The Chosen of Slaanesh in Infinite Worlds

The softness of her chest was roughly pinched and rubbed in someone's hands. Ingrid almost cried in pain, but the itch in her heart was unexpectedly satisfied.

Her thoughts were exposed so directly that Ingrid was too shy to look Link in the eye.

Indeed, with her gold-level strength, how could she not sense someone passing by the door? And she even left the door ajar?

"Look at you. You left the door open on purpose just to let me in. Hehe, your touch feels better than Shiranui and the others. Ingrid, you were born to seduce men, right?"

"Ah... Master Link... You can't blame me for everything! You make so much noise with Azaji, Violina and the others every night, I... I would also... I would also feel lonely..."

Link pinched and pulled Ingrid's sensitive buds hard. Soon, they were covered with red scratches, and Ingrid had already lay on the bed, panting.

"Actually, Ingrid, I've wanted to press you down on the bed like this for a long time. You can be more frank with me at other times. If you want, just come to me!"

As Link said this, he unzipped his pants, took out the big iron rod that had been standing upright, and hit Ingrid's face a few times.

"what...!"

Seeing the huge thing in front of her, Ingrid's seductive eyes were obviously stunned.

It’s so big, can I really go in?

"No! No! Master Link... I don't want it anymore. It's so big... I can't fit in!"

Ingrid struggled with her legs to escape, but Link didn't tolerate her and directly pinched her chin: "Ingrid, be good, Asha and Shiranui are fine, do you want to say that you are not as good as them? Come on, open your mouth and take it in!"

With her chin pinched, Ingrid could only hold the huge iron rod pitifully in her mouth, whimpering: "Wuwuwu...!"

Link laughed evilly, "Come, let me touch you, my sexy female knight Ingrid, are you wet now?"

As he spoke, Link's hand slid along Ingrid's beautiful legs, reached between her legs, and began to rub the secret garden there.

Sizzle...sizzle...

The fingers ruthlessly entered the delicate pink flower path. Because it was the first time, it was very tight, like a delicious meal that had never been tasted by anyone.

“Hmm… Master Link… Stop touching me. I won’t let you touch me there… No… No…”

Ingrid squeezed her legs together to try to resist, but she could do nothing about Link's rough big hands. She could clearly feel that Link's fingers had touched her most precious membrane.

Link snorted and laughed: "Little slut, you're wet so quickly."

Link smeared the flower juice on his fingers onto his iron rod, then rubbed it maliciously on Ingrid's lips, asking her to open her mouth and taste him.

“No…wuwu…!”

Link held her head down forcefully and pinched her nose with one hand, forcing her to open her mouth wide to breathe and then hold his thick iron rod in her mouth.

The iron rod forced its way into the warm mouth. Link thrust his unmuscular waist into Ingrid's mouth, ramming it back and forth, making pleasant sounds: "Oh... Ingrid's little mouth is so comfortable, it's not inferior to Asha and the others at all!"

Hearing the praise, Ingrid, who had gradually adapted to the situation, seemed to work even harder. Her tender pink tongue naturally wrapped around the huge iron rod and moved it back and forth in her mouth, making Link roll his eyes in pleasure.

141. Crisis is coming

This was done three times in a row. When it was almost time for dinner, Link let go of Ingrid, who was so exhausted that she was kneeling on the ground, licking the iron rod with an obsessive look on her face.

While helping Ingrid into the bathroom to wash up, Link had another good time.

Although Ingrid's body is not as white and delicate as Asha and Shiranui, her healthy wheat-colored skin is very firm and smooth, and feels different when kneaded.

All in all, it has a unique flavor.

It's nice to change up your taste once in a while, isn't it?

At night, the banquet hall was brightly lit, and all kinds of exquisite tableware sparkled brightly under the lights.

Everyone was chatting and laughing, or savoring the delicacies on the table. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious.

Octavia sat among them, but her eyes kept drifting towards Link who was sitting not far away.

She noticed that beneath Link's seemingly ordinary appearance, there was an indescribable charm, especially when he showed his calmness and wisdom while talking and laughing, which made her curious.

Occasionally, her eyes would unconsciously slide towards Link's bulging crotch, and ripples would arise in her heart.

She thought to herself, "How big is that guy? Is he as hidden as he looks?"

This thought flashed through her mind, but she quickly suppressed it. After all, this was not a thought a noble lady should have.

However, her abnormality was still caught by the careful Link.

He put down the cutlery in his hand, walked towards Octavia with a smile, and asked with concern: "What's wrong, Mrs. Octavia, are you feeling unwell? You look a little off."

Upon hearing this, Octavia's cheeks flushed instantly. She quickly waved her hands to deny it: "No, no, I was just thinking about something else and was a little absent-minded."

After saying that, she lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly, secretly thanking Link for not seeing through her thoughts.

Seeing this, Link did not ask any more questions, but turned to talk about the defense of Mislina City: "Now, the defense of Mislina City has been strengthened. You can fully trust those warriors wearing strange armor. With them here, you don't have to worry about external threats for the time being. Madam Octovia can think about how to solve the internal hidden dangers in the city with peace of mind during this time."

Octovia straightened her face when she heard this. Although she knew nothing about managing a city, as the city lord's wife, she had to take on this responsibility when Count George was seriously injured and unconscious.

She took a deep breath and asked, "Do you have any ideas, Mr. Link?"

Link pondered for a moment and said slowly: "It is obvious that those chambers of commerce are definitely involved in this incident. Otherwise, this kind of behavior of adding insult to injury is too coincidental. We have no other choice but to take this opportunity to cure the poison by scraping the bone. It is better to suffer a short pain than a long one. We should completely abandon those blood-sucking chambers of commerce and develop our own trading team."

As he spoke, he enjoyed the food on the table. His calm and unhurried attitude made Octovia secretly admire him.

She found that many of Link's concepts and ideas were completely different from hers, yet they were full of novelty and foresight, which opened her eyes.

The two chatted until late at night, and had in-depth discussions and plans on issues such as Mislina City's future recruitment, construction, return of lost population, and economic recovery.

The more Ottovia listened, the more she felt that Link's idea was feasible, and she couldn't help but feel more grateful and respectful towards him.

"Mr. Link, thanks to you being here, I will arrange the things we talked about tonight as soon as possible."

Octavia said gratefully, "As for the funding issue, I will find a way to get some from my parents. I will definitely not let you waste it in vain."

Hearing this, Link smiled slightly and said, "It's okay. It's getting late. I'll leave first. Madam, you should also go to bed early."

Octavia nodded, and suddenly remembered something, and said, "Mr. Link, you can take these cakes as a midnight snack. You have been busy all night, and you must be hungry."

Link was not polite, he took the cake with a smile and said, "Okay, thank you ma'am, I'm starting to feel hungry."

However, just as he reached out to take the pastry, he suddenly sensed something.

He was slightly stunned, then suddenly grabbed Octavia's wrist, which was holding the pastry, and pulled her into his arms!

At the same time, a set of sun-wheel armor shining with golden light suddenly appeared and wrapped his whole body.

Almost at the same time, two poisoned dark green arrows shot through the window and whizzed into the room. One arrow hit where Octavia had just sat and was firmly nailed to the wall, with the tail of the arrow still trembling slightly; while the other arrow landed on Link's Sun Wheel Armor, making a crisp "clang" sound, and then slid weakly to the ground without causing any damage.

"Damn, there's an assassin!" Link's face darkened and he quickly protected Octovia behind him.

The sound of glass shattering when the window was shot through quickly attracted the attention of other people in the mansion, and for a moment, the entire mansion became restless.

Octavia was held tightly in Link's arms. She could clearly feel Link's strong and reliable chest and broad, powerful palms.

Her heartbeat quickened and her face flushed.

However, at this moment, she suddenly felt something hard, bulging, pressing against her buttocks.

She was startled and couldn't help thinking, "Is it a weapon? Or... that thing? If it is that thing, it must be too big, right? It hasn't even become its hardest and largest, but it's already... this size?"

She looked at Link at a loss, only to find that Link was staring out the window intently, looking for traces of the assassin.

She had no choice but to suppress the throbbing and shyness in her heart and wait quietly for the development of the situation.

Soon, Ashaji and others appeared in the room.

When they saw the scene in front of them, they were stunned for a moment, then they quickly reacted and began to check every corner of the room.

Octavia also left Link's arms. Although she was still a little flustered, her expression had returned to calm.

"Lord Link, do we need to chase him?" Ashaji asked.

There was a cold gleam in her eyes, and she was obviously very angry that someone dared to assassinate her in the mansion.

Link shook his head and said, “No need, the person has already run far away.

Moreover, since they dared to come and assassinate me, they must have made full preparations and plans for retreat."

After saying that, he picked up the two arrows on the ground. The places where the poison was applied on the arrows were still sizzling. It was obvious that they were highly corrosive and poisonous. It should be the same poison that City Lord George was poisoned with, which meant that they were probably from the same gang.

After a moment's silence, he continued, "Give the order to dispatch some machine gunners to strengthen the defense of the mansion. At the same time, surveillance and patrols outside the city must not be relaxed. The rats in the city are already getting restless, and the enemies outside the city should also take action."

"Yes!" Ashaji and others responded in unison, and then quickly left the room to carry out the order.

Link looked at the arrows in his hand and thought to himself, "These two arrows were obviously meant to assassinate Ottovia, and the arrow that was shot at me was just a by-product. After all, if she is killed, the power and command structure of the city will completely collapse. However, judging from the fluctuations of fighting spirit attached to the arrows, the opponent's strength should be only around silver, so there is no need to worry."

After Link arranged everything, Octavia also returned to her room.

She tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep, and the events of the night kept replaying in her mind.

Especially when she was held in Link's arms, the solid, reliable and warm feeling made her feel an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

She knew that she couldn't have any improper thoughts about Link, after all, she was the wife of Count George and the lady of the mayor of Mislina City. But she couldn't control the fluctuations and throbbing in her heart.

"what..."

Octavia's hands slowly moved to her lower abdomen and began to rub it, her cheeks flushed.

The next morning, Link was awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

He rubbed his hazy eyes, sat up and asked, "What happened? Captain Cooper."

The visitor was Jack Cooper, the captain of the city defense guard who was originally in charge of Mislina City.

He said anxiously, "Master Link, the patrol team outside the city did not return on time this morning, and there was a smell of blood coming from the northwest. Something might have happened."

Link frowned when he heard this, and quickly put on his clothes and got out of bed.

He said in a deep voice: "Very good, Captain Cooper, please inform me immediately if you have confirmed the enemy situation."

Cooper nodded and replied, "Don't worry, Master Link!"

After saying that, he turned and left to arrange the city defense troops.

Soon, the city defenders of Mislina climbed up the city wall.

They gripped their spears and bows tightly, used the city walls to form a common defensive formation, and waited in full battle array within the walls of Mislina.

The whole city seemed to be shrouded in a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Soon after, a slight tremor was felt from the ground, and fine dust was shaking in the air.

Link stood on the city wall and looked into the distance. He saw a large number of enemies running towards him from a distance, and then stopped not far outside the city wall, staring at them from a distance.

The cavalrymen were clad in armor as black as ink and stood still like sculptures without making much noise.

The spears in their hands were slightly raised, and their formation was meticulous. It was obvious that each of them was an elite soldier.

Among these cavalrymen, there are also some magicians.

They wore robes, held magic wands, and looked solemn. Link knew that these magicians would cause indelible damage to the walls of Mislina.

Once the city wall is lost and these cavalrymen rush into the city, it will be a one-sided massacre!

Inside the city of Mislina, Kuber looked at the enemy troops below the city, his face becoming increasingly heavy.

As a veteran of the battlefield, he could tell that this was a very elite team. Their equipment, training, and discipline far surpassed those of ordinary thieves or mercenaries.

despair!despair!despair!

Soon, the leader of the cavalry team came to the front of the team on horseback alone and stood under the city of Mislina.

His exquisite dark purple mail armor gleamed brightly in the golden sunlight. A sharp sword hung at his waist. His broad right hand lifted the visor on his helmet, revealing the face of a humble middle-aged man.

His eyes revealed a calm and determined look, as if he could handle any difficulties with ease.

142. War Movement

"Very good. They were able to reorganize the originally demoralized and scattered city defense forces in such a short time and form a force that cannot be ignored. The new adventurer mentioned in the intelligence is obviously not an ordinary person. He is a character with extraordinary means and courage."

However, despite his talent, he unfortunately stood on a stage where he was about to fall.

The middle-aged man stood in the distance, looking deeply at the soldiers on the city wall who were ready to go and in high spirits, his tone full of regret and helplessness.

He knew that no matter how brave these soldiers were, they were doomed to fail in today's battle, because they were facing a well-trained and well-equipped enemy with powerful support behind them.

"Today, these brave soldiers will die here." The middle-aged man sighed softly, as if mourning for these lives that were about to pass away.

His eyes once again focused on a figure on the city wall—Jack Cooper, captain of the city defense force.

He smiled playfully and said, "Jack Cooper, I recognize you. As the leader of the city defense army, you did not choose to abandon the city and flee, which is indeed impressive. However, unfortunately, we are ordered to come here, and today we must take your head. I think you should not mind, right?"

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's eyes revealed strong murderous intent and ridicule.