Is this cheat code from Bika? Just do it!

The two didn't stop for a moment, passionately kissing and removing each other's clothes, and led by Link slowly towards the bedroom.

Their clothes were scattered all over the floor, and by the time they finally reached the bedroom, they were naked.

Link carried Asagi to the bed, where Asagi's cheeks were already flushed.

"I'm coming, Asha-ji?"

"Um...I'm...ready..."

Having received Asagi's approval, Link naturally didn't wait any longer.

Raise your gun, take aim, and begin the charge!

The massive club rammed deep into Asagi's body in one go, securing her first kill!

"Ouch! That hurts! Ugh!"

Asagi felt like she was being torn apart. Her swan-like, long, white neck arched back, her neat, white teeth gently biting her red lips, and her hands tightly gripping Link's arms.

The fingernails dug deep into the muscle due to excessive force, which was quite unbearable.

Then, a tingling, intensely sour sensation in her lower abdomen made her groan softly. Her slender, fair toes opened wide in response to the intense stimulation, her big toe forcefully curling into a crescent moon.

Link took a deep breath and thrust downwards forcefully. Asagi's tight vagina was instantly stretched wide, feeling the folds inside being flattened. The raging dragon was warmly enveloped, lubricated by the juices, making Link gasp repeatedly; it felt so incredibly good.

Asagi also started groaning. It was the first time she had experienced this feeling, and it made her abdomen feel sore and bloated.

It's a tingling, slightly sour feeling, a sensation that's hard to describe.

Link put Asagi's soft, white toes in his mouth and nibbled on them, sucking on each of her delicate, unadorned toes. Her exquisite toes paired with her fair skin were simply a perfect work of art, irresistible to the touch. Link especially loved these neat, crescent-shaped toes—white, tender, and clean—they were incredibly fun to play with.

"How is it, Asagi! Does it feel good?"

"It hurts...it feels very bloated..."

Asagi gasped for breath helplessly, the tingling and numb sensation growing stronger and stronger.

Link began to move rapidly, and waves of tingling pleasure replaced the soreness and pain.

The pleasure Link was giving Asagi was so intense that her flower core was shyly exposed, her buttocks rippled with each slap from Link, her cheeks flushed and her eyes were seeing stars. She was in a state of extreme frenzy, as if possessed. Clearly, Link had completely conquered Asagi's newly awakened body with his steel-like physique.

Link picked up Asagi and started doing it while walking, pressing Asagi against the wall and doing it to her.

This atmosphere also made Asagi's nerves tense. Her toes were being bitten, and the itching made her involuntarily twist her buttocks, using the deep turmoil to smooth out the itch. She couldn't stand it and seemed to be about to climax.

"Ah—it's coming—"

After a soft moan, her body began to tremble violently.

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Author's Note: PS: I dare not write too much, I'll make the extra chapters in the group later! Please give me some monthly tickets and urge me to update!

114. The Perfect Military Formation

Meanwhile, outside Porto Perth.

At this moment, just before dawn, as day was about to break, the northern town of Perth was gently shrouded in a thin, watery mist.

Puerto Perth is built along a winding river that glows with a faint blue light in the morning. Mist rises from the river and mingles with the lingering chill of the night sky, draping this land, soon to be ravaged by war, in a mysterious and hazy veil.

This fog would undoubtedly provide the best cover for the surprise attack that Stella, Ingrid, and Adoris were about to launch, as if nature itself was secretly aiding their actions.

Outside the city walls, several watchtowers, six or seven meters high, stood alone, as if silently guarding this sleeping town.

On the watchtower, several soldiers from Port Pas, clad in leather armor, huddled together, trying to ward off the still biting cold.

Although winter has quietly passed, the chill seems to linger in the North, like a stubborn ghost, clinging tightly to every living thing.

"This damn weather is freezing me to death."

One soldier couldn’t help but complain as he rubbed his hands together and breathed hot air into his palms, trying to warm his already frozen fingers.

His eyes were full of exhaustion and impatience. He just wanted to end this long shift as soon as possible, leave this maddeningly cold watchtower, and go back to his warm house to get a good night's sleep.

However, fate did not seem to let him off easily.

Just as he was full of complaints and his eyes were wandering, his peripheral vision inadvertently swept below and he noticed what appeared to be a black figure flashing by.

The figure appeared and disappeared in the mist like a ghost, moving so fast that no one could react in time.

The soldier was startled and instinctively wanted to shout "Who's there?", but before he could speak, a dagger had already silently pierced his back.

The dagger was cold and sharp, instantly taking away his life. His vision went dark, and the words he was about to say were swallowed back. His body slumped forward helplessly.

Behind him, the figure of the black-knife assassin appeared silently, like a ghost in the dark night.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit, her face covered by a black veil, revealing only a pair of sharp and cold eyes.

She skillfully drew the dagger, her movements light and swift, as if it were all commonplace for her.

Then, she gently supported the soldier's body and carefully laid him down, making him appear as if he were resting on the cold watchtower, so as not to arouse any suspicion.

Having done all this, the black-knife assassin moved with the agility of a cat, leaping lightly from the watchtower and landing steadily on the ground.

Without pausing, she quickly moved toward the next watchtower, her steps light and silent, as if she had blended into the pervasive mist.

And so, one soldier after another on guard tower was silently taken out by her; their lives were extinguished as easily as a candle flickering in the wind.

Thanks to the efforts of the Black Knife assassins, Stella and Ingrid's army approached Port Pas silently, like ghosts.

Without making a sound or alerting any of the soldiers in Port Pas, they had already arrived at the gates of Port Pas without anyone noticing.

As a strategic location for northward expansion, Porto Perth is protected by robust safeguards.

The city wall, which is ten meters high, is built with large stones and mud, making it appear sturdy and heavy.

Legend has it that in order to build this city wall, the port of Perth conscripted tens of thousands of laborers and spent nearly ten years to complete the construction.

Every boulder on the city wall seems to tell the story of the hardships and sweat of those years; every crack seems to record the vicissitudes and changes of time.

The entire city was surrounded by these tall walls, resembling an impregnable fortress with astonishing defensive capabilities.

Without the help of the Black Blade assassins, it would be a considerable challenge for Stella and Ingrid to take over the city without suffering significant casualties.

After all, siege warfare is no easy task, and the defenders of Port Perth are no pushovers either. They have long been stationed in this strategic location and are very familiar with the terrain.

Now, there's nothing to worry about.

With the help of the black-knife assassins, the guards at the west city gate have been silently and completely eliminated.

The guards didn't even have time to sound any alarms before they fell into pools of blood.

Soon after, the tightly closed city gates were slowly pushed open from inside the city by the black-knife assassins, making a dull sound.

The fact that the gates of Port Pas were opened so easily without firing a single shot was undoubtedly a major victory in Stella and Ingrid's plan.

However, the commotion caused by an army of several thousand men pressing in was considerable. The sounds of horses' hooves, footsteps, and the clanging of armor mingled together in the quiet dawn, creating a powerful wave of noise, making it impossible to enter the city quietly.

Soon, soldiers in Port Pas noticed the anomaly.

When they realized the situation was dire, they immediately sounded the alarm in the city.

The alarm bell rang sharply and loudly, instantly spreading throughout the entire port of Pas and shattering the town's tranquility.

Several soldiers from Passport immediately ran to the lord's mansion, wanting to inform the lord of Passport of the unusual situation.

They hurried along, their hearts filled with anxiety and unease, hoping to deliver the message to the lord as soon as possible so that he could devise a response.

However, when they arrived at the city lord's mansion, panting heavily, the scene before them stunned them.

At this moment, the city lord's mansion was already littered with corpses. All the guards and servants, including the lord of Passport, had long since become corpses.

Their faces still bore the marks of terror and despair, as if they had seen something horrible in their final moments.

The black-knife assassins left no survivors; their actions were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

The soldiers panicked immediately, looking at each other with fear and helplessness in their eyes.

Now that the city gates are wide open, a large army is pressing in, and their lord is dead, these soldiers have lost their leader and are like a swarm of headless flies, completely at a loss for what to do.

This battle to defend the city was almost a complete loss.

Even though some soldiers tried to organize a resistance, their resistance seemed so insignificant in the face of Adoris's fleet.

Five jet-black monorail sailboats sailed down the river, breaking through the thin mist on the river surface, like five black dragons, heading menacingly towards the port of Pas.

The ship's cannons were already loaded, their muzzles gleaming with a cold light, as if waiting for their prey.

"fire!"

At Adoris's command, the cannons roared deafeningly.

Solid cannonballs streaked across the sky like meteors, hurtling toward the walls and soldiers of Pasport.

The soldiers of Port Pas who were still stubbornly resisting against the city walls were suddenly as vulnerable as clay chickens and earthen dogs, completely helpless in the face of solid cannonballs.

Wherever the shells hit, the city walls collapsed, soldiers were torn to pieces, and screams and shouts mingled together, creating a scene of hell on earth.

Waaah—!

The horn sounded; it was the war horn that Stella had ordered to be sounded.

The bugle call was stirring and resounding, like a call to battle, inspiring every soldier to bravely advance.

"My warriors, forward!" Ingrid shouted from her horse.

She swung her longsword forward with a mighty roar, her voice echoing through the sky so that every warrior could clearly hear her command.

Boom, boom, boom!

The heavily armored shield bearers marched in neat and firm steps, holding their shields high, forming an unbreakable shield wall.

Their eyes were filled with determination and fearlessness, as if no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, nothing could stop them from moving forward.

They advanced in an orderly, slow, and determined manner toward the soldiers of Port Pas ahead.

"Hoo! Drink up!"

Each shout was accompanied by spears thrusting out from the gaps in the shields.

Those spears, like venomous snakes, were precise and deadly, piercing the bodies of the soldiers of Port Pas in an instant.

115. Grand Prize Draw

A perfect military formation, ruthlessly annihilating the enemy before them.

The soldiers of Port Pas fell one after another under their attack, their blood staining the ground red.

boom!Boom!

Those soldiers of Port Pas who stood on the city walls, attempting to launch an attack with bows and arrows, were also mercilessly shot down by musketeers behind the lines.

The musketeers, holding their muskets, were focused and calm. They skillfully loaded ammunition, aimed at their targets, and then pulled the triggers.

Bullets whistled out, like messengers of death, instantly taking the lives of those soldiers.

The fall of Porto Perth is a foregone conclusion.

Under the command of Ingrid and Stella, this legion was like a wheel with countless serrated edges, slowly charging forward, turning and constantly tearing apart and annihilating the enemy forces.

They worked together seamlessly, employing skillful tactics, like a sophisticated war machine, invincible and unstoppable.

Under such fierce attack, accompanied by Adoris's cannon fire on the river, the more than two thousand Pas Port defenders who had hastily gathered and stubbornly resisted quickly collapsed, showing signs of chaos and retreat.

They scattered and trampled each other, completely losing their will to fight.

No matter how much the defending general roared, he couldn't change the outcome.

The garrison of Pas was terrified; the ferocity and power of the enemy were completely beyond their comprehension.

Even the elite soldiers of Port Pas, seeing their own soldiers fall in droves, found it difficult to muster any more will to resist.

Their hearts were filled with fear and despair, and they only hoped to escape this terrible place as soon as possible.

Inside Port Pas, shouts of battle filled the air, and the air was thick with the smell of blood and fire.

Corpses lay scattered across the streets, and blood flowed like a river onto the stone pavement.

Houses were destroyed by artillery fire and engulfed in flames, billowing thick smoke that blotted out the sun. The entire port of Pas had become a living hell.

Before long, the flag of Port Pass that was hanging on the city tower was thrown to the ground and replaced with the Ice Wolf battle flag belonging to Winter City.

The Ice Wolf banner fluttered in the wind, as if proclaiming the victory of Winterfell and the change of ownership of Port Pass.