A sneeze destroys a magical civilization

Killing nobles, especially large-scale slaughter of nobles in non-battlefield environments, is almost unimaginable in this world like the social environment of medieval Europe.

Because the privileges of the aristocracy are based on all-round monopoly control from economy to politics, to force and spirit.

The economy is manifested in the complete possession of the most important means of production in the non-industrial era - land, and the strong personal dependence of tenants, serfs and servants on their nobles under the manor economic system.

Even transportation channels such as roads and bridges are also owned by the nobles.

Caravans must pay valuable tolls when passing through the nobles' territories.

In many noble territories located at transportation hubs, the economic benefits generated by a bridge or a dock may account for an astonishing proportion of income.

And politics has achieved that if a person does not have aristocratic blood, he can basically say goodbye to power in this life.

Although the church system of the French King's Hall and soldiers with outstanding military talents also have a low probability of achieving class crossing, their channels for rising have very obvious upper limits and ceilings.

In other words, although commoners have a very small chance to become a member of the ruling class, at most they are only at the level of middle and lower-level bureaucrats.

As for the dominant interest groups at the upper level, they are all nobles and their descendants without exception.

Especially the second, third, and fourth sons who cannot inherit the title and territory, because they have received education and strict training since childhood.

In addition to the extra bonus brought by noble blood, they are often more likely to be favored by the king and other nobles than commoners, and then they will be canonized as knights for their military exploits.

Even the bishops, archbishops, and religious knights of the French King's Hall are basically the private land of the nobles.

In terms of spirit, the idea of ​​"divine right of kings" has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people for hundreds of years. Everyone believes that nobles are born superior to others, which is determined by God, so no matter how much anger and dissatisfaction there is, they can only bear it.

Even if the peasants who can't survive in some places break out in uprising, no one dares to shout out words like "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers of different species?" and raise the banner of overthrowing a country's regime and reshuffling the cards.

Most of them just grabbed some food and treasures, and then tried to use them as bargaining chips to negotiate with the noble army that came to encircle them after winning a few battles.

The final result was basically being ruthlessly slaughtered.

After all, all feudal nobles are essentially semi-independent warlords, and force is the foundation for them to maintain their rule.

It can even be said that war is the privilege of the aristocracy, and it is also a way for them to redistribute interests internally, and civilians are not even qualified to participate.

In summary, anyone who dares to blatantly massacre nobles will not have a good end, and will be besieged by other nobles 100%.

So when Zuo Si killed all the nobles who came to the wedding without leaving a single one, the entire castle was stunned from top to bottom.

Because everything happened so quickly, the castle's steward and the captain of the guard had no time to dissuade him.

The servants were so scared that they trembled and even sat on the ground as if they saw the end of the world coming.

Because this is not just killing, but breaking the iron rule of the nobles' sacredness and inviolability, and declaring war on the forbidden area that has lasted for hundreds of years.

The eyes that completely ignored authority and wanted to subvert everything made these mortals who were completely controlled and enslaved from spirit to body feel deep fear.

After all, all creatures, including humans, are instinctively unwilling to step out of their comfort zone, and they don't like the drastic turbulence and changes in the surrounding environment.

Especially those who are qualified to live in the castle, even slaves think they are superior to the civilians outside, so they are often firm defenders of the nobles' rule.

But before these people recovered from the shock, Zuo Si issued an order that made them even more explosive.

That is to gather troops to start a war and attack all the territories of all the nobles who just died.

"My Lord, I must remind you that even if we mobilize urgently, we can only recruit no more than 1,500 troops from the territory, and those nobles you killed can gather more than 10,000 troops together."

The castle steward Bertrand reminded with a slightly trembling voice.

As someone who had served Viscount Lister Roald, he originally thought that he had seen the "big world".

Whether it was the former's apostle status or the monster offspring he had with Lady Naberal, it was enough to leave most normal people with a lifelong psychological shadow.

But he not only survived, but also won the trust of Viscount Lister Roald, and was neither alienated nor killed.

He even secretly helped this terrible master to see many shameful things.

But all these combined were not as crazy as Zuo Si's current display.

Because even if Viscount Lister Roald became an apostle, his thoughts and behavior patterns were still those of the nobles.

Zuo Si was just the opposite. He turned the table without saying a word, exuding a kind of contempt and disdain for the aristocracy of this continent from the bottom of his heart.

The nobles who died miserably on the ground were living examples.

Especially the terrifying swordsmanship, which even the best knights' plate armor could not withstand. More than fifty knights and more than three hundred followers were easily killed.

All these people were brought by the nobles who came to attend the wedding. They were all the elite of the elite, enough to deal with a small war.

But now they were all slaughtered by one person within a few minutes.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the castle steward Bertrand couldn't believe that personal force could reach such an exaggerated level.

The most important thing is that Zuo Si has the seal ring of the Roald family in his hand, and he has also obtained the control of the family legally through his marriage with Miss Mana.

So he is now the head of this family in theory, the new generation of Viscount Roald. No one in the entire castle can raise any questions, let alone resist his orders in a veiled manner.

After all, whether it is the killing of apostles and lions, or the killing of nobles and their accompanying guards and servants, it shows that this new master is a ruthless character.

"Take out all the money in the vault and go to the town to recruit mercenaries and young men, as many as you can.

In addition, if I'm not mistaken, Viscount Lister Roald should have been preparing for war these years, right?

Take out all the weapons and armor he has accumulated to arm these recruited soldiers.

I'll give you four hours, and after four hours I want to see a legion ready to go.

Do you understand?"

Zuo Si stared into the eyes of the castle steward and gave an unquestionable order.

If the other party dared to say no or hesitated, he would directly choose to kill to establish his authority.

As a person with a deep understanding of the operation of power, he knew very well that when he just came to power and had no confidants, any doubts from below would cause his prestige to decline, so he absolutely could not be soft-hearted.

Bertrand obviously sensed the warning in the eyes, and could only nod his head: "Understood! I promise that you will have a sufficient and well-equipped army in four hours."

"Very good! Remember, as long as you are willing to follow me and work hard, I will give you everything you want. Whether it is wealth, status, money, or a real noble title."

Zuo Si's face showed satisfaction, and he raised his left arm and gently patted the butler's shoulder to show encouragement.

"What? Noble title!"

Bertrand raised his head suddenly with a shocked and unbelievable expression.

Because in this country, only the king can confer nobility, and the royal family, which is hollowed out by great nobles such as the duke, will never confer a title on a person of common origin and without any noble blood.

Zuo Si responded meaningfully: "Don't be so surprised.

You have to understand that in this land full of chaos and war, power is violence.

As long as I have the most powerful violence, no matter whether it is the nobles or the royal family, they must kneel on the ground and surrender.

Otherwise I will run over them and sweep them into the garbage dump of history.

Nobles are also people, they can be fooled and killed, and their blood does not have any sacredness at all.

So when I win the war, I will naturally have the qualifications to redistribute land and power.

Those who are willing to follow me to complete this great feat will all be generously rewarded."

"You...are you going to build a country of your own?"

Bertrand finally realized how big Zuo Si's appetite and ambition were, and he opened his mouth in disbelief.

"Hahahaha!

No, a mere country can't satisfy me.

You should have heard of a king who conquered the continent a thousand years ago-Garselik, right?

He is the target I want to emulate.

And I will do better than him..."

Zuo Si did not hide anything and openly told these people who have lived in the shadow of Viscount Lister Roald for many years about his plan.

Because if you want to establish more causal connections, you must have more concerns, more people or things to care about.

So there is nothing better than building a huge empire to integrate into the web of fate woven by the God of the Abyss.

To a certain extent, Zuo Si feels that he and Griffith actually have many similarities.

For example, the control and possessiveness that are different from ordinary people.

The reason why he can have a causal connection with the noble lady Mana is not the love that many people imagine, but that he regards it as something that belongs to him, a manifestation of a very pure possessive desire.

So the definition of sacrifice by the God of the Abyss is actually quite broad.

Whether it is positive emotions such as family affection, friendship, love, care, and protection, or neutral or even slightly negative emotions such as the desire to conquer, the desire to control, and the desire to possess, causal connections can be generated.

Once a causal connection is generated, it can become a sacrifice in the demon raising ceremony.

So Boyd's sacrifice was the capital of the entire empire at that time, and Griffith's was the entire Eagle Corps.

It is absolutely nonsense to say that they have a good relationship with each of these sacrifices.

Even if the former has feelings for the residents of the capital of the empire, it is impossible for him to know all of them;

The latter even regards the Eagle Corps as a tool, and even deliberately lets some of them die in the war, just to win one victory after another.

This means that the law of causality is actually just a strong emotion and attitude, and it is very likely to be two-way.

That is, the person who initiates the Behelet sacrifice must have certain feelings for the sacrifice, and the person being sacrificed must also have strong feelings for the former.

There is no doubt that as soon as Zuo Si announced in public that he would follow the example of Overlord Garcelik and conquer the entire continent, the first reaction of the people in the castle was that he was a madman, and he was the craziest type. Everyone was worried about his unreasonableness. The actual huge ambition was buried with him.

But when these people saw the nobles, knights, retinues, and the lions created by the apostles on the ground, they all fell into silence.

In this continent that is still in the initial stage of transition from cold weapons to hot weapons, it seems that it is not impossible to have such terrifying personal force and achieve great achievements.

After all, the current war was originally a showdown between the elite and the elite.

When the elite who serve as the ballast stone on the battlefield are defeated, the rest of the miscellaneous soldiers who make up the numbers will naturally collapse accordingly.

After experiencing a brief psychological struggle, Bertrand, the castle butler, still put his hand on his chest and bowed, then turned around and led a group of people in a carriage and rushed towards the town.

Obviously, he chose to obey the order and recruit people.

You must know that in the feudal era, few nobles could afford to maintain a standing professional army of hundreds or even thousands of people for a long time.

Many times, there are only a few dozen or even ten or twenty guards stationed in the castle.

For the rest, when fighting, they first recruit from within their own territory, or they directly pay mercenaries and let them work for them.

This is why mercenaries rose rapidly in the era of frequent wars in the late Middle Ages. There was even a strange situation where whoever had more mercenaries on hand could win the war.

After the team led by Bertrand disappeared on the forest path, the guard captain took a deep breath and reminded: "Sir, those temporarily recruited mercenaries and civilians cannot fight hard before they undergo rigorous training.

Once they are frustrated and killed, they will flee like a herd of frightened deer.

Especially when attacking a military fortress with tight defenses and terrain advantages like a castle, it is difficult to make any progress in a short period of time.

Failure to attack for a long time is often fatal to morale.

If someone attacks from behind again, we will definitely face a disastrous defeat. "

"Haha, don't worry, I don't expect them to fight hard. What's more, the castle is far from as strong as you think. I have many ways to pry open its hard shell."

After that, Zuo Si ignored anyone and went straight to the warehouse in the castle dedicated to storing weapons, and retrieved his armor and two big swords.

Not only that!

He also released sparkling oil to transform all the stones piled here into incredibly powerful gunpowder, and then stuffed them into iron barrels, sealed them, and inserted the fuses.

Obviously, this is the secret weapon used against the castle.

After all, gunpowder and cannons have already appeared in this world, but they have not been popularized yet, so the use of gunpowder will not arouse too much suspicion.

In addition, given the blast resistance of most castle gates, one or two barrels can be easily blown away without any effort by just digging out and burying one or two barrels.

As for the firearms and cannons, Zuo Si was not in a hurry to take them out too early. Instead, he planned to wait until the country was completely conquered before recruiting craftsmen to slowly study them, and finally completely usher in the gunpowder era, giving those nobles and feudal lords a little shock.

As a person who has a relatively good understanding of history, he knows how the unbreakable aristocratic system and feudal system in Europe were torn apart by gunpowder, so he plans to replicate this process.

When those aristocratic knights who ride tall horses, wear almost invulnerable body armor, have been rigorously trained since childhood and have kept up with nutrition, can be easily penetrated and killed by musket projectiles in the hands of thin civilians, the foundation of the rule of the feudal aristocracy - force Nature ceases to exist.

At that time, they will be forced to make changes whether they like it or not.

Once this change begins, it will form a rolling torrent of the times, and any interest group that tries to stand in the way will be mercilessly crushed.

Time flew by, four hours passed in a flash.

When the castle steward Bertrand came back, he brought more than 5,000 people with him.

And from a quantitative point of view, it was equivalent to an extreme explosion of troops in the territory around the castle, and the young and middle-aged labor force was almost exhausted.

Although there are only more than 300 professional mercenaries inside, the rest are farmers who don't even have the lowest level of armor and shields, and only have a pitchfork.

It is estimated that in addition to killing demon hunters, the damage to armored units is basically zero.

The reason why they appear here is entirely because of the commission, which is more than the income from farming, and the potential plundering opportunities in the war.

Yes, you read that right, plundering.

To be precise, war and plunder are originally twins. The first civil war between humans will most likely break out for the purpose of plundering certain resources.

Although civilians would definitely not dare to rob castles, manors and other noble properties, they could rob merchants and civilians like them.

In this low-productivity society, large amounts of wealth can be obtained in a short period of time only through plunder.

This is why everyone knows that being a mercenary is a knife-edge job, and you don’t know if there will be a tomorrow after today, but there are still a steady stream of people joining it.

Because being a mercenary can really make a fortune. You don't have to work as hard as the miserable farmers, but even filling yourself and your family's stomach is a luxury. At least you can have wine and meat while you are alive.

If you are lucky, you can catch a few pretty women to vent your animal desires.

So it is more appropriate to say that this is a group of greedy robbers than an army.

But this is exactly what Zuo Si wanted.

He needed to let these civilians taste the sweetness through war and plunder, and let them see with their own eyes the fragility of the nobles hidden under the bright and beautiful appearance.

Finally, a new vested interest group that obeys his orders was established, and then it continued to grow and develop to form a new ruling class on this basis.

In other words, the essence of this war is a screening process.

And those who are selected will be trained and promoted, and gradually have a close causal relationship with Zuo Si.

In this way, after a simple reorganization of this group of rabble, to be precise, the educated and trained guards in the castle were inserted as officers to form an organizational structure, followed by the distribution of weapons and protective gear, and then a week of food supplies, and then set off in a mighty manner.

About two days later, the army arrived at the first nearby castle.

Since there were no signs of war before, and the noble lord had gone to attend a wedding and had not returned, the castle was not prepared for war at all, let alone mobilization.

Although the gate was closed immediately after the enemy was detected and prepared to defend, the total number of soldiers and male servants was less than 200. Just looking at the 5,000-man army outside the city would make one's scalp numb.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the castle was also built on the mountain, and the terrain was very dangerous. As long as the only entrance and exit was blocked, it could be defended.

"Sir, do you want to try to launch an attack immediately?"

The captain of the guard stared at the steep mountain road and asked in an uncertain tone.

"No need to try, just let a few strong men bring shovels and carry two iron buckets to follow me."

After saying this, Zuo Si, wearing heavy armor and carrying two door-plate swords, walked straight along the hillside to the location of the castle.

His move undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention instantly.

In particular, the crossbows and catapults on the castle were all adjusted to aim at the guy who looked like a noble knight.

The soldiers in his own camp were also shocked by Zuo Si's arrogance and boldness.

After all, no armor can resist heavy long-range weapons such as crossbows and crossbows.

Moreover, there are at least thirty archers holding crossbows on the wall.

"Damn it! You guys! Bring shovels, shields and two iron buckets and follow me! Hurry up!"

The captain of the guard did not dare to hesitate at all, and immediately called sixty people to form a dense shield formation to chase after him.

As the only male in the Roald family, he did not dare to think about what the consequences would be if Zuo Si had any accident.

"Shoot!!!"

When the group entered the attack range of the castle arrow tower, the middle-aged man in charge of commanding the defense on the wall immediately waved his sword and issued an order.

Instantly!

All the crossbows, crossbows and crossbows fell like raindrops.

Especially the stones thrown into the air by the catapult and falling rapidly, each time they hit, they would produce a violent vibration, making all the people participating in the attack feel fear involuntarily.

Although they knew that the hit rate of this thing was not high, once they were hit, they were basically hopeless.

In addition, the heavy arrows fired by the crossbow also had terrifying penetrating power, and often penetrated the person and the shield on the spot with one shot.

Once there was a gap in the shield wall, the crossbow arrows shot by the crossbow could shoot them one by one on the way to the charge.

Therefore, attacking a city, especially attacking a stronghold like a castle with amazing defense, has never been an easy task.

Often a castle plus two or three hundred defenders can withstand a siege of thousands or even tens of thousands of people for weeks or even months.

"Sir! Be careful!"

Seeing a heavy arrow shot from a bed crossbow heading straight for Zuo Si, the captain of the guard immediately shouted nervously.

But what he never expected was that Zuo Si not only did not choose to dodge, but instead pulled out a door handle and directly stood up to block in front of him.

The next second...

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the wooden shaft of the heavy arrow instantly turned into countless fragments after the impact, and even the iron arrowhead was deformed on the spot, spinning and flying to the side, hitting the stone and splashing golden sparks.

But Zuo Si was only pushed back half a step by the huge force.

"This... How is this possible!"

The enemy commander on the wall was dumbfounded.

You know, that was a heavy arrow shot by a bed crossbow, a defensive weapon that could penetrate several heavily armored targets and kill them instantly.

But now it was blocked by a person with a weapon in his hand.

This simply overturned his cognition of human beings.

"Keep going! Don't worry about those crossbows and catapults! I will take care of all your current attacks!"

Zuo Si pulled out the big sword inserted into the ground and continued to move forward.

There is no doubt that his previous move instantly won the trust of his own soldiers, and also boosted the morale of those mercenaries and militiamen who were originally frightened.

After all, their lord was so strong and led the troops, so why shouldn't they fight?

As long as they could get in, they would have everything, whether it was wealth, women, food, or wine.

Even if the lord took most of it, the rest would be enough for them to make a fortune.

So with the cheers and roars all day long, the team that had previously formed a shield formation and advanced slowly suddenly burst out with amazing subjective initiative.

One mercenary captain even directly ordered his men to flatten their shields, and several people ran forward carrying the gunpowder barrel.

Just when they were mentally prepared to be shot by crossbows, they were surprised to find that Zuo Si actually waved the two door panel swords in his hands and actually blocked all long-range attacks.

Whether it was the heavy arrows fired by the crossbow or the equally deadly crossbow arrows, even a stone weighing tens of kilograms had its direction changed by the tilt angle of the sword.

"Long live the lord! Charge! As long as you charge to the city gate, you will win!"

The guard captain felt the warrior's blood in his body begin to boil, and his eyes showed infinite admiration and adoration.

After all, which man would not want to follow and loyal to such a strong man to achieve immortal achievements.

Relying on the morale that was about to report, a group of rabble walked through the death passage and came to the city gate.

"Dig a hole! Dig a hole quickly! Right here! Then bury both iron buckets in it!"

"Damn it! Don't rush me! Let me take a breath!"

"Still breathing? Didn't you see the bastards on the wall were hitting us with rocks and rolling logs?"

"Ha! What are you afraid of? With the wise and powerful lords here, they can't hurt us at all!"

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense here! Take the time to dig a hole!"

…

As they laughed and cursed for the rest of their lives, the soldiers, who were almost exhausted from exhaustion, began to dig the soil under the city gate and stuffed two explosive barrels in as ordered.

After doing all this, they immediately turned around and ran back.

A few unlucky ones tripped over rocks because they were running too fast. They tumbled down the hillside and suffered serious injuries. Others were hit on the head by sharp rocks and died on the spot.

But no one showed sadness about this, but everyone was beaming with joy.

Because a castle like this is easy to defend and difficult to attack, usually the first wave of people who rush up will never come back.

But now they only killed a few careless idiots, so they made a lot of money.

But what puzzled everyone was that Zuo Si did not retreat too far after lighting the fuse, but directly stuck two swords in front of him and waited for the explosion.

"No! They buried gunpowder under the city gate! Water! Bring water!"

The commander on the city wall obviously realized what the two sizzling things under the city gate were, and he was instantly frightened out of his wits.

After all, gunpowder may not be something that low-level commoners have seen much, but as a knight loyal to a noble lord, he knows everything about it.

With the amount of explosives in those two iron barrels, it would definitely blast the fragile city gate and even the city walls on both sides into the sky on the spot.

But unfortunately, he found out a little too late.

Before the soldiers who ran down could pick up the bucket, the fuse on the iron bucket had already burned out.

In a blink of an eye!

Dazzling firelight and deafening loud noises resounded through the sky.

boom! ! ! ! ! ! !

The violent shaking made everyone around him unsteady.

Especially the people on the castle wall were swaying all over the place, and one person lost his footing and fell from a height, and was injured or died.

As for the city gate...

Now there is only a huge gap left, and the walls on both sides have collapsed. Even if the soldiers standing nearby were not killed on the spot, they are now buried alive under the rubble.

"Oh my god! Is this the power of gunpowder?"

The guard captain got up from the ground and shook the dust off his body, his mouth wide open in shock.

The mercenary next to him had eyes flashing with excitement, grinning wildly and laughing wildly: "Hahahaha! Great! Great! With this thing, what castles and cities can stop it?" Stay with us? Long live my lord! Come with me and kill everyone who dares to resist!”

"Rush!!!!"

"Steal money! Steal food! Steal women!"

"Damn it! Wait for me! I have never tasted the taste of a noble maid in my life!"

"Remember to save the most beautiful ones for the lord!"

"Go away! The lord has Miss Mana, so he doesn't look down on those common people."

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Accompanied by all kinds of obscene words and curses, this rabble rushed towards the gap created by the blast.

Some enemy soldiers struggled to get up and tried to resist, but the aftereffects of the violent explosion made them slow to react and even unable to maintain their balance. They were killed by enemies who were far more numerous than themselves.

Many unarmored farmers were even more unceremonious. They directly pulled off the armor from the dead and put it on themselves. The pitchforks in their hands were also randomly discarded on the ground and replaced with better weapons such as swords, spears, axes, etc.

This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre.

This soldier, who has completely unleashed his violent nature, basically kills men when he sees them, and throws them to the ground and violates women when he sees them.

Even if he occasionally encounters a tough opponent and is counterattacked, he will not be afraid at all. Instead, he will quickly summon his accomplices to launch a righteous group fight.

Suddenly the entire castle was filled with the screams of men before they died, as well as the pleading and crying of women.

Zuo Si did not join in, he just stood at the entrance and admired the scene with interest.

"Sir, are you sure you don't want to stop them? If this continues, I'm afraid that few people in the entire castle will survive."

When saying this, the captain's eyes were full of naked and undisguised contempt and disgust.

But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, there is no need.

Because all the soldiers and servants in the castle have a very strong personal dependence on the noble lords here, their loyalty is almost impossible to be shaken.

Instead of keeping them as a huge hidden danger, it is better to use the soldiers to clean them up.

What's more, I am not here to play war games with the local nobles, but to uproot them and completely eradicate them.

Only in this way can the rule become stable, instead of rebellion every now and then."

"But without the nobles, how can you rule the increasingly large territory?"

The captain's face showed a puzzled and puzzled expression.

After all, there are not many people in this world who can read and manage. In addition to the noble class, only the church of the King's Hall can cultivate a large number of talents in this area.

"It's very simple. I can use merchants and craftsmen from the citizen class.

They have also received education, although it may not be much, but they can be used with a little training.

And I also plan to distribute land to tenants and serfs in exchange for them to join the army as soldiers and pledge their loyalty to me.

These people will be the main force in the army in the future and must accept strict training and discipline.

I will promote the best among them to be officers, and then transform them from soldiers to administrative officials when necessary.

In this way, I can abandon the original aristocratic system and build my own ruling framework, a country composed of officers, merchants, craftsmen and property-owning freemen.

How about it, isn't this a great idea?"

Zuo Si pursed his lips and stared at the other party with a slightly playful look.

The captain of the guard was silent for a moment, and finally smiled bitterly and sighed: "It's really great.

Your wisdom and talent are beyond my reach.

I can't believe that the reason why you made such an amazing move was not because of madness and arrogance, but because you had thought about how to realize your ambition from the beginning.

Especially the distribution of land to tenants and serfs will surely win their heartfelt gratitude.

At that time, this largest group will become the foundation of your rule, and at the same time it will shake the nobles' rule over the territory.

Because there is no tenant or serf who does not desire to own a piece of land of their own.

So they will worship you, support you, respond to you, and are willing to provide any intelligence needed for your army.

In order to prevent this from happening, the nobles will definitely become more and more harsh on tenants and serfs, further intensifying the conflict.

If you add gunpowder, a siege weapon, it may not take long for you to conquer this country.

Those short-sighted nobles can never be your opponents."

When saying this, the captain of the guard's tone was full of sincerity and respect.

He had realized that this man who had become his monarch could definitely accomplish something earth-shattering.

Just as the captain of the guard wanted to ask which noble's territory should be attacked next, several mercenaries suddenly pushed a lady in a gorgeous red dress, two boys and a girl out of the room.

The leading captain shouted in an almost boastful tone: "Sir! We caught the countess and her three children. They wanted to escape from the secret passage under the castle, but we found and caught them."

"Well done!"

Zuo Si's face showed satisfaction.

This meant that he could eradicate all the direct bloodlines of this family at once and eliminate the unstable factors to the maximum extent.

"Do you need us to pack this lady and lady and send them to the room upstairs for you to enjoy?"

The captain of the mercenary showed a flattering smile full of obscenity.

In his opinion, only Zuo Si, as a lord, was qualified to enjoy such wonderful spoils.

But Zuo Si waved his hand indifferently: "I am not interested in such a woman with an empty head and only a beautiful body. You can keep her for yourselves. Remember to deal with her after you have had enough fun. I don't want any bloodline of this family to escape. Do you understand?"

"Of course! You are simply the most generous and greatest lord I have ever met in my life! We swear to follow your footsteps forever, to the ends of the earth."

The captain of the mercenary took the lead and knelt on one knee to make a solemn statement.

Not only him, but other mercenaries around who heard this also did the same.

After all, it is so rare to find a noble lord on this continent who is both powerful and generous and willing to lead the way on the battlefield.

It is not easy to meet one, of course you have to hold on to his thighs tightly.

"No!

You can't leave us to these dirty and lowly mercenaries!

We are nobles!

I demand that you treat us as nobles should be treated!

My father will definitely be willing to pay a high ransom for me and my child."

The lady was obviously terrified, yelling at Zuo Si, her whole body trembling with fear.

She undoubtedly knew how miserable it would be to fall into the hands of these mercenaries.

"Sorry, ma'am, I'm not interested in the ransom."

Zuo Si refused very straightforwardly, and at the same time, he did not forget to order the others in the courtyard: "I don't care how you want to play, but when you leave, you must kill all the people in the castle who are taller than the wheels."

Taller than the wheels?

Everyone's eyes quickly cast to the carriage not far away, as if they wanted to remember this height.

But the next second Zuo Si kicked down one of the wheels and laid it flat, and added with a creepy smile: "Not a vertical wheel, but a flat wheel. Now I declare the carnival begins! Except for killing each other, whatever you want to do is allowed. But only in the castle."

As the last word came out, this group of mobs of people instantly boiled.

The captain of the mercenary ripped the lady's clothes without hesitation and pressed her directly to the bloody ground.

Several other mercenaries nearby did the same thing to her three children, including the two handsome boys.

Darkness, desire, evil, sin...

Zuo Si directly released the dark side of human nature and turned the entire castle into a complete hell on earth.

From the coldness and ruthlessness revealed in his eyes, it is not difficult to see that he had no intention of leaving even a single living person from the beginning.

Just when the scene of the demons dancing wildly reached its peak, a red Behelet appeared in the open space less than half a meter away from him.