The dwarf roared and took the lead, axe in hand. The axe is extremely wide, and the blade is glowing with blood, this is an axe that has been tempered and forged with blood after demonization, and it is heavier and more lethal than ordinary steel axes.

The dwarf's thick arms were knotted, and he rushed straight towards the demonized human like an angry bull, and the tomahawk swept through.

The demonized human crouched down, kicked hard with his long legs, and jumped more than two meters high in place like a frog.

The dwarf's axe swept over, and the few unlucky people behind the demonized humans were cut in half without saying a word, crawling and dying in a miserable howl.

The demonized human jumped behind the dwarf, and the whole person lay on the dwarf's body, his limbs tightly entwined, looking ridiculous.

Carlo let out a soft "huh" in his mouth.

It seems that this demonized human has even improved his sense of battle, with a cunning personality, flexible movements, and knows how to sneak attack.

It is not common among demonic races whose intelligence is generally not high.

The demonized human is far from being able to compete with the dwarves, but he has the advantage of his speed and size, and the blood basin bites the dwarves' necks with a large mouth, greedily sucking their flesh like maggots on tarsal bones.

The dwarf had nowhere to use his brute strength, and the pain made him lose his mind, and he even threw away the weapon in his hand, tearing and scuffling the enemies behind him frantically.

Eventually, the dwarf ripped off one of the demonic human's arms and thighs, but he also died from excessive bleeding.

To everyone's surprise, the demonized Terrans greedily lay on the dwarves' corpses and devoured their flesh and blood.

Carlo noticed that the pair of feet he had lost had begun to grow two small stakes of flesh, and it seemed that there was still a possibility of self-healing.

Carlo was even more pleased, was this a trait inherited from the evolution of the demon devouring its kind?

If that's the case, coupled with its cunning and cruel character, it's worth it if the success rate is a little lower.

"Go on. Carlo said coldly.

More humanity has been pushed into the Sources of Darkness, and the human captives have become utterly desperate. There are only two paths in front of them, either to die or, to become a monster, and life is better than death.

An atmosphere of despair and sadness spread through the crowd, and more people chose to flee and resist, but the result was the same.

In the end, more than 1,200 strong men threw themselves into the source of darkness, producing blood-colored monsters of less than seventy. The success rate is almost 1 in 20.

Carlo named this human-modified monster "The Greedy".

It's a pity that it's still too small, if the number can be tens of thousands and integrated into an army, the prototype of Carlo's demon army is almost there.

"Later, the woman and the child were also caught.." Carlo smiled and instructed Serdan.

There are so few human beings who have taken prisoners by plunder, and now is the time of war in various countries, and a large number of middle-aged men are forcibly conscripted into the army and fight on the battlefield, and adventurers and mercenaries alone cannot satisfy Carlo's appetite.

He plans to build a dark kingdom and keep a group of humans in captivity and let them desperately procreate, either as a food reserve or to transform into "greedy".

Carlo touched his smooth chin and muttered, "One more batch of beasts can be domesticated, all kinds of beasts can be... Let them mate with humans, reproduce, maybe they can give birth to half-human, half-beast monsters, what will such orcs transform into if they are thrown into the source of darkness? It's exciting."

"Serdan.." Carlo spoke suddenly.

Serdan bowed respectfully, "Yes, honorable lord. ”

"Gather your army, we should play a big game.." Carlo had a strange smile on his face, and his scarlet eyes were like two rubies, radiating an evil and cruel light.

...

This is a small city in the kingdom of ancient Asia, located on the border, with a small population, covering about 70,000 or 80,000 large and small villages around it.

The barbarian army of restless Germans and Slavs had not yet reached the east, and the civilians were still living in the shadow of the mighty Roman Empire.

In the past few years, most of the Roman troops stationed in the provinces of Asia have been withdrawn one after another, and the lives of the common people have been a little better, and they even longed for the war to last a little longer, and to kill a few more nobles who sucked the marrow of blood.

But these poor civilians had no idea that an even greater shadow was coming over them.

More than 20,000 demon warriors trampled on the land of humans, and even most of the grass and trees withered in their passes, wielding swords, their eyes were red, salivating for a long time, and they were hungry, until they finally saw the traces of humans.

The peasants, who were working in the wheat fields, casually glanced up between wiping their sweat, and then suddenly froze.

Endless blackness erupted from one end of the horizon, with a pungent fishy stench that obscured the setting sun.

The "greedy" scouts tore several stupid peasants to pieces and snatched them, and the dwarven warriors who followed stomped on their corpses, their flesh and bones crushed into the dirt.

There are also tall and sturdy dark elves, some with mounts, and warhorses with fangs that are more ferocious than jackals.

Two terrifying dragons flew up from below the horizon, their broad wings like dark clouds, blocking the sun.

The black demon dragon led by a huge obsidian throne was carried on his back, and a handsome young man in a black robe sat on the throne, holding a delicate elf girl in one hand and shaking a red wine glass full of blood in the other, with a lazy attitude.

This is a catastrophe, a catastrophe for the Terrans.

Carlo looked at the dense black shadows wriggling like ants under his feet, but his heart was not very satisfied. He wanted more, locust-like minions, to gnaw at the whole world.

The city-state was in sight, and in Carlo's eyes, it was an extremely tempting cream cake.

Dozens of large and small villages were scattered around the periphery of the city-state, and the demon army flooded over like a tide, the miserable howls of civilians were endless, and the smell of blood filled the air.

"Serdan.." Carlo called faintly.

The mighty King of the Dark Elves flew onto the dragon's back and half-knelt in front of Carlo.

A long, black scythe slipped out of Carlo's hand and handed it to Serdan.

"Use it to harvest life to your heart's content."

Serdan respectfully replied, taking the scythe with both hands, the inexplicable power contained in it made him tremble, and when he grasped the hilt, a powerful feeling immediately filled his body.

Serdan couldn't help but raise his scythe and let out a roar from his mouth. The demon army behind him also roared, bloodthirsty and crazy.

Everyone put down the blood clots of stumps in their hands and rushed towards the direction of the city with a howl, and the gathered demonic qi gathered into a huge dark cloud above the heads of the army, revealing a vision from afar.

The guards on the city walls were stunned, he had never seen such a scene since he was born, oh no, he had not even dreamed of it.

In the middle of the night, the guards let out a hoarse shout: "Enemy attack!"

"Boom.."

The next moment, the flames spit out from the mouth of the demon dragon destroyed the city gate, countless demons poured in, and the slaughter began.