Post-Apocalyptic America: Synthetic 3D Female Protagonist.

Su Hui toyed with the heavy ceremonial sword in one hand, as if appraising an interesting toy, "Unfortunately, your power is too weak."

He held the "Katina Orthodox" up to his eyes, casually playing with it as if examining a novel work of art. The immense power flowing through the sword was as docile in his hands as a house cat.

"This belief in restoring Britain's glory is commendable."

He looked at Kalissa, who was frozen in shock, and a playful smile curved his lips: "However, I acknowledge your belief. So, how about submitting to me? I don't mind helping you fulfill your wish."

“You…” Kellysa had only managed to utter one word.

"Owner……"

Kanzaki Kaori's voice rang out at the right moment, and she and the wind in front of her had arrived at Su Hui's side. "This is Princess Kelly, the second princess of England."

The wind ahead, with its tongue adorned with metal chains, uttered a muffled yet fanatical voice: "Foolish mortals, standing before you is the only true God walking in this world, our supreme master!"

"How dare you be so disrespectful to Her Highness the Princess!"

"Release the princess!"

The commander of the knights finally snapped out of his shock and roared as he led his rebellious knights in a charge.

They are Kelissa's most loyal supporters and will not tolerate anyone blaspheming their queen.

Su Hui didn't even turn around to look at them; he just glanced at them casually.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure, like collapsing stars, instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The knight commander and dozens of knights at the forefront seemed to have been struck head-on by an invisible mountain. Their heavy armor twisted and deformed instantly, and they uncontrollably knelt on both knees, smashing the hard stone slabs and creating spiderweb-like cracks.

The longswords in their hands groaned under the strain, every bone in their bodies trembled, yet they couldn't move even a single finger.

The knights further away, whether rebels or royals, collapsed to the ground under this oppressive force, trembling and completely losing their will to fight.

The once bustling battlefield fell into a deathly silence.

All that remained was the sound of the wind rustling through the flags and the heavy, suppressed breathing of countless people.

Kellysa stared blankly at the scene, then looked at the two figures beside Su Hui who had once been her equals—Saint Kanzaki Kaori and the Right Seat of God, the Wind in Front.

The genuine submissiveness and obedience on their faces stirred up a storm in her heart.

With just a glance, she subdued her entire knightly order, which she was so proud of.

What kind of monster is this man?

At this time,

On the balcony of the palace, several elegant and noble women emerged, surrounded by guards, staring in horror at the bizarre scene below.

The one leading the group was none other than Queen Elizabeth of England.

She was not the frail old woman that people imagined, but rather a woman in her prime, with long, wavy golden hair piled up behind her head, revealing her snow-white and slender neck.

A few stray strands of hair clung to her fair cheeks, shimmering with a golden luster in the sunlight.

The well-fitting court dress perfectly outlined her voluptuous figure. The deep blue silk fabric was embroidered with exquisite gold thread patterns, and her breathtaking breasts seemed about to burst out of the fabric, rising and falling slightly with her rapid breathing.

The cinched waist design perfectly showcased her graceful waistline as a mature woman, exuding an alluring charm like a ripe peach and the dignified presence of someone who has long held a high position.

The queen's face was deathly pale, her deep blue eyes filled with horror, and her rosy lips parted slightly in shock, revealing her pearly teeth.

She gripped the balcony railing tightly, her fingernails leaving faint marks on the stone, clearly still reeling from what she had just witnessed.

Beside her were the First Princess Limeia and the Third Princess Virian.

Limeia possesses a gentle and intellectual temperament, and her figure is also tall and voluptuous, exuding classical beauty.

She wore a light purple dress with a low neckline, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and a deep cleavage.

Her long chestnut hair cascaded elegantly over her shoulders, with a few strands playfully falling across her chest, adding to her charm.

At this moment, her face was filled with disbelief, her amber eyes wide open, and her usual composure and elegance were completely gone.

Vivian, though still young, had already blossomed into a graceful young lady, wearing a pink princess dress with a fluffy hem like a blooming flower.

Although her figure was not yet fully developed, it was already quite shapely, with the small mounds on her chest faintly visible under her tight top.

Her emerald eyes were filled with timid fear, her face was pale, she clung tightly to her mother's sleeve, and her petite body trembled slightly.

"This...this is impossible..."

Queen Eliza's voice trembled slightly as she looked down at the man who had easily subdued Kellysa, a fear she had never felt before welling up inside her.

"Mother, who is that person?"

Vivian asked timidly, her voice barely audible.

Limeia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down:

“I don’t know either… but the person who was able to seize the orthodoxy of Katina so easily is definitely not an ordinary person.”

The Queen's gaze was fixed on Su Hui, who was currently toying with Britain's national-level spirit armor, his expression as relaxed as if he were fiddling with a toy. This unhurried demeanor only intensified the Queen's unease.

Queen Elizabeth, after all, was the one who held the reins of power in the country, and after the initial shock, she quickly calmed down.

She glanced at Kellysa, whose spirit armor had been easily taken away by Su Hui and who was completely suppressed, and then at the knights who had been suppressed by a single look. She made a judgment in her mind instantly.

This person is not to be made an enemy of!

"This distinguished gentleman."

"I apologize for the internal turmoil in Britain."

Eliza's voice came from the balcony, trembling slightly but still maintaining her queenly demeanor.

"I am Queen Eliza of this country. Thank you for stopping this pointless rebellion. To express our gratitude, the Royal Family is willing to offer the most precious treasures, spiritual artifacts, and all the wealth you can imagine, just to appease your anger."

She was clever; she adopted an extremely humble attitude, attempting to win over this unfathomable and powerful man with mutual benefits.

Upon hearing this, Su Hui merely glanced up at her, his gaze lingering for a moment on her magnificent chest before returning to Kellysa's face, smiling without saying a word.

He had no interest in those so-called treasures.

What he wanted was this country, and the charming mother and her three daughters before him.

As Kellysa looked at her mother's statement and listened to how Kanzaki Kaori and the Wind Ahead addressed Su Hui, her proud heart gradually sank to the bottom.

She realized that everything she was so proud of—her strength, power, and army—was just a joke in front of this man.

The mother's attempts to win her over are likely in vain.

This is her only chance.

Kellysa took a deep breath, suppressing the humiliation and shock in her heart, and stepped forward to Su Hui.

She straightened her back, trying to meet Su Hui's gaze, her golden eyes flashing with determination.

“I, Kellysa, am willing to submit to you.”

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear.

She glanced at the two legendary figures behind Su Hui, and their attitude towards Su Hui made her understand the true meaning of submission.

A blush rose on Kellysa's cheeks, but she continued, "I... am willing to give you everything, including my body, to be your woman, just so you can grant my wish and let Britain stand at the top of the world again."

This is a gamble, betting everything on the future of a nation.

"very good."

Su Hui's smile deepened.

He likes smart women.

He reached out and gently ran his fingertips across Kellysa's smooth cheek, the delicate touch satisfying him.

next moment,

Ignoring the gazes of everyone around him, Su Hui stretched out his long arm, picked up the still somewhat stiff Kellysa around the waist, strode forward up the high steps, and finally sat on the throne belonging to the Queen not far away.

Kanzaki Kaori, Ama no Kaze, Gowa, and other women stood respectfully beside him.

Su Hui laid Kelissa across his arms.

Under the astonished gazes of the Queen and the two princesses, his hand unceremoniously slipped into the collar of Kellysa's knight's uniform and grasped the fullness that symbolized youth and vitality.

"what……"

Kellysa let out a short gasp, her body tensing instantly and her cheeks turning bright red.

Su Hui ignored her struggles, simply raised his head, his gaze passing over the beauty in his arms to Queen Eliza, whose face was deathly pale, and the two equally bewildered princesses beside her, a devilish smile appearing on his face.

"Now, let's talk about the new order in Britain, my dear Queen."

182. Mother and Daughter Flowers

Su Hui's gaze, almost tangible, carried a hint of amusement and scrutiny as he swept over the panicked royal women on the balcony.

Queen Elizabeth's voluptuous and mature body, outlined in a stunning silhouette beneath her magnificent court dress;

Princess Limeia is intelligent and gentle, and her full figure under her chestnut hair exudes a classical charm;

Princess Vivian is charming and lovely. Although her body is still somewhat immature, it is already taking shape and is full of youthful vitality.

This scene resembled a grand feast for the victors.

"Now, let's talk about the new order in Britain, my dear Queen."

Su Hui's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in Buckingham Palace.

Kelissa in his arms trembled slightly, her blush deepening, but she didn't struggle. Instead, she obediently adjusted her position to make herself more comfortable.

She knew that from the moment she chose to submit, her fate, and indeed the fate of all of England, was in the hands of this man.

Queen Eliza, pale-faced, gripped the cold stone railing tightly on the balcony, her knuckles white from the force.

She looked down at the man on the throne who was treating her daughter like a plaything, and then at the knights around her who were kneeling and trembling under the invisible pressure. The last bit of hope in her heart was completely shattered.

"Your...your will is the will of Britain."

Eliza spoke with difficulty, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

She set aside her royal dignity and chose the most complete submission.

Su Hui was satisfied with her answer, but he just smiled and looked back at Kelissa in his arms, his fingers gently tracing her smooth cheek.

"Your mother is very intelligent. And you, my newly crowned queen, what are your thoughts on the coming new order?"

A flicker of excitement and fervor flashed in Kelissa's golden eyes, and she answered without hesitation:

"It would be my honor to fulfill your wishes. Under your guidance, Britain will regain its glory!"

She knew very well that Su Hui had given her everything she had ever dreamed of, and all she had to give up was herself.

In her opinion, this deal was an incredibly good deal.

"very good."

Su Hui's hand slid in through the seam of her knight's uniform, kneading her full, soft breasts wantonly, eliciting a suppressed groan from Kellysa.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over Kelissa and landing directly on the Queen and her two daughters on the balcony, his voice carrying an undeniable command:

"Come to my bedchamber tonight. All of you."

......

Night falls,

The most luxurious room in Buckingham Palace, originally reserved for Queen Elizabeth, is filled with the fragrance of perfume and a subtle sense of dread.

On the enormous velvet bed, Su Hui reclined, flanked by Kanzaki Kaori and the wind before him, like the most loyal guards. Before the bed stood four of England's noblest and most beautiful women, looking on with trepidation.

Queen Elizabeth changed into a deep purple silk nightgown, the strapless design revealing her rounded, fair shoulders and well-maintained collarbones.

The fabric of the dress clung tightly to her mature and voluptuous body, her proud breasts almost bursting out of the fabric, rising and falling slightly with her tense breathing. Beneath the hem, a pair of long, shapely legs were encased in black lace stockings, exuding a deadly allure like ripe peaches.

Princess Limeia, on the other hand, wore an ivory-white lace gown, her intellectual demeanor contrasting strangely with her sensual attire. Her chestnut-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her amber eyes were filled with humiliation and unease. The deep V-neck of her gown partially concealed her ample bosom, which was no less impressive than her mother's, leaving much to the imagination.

The youngest princess, Vivian, wore a pink princess-style nightgown with ruffles adorning the hem. She was clearly forced to wear it; her face was pale, her blue eyes were filled with tears, and she clung tightly to her older sister, Limeia's, hem, her small body trembling uncontrollably.

Only Kelissa, dressed in a silver silk nightgown, exuded a blend of strength and allure. Though her face still held a slight blush, her eyes shone with anticipation and excitement.

"Not bad, not bad. You four, mother and daughters, each have your own strengths."

Su Hui's gaze swept over them one by one, as if admiring his spoils. "The mature and beautiful queen, the intelligent and dignified eldest princess, the charming and lovely third princess, and this heroic future queen in my arms. From today onwards, you will all become my women. How does it feel?"