Chapter 1981: 1981
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"This entire war started all because a mere heir of a Raven Clan died." The commander released the woman.
Having her throat finally relieved of a heated rod, the woman fell backward, doing her best to control her innate gag reflex. If she lost control, made a sound, or god forbid throw up, she would be killed on the spot. Despite her horrible life, she was… Still unwilling to leave this mortal plane.
She forced herself to crawl back forward. If the commander had to remind her to clean up his member, she'd be punished again. As horrible as the commander treated her, being passed off to his subordinates was a far worse fate. She wanted to avoid it at all costs.
"Do you really believe our Ragnor Clan cares? Do you really think we have to ally with those beasts? We could hold off the Pakals and Uidah alone, they just make things more convenient.
"This is about the Epistemic Tower… Nothing more, nothing less."
The subordinate of this commander smiled l.e.w.dly.
"I hear Miss Hela came back and confirmed the Epistemic Tower is being shared between the Uidah and Pakals. After Young Master Loki's confirmed death, Miss Hela doesn't seem to have a fiancé anymore…" The meaning behind his words were clear.
The commander's eyes blazed like a fiery ember.
As long as the woman wasn't of the Ragnor's main branch, he could have any amount of them he chose. Even the women of branch Clans had no choice but to climb into his bed at the behest of a single finger motion. But, a woman like Hela was on a completely different level. How would it feel to a ride a woman who held so much power?
The amber haired woman between his legs suddenly felt the slack rod between her lips become stiff once more. She could only feel resigned to her fate and begin bobbing her head again.
"That s.l.u.t, always strutting around with her b.r.e.a.s.ts and a.s.s hanging out every which way." The commander scowled.
He had seemingly forgotten that he and Hela had a cousin blood relation between them. Well, considering the horrible acts of the Ragnors of the past, maybe wishing to bed a cousin was listed toward the bottom of their sins.
Though the commander didn't see it, his subordinate's eyes flashed with disdain.
'If you list the promising talents of our Ragnor Clan, you wouldn't even be ranked in the top one hundred. Even if Hela was forced to take on a new husband, you wouldn't have a chance. You don't even have the right to touch the Fey, let alone touch Miss Hela.'
Consider this for a moment. The title of 'Commander' didn't exist among the Ragnor Clan's military. It was a title this so-called commander made up to give him some prestige, insisting his subordinates call him as such.
He was given this task only because no one else would want to be commanded by beasts. As such, only he didn't have enough face to avoid the task.
The true Ragnor ranking system was very different.
At the bottom were the normal warriors, known as the Thrall. These warriors had no right to command. Under most circ.u.mstances, they would never leave this rank as they were commoners usually used as canon fodder.
A step above were the Karls. They shared a status a step above the Thrall, but they were still normal warriors. Though, as those of higher status, they had the right to move forward to greater heights.
Above them were Berserkers and Valkyrie. They were the true backbone of the Ragnors and their power. They were powerful, one-man armies who usually had exceptionally high battle prowess.
There were Once Berserk Warriors, Twice Berserk, and Thrice Berserk Warriors.
Through secret experimentation, the Ragnors were able to find a way to multiply the strength of their warriors. The method was quite vile, as one would expect from this Clan.
Once Berserk could multiply their power by a single fold, two-fold for Twice Berserk, and three for Thrice Berserk.
Valkyrie were women of the Ragnor Clan who carved out places for themselves. Their bodies weren't usually suited for the berserker technique, however there was a very special spear technique of the Ragnors that could seemingly only be practiced by women.
This spear technique had the same effect of multiplication of power, separating themselves out into three stars. One Star Valkyrie, Two Star Valkyrie, and Three Star Valkyrie, experiencing the equivalent power amplification as compared to berserkers.
In rare cases, there were women who could both become Berserkers and Valkyrie. These women were simply known as Hela's Fey. They were the personal fighting force of whoever inherited Hela's Faith Seed. Though, matters weren't so simple as Hela didn't have unilateral control over them.
Of course, if this was the highest ranking amongst the Ragnors, it would be ruled by women, not men. If this was the case, Hela's marriage wouldn't be commodified like it was.
The highest ranked warriors of the Ragnors, equivalent to only the Fey, were the Champions.
Many of this 'commander's' brothers held this title of Champion. In fact, he wasn't even a Berserker. By all rights, he was technically still a member of the Karls. There were many in this very blimp that ranked far higher than he did.
The subordinate inwardly snorted. 'Commander my a.s.s.'
It was then his attention was diverted. Two large pillars in the distance began to vibrate. The Gates were opening!
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"This entire war started all because a mere heir of a Raven Clan died." The commander released the woman.
Having her throat finally relieved of a heated rod, the woman fell backward, doing her best to control her innate gag reflex. If she lost control, made a sound, or god forbid throw up, she would be killed on the spot. Despite her horrible life, she was… Still unwilling to leave this mortal plane.
She forced herself to crawl back forward. If the commander had to remind her to clean up his member, she'd be punished again. As horrible as the commander treated her, being passed off to his subordinates was a far worse fate. She wanted to avoid it at all costs.
"Do you really believe our Ragnor Clan cares? Do you really think we have to ally with those beasts? We could hold off the Pakals and Uidah alone, they just make things more convenient.
"This is about the Epistemic Tower… Nothing more, nothing less."
The subordinate of this commander smiled l.e.w.dly.
"I hear Miss Hela came back and confirmed the Epistemic Tower is being shared between the Uidah and Pakals. After Young Master Loki's confirmed death, Miss Hela doesn't seem to have a fiancé anymore…" The meaning behind his words were clear.
The commander's eyes blazed like a fiery ember.
As long as the woman wasn't of the Ragnor's main branch, he could have any amount of them he chose. Even the women of branch Clans had no choice but to climb into his bed at the behest of a single finger motion. But, a woman like Hela was on a completely different level. How would it feel to a ride a woman who held so much power?
The amber haired woman between his legs suddenly felt the slack rod between her lips become stiff once more. She could only feel resigned to her fate and begin bobbing her head again.
"That s.l.u.t, always strutting around with her b.r.e.a.s.ts and a.s.s hanging out every which way." The commander scowled.
He had seemingly forgotten that he and Hela had a cousin blood relation between them. Well, considering the horrible acts of the Ragnors of the past, maybe wishing to bed a cousin was listed toward the bottom of their sins.
Though the commander didn't see it, his subordinate's eyes flashed with disdain.
'If you list the promising talents of our Ragnor Clan, you wouldn't even be ranked in the top one hundred. Even if Hela was forced to take on a new husband, you wouldn't have a chance. You don't even have the right to touch the Fey, let alone touch Miss Hela.'
Consider this for a moment. The title of 'Commander' didn't exist among the Ragnor Clan's military. It was a title this so-called commander made up to give him some prestige, insisting his subordinates call him as such.
He was given this task only because no one else would want to be commanded by beasts. As such, only he didn't have enough face to avoid the task.
The true Ragnor ranking system was very different.
At the bottom were the normal warriors, known as the Thrall. These warriors had no right to command. Under most circ.u.mstances, they would never leave this rank as they were commoners usually used as canon fodder.
A step above were the Karls. They shared a status a step above the Thrall, but they were still normal warriors. Though, as those of higher status, they had the right to move forward to greater heights.
Above them were Berserkers and Valkyrie. They were the true backbone of the Ragnors and their power. They were powerful, one-man armies who usually had exceptionally high battle prowess.
There were Once Berserk Warriors, Twice Berserk, and Thrice Berserk Warriors.
Through secret experimentation, the Ragnors were able to find a way to multiply the strength of their warriors. The method was quite vile, as one would expect from this Clan.
Once Berserk could multiply their power by a single fold, two-fold for Twice Berserk, and three for Thrice Berserk.
Valkyrie were women of the Ragnor Clan who carved out places for themselves. Their bodies weren't usually suited for the berserker technique, however there was a very special spear technique of the Ragnors that could seemingly only be practiced by women.
This spear technique had the same effect of multiplication of power, separating themselves out into three stars. One Star Valkyrie, Two Star Valkyrie, and Three Star Valkyrie, experiencing the equivalent power amplification as compared to berserkers.
In rare cases, there were women who could both become Berserkers and Valkyrie. These women were simply known as Hela's Fey. They were the personal fighting force of whoever inherited Hela's Faith Seed. Though, matters weren't so simple as Hela didn't have unilateral control over them.
Of course, if this was the highest ranking amongst the Ragnors, it would be ruled by women, not men. If this was the case, Hela's marriage wouldn't be commodified like it was.
The highest ranked warriors of the Ragnors, equivalent to only the Fey, were the Champions.
Many of this 'commander's' brothers held this title of Champion. In fact, he wasn't even a Berserker. By all rights, he was technically still a member of the Karls. There were many in this very blimp that ranked far higher than he did.
The subordinate inwardly snorted. 'Commander my a.s.s.'
It was then his attention was diverted. Two large pillars in the distance began to vibrate. The Gates were opening!
"This entire war started all because a mere heir of a Raven Clan died." The commander released the woman. Having her throat finally relieved of a heated rod, the woman fell backward, doing her best to control her innate gag reflex. If she lost control, made a sound, or god forbid throw up, she would be killed on the spot. Despite her horrible life, she was Still unwilling to leave this mortal plane. She forced herself to crawl back forward. If the commander had to remind her to clean up his member, she'd be punished again. As horrible as the commander treated her, being passed off to his subordinates was a far worse fate. She wanted to avoid it at all costs. "Do you really believe our Ragnor Clan cares? Do you really think we have to ally with those beasts? We could hold off the Pakals and Uidah alone, they just make things more convenient. "This is about the Epistemic Tower Nothing more, nothing less." The subordinate of this commander smiled l.e.w.dly. "I hear Miss Hela came back and confirmed the Epistemic Tower is being shared between the Uidah and Pakals. After Young Master Loki's confirmed death, Miss Hela doesn't seem to have a fianc anymore" The meaning behind his words were clear. The commander's eyes blazed like a fiery ember. As long as the woman wasn't of the Ragnor's main branch, he could have any amount of them he chose. Even the women of branch Clans had no choice but to climb into his bed at the behest of a single finger motion. But, a woman like Hela was on a completely different level. How would it feel to a ride a woman who held so much power? The amber haired woman between his legs suddenly felt the slack rod between her lips become stiff once more. She could only feel resigned to her fate and begin bobbing her head again. "That s.l.u.t, always strutting around with her b.r.e.a.s.ts and a.s.s hanging out every which way." The commander scowled. He had seemingly forgotten that he and Hela had a cousin blood relation between them. Well, considering the horrible acts of the Ragnors of the past, maybe wishing to bed a cousin was listed toward the bottom of their sins. Though the commander didn't see it, his subordinate's eyes flashed with disdain. 'If you list the promising talents of our Ragnor Clan, you wouldn't even be ranked in the top one hundred. Even if Hela was forced to take on a new husband, you wouldn't have a chance. You don't even have the right to touch the Fey, let alone touch Miss Hela.' Consider this for a moment. The title of 'Commander' didn't exist among the Ragnor Clan's military. It was a title this so-called commander made up to give him some prestige, insisting his subordinates call him as such. He was given this task only because no one else would want to be commanded by beasts. As such, only he didn't have enough face to avoid the task. The true Ragnor ranking system was very different. At the bottom were the normal warriors, known as the Thrall. These warriors had no right to command. Under most circ.u.mstances, they would never leave this rank as they were commoners usually used as canon fodder. A step above were the Karls. They shared a status a step above the Thrall, but they were still normal warriors. Though, as those of higher status, they had the right to move forward to greater heights. Above them were Berserkers and Valkyrie. They were the true backbone of the Ragnors and their power. They were powerful, one-man armies who usually had exceptionally high battle prowess. There were Once Berserk Warriors, Twice Berserk, and Thrice Berserk Warriors. Through secret experimentation, the Ragnors were able to find a way to multiply the strength of their warriors. The method was quite vile, as one would expect from this Clan. Once Berserk could multiply their power by a single fold, two-fold for Twice Berserk, and three for Thrice Berserk. Valkyrie were women of the Ragnor Clan who carved out places for themselves. Their bodies weren't usually suited for the berserker technique, however there was a very special spear technique of the Ragnors that could seemingly only be practiced by women. This spear technique had the same effect of multiplication of power, separating themselves out into three stars. One Star Valkyrie, Two Star Valkyrie, and Three Star Valkyrie, experiencing the equivalent power amplification as compared to berserkers. In rare cases, there were women who could both become Berserkers and Valkyrie. These women were simply known as Hela's Fey. They were the personal fighting force of whoever inherited Hela's Faith Seed. Though, matters weren't so simple as Hela didn't have unilateral control over them. Of course, if this was the highest ranking amongst the Ragnors, it would be ruled by women, not men. If this was the case, Hela's marriage wouldn't be commodified like it was. The highest ranked warriors of the Ragnors, equivalent to only the Fey, were the Champions. Many of this 'commander's' brothers held this title of Champion. In fact, he wasn't even a Berserker. By all rights, he was technically still a member of the Karls. There were many in this very blimp that ranked far higher than he did. The subordinate inwardly snorted. 'Commander my a.s.s.' It was then his attention was diverted. Two large pillars in the distance began to vibrate. The Gates were opening!
