When the rain of arrows erupted, Kalong was inside his tent, sleeping soundly with several female knights in his arms.
Kalong's tent was incomparably luxurious. The tent itself was made from the hide of a giant Magic Beast, the Thunder Crocodile, and its interior was furnished like an imperial palace. The handwoven carpet on the floor alone, made from magic antelope wool, was worth over a million gold coins.
The handwoven carpet, half a foot thick and nearly three hundred square meters in size, was as clean and white as snow. Kalong lay naked on a padded mattress, holding a robustly built female knight in his arms, while several other beautiful and quite formidable female knights lay beside him.
Possessing tremendous strength himself, Kalong's vigor was boundless. He had practically reached the point where no woman meant no pleasure; every night, he had to wage fierce battles with different women for several hours before he could sleep. Ordinary women simply could not endure his savage assaults, which was why he kept a group of female knights around him—women of considerable personal strength and exceptional beauty.
The Caesar Empire had been founded on military might, but women had always been exceedingly rare in its armies. It was a land where male supremacy prevailed. Only within Kalong's Dragon Wing Legion was there a female knight order three hundred strong, and every one of them was Kalong's private possession.
After their recent fierce battle, the mattress was strewn with a mess of bodily fluids. One of Kalong's hands gripped the breast of the woman in his arms, and a strange, vicious grin still hung on his face. Even in his dreams, he was savoring the devastation and brutality he had unleashed upon that little village during the day. The girls he had violated