In the past period, Valam had conquered one viscount territory and two baron territories. If the size of these territories was simply measured, the area that Valam now occupied far exceeded the interests of the Clement family in the third stage of the main world.

However, here is just here, there or there.

Even the knowledgeable Valam was still shocked by the huge wealth of this space field. He had never seen other space fields controlled by the main legion, so he could not compare it with the current field. Valam even thought about modifying his original plan: after destroying Su Hao, some family forces would be transferred into this space. Although there is no systematic civilization here and the development of technology is extremely low, the Clement family has enough time to change all this. Eliminating Su Hao is only a short-term task, and the same is true for plundering resources from the space. Only by truly occupying all this and continuously developing family power is the foundation of strength.

Here, the Clement family can easily become kings on a large territory. It is even possible to conquer the entire space and become the supreme emperor. It takes about several hundred years to cultivate and guide technology, and it may consume most of the family resources. However, compared with the strength of the future, everything is worth it.

Behind Valam, dozens of armed off-road vehicles, as well as more armored trucks and light vehicles. The soldiers in black all carry the special emblem of the Clement family. They are fully armed, assault rifles are loaded with bullets, and the on-board artillery also inputs all detection data from this area. Although it is impossible to be so meticulous that each stone is accurately known, many data on the main roads, bridges, and obstacles can be found on the electronic map.

In order to improve information and minimize combat losses, Valam sent a large number of scouts. They disguised themselves as civilians in this world and spread a large number of electronic detectors in the target area. When all the information is summarized, a complete overview of the surface data will be formed.

Looking at the bustling and lively city in the telescope, a smile gradually appeared on Valam's angular face.

"I really didn't expect that Su Hao would give me such a big gift. This is the so-called "luck". If it weren't for the poor Brito who wanted to come over and win the contributions of those empires, I wouldn't have had the chance to come here."

Valam no longer thinks about empires. Of course, this does not mean that he wants to cut off his ties with the main world in the third stage. Instead, Valam changed his mind and wanted to focus on this space field.

He always considered himself a standard soldier. But even so, after the second battle, Valam still spent a wonderful night with the viscount's wife and daughter on the soft bed that originally belonged to the noble.

This is his trophy.

This is not just Valam's personal thoughts. In fact, almost every Clement family warrior who followed him into the realm of space had similar thoughts.

"Man dies for money, birds die for food" is a famous saying that even family private soldiers are eager to gain wealth in war. The imperial law stipulates that in the war between mankind and the dark world, no one needs to abide by the military rules in cities and villages that occupy the dark world. There are important materials that must be paid in the regulations, and all the remaining war benefits belong to the individual.

It was under this huge material stimulation that the imperial army maintained high morale and strong fighting spirit.

In this space, the benefits you can get are obviously more than those of the dark world. Especially in women. Although there are females in the dark world, they are too small after all. Whether it is the legion soldiers or the mercenaries participating in the war, they will never regard those dark females as women. Their greatest value is to be used as raw materials for research or production of special substances such as "crystal balls". However, here, as long as a city is occupied, there will be thousands of beautiful women in it.

Valam heard a sharp and heavy breath.

Those were the several family guards who followed him.

During this period, they were having a great time. Every day there were different women, enjoying a noble life every day. That kind of comfort and enjoyment was definitely not the service that could be obtained in a high-end nightclub. Those women were trembling under the threat of muzzle and sword, and they would absolutely obey every order of your order. This was not for money to sell their bodies, but for survival. Even Varam herself could clearly feel: the eyes released from those women's eyes were not as perfunctory and frivolous as the women in the nightclub, but without reservation and willingly obeying.

This is what every man dreams of.

What's more, there are gold and silver here. This is also part of the imperial resources. It is precisely with the huge amount of gold and silver raw materials from other space fields that the Imperial Finance Department can continuously produce more currencies. The inability to use banknotes is indeed the sorrow of higher civilizations. The technology that is too prestigious has made various anti-counterfeiting measures useless. There is no better way to abolish paper money and reuse gold and silver currency.

Valam put down his telescope and turned around. When he saw the fully armed family private soldiers behind him, everyone's face was full of fanaticism.

"I saw a group of lunatics. Each of you is lunatics."

Varam continued to smile and said, "I like madmen. Only madmen will work hard and work wildly for the spoils. I have given you this opportunity, and I hope to see you do better than before."

The crowd gradually became restless, and the vehicles started the engine one after another, and the lights were turned on, illuminating the Valam standing in front of him.

This form of combat declaration has become a convention between Valam and the private soldiers. They know what he wants to say, and he knows what they want to do. The content itself is no longer important, what matters is what will happen in the next time.

A slender bloodshot slowly appeared in Valam's eyes. Soon, the entire pupil turned bright red.

This is caused by the difference between the gas composition in the space field and the main world in the third stage. The oxygen content here is slightly higher than that in the main world, and the congestion phenomenon is more frequent.

Valamden got on the off-road vehicle, pulled out the sword stuck in his back, picked up the microphone, and issued an order to the army that was already eager to try: "Go and occupy that city, kill all the guys who dared to resist. We don't need prisoners, just spoils, and women."

As many as hundreds of chariots immediately began to turn, increasing the accelerator along the scheduled route, and rushing towards the city located in the core of the basin like a tide.

After the previous few battles, the Clemen family sent four batches of reinforcements to Valam. Now, his troops have reached more than 1,500. This is the limit of personnel that the Clemen family can use. After all, the main world in the third stage is the focus. There must be sufficient protection and mobility.

Varam was not worried about personnel issues. Every time he conquered a place, threatening killing was inevitable, and Varam also received a large number of surrenders. After all, he calculated that there are now more than 3,000 soldiers surrendered to his space field. Although they are all servants armed with cold weapons, they also have basic combat power that can maintain the local area.

Valam only brought more than a thousand people here. All of them were equipped with amazingly powerful car-mounted cannons, even if the city was larger, the ending would be the same.

The soldiers on the city walls had already noticed the abnormality. Although it was in the dark, the vibrations from the ground were still violent, and the roar of countless engines could not be hidden at all. Especially the bright headlights, which could be seen far away. They did not belong to this world, and were strange and terrifying.

"Who are you?"

A city guard captain shouted at the off-road vehicle in charge, but the reply he received was a bullet. He covered the wound he was shot and fell from the city with a scream.

Several off-road vehicles rushed into the city gate at full speed, and the gunmen standing on the car fired violently at the soldiers, completely controlling the city entrance. Soon, a deafening engine roar sounded at the edge of the city, and when armored trucks and various light vehicles poured into the city, a bloody killing immediately started.

Imperial law does not restrict murder in the space field. Here, all atrocities are legal.

Varam doesn't need too many prisoners. Before he completely resolved Su Hao's confidant trouble, he had no intention of managing the occupied areas inside the space. After all, Su Hao is the real owner of this space. He registered at the Imperial Civil Affairs Headquarters, and all the information shows that he is the legal occupier. If Su Hao himself and his pioneering team cannot be annihilated according to the scheduled plan, then there is no way to talk about the legal ownership of the Clement family in this space field.

Machine guns are one-sided slaughtering on spears and swords. Wherever the chariots go, there are blood and death. Private soldiers fired guns at every building that seems to be an armed stronghold, and shot bullets at every guard holding weapons in their hands. In the face of unstoppable barbarity and violence, any resistance becomes weak, and houses continue to collapse in explosions and are buried with the people inside.

Earl Larsen, the army of the city owners, was completely destroyed in less than half an hour.

Valam was extremely prepared before the war. He bribed some people and destroyed several city gate winches. The location of the city guards had been entered into the computer. Under the siege of a large number of chariots, thousands of soldiers were slaughtered before they could resist. The equivalent of heavy machine guns and joint machine guns shooting at dense human walls, falling from front to back, and blood and death quickly wiped out the counterattack nerves of the living. Looking at the corpses lying at their feet, no one would want to fight against their opponents. Even the bravest warriors, the only thing they could do in this case was to throw down their weapons and turn around and run away.

Losing the protection of the army, the battle in the city turned into a one-sided massacre.

Civilians were constantly being pulled out of the house, either being pushed to the wall by private soldiers, or being killed directly in their rooms. Varam ordered people to control all the city gates, and anyone who dared to resist or seemed to have an attempt to resist was shot dead on the spot. The number of dead people increased rapidly, and more than tens of thousands of corpses had fallen down. The strong and disgusting smell of blood enveloped the entire city. No one dared to come out of the house, but looked outside through the windows and from the gaps, silently praying that they could survive the fate of these devilish guys in hell.

This is destined to be a red night filled with blood.

Relying on the energy storage batteries from the main world of the third stage, the Clement family armedmen installed loudspeakers in some major buildings in the city. By midnight, the residents' fear reached its peak and they also heard the roars of huge and weird syllables coming from outside.

"Everyone put down his weapons and came out of your house. Obey orders honestly, any resistance will lead to a killing. Reiterate, all those who resist will kill without any punishment."

The private soldiers had already jumped out of the armored truck, drove the people inside from door to door to door. Their methods were very direct, and they kicked open the door, first shouted, and without reaction, they fired grenades, or picked up flamethrowers to spray violently into the room. When those hiding people who were lucky enough to hide were on fire and rushed out of the street, other residents were also shocked, walked out of the house and gathered in the square in the center of the city according to the instructions.

Earl Larson and his family were also driven to the square. The Earl carries blood marks on her body and clear fist marks on her face. He and his wife support each other so that they will not fall. Next to them, there are five or six young men and women of different ages, namely the Earl's children.

Varam stood on the hood of an armored truck, with the horn slightly raised, revealing an almost invisible sneer.

"From today on, I will be your new city lord. This city is now up to me, and no matter what you have done before, I will not pursue it. I need you to obey absolutely, without reservation, the most thorough obedience. If someone has not heard what I just said, I do not mind repeating it the second or third time. You must remember that my methods have always been bloody and cruel to those who obey and are willing to be loyal to me."

"Don't believe that they are the devils from another world, they are the devils."

An old man with snow-white hair tied to a wooden stake in the distance roared: "He is full of lies. The king will soon send troops to attack him. They will not stay here for long. Don't bewitched by his lies. The Count is the real lord here."

Valam turned around and sneered at the old man with an excited expression. He picked up the rifle in his hand and adjusted to the grenade launch position. As the trigger was pulled out, the wood where the old man was located exploded, and a ball of fire broke out. The whole person's upper body and the wooden stakes were blown into pieces. The hot air flow mixed with smoke passed through the air, causing a scream and a scream among the crowd.

"I don't like self-righteous guys. Especially those who are smart, they are actually stupid and know nothing."

Varam threw the rifle to the armed servant next to him, and his cold eyes swept across the crowd: "Who else wants to take the initiative to stand up as a role model? I give you the opportunity to become a hero. You will be recorded in history forever. Who else?"

The electronic synthesized sounds emitted by the intelligent system sounded very awkward, but the square was silent. No one resisted or ran away. Whether they really understood Valam's difficult words, the bloody reality was in front of them, and even fools understood how to choose.

The crowd on the side suddenly became turbulent, and a passage appeared in the middle. Under Valam's gaze, a tall knight with broken armor and blood-stained body walked out of it. His cheeks were covered with beards, and he was holding a middle-aged man in his thirties. The knight led the middle-aged man directly to Valam. Several armed servants immediately surrounded him and pointed his gun at them.

The knight let go of his hand, threw the middle-aged man heavily on the ground, and then knelt on one knee before Valam, and said in a heavy and humble tone: "I, Knight Saben, are willing to be your most loyal subordinate of your Lord."

Saben?

Valam narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his left arm, and quickly searched the relevant information he had collected on his laptop computer, and found the name "Saboben".

He was the captain of the guard of Count Larsen and the most trusted and named knight of the Count.

interesting

Looking at Valam who was silent, the knight Saben pointed at the middle-aged man who fell to the ground and said flatteringly: "Sir, I have brought evidence of my loyalty. He is the eldest son of Count Larsen and the first heir."

"You lie, you lie"

The seriously injured Count Larsen suddenly became furious. He barely supported himself, pointed his trembling finger at the knight Saben, and roared in anger: "He is not my son at all, no. You cowardly liar."

Before the count finished speaking, the armed guard next to him had already swung the butt and smashed it hard at the count's shoulder. He screamed and fell down again, and could not get up.

Valam stared at Saben, who was kneeling in front of him, and suddenly showed a strange smile on his face: "Of course I need loyal subordinates. However, this kind of thing is not enough to just talk about it. I never stingy with rewards, and I will never let anyone go who wants to deceive me."

The knight Saben reacted quickly, and immediately raised his head and said seriously: "Sir, I absolutely did not lie. He is indeed the eldest son of Count Larsen. Many people can prove this."

"If anything needs to be proved by someone else, then your ability will not be revealed."

Varam sneered, "I need subordinates who absolutely obey orders, but I absolutely don't need waste."
Chapter completed!