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No matter how fancy your formation is, I will use my cannons to blow up your formation and then advance with my entire army.

Seeing that the enemy was about to open fire, the Athenian army, which had no range advantage, did not dare to stay where they were and allow the enemy to bombard them. They could only take the lead in launching a charge. The more than 400 spearmen who were temporarily recruited could not even line up in a stationary state, and once they started running, it became even more chaotic. They did not look like an army at all, but rather like a crowd of people in a downtown area.

Aenarion also ordered the artillery to fire. With the earth-shaking roar of artillery fire, fifteen heavy granite shells drew a perfect parabola in the air and slammed into the huge group of Athenian infantry. Amid the terrified screams of the Athenians, after smashing and tearing into pieces the bodies of several rows of soldiers, they slammed heavily into the ground, blasting out huge potholes. The shock wave carried sand, dust, and the soldiers' broken limbs and flesh, and was thrown several meters into the sky.

The shells that hit the ground still had some force left, and continued to run forward under the influence of inertia, plowing a deadly gully of flesh and blood and mud in the land and the army. After a round of bombardment, the zombies quickly cleaned the barrels, loaded the second round of shotgun shells, and fired again at the infantry that had already rushed over! Blast out a wave of iron-gray that covered the sky and the sun, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the enemies.

For a moment, the Athenian soldiers in the front row were like light and fragile glass products, being cut and torn into countless small pieces of flesh and blood by countless high-speed flying iron pieces and iron sand. These broken limbs and flesh then splashed in all directions, dragging blood. The soldiers in the second and third rows were slightly better off, but were also turned into funnels of flesh and blood by the flying iron sand. They flew backwards under the huge impact force and hit the soldiers in the fourth and fifth rows, throwing the entire formation into chaos!

The survivors of the two rounds of bombardment opened their eyes wide in horror, and found that the body parts and flesh of their neighbors were splattered all over their bodies. Their hands and cheeks were covered with the broken flesh and blood foam of their teammates. The strong smell of blood made some of the conscripts who were temporarily recruited kneel on the ground and spit out today's breakfast.

At this moment, Aenarion gave the order to attack. The half-giants, whose living environment was already extremely cruel, had no feelings when facing the dead. They raised their shields, formed into two square formations of one hundred people and advanced steadily, throwing javelins more than one meter long at the chaotic enemy. Over their heads, supporting arrows shot by archers kept flying, and the sharp whistling sound of flying weapons was deafening.

For a moment, arrows rained down and javelins flew like locusts. The Athenians fell in rows and their formation became a mess. After throwing three javelins, the heavy armored spearmen took off the spears hanging on their shoulders, formed a dense spear wall, and launched a charge under the leadership of two eagle flags!

The three hundred Khorne berserkers also circled from the flank, first throwing a round of flying axes and javelins, and then roaring "Blood sacrifice to the blood god!" with their ferocious attacks, tearing at the enemy's flank.

Francisco was a little numb from the charge. Artillery bombardment, cavalry assault, infantry sweep, this was the French military tactics invented by Joan of Arc twenty years ago, and the French have been using it ever since.

The opponent made some changes to this tactic based on his own weakness of not having cavalry. Could it be that the opponent was a French veteran? No, how could he, a Greek high elf, know what was happening on the other side of the European continent? !

At this moment, the battle situation is already very clear. Their conscripted infantry will not be able to hold out for long under the enemy's attack and cannot serve as the anvil in the hammer and anvil tactics. They can only concentrate the advantages of their cavalry and rush through the enemy's artillery and archer positions in one go to have a chance of survival.

Chapter 138: The Glory of Victory

"Mother, you will command the infantry here."

Seeing that Francisco's one hundred heavy cavalrymen were aiming at the artillery positions, Aenarion gave up his command and went on the battlefield himself. Firearms were not yet mature, and the heavy cavalry's dominance on the battlefield had not ended. The last time was a sneak attack, with zombies getting right in front of the enemy cavalry, preventing them from taking advantage of their speed and charge.

This time, he had to face a heavily armored cavalry that could launch a charge at any time.

Aenarion personally went to the front line. The five long golden spikes on the top of the Helm of the Sun looked like the flames of the sun, extremely dazzling under the sunlight. The morale of his own soldiers was boosted when they saw their commander personally coming to the battlefield, and the enemy also had a target to attack.

The thin Francisco, holding a lance with a banner embroidered with the glory of Christ, led a hundred heavy cavalrymen around the corrupt front battlefield and formed an extremely neat horizontal column, like a high wall of people and horses, blood and iron, and launched a mighty charge. The lances were tucked under the armpits of these knights from Western Europe, like the poisonous letters of evil dragons, charging towards them! The sound of horses' hooves crushing the ground was deafening!

When they were two hundred meters away from the artillery position, a military musician blew a majestic and high-pitched trumpet, and all the horses began to trot. When they were one hundred meters away, all the horses' paces began to accelerate and gallop at the second trumpet sound.

The cavalry was moving too fast. The artillery had just completed the second round of bombardment on the infantry and had no time to reload for five or six minutes. In the instant the enemy launched the charge, Aenarion and Artemisia used their minds to control 140 zombies to give up loading the artillery. Holding muskets with bayonets in their right hands and carrying shields, they formed a dense square of twenty-eight by five directly in front of the cannon to counter the charge.

Behind this dense formation are ten ogre zombies armed with lead-spraying cannons.

Francisco was confused when he looked at the formation. He didn't know what the other side meant. Those Ogre Lead Sprayers were using shotgun shells. If you put them behind the zombies, wouldn't they accidentally injure friendly forces when they fire?

Moreover, this 28x5 square formation is so tight that it can resist cavalry charges to a certain extent with mass and numbers, but your zombies are musketeers! Do you really add a bayonet to use as a spear? With such a dense formation, the zombies in the second row can't aim and fire.

When the two sides were less than 20 meters apart, the third horn sounded from the charging Athenian knights. More than a hundred heavily armored knights completely relaxed their restraints on their war horses, letting the precious war horses charge at full speed! The sharp spear tips pierced the zombies!

At the same time, Aenarion roared and gave orders, asking the first row of zombies, the only ones who could be targeted in the dense formation, to pull the trigger!

In an instant, twenty-eight bullets roared out with brilliant flames and rising smoke! The distance was less than twenty meters, and the target was still a hundred knights charging densely. Even a blind man could hit such a huge target! The dozen knights and horses who were rushing in the front fell to the ground helplessly, accompanied by a bunch of fleeting blood.

But the next second, sharp lances instantly pierced through the zombies' cold bodies, green preservative liquid splashed out, and the lances even smashed the shields on their backs after piercing through their bodies, and pierced into the second zombie's body, instantly creating a large number of zombie meat skewers. The heavy cavalry directly abandoned their lances and drew out their spare long swords, shouting and fighting! One sword chopped off a zombie's head!

The galloping war horses were like out-of-control cars, crashing into the enemies with unparalleled ferocity. The zombies were hit with broken bones and rotten flesh, and flew backwards like kites with broken strings, knocking the zombies behind them to the ground as well.

But at the same time, the bayonets of their muskets also pierced deeply into the chests of the horses and knights. The force was mutual. The harder these heavy cavalry charged, the more severe the injuries they suffered from the bayonets.

The zombies in the first row were almost all killed the moment they encountered the heavy cavalry charge, their chests pierced by lances and their bodies crushed by horses' hooves.

The zombies in the second row also suffered heavy losses under the lances, but they used their spears and bayonets to inflict some damage to the enemy, slowing down the charge of the war horses.

The third group of zombies faced the knights' swords and the war horses whose speed was gradually decreasing. They did not hesitate to use their bayonets to fight back and pulled the triggers, firing the bullets that had been loaded long ago. While they were chopped by the swords and knocked away by the war horses, they also inflicted considerable damage to the cavalry with the bayonets and bullets in their hands, using the lifeless flesh and blood of the dead to force a high-intensity exchange with the cavalry.

The zombies in the fourth row were only knocked back a few steps by the horses, but at the cost of a large number of casualties, they successfully stopped the cavalry charge. The bayonets took advantage of their length to bypass the horses' heads and fought bloody battles with the knights wielding long swords on horseback! The roars of the zombies, the neighing of the horses, the roars of the knights, and the clanging of the steel blades colliding rose to the sky!

After one hundred Athenian knights trampled and destroyed four rows of zombies in succession, the power of the horses' charge had completely disappeared, and the losses were quite heavy. The fourth row of zombies was not completely killed, but the formation was only broken. The heavy cavalry was like the last mast and oars at this moment, and was no longer able to break through the spear wall of the fifth, which was also the last row of zombies.

In one charge, the knights exchanged more than 30 lives for more than 110 zombies, a ratio of about 1 to 4.

Logically speaking, by this point in the battle, the troops with a casualty rate of over 80% would have long since collapsed in morale and fled in all directions. The mission of destroying the artillery position would have been accomplished, and if they were lucky, they could kill Aenarion in one fell swoop, and then launch a devastating cavalry charge behind the archers or heavily armored spearmen.

However, they were zombies, zombies controlled by Aenarion, and they were not afraid of death at all.

The last thirty or so zombies still launched a counterattack without fear, and entangled with the cavalry who had lost their charging strength, delaying time and preventing them from leaving the battlefield.

At this moment, Aenarion also took out his last trump card. Ten ogre lead-sprayers, holding ten one-pound cannons, lit the fuses of the lead-spraying cannons and launched a round of shotgun bombardment at the remaining thirty or so zombies and more than sixty knights who had lost their charging strength, indiscriminately bombarding all targets on the battlefield!

Amid the deafening roar, the high-speed flying iron sand and whistling fragments mercilessly tore and pierced through the flesh and blood of the zombies and knights, creating a dazzling red and green fireworks on the battlefield full of corpses! It was the warm blood of the knights and the horrible color of the zombies' preservative liquid.

This is just a simple arithmetic problem. To create a zombie, I only need 5 mana points, materials with an additional value of 25 silver coins, and a complete corpse. For a rich corpse, an additional 7 mana points and some magic transformation time are required.

As a heavy cavalryman, not to mention the training time which is measured in years, even the chain mail, spear, helmet, warhorse, saddle, and other equipment combined cost more than 500 silver coins.

Don't even mention four for one now, even if it's twenty-five zombies for one heavily armored cavalryman, you're still losing money. But one hundred and forty zombies for one hundred heavily armored knights, it's a profit no matter how you look at it.

The Athenian cavalry was stunned by a round of shotgun shells that did not distinguish between friend and foe. More than thirty zombies and more than sixty cavalrymen fell down like weeds after a round of shotgun shells. Corpses were scattered all over the ground and blood flowed like a river. Now only more than thirty heavy cavalrymen were still able to stand, and all of them were injured.

The wounded war horses were extremely frightened by the long-term roar of muskets and artillery fire and were difficult to control. Some horses directly threw their owners off the saddles!

At this moment, under the command of the young drow woman, the two hundred archers gave up attacking the defeated Athenian infantry, and poured overwhelming arrows directly on the heads of more than thirty heavy cavalrymen. Astariel also understood Aenarion's tactics, and directly bombarded the cavalry with large-scale fireballs. Aenarion raised his hand and cast a Death Coil, blasting a flesh and blood fissure the size of a skull on the chest of a heavy cavalryman!

Francisco opened his mouth tremblingly, but no sound came out. He looked around the battlefield in despair, at the heavy cavalry, which had been reduced to a mere shred and in a panic, and the conscripted infantry, who were doomed to be defeated. He drew the Kane sword once again, abandoned all his troops once again, and fled the battlefield.

At this moment, Aenarion no longer cared about the life or death of the Grand Duke of Athens. According to the intelligence of the Knights Hospitaller, the Athenian cavalry was only armed with these two hundred people, and they had been wiped out in these two battles. Even if he escaped back, what could he do?

Chapter 139: Blood God's Mark

At the end of the battle, the infantry suffered almost no losses. The lightly-armored infantrymen temporarily recruited by Athens, after being blown up by shotgun shells, were completely defeated by the impact of the heavily-armored soldiers and were unable to cause any effective damage.

His 140 corpses were annihilated in the attempt to resist the cavalry charge, but they managed to kill 77 of the enemy's heavy armored cavalry by means of their weapons, and the last 23 cavalrymen surrendered one after another.

The army stayed on the battlefield to rest for a while. Aenarion collected some bodies of Athenians, performed necromancy rituals on the spot, restored the organization of some zombie musketeers, and then, with a mighty army, arrived at Athens at 4:04 pm on June 15th.

At this moment, all the combat soldiers of the Grand Duke of Athens had been defeated, and there were only two or three archers on the top of the city. Seeing hundreds of Aenarion's men trembling in fear, the servants moved a chair inlaid with gold and gems to the top of the city wall.

Francisco took off his armor, put on his most luxurious and solemn court robe, and strode to the top of the city wall. He held the Blade of Khaine in his left hand and a golden cross in his right hand. He sat majestically on the throne of the Grand Duke of Athens, with his back to Aenarion's army, gazing at the grass and trees in the city of Athens that he once ruled.

His two underage sons and beautiful wife also stood beside him in fear, waiting for the end to come. The Bishop of Athens stood beside the four, holding the Bible, and prayed the final prayer for the ruler.

"Hey! Respected Grand Duke of Athens, the days of you teleporting away at will are over. Give me the Sword of Cain and surrender! I will treat you according to the etiquette of the nobility."

While trying to persuade them to surrender, Aenarion looked at the top of the city wall in confusion. He really didn't know why the other side didn't surrender when it had come to this point. Why were they still fighting with him? What was the point of making such a big fuss?

"If you want it, come up and get it yourself."

Francisco sat calmly in the chair, tidied his appearance elegantly, kissed the cross in his hand, then stood up and turned around, looking calmly at Aenarion's army and his own strange road.

"Aenarion, I have heard about you. You are just a privateer captain. The position of the Grand Duke of Athens has been passed down in my family for four generations. My ancestor grandfather and hereditary father spent their entire lives trying to seize this position. I can't just live and tarnish the honor of my family by surrendering to a group of pirates. Attack the city! Nobles have their own way of dying. You know the rules."

You made such a big scene, do you want to die in a dignified manner?

Ah, Angel White was also unwilling to marry off her daughter directly because she was a commoner. She had to wait until she had established herself in a certain place and obtained a noble title before marrying her off.

You nobles have really strange ways of thinking.

Aenarion didn't want to risk another round of artillery fire costing 2000 silver coins just for a city that was within his grasp, so he made a final attempt to persuade the enemy to surrender.

"Respected Grand Duke of Athens, look at your delicate wife and your two underage sons. Do you really want to take them with you to die with this city just because I am a civilian and do not want to surrender? Look, your son is crying when he sees my cannon."

Aenarion said calmly, and Francisco looked at the two children standing beside the throne, their old faces showing a trace of pity.

"I have a proposal that will benefit both of us. You are the Duke of the Crusades and have the right to confer me the title of Knight of the Crusades. In this way, I will also be a nobleman, and then you can surrender to me without shame."

Francisco raised his eyebrows in surprise, and after thinking for a while, he discovered that there seemed to be such a loophole in the feudal etiquette of Western Europe. If I knight him, then if I surrender to Aenarion, it will not bring disgrace to my family's reputation.

Francisco looked at his wife and children who were trembling with fear. Even though he had a way to retreat, he could not bear to drag his wife and children to be buried with him. He was silent for a while, ordered his men to open the gate, and to the sound of meaningless drums, he walked up to Aenarion's army with a sword in hand.

In wartime, all formalities must be simplified. As the victor, Aenarion knelt on his knees, while Francisco, as the loser, stood in front of him, drew out the sword Cain, placed the rusty blade on Aenarion's left shoulder, and recited a large number of holy texts for the canonization of knights word for word. Then he handed Aenarion a piece of paper and asked him to read the knight's oath written on it, and declared the eight virtues of chivalry that basically no one would abide by.

Finally, he gave the sword of Cain in his hand to Aenarion as a token of knighthood - he didn't know why this man was interested in a rusty sword. If it weren't for the teleportation function, I would have thrown it away long ago.

Aenarion held the sword of Khaine in his hand, and a mysterious feeling came from the sword. This sword was useless in the hands of Catholic Christ. However, when the sword of Khaine was held by this faithless man, the whole sword emitted an imperceptible dim red light. The palm of his right hand holding the hilt felt a burning pain, and the seal of Bloody Hand Khaine was branded on his palm.

[Mark of Murder·Killing Mastery]: Once a day, fall into a barbarian frenzy state for 30 seconds, Strength +4, Constitution +4, without any negative effects.

When a barbarian goes berserk, it will give the user a huge increase in strength and physique, but this madness will also make the barbarian's brain angry and congested, causing him to lose the precision of his movements and be unable to concentrate. After the berserk ends, he will feel extremely tired.

The God of Murder's rage is extremely elegant and gorgeous. Unlike ordinary barbarians, his murderous rage does not have any negative effects. He can cast spells normally and perform fine movements. Although the number of uses and restrictions are very poor, it looks okay overall.

"From this day forward, High Elf Aenarion, you are a holy and fearless Crusader Knight. From now on, I will be your lord in the court, your comrade in the battlefield, and your fellow believer in the temple."

Francisco did not realize that the other party was not a Christian at all. After saying the last sentence of the ceremony, he handed the sword of Khaine to Aenarion, then knelt down on the spot and knocked his forehead deeply on the ground. Aenarion, holding the sword of Khaine, stood in front of him. The ceremony of knighting seamlessly switched to a ceremony of surrender among the nobles.

"And, I surrender."

With the surrender of the Grand Duke of Athens, the entire gates of Athens opened wide, like a mature and coquettish beauty, spreading her legs, lifting her skirt, waiting for the conqueror to enter.

"My mother told me to take Athens within forty days, but now it has only taken me thirty-five days. It seems that you have to marry me."

Aenarion leaned close to Astarielle and whispered something. Astarielle blushed immediately and was about to run away, but Aenarion smiled and pulled her into his arms. He rode on his red rabbit horse, holding the shy Astarielle in his arms, and led the army into Athens with the attitude of a victor.

Chapter 140: Zhuoer's Wedding

The first thing they did after entering Athens was to hold the wedding as agreed. Angel White was determined not to let his daughter suffer any injustice, so he held a grand wedding at his own expense, which cost tens of thousands of silver coins. He invited all the dignitaries in Athens to attend. Every civilian household also received a bottle of wine, a roast chicken, and a large piece of honey as a gift. He also unconditionally released all the captured conscripted soldiers so that they could return home safely, which made the more than 8,000 people in the city have a much better impression of the new ruler.

Normally, the wedding should be held in a church and blessed by a Christian priest, but Aenarion was a nonbeliever who believed in nothing, and Astariel's whole family were followers of Tzeentch, and her mother was a Muslim drow elf, so they simply held a drow-style wedding in the Governor's Mansion.

When the wedding began, all the people in the city came out of their rooms and blessed the union of the two in the streets. Aenarion cast inert armor and used his psionic power to weave himself the most luxurious gold-studded armor.

Wearing a sun helmet and a Kane sword on his waist, he strode into the mansion surrounded by ten strong ogres and amid the excited cheers of the Athenian people.

Led by her mother, Astariel slowly entered the scene. The two looked and had almost identical figures.

However, Astariel's fair skin and delicate bones were draped in a dignified and elegant white wedding dress. Her golden hair was adorned with an exquisite, luxurious silver headdress. Two eye-catching golden ribbons crossed around her slender neck, delicate collarbone, and the proud snow-white and soft mountains, propping up her heavy breasts to reveal a more perfect and moving shape. The slender skirt hem covered her jade feet, and the whole person looked extremely youthful and sweet.

Angel White, on the other hand, was wearing a light midnight silk dress, holding her daughter's arm affectionately. Her long silver hair flowed down to her ankles like a waterfall, dotted with elegant black roses. Her mature and plump body and young and beautiful face were almost perfectly integrated. Pieces of plump violet flesh and charming curves were faintly visible under the almost transparent black silk. Countless red strings turned into a one-piece fishing net dress, which was bound on her mature and sexy body, revealing finger-sized diamond-shaped pieces of flesh on her delicate and weak purple skin, which had a restrained beauty.

Inarion stared at the shy, youthful and lovely Astariel, and then at Ange, who looked exactly like her but was graceful, mature and beautiful. His heartbeat and breathing began to speed up, and he was completely confused. Before he knew it, they exchanged rings and said vows to each other. Then, amid the cheers of the guests, Inarion hugged Astariel, who was so shy that she covered her face with her hands, and strode into the bridal chamber.

"Mother, we have already entered the bridal chamber. Do you think you should step aside?"

Aenarion looked at Anjie who came in with him and felt a little confused.

"What are you talking about? Silly boy, since we have separated from the Ottoman Empire and the Angelos family, the wedding should be held according to the standards of the Drow. It's enough to just go through the superficial ceremony. Now is the time to officially sign the marriage contract."

Angel gracefully took off her black gauze dress, and now, her mature and plump body was left with only the rose-red fishnet dress. The rose-red fishnet was deeply embedded in her sexy body and two violet breasts, revealing pieces of soft and sexy purple flesh, which contrasted beautifully with her rose-red lipstick, eyeshadow, and fingernails and toenails.

Aenarion was stunned for a moment, and the next second, the long-widowed drow woman began to act. Her slender violet hands, like two cold jades, gently took Aenarion's hands, let him sit on the edge of the bed, and used her dexterous red tongue to unbutton his pants. The marble pillar that had long been like a pillar of marble jumped out of his clothes and slapped heavily on the widow's flushed face.

"Don't be surprised, child. This is a necessary ritual for the drow elves. Come, let your mother take care of you."

Anjie knelt gracefully before Aenarion, raised her delicate chin, and gazed into his eyes with alluring charm. Her seductive red lips were like a fallen abyss, and she slowly took hold of Aenarion's marble pillar. Her clever red tongue was like a soul-stealing venomous snake, wrapping around the hot stone wall, licking and sucking gently.

Legend has it that the drow are extremely lustful and depraved, and their skills are even better than those of succubi. Now, Aenarion knows that this is true. The difficulty of staying in her mouth is even as difficult as plucking the essence of a six-armed succubus. Fortunately, he has made considerable progress in several actions of plucking the demon's cauldron.

Angel served him with her red lips for dozens of minutes, until her lips were numb. Her beautiful eyes, full of charm, looked into Aenarion's eyes with three parts of surprise, three parts of resentment, three parts of begging, and one part of blatant lust, and only then did she let him ejaculate in her mouth.

Angel narrowed her eyes in satisfaction, closed her lips, and swallowed everything in her lips. Her slender jade fingers rubbed the corners of her mouth teasingly, stained with some rose-red lip gloss, and drew a horizontal line on the inside of her thigh.

"Wow, your endurance is far beyond my imagination, but this is just the beginning."

The young drow woman slowly stood up, and under Aenarion's stunned gaze, she threw Astariel onto the bed and kissed her red lips skillfully. With one hand, she untied her bra strap and kneaded her daughter's proudly erect breasts. With the other hand, she lifted up her wedding dress and gently stroked and scratched her daughter's petals and clitoris with her slender rose-red nails, allowing Astariel's body to quickly get into the mood.

At the same time, the beautiful drow woman raised her plump buttocks, which were outlined and wrapped in rose-red desire, high up, swaying in the air like a bunch of violet lustful flowers. Aenarion understood what she meant, and while his mother was playing with his wife, he sank his ten fingers into the two plump and round buttocks, prying them apart, and the marble pillar drove straight into the already muddy path.

Aenarion sucked in a breath of cold air. In an instant, countless hot and juicy pieces of flesh crowded in from all directions, automatically fitting every wrinkle and every inch of skin. The heavy feeling of oppression and the almost vacuum-like tightness were even more exaggerated than that of the six-armed demon.

Anjie, who had not been moistened for more than 50 years, sighed with satisfaction. She shook her slender waist, which contrasted sharply with her plump buttocks, hitting, tightening, and swaying again and again, giving the two of them a great pleasure.

It was an almost perfect experience. At the same time, with her hands and tender lips, she launched a fierce attack like a storm against Estariel under her. Under the skills of this beautiful mature woman, a group of newlywed couples arrived at the happy night raid, group 6; 94 93 '6①'③5 peak.

"Very good. With that, you are all ready to enter the flesh."

Anjie climbed up tremblingly, rubbing her index finger on the lip gloss, and drew a second horizontal line on the inside of her plump and round thighs. Then she knelt in the middle of the big bed, hugged her daughter in her arms, crossed her arms around her daughter's pair of white silk legs, and made her legs open in an M shape, revealing the mysterious and attractive golden forest. Her violet ten fingers kneaded the two moist and trembling lower lips, pried them apart to reveal the mysterious red membrane inside, and aimed at Aenarion.

"Come on, I have already guided you into the best state. Now, enter my daughter's perfect body and experience bliss. It will be a little painful at first, but it will pass soon."

Anjie kissed her daughter's cheek which was red due to extreme shyness, and Aenarion was not polite either. At this moment, the two of them had reached a state of extreme excitement under the training of their mother. The marble column passed over the ten fingers and lips, drove straight in, smashed the last layer of defense with a devastating force, and hit the center of the flower heavily.

"what--"

Astariel let out a cry of pain, but her red lips were immediately kissed by her mother. The red tongue, as nimble as a venomous snake, gently licked and knocked open her daughter's teeth, allowing the pair of nimble red tongues to entangle with each other, leaving behind trails of obscene saliva.

After Aenarion waited for the other party to feel the pain, he began to move slowly, and then gradually accelerated, caressing the pair of snow-capped peaks that were as proud as her mother's with his hands, kneading them into various exciting shapes. Angel felt sorry for her daughter, and hugged Astariel the whole time, kissing her red lips constantly, and his hands also began to attack her sensitive ears and clitoris, making her delicate body in the wedding dress tremble wildly in bliss, and with the cooperation of the two, they reached the peak of bliss again and again.

Angel drew a horizontal line on the inside of Astarielle's white thigh with her left hand, calculating her son-in-law's endurance. Then, she crawled on the bed in a doggy style, raising her plump violet buttocks high. Astarielle seemed to have learned a lot from her mother during this period. She lay obediently on her mother's back, also sticking out two petals of snow-white buttocks, and presented a pair of pink caves flowing with obscene white liquid, and two chrysanthemums, one white and one purple, to Inarion for him to pick.

Two sexy bodies, one youthful and immature, and the other beautiful and mature, with four petals of white and tender flesh and lavender and plump flesh stacked together, complementing each other.

Looking at the mother and daughter stacked together, Aenarion slapped and kneaded the four beautiful buttocks, and the spear under his crotch randomly stabbed into any of the four holes, venting his desires and energy that had grown wildly after becoming a demon hunter again and again. Astariel was the first to be unable to hold on, and fell asleep in ecstasy and exhaustion. The muddy insides of her thighs were covered with positive words written on them by Angel White with rose-red lipstick.

The young lady was still full of energy at this moment. One white, one purple, two naked bodies covered with sweat were entangled fiercely. The dim candlelight reflected alluring halos on their wet skin. Sweat, saliva, and obscene fluid intertwined together, completely soaking the sheets under them. Until the faint light appeared in the east, the young lady, whose legs were full of positive words, felt the emptiness of fifty years and got initial satisfaction. She hugged her son-in-law with satisfaction and fell asleep.

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Chapter 141: Knight Family