For Carlo, whether it's enjoying or appreciating killing, it's an extremely pleasant thing.

He sat on the throne of the dragon, and the shadow roamed over the city-state.

It soon darkened, and night came.

The more than 3,000 guards stationed in the city had completely lost confidence in resisting after seeing the number and ferocity of the demon warriors.

It was a completely one-sided slaughter, and after the demon army had eaten enough, they followed Carlo's orders to drive the remaining civilians together.

Carlo condescendingly looked down at the terrified faces, fear, sadness, panic, despair... Ferments in the air with an intoxicating smell.

Now the level of civilization in this plane is not very high, it belongs to the Middle Ages of low magic, poverty and hunger are still the main theme, but compared with the Green world, the population is still a lot more.

Each of the provinces and states under the command of the Roman Empire had a population of at least a few hundred thousand, and the powerful ones could even reach a million.

This is good news for Carlo, after all, the more people there are, the more experience and evil points he can mine.

The lord of the small city was found out, and he was a fat man with a fat brain.

He looked at Sedan, with a pale face, and said in a trembling voice, "You... You will be sanctioned by the Holy See, and the revenge of the Romans.."

Serdan simply cut off his head.

Then Carlo's order came from the back of the demon dragon, and all the worthless people were killed, except for Qingzhuang and the child.

The demon army faithfully carried out Carlo's orders, and they brutally divided the civilians between prisoners and sacrifices.

Sacrifice of the Scythe of Envy.

Serdan took the scythe given by Carlo, and rode his warhorse past the kneeling civilians, and like a wheat harvester, a man's head rolled down, and blood pooled into a river.

The first seal of the Scythe of Jealousy needed to harvest 100,000 souls, and Carlo did not forget.

The civilians knelt on the ground like pigs and sheep to be slaughtered. The sound of crying, screaming, cursing, and begging for mercy was mixed together, and the smell of blood was so thick that it was choking, and the flickering fire reflected the hideous and terrifying faces of the demon warriors.

What is happening in the small town is like walking in hell on earth.

Vivien's eyes widened as she stared at the tragic scene below, tormented by the good nature of the elves.

Carlo stroked Vivien's supple blonde hair and smiled and said, "Dear Vivien, I thought you were used to it."

Vivien turned her head, looked at Carlo, and said in the most resentful and indifferent voice, "I curse you, curse you for your blood to run dry, your flesh to rot, maggots to eat your body, and your soul to die in a howl.."

After saying that, she went crazy and desperately tore her skin, pounded her lower abdomen, and scarred herself.

As Carlo's accessory, as a toy, she can only inflict a small amount of damage on him in such a pathetic way.

Moreover, the physical pain can make Vivi's sorrow in peace of mind a little less.

It's not that she didn't think about committing suicide, but she was forbidden by Carlo in her soul, and her life and death were not in her control at all.

Carlo watched Vivien's crazy behavior silently, and suddenly his face changed, and he grabbed Vivien's arm violently, and a faint fluctuation of life came from her lower abdomen.

Carlo laughed, grabbed Vivien by the neck, and pulled her in front of her.

"Dear Vivien, you've done something amazing."

"You say, will our children's talent be stronger than Merlin's."

"Your recipe will have to be changed in the future."

Carlo's palms were empty, and a woman's screams sounded below.

"My child!"

A newborn baby was caught crying and caught by Carlo, who tore off one of the baby's arms and shoved it into Vivien's mouth.

"You'll be hooked on the smell in the future."

...

When the sun rose again over the horizon the next day, there was no longer the hustle and bustle of the old days and the smoke of the cooking, only the ruins and bones scattered all over the ground.

Flocks of scavenging vultures flew up and down, making terrible calls and flapping their wings like burning pages.

More than 20,000 civilians were driven forward by the demon army, and no one knew where they were going or what they were about to face.

Everyone just walked numbly, and when their steps slowed down, the terrible monsters around them would whip them over.

People kept falling down on the road, but they were quickly dismembered and eaten.

Finally, they stopped, and the whip above their heads did not fall again, and it was supposed that their destination had arrived.

They saw a huge, strange black tree, with no leaves, only ugly branches. The air was as hot as standing by a fireplace, and a sharp-eyed person could see the tumbling magma not far away.

Then the terrifying black dragon flapped its wings and flew away.

The demon army moved and used sharp weapons to carve out large swaths of wasteland in the forests that had not yet been covered in black.

And then throw farm tools and grain at them, meaning you want them to work here?

Some people can't help but want to escape, but no one can escape, behind the dense forest is the sea, and the surrounding area is full of monsters, as long as they are caught, they will be eaten alive.

The civilians had to settle down, and the good news was that the monsters weren't slaughtering them anymore, as long as they didn't want to escape.

More than two-thirds of the men were taken one after another, and no one saw them return.

The remaining men were each assigned two or three women, and the monsters didn't need men to do the work, but forced them to stay in the house all the time...

As long as a woman becomes pregnant, a man can be rewarded with food.

The civilians have finally figured out what the monsters are trying to do, and they are keeping themselves in captivity as animals.

They encourage civilians to reproduce but keep the population within a single range.

Every once in a while, the black dragon in the crater flies out and leaves with the monsters, and then brings back new captives to replenish those who have died from fertility, hunger, fatigue, and hardship.

The surviving civilians gradually formed a deformed little kingdom, oh no, it should only be called a small town...

The population remained at 8,000 to 10,000 people, with children and women making up the vast majority, and as long as the number of adult men exceeded one-third, they would be brought into the giant black tree by the monsters.

Women are used as fertility tools, and monsters will make strong women constantly mate with men, mate with them, and even mate with wild **.

All sorts of bizarre babies were born, most of them dying, but as long as they survived, they were rewarded.

People who live in death, perversion, misery, hunger, and fatigue have a twisted personality and will, they become lazy, greedy, cruel, evil... It's getting more and more like monsters.

No one notices that the number and variety of monsters with hideous forms are quietly increasing...