Over this time, Valam has conquered one viscountydom and two baronies. If the size of these territories is used as a criterion, the area that Valam now occupies has long since far exceeded the Clemen family's interest domination zone in the third stage of the Overworld.

However, here is just here, there is still there.

Even the well-informed Valaam was still struck by the sheer richness of this space realm. He had not seen other spatial realms controlled by the main legion, so he could not compare them with the realm he was currently in. Valam even thought of modifying his original plan: after killing Su Hao, he would transfer some of the family's forces into this space. Although there is no systematic civilization here, and the development of science and technology is extremely low, the Clemen family has enough time to change this qiē. Eliminating Su Hao is only a short-term task, and the same is true for scavenging resources from within the space. Only by truly occupying this qiē and continuing to steadily develop the family power is the foundation of strength.

Here, the Clemen family could easily become kings of a large territory. It is even possible to conquer the entire space realm and become the supreme emperor. It will take hundreds of years to cultivate talents and guide technology, and it may consume most of the family's resources. However, compared to the strength of the future, a qiē is worth it.

Behind Valaam, up to dozens of armed off-road vehicles lined up, as well as an even larger number of armored trucks and light combat vehicles. The warriors dressed in black all bear the special insignia of the Clemen family. They were heavily armed, their assault rifles were loaded with ammunition, and the vehicle-mounted artillery had all the data from the area. Although it is impossible to know exactly how each stone has been recorded, the number of major roads, bridges, and obstacles can be found on the digital map.

In order to improve the information and minimize the battle losses, Valam sent a large number of scouts. They disguised themselves as civilians of this world, and scattered a large number of electronic detectors in the target area, and when the information was summarized, a complete overview map of the surface data was 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 Su Hao to give me such a big gift. This is called "luck". If it weren't for poor Britto trying to come over and earn those Imperial contributions, I wouldn't have had the chance to be here. ”

Valam no longer thinks about empires. Of course, this does not mean that he wants to sever ties with the Third Stage Overworld. Instead, Valaam changed his mind and wanted to focus his attention on this spatial realm.

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

It's his spoils.

This is not just Valam's personal thoughts. In fact, almost every Clemen Family warrior who followed him into the space realm had a similar thought.

"People die for money, birds die for food" is a famous sentence for the ages. Even the family's privateers were eager to gain wealth in war. Imperial law states that in the war between humans and the dark world, no one is required to abide by military rules in the cities and villages that occupy the dark world. The important materials that must be handed over under the regulations are removed, and the remaining income of the war goes to the individual.

It was under this tremendous material stimulus that the Imperial Army maintained high morale and a strong fighting spirit.

In this space, the benefits that can be obtained are obviously more than in the dark world. Especially when it comes to women. Although there are females in the dark world, there are too few of them. Neither legionnaires nor mercenaries in battle ever see those dark females as women. Their greatest value is that they are used for research and as a raw material for the production of special substances such as "Ryuky spheres". But here, if you take a city, there are thousands of beautiful women in it.

Valam heard a rapid, heavy breath.

It was a few family guards who followed him.

During this time, they had a good time. Every day there are different women, and every day they enjoy the aristocratic life. That kind of comfort and enjoyment is definitely not the service that can be obtained in a high-end nightclub with a few thousand imperial gold coins. Those women tremble under the threat of guns and swords, and they will obey your every command with absolute absoluteness. It's not about selling your body for money, it's about having to do it for your life. Even Valam himself could clearly feel that the gaze released in the eyes of those women did not have the perfunctory and frivolous nature of the women in the nightclub, but unreserved obedience and willingness.

This is what every man dreams of.

What's more, there is also gold and silver here. This is also part of the Empire's resources. It was thanks to the huge quantities of gold and silver from other realms of space that the Imperial Treasury was able to produce more currency. The inability to use banknotes is indeed a sad thing for a higher civilization. Overly advanced technology has rendered all kinds of anti-counterfeiting measures ineffective. There is no better way than to abolish paper money and return to gold and silver money.

Walam put down his binoculars and turned around to see the heavily armed family privates behind him, everyone's face was full of fanaticism.

"I saw a bunch of crazy people. Every single one of you is a lunatic. ”

Valam continued to smile and said, "I like crazy people. Only a madman would fight hard, would work frantically for the spoils of war. I have given you this opportunity, and I hope to see you do better than before. ”

The crowd grew agitated, and the cars started their engines and turned on their headlights, illuminating Valaam, who was standing in front of him.

This form of declaration of battle has become a tacit practice between Valaam and the private soldiers. They know what he's going to say, and he knows what they're trying to do. It's not about the content itself, it's about what happens next.

A thin streak of blood slowly appeared in Valaam's eye socket. Soon, the entire pupil turned bright red.

This is due to the difference between the composition of gases in the space realm and the third stage of the Overworld. Oxygen levels are slightly higher here than in the Overworld, and congestion is more frequent.

Walam boarded the buggy, pulled out his sword slanted in his back, picked up the microphone, and gave the order to the already eager army: "Go!" Take the city and kill everyone who dares to resist. We don't need captives, just booty, and women. ”

As many as a hundred chariots immediately began to turn, followed the predetermined route, increased the throttle, and rushed towards the city located in the heart of the basin.

After the previous battles, the Clements sent four reinforcements to Valaam. Now, he has more than 1,500 troops at his disposal. This is already the limit of the personnel that the Clemen family can use. After all, the third stage of the Overworld is the focus. Sufficient protection and maneuver forces must be left there.

Valam is not worried about the personnel side. Threatening killings were inevitable with each conquest, and Valam was rewarded with a large number of surrenderers. After all the calculations, there are now more than 3,000 troops in the space domain under his command. Although they are all servant troops armed with cold weapons, they also have enough basic combat power to maintain the local area.

Valaam brought only more than a thousand men with him. All of them are equipped with powerful vehicle-mounted artillery, even if the city is larger, and the outcome is the same.

The soldiers on the ramparts had noticed the anomaly. Even though it was night, the vibrations coming from the ground were still violent, and the roar of countless engines could not be hidden. Especially those bright headlights, which can be seen from a long distance. They don't belong in this world, it's strange and scary.

"Who are you?"

A captain of the city guards shouted at the off-road vehicle led by him, but was replied with a shuttle of bullets. He covered the wounds of the bullet and fell from the city screaming.

Several off-road vehicles rushed into the city gate at full speed, and the gunmen standing in the vehicles fired fiercely at the soldiers, completely controlling the entrance to the city. Soon, a deafening roar of engines sounded at the edge of the city, and when armored trucks and various light combat vehicles poured into the city, a bloody slaughter was immediately set off.

Imperial law does not restrict killing in the space domain. Here, a qiē atrocity is legitimate.

Valaam didn't need many prisoners. Before he completely solved Su Hao's confidant, he didn't have the heart to manage the area that had been occupied in the space. After all, Su Hao is the real owner of this space. He was registered with the Imperial Civil Headquarters, and all information indicates that he was the rightful occupant. If Su Hao himself and his development team could not be annihilated according to the predetermined plan, then there would be no way to talk about the Clemen family's legitimate ownership of this space domain.

Machine guns against spears and swords, it was a one-sided slaughter. Everywhere the chariot went, there was blood and death. The privates fired at every building that appeared to be an armed stronghold, and shot at every defender with a weapon in his hand. In the face of unstoppable brutality and violence, any resistance became weak, and houses continued to collapse in the explosions and be buried along with the people inside.

The army of Count Larsen, the owner of the city, was completely wiped out in less than half an hour.

Valaam's pre-war preparations were extremely adequate. He bribed some people and destroyed the winches of several city gates. The location of the city guard had been entered into the computer, and thousands of soldiers had been slaughtered before they could form a resistance under the siege of a large number of chariots. It was the equivalent of heavy machine guns and combined machine guns firing at a dense human wall, falling layer by layer from front to back, blood and death quickly wearing down the nerves of the living to fight back. Looking at the corpses lying at their feet, no one will want to fight their opponents anymore. The only thing even the bravest warrior can do in such a situation is to throw down his weapon and turn and run away.

Without the protection of the army, the battle in the city turned into a one-sided massacre.

Civilians are constantly being pulled out of their houses, either pushed against the walls by private soldiers and shot to death, or simply killed in their own rooms. Valaam ordered all the gates to be taken under control, and anyone who dared to resist, or who appeared to have an intention of resisting, was killed on the spot. The number of dead has increased rapidly, more than 10,000 corpses have fallen, and the strong and disgusting smell of blood has enveloped the whole city, and no one dares to come out of the house again, but through the window, shivering through the cracks, looking out, silently praying that he will survive from these hellish devilish creatures.

It was destined to be a red night full of blood.

Relying on energy batteries from the Third Overworld, the Clemen family militants installed loudspeakers in some of the city's main buildings. In the middle of the night, the fear of the inhabitants reached its extreme, and a loud, very strange syllable roar was heard outside.

"Everyone laid down their weapons and came out of the house where you were. Obey orders honestly, and any resistance will result in death. Again, all those who resist, shoot and kill! ”

The privates had already jumped out of the armoured trucks and drove the people inside down the streets, going from house to house. Their tactics were straightforward, kicking the door open, shouting, and then simply firing grenades when there was no response, or picking up flamethrowers and slamming them into the room. While those who were lucky enough to hide were on fire and screaming out of the streets, the other residents were also frightened and went out of their homes to gather in the square in the middle of the city, as instructed.

Count Larsen and his family were also driven to the square. The Count had blood marks on his body and clear fist marks on his face, and he and his wife held each other to keep them from falling. Next to them were five or six young men and women of different ages, the children of the Count.

Valam stood on the hood of an armored truck, his horn slightly raised, revealing a barely visible sneer.

"From today onwards, I will be your new city lord. It's up to me to decide this city now, and whatever you've done before, it's not going to be held accountable. I need your absolute, unreserved, and most complete obedience. If someone doesn't hear me clearly, I don't mind repeating it a second or third time. You must remember that my methods against the rebels have always been bloody and cruel. I have never been sparing in rewarding those who obey me and are willing to be loyal to me. ”

"Don't believe him! They are demons from another world! It's the devil! ”

An old man with snow-white hair tied to a stake in the distance hissed and roared: "He is full of lies, the king will soon send an army to attack, they will not stay here for long." Don't be fooled by his lies, the Earl is the true lord here. ”

Valam turned around and looked at the old man with an excited look with a sneer. He picked up the rifle in his hand, adjusted to the position of the grenade, and as he pulled the trigger to shoot the bullet, the wooden body where the old man was suddenly burst into a ball of fire, and the upper body of the whole person was torn apart along with the wooden stake, and the fiery air flow mixed with gunpowder smoke swept through the air, causing a burst of screams and exclamations in the crowd of onlookers.

"I don't like self-righteous guys. Especially people who think they are smart, they are actually stupid and don't know anything. ”

Valam threw his rifle to the armed squire next to him, and his cold gaze swept over the crowd: "Who else wants to take the initiative to stand up and be an example?" I give you the chance to be heroes. You will go down in history forever. Come on! Who else? ”

The electronic synthesized sound emitted by the intelligent system sounded awkward, but the square was silent. No one resisted, and no one fled. Whether or not they really understood Valaam's awkward words, the bloody reality lay in front of them, and even fools understood how to choose.

The crowd on the side suddenly became agitated, and a passage appeared in the middle. Under Valaam's gaze, a tall, tattered knight with blood-stained flesh stepped out of it. He had a beard on both sides of his cheeks and was holding a middle-aged man in his thirties. The knight walked directly to Valaam with the middle-aged man, and several armed attendants immediately surrounded them, raising their guns and pointing them at them.

The knight let go of his hand, threw the middle-aged man to the ground, and then fell on one knee in front of Valam, and said in a heavy and humble tone, "I, Knight Saben, am willing to be your most loyal subordinate. ”

Saben?

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

He was the captain of Earl Larsen's personal guard and the most trusted knight of the Count.

Interesting!

Looking at Valam, who was speechless, the knight Saben pointed to the middle-aged man who fell to the ground, and said flatteringly: "My lord, I have brought evidence to show my loyalty. He was the eldest son of the Earl of Larsen and the first in line to the throne. ”

"You're lying! You're lying! ”

The seriously wounded Earl Larsen suddenly became furious, he barely supported his body, pointed at the knight Saben with a trembling finger, and roared in anger: "He is not my son at all, no. You coward! Swindler! ”

Before the Count could finish speaking, the armed guards next to him had already picked up the butt of his rifle and slammed it down on the Earl's shoulder. He screamed and fell again, unable to get up.

Valam looked at the actual Saben kneeling in front of him, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Of course I need loyal men. However, this kind of thing is not enough to just talk about it. I will never be stingy with rewards, and I will never let anyone who tries to deceive me. ”

Knight Saben's reaction was quick, and he immediately raised his head and said seriously: "My lord, I definitely didn't lie. He was indeed the eldest son of the Earl of Larsen. Many people can attest to this. ”

"If you need someone else to prove anything, then you can't show what you're capable of."

Valam "hey, hey, hey" sneered: "I need absolutely obedient subordinates, but absolutely no waste. ”