"Spit!"
On the throne, an Awakened wearing luxurious clothing angrily drew a gem-encrusted battle saber and directly chopped off the General who had been reporting the battle under his control.
"Glug, glug."
The fallen head rolled to the side of the maid kneeling at his feet, its eyes staring in death.
Yet such a brutal act did not cause anyone in the palace to panic.
Like mindless puppets, the four maids kneeling at his feet continued gazing at him with reverence, then gently licked his toes as though enjoying the greatest honor imaginable.
Perhaps the bare, soft bodies behind him had dispelled his anger.
This short, First Order Awakened now let out a long breath, then could not help fiercely squeezing the delicate body beside him with his right hand.
A cry of instinctive pain was hurriedly suppressed.
The maid's tender skin had been bruised where he had heavily twisted her with his right hand.
Yet under such rough treatment, the girl instead grew excited and pressed closer to him.
In her mind, the man was an existence comparable to God. No matter what he did to them, it was the greatest honor.
A few seconds later, after the short, middle-aged man withdrew his hand in satisfaction,
his gaze slowly moved upward. He stared straight at the resplendent ceiling like a maniac, slowly turning his neck.
As if immersed in ultimate bliss, while exhausting every one of his wildest fantasies, he had already turned the entire palace into a flesh forest. Every woman in the fallen kingdom with even a little beauty had been dragged into the palace.
The entire kingdom served him, with countless people laboring tirelessly for his various fantasies.
In just thirty-three days, the fallen kingdom, whose population numbered tens of millions, had already been worked to