and followed him, while the slave soldiers followed the two nobles in silence.

Malik grabbed the woman and brought her to a small hillside. He threw her off his horse and climbed down. He grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her up from the ground. He pointed at the smoke not far away and said, "Answer me! Woman! Where is your wildness? Where has it gone?"

"Get it back, please me, that's the only way you can survive."

He grabbed the woman's hair and forced her face close to him, then pointed at the smoke rising into the sky in the distance with a cruel smile.

"Your family, your father and your brothers, have all been reduced to pulp under the gears of Xerxes's chariots. Your homes have been destroyed, your boys will be castrated, and your women will be used as military prostitutes. If you don't want to face this fate, do as I say and take back what I want! Please me!"

He almost roared at the mountain woman, but she just stared blankly at the thick smoke, tears sliding down from the corners of her eyes, leaving a trail of water on her dirty face.

"The mountains will punish you, and the four-armed god will return to you the cruelty you have inflicted on others!"

She used the coldest words and uttered the cruelest curses, but Malik showed a happy expression instead.

"Yes, that's it! Ah, woman, despair, revenge, powerless to endure..." He couldn't help but move closer and kissed the mountain woman on her dirty face, not minding even if dust got on his mouth.

"I really suggest you try this woman. She seems to be... the chief's daughter, right?"

Malik shouted to Sadik, who nodded from the bottom of the slope.

"If you want to play, hurry up, or go back and talk about it later. His Highness Huanghun is about to hold a military meeting."

"We still have a lot of time!" Malik retorted, muttering discontentedly, "I told you I shouldn't trust those mountain slaves. Those idiots promised Your Highness that this road was perfectly hidden, and now we've run into a tribesman."

Sadik frowned and explained:

"The mountain people are running around everywhere, and no one can guarantee whether they are at the top or the bottom of the mountain today."

"It's normal to migrate and settle somewhere, but I also think those slaves are dishonest. They might want to use Xerxes' power to eliminate their enemies. I will report this to Your Highness when I return."

"Yes, yes, loyal Sadik, reliable Sadik~"

Sadik's name means loyalty to the Zoroastrians. Although the wizards have developed a unified common language for the world of Il, many civilizations with a long history will still integrate their own culture and traditions into this language, thus developing some unique "ethnic dialects".

Malik complimented her and returned his attention to the woman.

"Come, let's do it again, over the bodies of your father and brother, and the remains of your home."

"I hope you can still remember your mountains and four-armed gods when you climax. I would like to see them come to the death before Xerxes' army."

He unceremoniously kneaded the woman's already swollen breasts and patted her bruised breasts.

"Come, please make me happy. Then I'll consider taking in a few of your eunuchs. You should understand how honorable it is to be a slave of the Hestor family."

But the woman glared at him with the eyes of a mad mother wolf seeing her cub hurt, as if she wanted to completely imprint the face of her enemy in her memory so that she could take revenge on Malik in the next life.

Then the mountain woman suddenly came up and seemed to want to kiss Malik on the face. The latter subconsciously pushed her away. For this purpose, the woman with her hands tied behind her back took advantage of the situation and fell backwards, rolling down the hillside, leaving a trail of intermittent blood, and fell to the ground and died.

"Damn it!" Immediately, a slave soldier ran down, checked the woman, and told his master the bad news.

The woman is dead.

Malik was cursing indignantly all the way, as if he was dissatisfied with why the woman rejected his sincere promise. Sadiq smiled bitterly, as he felt a little uncomfortable with the cruelty of some of his colleagues.

"Okay, let's go back first."

"There are plenty of prisoners in the camp. You can have as many fun as you want."

"This woman is different!" Malik emphasized. "Forget it, German Gaelic women are not bad either. I can find a few more when the time comes."

The purpose of their trip was to attack the thousand-year-old enemy in the west silently and secretly. An attack would come with lightning speed to the Devngels who thought they could sit back and relax with the help of wizards. Malik was excited about this. He was so eager to lead the legion into the territory of the "Astar Remnants", burn their manors and castles, and slaughter their men. The Devngels women who had learned riding and martial arts since childhood left a deep impression on Malik at the celebration party after the last war. He was eager to do it again. This time he must grab enough spoils and capture a large number of slaves.

Otherwise, he would cripple or kill me soon after I return.

Chapter 19: The Fate of the Losers

Malik and Sadik brought the slave soldiers back to the legion's temporary base, which was still some distance away from the mountain tribe that was looted and burned. After all, the main force of Xerxes' legion led by Adwin looked down on such a small tribe and only sent a detachment of 800 people to deal with it.

Malik was the commander of this army, but the overwhelming battle had made him have little desire to take it seriously. When he saw that the situation was clear, he took the female prisoners he had captured earlier to a remote place to experience the joy of being a conqueror.

Xerxes' army was stationed on a small plain with a wide view. There was a medium-sized stream running through the middle, making water easily accessible.

After all, he was running around fully armed and had raped the female mountain people several times. His sweat had soaked and dried several times. Malik felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the water source, so he invited Sadiq to take a bath before attending the military meeting.

Seeing that the sun was setting and there was still some time before the Holy Set ceremony, and that etiquette was necessary when meeting the king, Sadiq agreed to Malik's proposal.

They walked towards the stream, and without any special instructions, two slave soldiers left the team and went to prepare washing utensils.

These silent bodyguards were slaves specially "raised" by the Xerxes. They had been brainwashed and trained by their slave owners since childhood. They were absolutely loyal and reliable. No secrets would be hidden from these bodyguards because in the eyes of their masters, they had no independent personality at all. They were just handy tools that could move, do things and think.

As domestic slaves, they serve for life. When they are old and weak, they will retire from the front line of guard and act as servants or spies within the family. In the eyes of some masters, reliable slaves can even be regarded as an extension of their own body and will. For example, when a man and a woman fall in love, if the master feels tired or simply has no time to spare, he may even let a slave who has not been castrated perform intercourse on his behalf.

For a noble family with a long history like Malik Hestor's, the quality of their slave guards is very good. Not only are they skilled in martial arts and able to protect their masters on the battlefield, but they also take into account all aspects of life. For example, the masters may not be aware of some casual conversations, but the slave guards have already thought of the master's next move in advance and prepared for it.

What's more, those with large families and great wealth would train slaves not only based on their loyalty and ability, but also on their appearance. They would carefully select embryos and train all kinds of handsome men and beautiful women as their personal servants from a young age. They could not only block bullets on the battlefield, but also sharpen guns for their masters outside the battlefield. They were extremely extravagant.

As senior officers, Malik and Sadiq can draw water from the second section of the stream between upstream and downstream. If they want to bathe directly, they have to go to the third section, which is where middle and lower-level officers draw water.

The water source at the uppermost reaches is naturally exclusively for His Royal Highness the Grand Prince and the "Holy Witch" who holds a unique status.

Malik and Sadiq quickly took off their weapons with the help of servants and went down into the cool water with only a white towel wrapped around them.

According to traditional etiquette, they also have to face upstream, scoop up a handful of water in their hands, thank the emperor for his generous gift, and then drink it all. Only then can they start their personal activities.

The Zoroastrians have clear hierarchies. Although there are open and covert struggles, daggers, poisons, bloody banquets, and games of thrones, it is almost a traditional practice for the lower class to overthrow the upper class and ignore the hierarchy. But the key point is that anyone, even if he has just come to power by breaking the rules, will immediately turn around and start supporting things like "tradition" and "superiority and inferiority".

Therefore, it has been repeatedly going back and forth between "clear class divisions, high and low, noble and humble" and "the lower class overthrowing the upper class, the collapse of rituals and music", while the tradition of fighting and bellicosity has made people believe that "the winner will not be condemned, and the loser should be crushed to pieces, his property confiscated and his family exterminated, which is justified."

Maintain class and break down hierarchy.

The two men washed up while the slave soldiers stood guard on the shore.

This is in the camp. If it were in the wild, where it was not absolutely safe, at least two slave soldiers would go into the water and take turns diving into the water to observe the surroundings to prevent any danger from lurking close by.

Seeing the two commanders coming, the military orderly guarding the water source trotted to the shore and asked the guards if their master needed slaves to serve him.

There are both female and male slaves, many of whom are newly captured mountain captives who have not been trained. However, it is a unique pleasure to hold their hands and feet and use them. Many nobles like to use untrained slaves, even if the feeling is only very bad compared to well-trained domestic slaves, but perhaps it is the feeling of conquering others and forcibly possessing them that makes people fascinated.

Malik had already vented his anger and was still feeling depressed about the mountain woman, so he did not ask for slaves to serve him. However, Sadiq had been running back and forth all the way and had not relaxed today, so he asked the service officer to bring two slaves, one male and one female. The female had to be an army soldier, not a captive, and she had to know how to please the nobles and serve; the male specifically wanted to be a mountain captive captured in the past few days, and he had to be of a strong temper.

Soon the service officer brought his men and a man and a woman as Sadiq requested.

The female slaves were covered with gauze and had no shackles on their feet. They walked alone and did not even need soldiers to watch over them.

The other man, with bronze skin, a strong physique, and hair tied into small braids hanging down his back, needed to be escorted by four guards. He was obviously unaware of his fate and followed the rules on the road.

There was still a whip mark on the face that looked quite masculine according to Xerxes' aesthetics. When he saw that the purpose the soldiers brought him to was the stream, there were two naked men bathing in the water. The strong man from the mountain was stunned at first, then he rushed to the right and knocked down a soldier by surprise.

The Xerxes soldier on his left was quick-witted and quick-handed. He thrust out his pointed stick, which sank into the mud and caught the shackles on the strong man's feet. The latter fell to the ground and was beaten and kicked by the soldiers who surrounded him.

"Don't make it dirty! This is for adults to enjoy!"

Seeing that the fight was almost over, the orderly scolded the soldiers for their behavior. The soldier who was knocked down wanted to spit on the prisoner, but after hearing this, he had no choice but to spit aside and then kicked the prisoner hard in the waist.

"What's your name? Slave, damned thing!" He cursed softly and threatened: "Just wait, damned thing, I will know your name in a moment, and then go to the fence to see if there are any relatives of yours among those dirty pigs, your mother, your sister, or your wife and daughter..."

The prisoner was sore all over from the beating, and he was very weak from eating very little in the past few days. However, he still reached out and grabbed the soldier's ankle, holding it tightly.

"Okay! Hurry up! Don't keep you waiting!" The service officer here couldn't help but urge him when he saw that Sadik had already landed and was being wiped by the slave soldiers.

Then the man was picked up and brought to Sadiq.

"I've always felt that while the mountain people might be backward, barbaric, and uncivilized, as slaves, they were definitely excellent."

Sadik, like a food critic, commented on the burly man who was pressed to the ground with his back facing him and his legs spread apart, and gave him affirmative praise.

"Crack! Crack!"

He patted a certain part, making a crisp sound, and his tense muscles brought a very good feel.

"Not bad."

"He's not much different from the warriors of the Bleo people. What's his origin?" Sadik shook his head and began to warm up.

The orderly nodded and replied, "It's said to be the eldest son of the tribe leader from the day before yesterday, the first warrior. Of course, you also know how vulnerable these ignorant tribesmen's so-called warrior titles are in front of the warriors of the Holy Flame."

Sadik nodded, enough preparation, and began the foreplay.

Soon, there was a violent churning sound on the grass, and even the ground seemed to be shaking slightly, like the last struggle of a creature being hunted by a wild beast before dying.

Screams of pain and the abuser's comfortable moans rang out at the same time.

"Hmph! Hmph! Uh ...

"Oh, yeah, nicegood~"

Chapter 20: Adwin

"Whoosh!"

"Squeak~!"

An arrow pierced the neck of a mountain deer that was grazing with its head down. It only had time to let out a howl before falling to the ground.

The other wild animals were alarmed and fled in all directions, but they were restricted by the fences and could only circle around in circles like headless flies.

"Pa, pa, pa!" A round of applause rang out, and the prince, wearing a gorgeous robe with the hem of his dress held up by several slaves, walked down from his altar-like chariot. This was the chariot given by the priest-king in the holy city of Pasarmend. It was decorated with five precious treasures, symbolizing all treasures, and incense made from a mixture of five precious spices, symbolizing the sacrifice to the gods.

The appearance of this chariot represents the supreme authority recognized by the Light Flame over the western territories of the Kingdom of Xerxes. The Grand Prince Satrap, who rules over the western provinces, has arrived here.

"Your arrows are still as accurate as they were then, my brother."

The archer hung his longbow on the wooden stake, walked quickly forward, shook the prince's hand, and bent down to kiss the jewel ring on his thumb.

"I am flattered by your praise. I am old, and my strength is not as strong as before, and my vision is not as sharp as before." Alik, the military minister of the Western Prince and half-brother of King Adwin, stroked his chest and replied modestly.

He alone is qualified to be humble before the king.

As for others, unless the prince explicitly asks them to answer, they don’t even have the qualifications to be humble. They just have to accept whatever the prince says with gratitude.

Hearing his brother's words, the majestic prince was stunned and said nothing more.

Adwin was younger than his brother. If his mother was not a slave girl with a sensitive status, then perhaps Alik should have sat on the throne of Satrap.

However, the relationship between Adwin and his brother has always been good. Alik was very grateful for the trust and importance Adwin gave him. He even never married in his life to show that he had no ambition or possibility to covet the throne. Even the heirs born by slaves were sent to the palace and handed over to his brothers for care, using this method to prove his loyalty.

Because of this, he was able to remain in his position as Minister of War, the top military official in the Western Territory, even after suffering several defeats against his old enemy, Brio...

"We are all the same, all the same."

The prince took off his gorgeous robe, and the slaves immediately stepped forward to hold up the robe that was about to fall to the ground. Adwin was only wearing a light and gorgeous armor and patted the military minister's shoulder.

He was still in his prime. In this world where lifespan could be very low or very high, with extremely large upper and lower limits, the average lifespan of a king, without the interference of mages, would be around eighty years old.

This is a situation where one dies of old age.

Taking into account situations such as war, civil unrest, and murder, a fifty-year-old king can be said to be an "old lion."

And Adwin has gradually reached this threshold.

He ruled for a long time. The previous generation of Satrap was killed by slaves in a palace strife. At that time, he was still in the holy city of Pasamund to train the ruler's offspring. The loyal slave soldiers sealed the palace and imprisoned all the concubines, slaves and their offspring except Adwin's mother. Anyone who caused unrest was immediately executed, and then a caravan was sent to welcome Adwin back to Herat to succeed to the throne.

Nearly thirty years have passed since he took power. He is no longer the energetic young man he once was. Now he is a mature ruler, a warrior who may be a little "ambitious" in the eyes of outsiders, but only those who are really close to him know that Adwin also likes to use cunning strategies.

He has ruled long enough.

But which king doesn’t want to rule for a long time and continuously?

The minister's words aroused Adwin's negative impression of the passage of time and aging. He didn't want to continue this topic, so he turned and looked at the young nobles and officers. Looking at their vigor and enthusiasm, he seemed to have found the feeling of being high-spirited in the past.

They were all full of life, and seemed to have endless energy. Because the military meeting had not yet been held and the prince had not officially appeared, they behaved relatively freely. Some were talking loudly, some were chatting in low voices, and some seemed bored and simply let the slaves serve them on the spot.

In the country established by the Zoroastrians, exposing oneself and serving are not shameful things. On the contrary, if one's slaves are trained well enough and their service skills are excellent enough, they will be envied by others.