The Thracians did not have only one military camp in the Norma region.

As a dukedom, the Dukedom of Norma is a bit small geographically, and on the earth, it is probably equivalent to the level of Poland and the Philippines, not to mention that compared with Leighton, who has just been relegated from the kingdom to the Duchy, even compared to the same kind of dukedom, it is not particularly large - the largest dukedom in the Western Continent is the Duchy of Lint in the Republic of West Bunlyka, which is almost as big as five or six Dukedoms of Norma, and it is also a big country that can be ranked in the top twenty on the earth.

By the way, the largest marquisate in the Western Continent is the Marquis of Drake in Thrace, and after the Marquis of Drake is promoted to the Duke of Drake in the future, it will be the largest Marquis of Marmon in Trera. And the largest county is the county of Tarakhan, the largest viscounty - assuming that the "Dragon Lord" is also a regular lord, then the Viscounty of Hot Springs is the largest, even more than many counties, if he is not counted, then the Viscount of Truman in Morai is the largest, and later after Viscount Truman defected to Thrace and became an earl, it was the largest Viscount of Hoover in Trera. As for the Viscount, then no one has counted it anymore.

To rule such a large territory, it is certainly impossible to rely on a military camp alone. The Thracians arranged hundreds of military camps in the Norma region, large and small, with hundreds of people at the top and a dozen at the few, but even then, there were not many areas that could really rule.

For the people of the Norma region, this is a good thing, which means that for a while, the butcher's knife will not be able to cut the heads of most people.

But for the people in the area where the barracks are located, this is a big bad thing.

The Thracians did not have the idea that "rabbits do not eat the grass next to the nest", on the contrary, since they had been let go of the reins by the Marquis of Henry, they naturally went wherever they went, and the closer they were, the more unlucky they became.

For example, several villages near this military camp have fallen with blood mold and have been plagued to the point of insignificance.

At the gate of a humble barracks converted from a small aristocratic manor, two soldiers were listlessly guarding the door.

The summer night is not cold, but there is no magic array to repel mosquitoes at the gate of the manor, the two of them are standing here, the gnats and the like naturally rush upward, and the two of them have four hands, and they can't protect the upper and lower levels, and they only work in the middle of the night, and they don't know how many bags they have bitten.

What made them even more unhappy was the voices coming from inside the manor.

Women's and men's voices.

At first, the woman's voice was begging for mercy and crying, then it became a scream, it became a wail, and now it was a weak and intermittent moan, and it is not at all strange when it completely disappeared.

The man's voice didn't change much, cheers, howls, violent gasps, and all sorts of shouts and curses, nothing more than a change of people, and a change of people, and then another person, and that's it.

"There are more than 20 people, why is it our turn to guard the door!" said a stout soldier unhappily, "I hate to be on duty at night! Isn't this just feeding mosquitoes! Where are so many mosquitoes in the south!"

"It's just mosquitoes, the most hateful thing is ...... Today's day is not right!" The other soldier was slightly taller, and his face was full of anger at the moment, "They just caught a few women back in the evening, if they don't hurry up, they will wait until the end of their duty tomorrow morning, I'm afraid they won't even be able to take advantage of the heat!"

"If it's not hot, it's not hot. The stout soldier didn't care, "Anyway, after I did it, it was cold...... I don't mind. ”

"I don't mind XX!" the tall soldier was angry, "I don't care if it's beautiful or not, I don't care if it's fresh or not, I don't care if it's alive or dead, I can't even bear it if it's not hot!"

"If you can't bear it, find two by yourself next time you go out. ”

"Find out for yourself?, where are there any suitable women around?" the tall soldier became more and more angry, "this time they have walked almost fifty miles to get a few! If you want to go further, you can't come back before dark, that's a violation of military discipline!"

When it came to military discipline, both soldiers showed a bit of fear.

Their chief, nicknamed "The Butcher", was an extremely murderous figure. Turning around and killing people without saying a word is a common thing. The most terrifying thing is that as long as he kills him, he will dare to provoke anyone and kill anyone.

He had only one ear and half a missing nose, which he had cut off when he tried to dismount a well-mannered recruit, whose name was Richard, and whose blond hair was scattered like a lion's mane.

Since that incident, he was originally the head of the forbidden army in the royal capital and was sent to the border where rabbits don't, but somehow, he participated in the battle of Molai as a junior officer...... Needless to say, all in all, now he is the head of this military camp, the absolute ruler of this radius of hundreds of miles.

Originally, when he was in the camp, the "butcher" still restrained his temper, and after taking the lead alone, his brutal personality immediately couldn't help but attack.

For example, the owner of this manor had surrendered, but because he didn't know how to make him unhappy during dinner, he cut off his head and hung it on a tree not far away - it is still dangling.

With that slash, the ferocity that the "butcher" had suppressed for many years completely exploded. He killed the adjutant in charge of the overseer, killed most of the people of the manor, tied up the rest of the men and women, and had the soldiers kill the men and women one by one, and finally killed the women as well. The scorching stench on the edge of the woods outside the manor is the final outcome of these people in the manor.

After the slaughter of the manor, the "butcher" became more and more ferocious, running out to kill people every day. It was about a little better to use his brain after venting, and he didn't stop the soldiers from having fun on their own, there was only one - whoever dared to disobey his orders, without saying a word, cut it with a knife.

In just a few days, he has already cut three soldiers.

These soldiers are jackals, tigers and leopards in front of the people, but in front of the "butcher" they are nothing more than dogs, where is the guts to disobey his orders!

Speaking of "butcher", the desire in the hearts of the two soldiers suddenly dissipated, their bodies trembled slightly, and they hurriedly corrected their attitudes, looked around cautiously, and honestly did the work of guards, not daring to be negligent.

After another moment, the woman's voice in the manor finally died down completely, and only the man's voice continued.

After a long time, the man's voice finally dissipated, and there was silence.

"These bastards have finally stopped! I don't know how to play...... Shouldn't it be like last time!" The stout soldier remembered the situation last time, and couldn't help but complain, "If you play badly, you won't have to play!"

He complained a few words, but he didn't hear his companion answer, so he couldn't help but turn his head and ask, "What's wrong?"

At this glance, he was stunned for a moment, only to see his companion staring at the sky in a daze, his eyes were round, and his face was full of horror, as if he had seen something terrifying.

"What's so scary?" he said, looking up as well.

Then, too, he was stunned.

The weather is very good tonight, the moon is in the sky, and Yuyu clarifies. But when he looked up, he saw only a bright red moon, and it was so low that it seemed to be about to fall to the ground.

"This ...... What's going on?"

But he didn't hear himself speak, for he, like his slightly taller companion next to him, was completely stiff and unable to say anything.

A strange force came from the bright red moon, like a rope, binding his body and dragging him into the air. When he staggered into the air, he saw two people in simple soldier armor facing the sky on their backs, their faces full of horror, but their expressions were completely frozen, and their eyes were motionless, clearly dead.

No! He suddenly reacted - wasn't he himself the shorter of the two men!

He slammed a spirit, struggled hard, but it was useless, only to see dozens of thick threads falling from the bright red moon, each of which tied up a colleague, dragged one by one, and dragged towards the moon.

When he was about to be dragged in, the last thing he saw was a "butcher" who was roaring and struggling, but just like them, being dragged out.

After another moment, everything was completely silent, and a white-haired young man in a gorgeous dress stood on the top of a large tree nearby and sighed deeply.

"It's still too late!" his voice was full of self-reproach, "I should have thought of it a long time ago, and I should have set off early!"

As he spoke, he looked down at his right hand, at the half-empty and half-real red moon in his hand.

In the bright red moonlight, more than two dozen evil souls were struggling and screaming in the raging flames, but they couldn't make a sound.

"These sinful souls, they will only become demons when they go to hell, so let me find you something that is really suitable for you!"

He said coldly, took off the brooch pinned to his chest, and put the red moon that imprisoned the souls of more than twenty villains into it.

The brooch flashed and then returned to its original state, seemingly unchanged.

"When I first started playing the game, it took months to collect a thousand sinful souls to build the 'City of Sinners'. He said to himself, "I can't imagine that after the game becomes a reality, evil spirits abound...... Maybe compared to the 'Lord of the Demon Sword', the 'Spirit of Domination' is really suitable for this world......"

After a sigh, he waved his hand, and a ball of flame flew into the manor, turning the entire manor into a sea of fire, and he turned into a black shadow, speeding in the direction of the Norma Mountains.

The fire burned brightly, burying the innocent dead and the villains who deserved it.