"!!! Furzor Chamberbury"

Seeing the two powerful dragon allies being severely damaged and captured by the enemy in an instant, Delt's already unstable mood finally collapsed completely, and his two eyes were filled with terrifying bloodshots, staring viciously at the tyrant of the Moon Sea who was carrying a blood-stained javelin in one hand not far away.

At about the same time, the arcane spellcasters of Fort Santil led by Manson, as well as the army of the undead of Sazastan, the red-robed mages, and the priests and dark guards of the Church of Bane, the god of tyranny, were also dispatched en masse.

In less than seven or eight minutes, he beat the few spellcasters in the alliance forces of the two cities.

The defense line that had finally been stabilized collapsed completely.

Countless soldiers and adventurers had no choice but to lay down their weapons and choose to surrender in desperation, trying to save their lives first.

They obviously knew very well that it was impossible to outrun the combination of the swift goblin and the wolf, the common goblin and the goblin dog on two legs alone.

In addition, while Fort Santil and the Church of Bane are typical evil camps, they are also lawful camps.

Once a promise is made to surrender and avoid death, it is usually not broken.

The big deal was that he was sent to work as hard labor in mines, quarries, etc., or he was relegated to slavery and sold.

Anyway, it's definitely much better than continuing to do pointless resistance and being killed, and then being pulled up as an undead by those equally evil red-robed mages.

I have to say that the appearance of Sazastan and his army of the undead indirectly helped Fuzor Chamberberry a lot, and successfully dispelled many people's determination to fight to the death.

After all, they may be able to accept their own death, but it is absolutely impossible for them to accept that they will become undead creatures and continue to be enslaved by evil enemies.

In contrast, the elite knights cultivated by the city of Eltorel with a lot of money, time, and painstaking efforts were obviously impossible to surrender easily.

Because they are all devout disciples of Heim, the god of the guard.

If you surrender at this time, you will be rejected by the gods, so you can only fight to the death until the last moment of your life.

Except for a few who had a nervous breakdown under the influence of extreme fear and despair, abandoned their faith in Heim and chose to surrender, the rest were in a state of almost total annihilation.

In particular, many otherworldly creatures summoned through spell magic have excellent flying abilities.

The cavalry's most powerful impact and speed superiority is simply useless in front of flying units.

Either they were pulled off their horses by swooping down and dismembered by random blades, or they were restrained by low-level large-scale control spells such as greasy and spider webs.

Especially when the spellcasters of the coalition were suppressed, a large number of mages and warlocks who had mastered teleportation abilities realized that the defeat was assured and left their companions and fled, and the remaining low-level spellcasters were either quickly killed or taken prisoner.

When the battle is over, they will be divided between the Red Mage and Fort Santil, who will be forced to do something evil such as killing their former companions under the threat of death, and then spread the word.

As a result, these mages can only obediently accept their fate, join the former's organization, and slowly become evil and degenerate, eventually becoming selfish spellcasters.

As for those pastors, if they were willing to convert, they would be immediately accepted by Bane's church.

If you don't want to, then I'm sorry, please die.

In short, because of its rich experience in warfare and conquest, the fort of Santil was able to handle these things with ease, and there was no such thing as indiscriminate robbery, murder, and gang rape of women in other armies.

Its organization, discipline, and obedience are no worse than those of the religious armed forces under the command of the good gods of order.

Even the ordinary goblins, who were in disarray, and the monsters who had only recently been recruited, strictly carried out orders under the supervision of human and orc officers.

Because anyone who dares to be disobedient, or kills until he loses control and falls into a bloodthirsty rage, he will basically be killed on the spot without mercy.

After all, although the proportion of various monsters in this army is more than seventy percent, it is not the kind of rabble led by the chief of the primitive tribe.

Contrary!

Inspired by the power of the Church of Banne, the god of tyranny, and based on the highly trained officers of Fort Santil, combined with the absolute control of the Tyrant's Scepter and a clear system of rewards and punishments, he formed a powerful legion.

All monsters that are recruited are usually not immediately thrown into the battlefield, but go through a series of trainings first.

That's why, after suffering a defeat, the army was stationed on the bank of the river for so many days to repair.

On the one hand, it is to restore morale, and on the other hand, it is to train the monsters who have just been forcibly recruited, so that they can learn to obey discipline, order and prohibit, and how to cooperate with each other to fight in formation.

It can even be said that the background color of this army is the ultimate evil order.

However, as the supreme commander of the coalition forces, Delt could no longer care about gathering the defeated army and retreating into the city, but rode a strong heavy war horse under his crotch and charged the Tyrant of the Moon Sea without hesitation, trying to rescue the two seriously injured and captured metal dragons.

After all, he was a well-behaved paladin, and his nature and beliefs meant that he could not leave any of his men or allies behind.

"Hahahaha! Stupid paladins! Who do you think you are? How dare you challenge the spokesperson of the Great Dark King in this world? ”

Fuzor Chamberbury laughed wildly and blessed himself with a large number of divine skills, and waved the scepter in his hand to meet him.

Bang!

With a muffled sound of a skull shattering, the high-speed sprinting war horse was instantly smashed in the head, neighed and flipped a hundred and eighty degrees in mid-air, and finally fell to the ground fiercely, unwillingly convulsing and swallowing his last breath.

Obviously, with the blessing of powerful magic equipment and several divine arts, Fuzor Chamberry directly used the purest brute force to give this war horse a physical emergency stop.

The force he unleashed in an instant just now was even far greater than the combined impact force generated by the weight and acceleration of the war horse and the rider.

As for Delt, who has the LV17 Paladin level, he was even more smashed on the spot, and he couldn't successfully complete this riding charge at all.

You must know that this guy originally had the determination to die, and wanted to use the Evil Breaker Slash at the cost of his own life, and directly beheaded the other party under the horse.

But unfortunately, although the difference in professional level between the two is not large, even in hand-to-hand combat, Delt still has a considerable advantage.

But the problem is that Fuzor Chamberbery is a magic caster and voter, and his combat effectiveness cannot be measured by common sense.

What's more, he still has more than one powerful artifact in his hand, as well as a large number of high-end equipment and magic items.

Among them, Zuo Si's temporary borrowed Tyrant Scepter is currently being grasped in his hand, and another artifact, the Tyrant's Eye Scepter, is activated, floating in mid-air as a smart weapon with independent consciousness and thinking ability, constantly attacking enemies who have fallen to the ground.

Since the latter would constantly unleash rays of weakness at all non-believing Bane's targets, Dalter only had to resist two blows and began to become embarrassed.

If the strength attribute weakens to zero, then he will die instantly, and then his soul will be sucked in and imprisoned, and the effect is similar to the eight-ring spell magic [Soul Suppression].

In addition to this, Fuzor Chamberbery also has +5 sturdy magic armor, +8 bracers, bat cloak, freedom of movement ring, teleportation ring, and more.

But what does Dert have in turn on him?

The paladin who believed in Heim, the god of guards, had only a +3 holy greatsword with extra damage to evil creatures, a set of +1 full body armor, and an amulet that was permanently blessed by the Church to protect the wearer from evil.

If it weren't for the Holy Warrior's charisma, courage, aura, and divine blessings, and high magic resistance, he would not be afraid of any terrible enemies.

In the face of such an overwhelming disadvantage, ordinary people are afraid that they will not collapse and flee long ago.

Although there are many heroic legends in the continent of Faeron that rely on pure spirit and faith to defeat powerful enemies, it is clear that Kdelt is not one of them.

As he was hit more and more by the Weakening Ray, his strength stat soon dropped to a level lower than that of an ordinary person.

In this state, let alone continue to fight, even bearing the weight of the whole body armor seems to be out of breath and powerless.

As a result, he was kicked to the ground by Fuzor Chamberbery, kicked the +3 Divine Attribute Greatsword far away, stepped on one foot and stepped on the chest of the armor, and said in a condescending tone: "Stop struggling, Paladin."

You and your God can't change anything at all.

The land was destined to be overshadowed by the glory of the great Bane.

Now I'm giving you a chance to turn away from the darkness and turn to the light.

As long as you are willing to abandon the god of guards, Haim, and serve the great god of tyranny and become his dark guard.

Then not only will I not kill you, but I will give you an important place in the church.

From now on, you will not only be able to continue to govern the city of Eltorel, but you will also gain dominion over other nearby towns and villages. ”

You don't need to ask to know that the reason why Fuzor Chamberberry chose to surrender is that when the higher the level of the paladin degenerates into a dark guard, the more power can be obtained.

It's a contest between good and evil.

If successful, even Bane, the god of tyranny, will be pleased and will be rewarded handsomely for achieving it.

If a Paladin is Fallen at level 1 or 2, you will get an additional Slash per day at most, but if you are level 3 or higher, you can get Holy Healing, if you are level 7 or above, you can summon a Purgatory creature as a minion or mount, and at level 9, in addition to the Purgatory Minion, you can control an additional undead creature as a companion, and you are immune to the Priest's dispel or rebuke.

Once you reach LV11 or higher, you can even instantly convert the past Paladin class level to the Dark Guardian class level.

Therefore, a person like Dert, who has seventeen holy warrior ranks, whether it is the good camp or the evil camp, will take an extra fancy to it.

Because he is a vital weight on the scale.

Either side has the potential to trigger a chain reaction that increases the power of the opposing faction.

In addition, the sparkle of his soul is the most desired treasure from the gods, demons and demons.

Nothing makes Bane, the god of tyranny, happy, more than to lure goodness into darkness.

The leader of another faction of the Dark Lord, Agason Nasare, gained almost equal authority and status with Fuzor Chamberbury by leading Samast to the wrong path and allowing the latter to establish the infamous Cult of the Dragon.

Due to a series of reasons such as disagreement in ideas and competition for power, the two often accuse each other of being heretics and distort the original teachings of the great Bane.

"Phew! I'd rather die than serve your wicked, filthy, filthy God. ”

Delt spat at the other party very stiffly.

A high-ranking paladin like him had already deeply rooted his belief in goodness and order in his bones, how could he easily change his position.

"Humph! I don't know what to do! Since you toast and don't eat and drink, then don't blame me for not giving you a chance. ”

With a gloomy face, Fuzor Chamberberry raised the Tyrant's Scepter aloft, intending to enslave the other party with powerful magical powers, turning them into puppets under his control to carry out some tasks related to slaughter and betrayal.

For example, clean up the largest temple in the city of Eltorel, the Temple of Haim, and publicly transform it into the sanctuary of the Dark King.

When Dert has committed enough evil deeds to be hated by the entire city, he will be released from control and will face the cruel reality and eventually collapse and degenerate into the backbone of the church.

Along the way from the Dragon's Shores, Fazor Chamberberry has already managed to turn several paladin captives into Bane's minions.

Therefore, he believes that as long as he does the same, the guy in front of him will follow in the footsteps of the former without accident.

Delt clearly didn't realize the gravity of the problem, and put on a posture ready to meet death.

At this moment, a female golden dragon hovering high in the air to avoid the attack finally could not bear it anymore, ignoring the dissuasion of the other two companions, and suddenly rushed down at a near-vertical angle, trying to use the blind spot above his head to sneak up on Fuzor Chamberbury, in a vain attempt to inflict heavy damage and even kill the Tyrant of the Moon Sea.

But she apparently forgot that priests tend to have very high perceptual attributes.

And high perception brings strong willpower, judgment, and keen intuition and danger prediction.

If a person's perception attribute reaches sixteen points, then there is a high probability that he will find out when an enemy hides behind and secretly stares.

If you reach eighteen o'clock, you can even predict a second or two in advance that the chandelier fixed overhead is about to fall, so as to avoid the impending danger.

And Fuzor Chamberbery's perceptual attribute is full of blackjack.

So when the height of the golden dragon's fall entered the last hundred meters, he suddenly raised his head, with an evil and cruel smile on his face, and used another activation artifact to give himself the magic effect of [Defeating the Enemy] in an instant, and then threw the cursed javelin again at a lightning speed.

Sou!

Since the golden dragon swoops vertically with its wings folded close to 90 degrees, it is now almost like a free fall.

In addition, she entered a range of less than a hundred meters from the ground, and she didn't have time to make any dodge moves, so she ran into the javelin.

Next Second......

Burst!

The blade containing the curse against the dragon pierced the female golden dragon's neck in an instant, sending hot blood splattering in all directions.

Despite spreading his wings to try to cushion as he was about to hit the ground, it was already too late.

After about a second or two, the behemoth smashed a crater into the ground with a thud.

Broken bones!

Torn muscles, blood vessels and internal organs!

And in an instant, more blood gushed out from the golden dragon's nose and mouth, as well as some minced flesh like residue.

There is no doubt that if an impact like this had been replaced by other creatures, even giants, they would have died long ago.

But the dragon's tenacious vitality did not cause her to die immediately, but fell into a state of shock with serious injuries and near death.

"Brainless fool! Do you think I'm going to be able to keep you dragons hovering in the sky off guard? ”

Fuzor Chamberbury stepped on the golden dragon's head, slightly raised his chin and showed a contemptuous expression.

Seeing that the fate of another companion was unknown, the remaining metal dragon immediately gave up the rescue plan and quickly turned around and left the battlefield, intending to find a place where no one was there to discuss countermeasures, or ask other people and allies for support.

After all, if you can't beat it, you can shake people, this is the glorious tradition of the metal dragon of the good camp.

Especially the silver dragon, known as the "dragon courtesan", will never lack all kinds of "licking dogs" around him.

This is also the reason why the evil faction color dragons despise them the most.

"Congratulations!

After winning this war, the army of Santilburg will be able to cross the Oza River and take all the important towns of Scanubel, Eltorel, Tril, and Soba.

By then, all you have to do is defeat Baldur's Gate and occupy it, and you'll be able to conquer the land once and for all. ”

Sazastan suddenly appeared next to him out of thin air at some point, smiling and complimenting.

But Fuzor Chamberberry didn't have the slightest happy expression, but responded indifferently: "So what? In the end, it's not about making a wedding dress for someone else. As long as Soth is here, I can't touch the vast land on the west coast of the Faren Continent. ”

"Don't say that. In fact, in a way, I am in the same situation as you. Sazastan quietly reassured.

"Yes! I'm not blind, and I can see that you're being used and instructed by him now. This guy is like a monster, and he can easily read other people's minds and make a price that you can't refuse. Fuzor Chamberbury sighed helplessly and complained.

Just as Sazastan was about to say something, he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Are you talking about me?"

With the last word blurted out, Zuo Si slowly walked out of the darkness and patrolled between the two with a slightly playful look.

"Why are you here?"

Fuzor Chamberbury was visibly taken aback.

Zuo Si smiled and asked, "Why can't I come?"

Don't forget, you've been here for too long.

If I can't advance to the predetermined battlefield before Baldur's Gate sends troops, it will seriously affect my plans.

What's more, I'm not here to look for you this time, but to make a deal with Sazastan. ”

"Deal?"

The legendary lich was stunned for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and his eyes burst with a terrifying glow that symbolized the identity of the undead.

"Yes, deals. I've got what Visharon was looking for, and it's also a prop that can turn mortals into gods. If you're interested, you can make an offer now. ”

As he spoke, Zuo Si took out the Eye of the Storm that was sealed inside the crystal ball under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes.

When the destructive aura of this thing was felt by the people around it, everyone's faces changed.

Fuzor Chamberbury could feel his heart pounding.

As Bane's chosen man, someone who had studied Silver Fire in depth, how could he not know what that eye meant.

The paladin Delt on the side struggled to sit up and shouted, "No! Stop it! You can't do this! He's sure to use this thing to cause a terrible disaster! ”

"I'm sorry, but it's not your turn to dictate what I'm going to do. And...... You don't even know what it is, do you? ”

Zuo Si glanced at the other party with an emotionless gaze.

There was no doubt that he wasn't at all worried that the paladin would say everything he had seen tonight.

Because Fuzor Chamberbury would not give the other party such a chance at all.

There are only two paths before Delt.

One is to die and persist until the end, and is killed by the people he once wanted to protect and guard in a wave of accusations and abuse;

The other is that he can't bear the huge psychological gap, and he makes a big mistake under emotional excitement, and completely embarks on the road of darkness and depravity.

Just when the paladin was still about to show his stakes, Sazastan finally picked up his withered and slender arm and shot out a magic beam from his fingertips, causing the former to fall to the ground in an instant, and then cautiously probed: "Are you really willing to take it out and make a deal?" ”

"Why not?

I don't want to be a god anyway.

It doesn't have any particular value to me.

But it's not the same for you and Visharon.

You must know that in this world, there are many powerful artifacts and magical items, but there are not many things that can make mortals become gods.

So if you really want to, it's best not to be too stingy.

Otherwise, I'd consider talking to Vishalen.

It is believed that he will be willing to redeem the Vision at any cost.

Of course, if you want to become a god, this alone is not enough.

You'll have to snatch that knowledge from Vishron, which was also dug up from ancient ruins.

Only when the two become one can one be promoted to become a true demigod. ”

As he said this, Zuo Si kept tossing, catching, throwing, and catching the crystal ball in his hand high, as if he was holding a priceless treasure but a delicate toy.

"You want me to go to war with Visharon and become an undying enemy?"

Sazastan was clearly not a fool and immediately realized the sinister intentions behind this.

But Zuo Si smiled disapprethoughtly and said, "Why, aren't you still an undying enemy?"

If I'm not mistaken, you've been fighting each other for centuries since you fought for the position of head of the Necromantic faction.

I believe that if there is a chance, whether it is you or Visharon, you will definitely hate to solve each other once and for all.

So I'll help you make up your mind to eradicate the enemy to a certain extent.

Think about it, what could be more satisfying in this world than killing an enemy, snatching the most precious thing from the palm of his hand, and then being promoted to become a god on high?

If you feel that there is a problem, you can choose to refuse.

After all, the premise of the transaction is that both parties must be consensual.

Anyway, I think there should be a lot of people who are willing to pay a high price for this eye. ”

What does it mean to have no fear?

Just look at Zuo Si's aggressive and arrogant attitude at this moment.

He didn't care what Sazastan thought, let alone whether the other party would hate him because of this, but he made it clear that he wanted to slaughter him fiercely.

"Why don't you consider offering this eye to the great Bane?" Fazor Chamberbury stepped in and couldn't help but suggest.

"The Dark Lord does not need, and does not like, the forces of chaos and chaos. Don't just think about how to pat yourself all day long, use your brain to think about everything. Zuo Si reprimanded angrily.

Moment!

Fazor Chamberbury fell silent, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.

He also realized that he had just done something stupid.

Bane is a powerful divine force for order and evil, emphasizing domination, discipline, and obedience.

Taros, the god of storms, on the other hand, is a powerful force of chaos and evil, emphasizing destruction and destruction at will.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no conflict in the priesthood, the two gods would not have fought as soon as they met.

Thanks to the fact that there are few people around, otherwise Fuzor Chamberberry is afraid that he will die on the spot.

"I can exchange the two artifacts, the [Dead Moon Orb] and the [Sakohir's Seat], in exchange."

Sazastan thought about it for a long time and then quickly made his choice.

He was clearly aware that trading the artifact given to him by Lalock, the powerful wizard king of the Nethril era, was very likely to provoke the wrath of the other party.

But in the face of the temptation to become a god, this is obviously nothing.

After all, no matter how powerful Laloch is, it is impossible to threaten the true gods.

"Plus that three-wish ring on your hand!"

With that, Zuo Si stared directly at the ring on the lich's finger set with three gemstones that emitted red light.

Although with his current spell-casting ability, making this thing is not too much of a problem, and there are a large number of wishing spells given by the fire djinn every day, but why not prostitute one for nothing now?

You know, this thing works pretty well a lot of the time.

Even if you don't use it yourself, you can give it to someone close to you as a gift.

"Deal!"

Sazastan didn't say a word, just took off the ring on his finger and threw it over.

Immediately after that, he cast an item teleportation spell, summoning the other two artifacts, the Death Moon Orb and the Sakohir's Seat, to the clearing.

Among them, the [Dead Moon Orb] is a shimmering sphere, which can freely change between the size of the palm and the size of the human head.

When you hold it in your hand, you can clearly see that the black and purple substances on the surface are constantly flowing, intertwined with each other, and absorbing the light of the surrounding environment.

It allows the wielder to cast certain spells each day, and summons demons from the lower planes (including demons, demons, and eugros) to force them to complete a task.

When the quest is completed, the demon will automatically return to its hometown.

The more powerful the demon is summoned, the longer it will need to cool down afterwards.

In addition, the Dead Moon Orb also has constant effects such as telepathy and ear sharpening, which can be used for divination, eavesdropping, and eavesdropping on what someone is doing.

In contrast, the Seat of Sakohir looks like the name suggests, a huge and heavy throne.

Its main role is to seal and enslave powerful otherworldly creatures.

Today, the throne is imprisoned by an unfortunate demon lord named Eltab.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the two artifacts, Zuo Si casually threw the crystal ball sealed with the Vision to Sazastan.

The latter didn't say a word, cast the mage's hand to catch it steadily, and immediately retreated with his men.

Because he has already got what he wants, there is no need to waste time anymore.

"You just gave him that thing?"

A look of surprise appeared on Furzor Chamberbury's face.

Zuo Si casually put away the two artifacts, and then sneered and asked, "Otherwise?" I'm notoriously good at keeping my promises, and I'll never do anything that goes back on my word and doesn't taste it. ”

"It's not quite your style."

Fuzor Chamberberry touched his chin and muttered.

"Hehe, that just means you don't know me well enough."

Zuo Si obviously didn't plan to reveal too many details, so he casually played haha and fooled around.

After all, he and the guy in front of him have never been all the way.

The latter's willingness to cooperate was motivated solely by reverence for Bane, the god of tyranny.

Seeing that he could not ask for any valuable information, Fuzor Chamberry immediately dismissed the idea of talking and asked meaningfully: "I have now captured all the towns from the Dragon's Coast to the West Hartland region according to the plan.

It won't take a few days to reach the intended battlefield, the Troll's Claw.

Why hasn't the son of Baal, Shalovok, moved?

He can't be a failed seizure of power, right? ”

"Nope! He's actually succeeded.

According to what I've received so far, Shalovok has managed to get a place in the Duke's race with the help of the shapeshifters.

The next thing to do is to get rid of the last Duke of Belt, who has real power, and take power smoothly with the help of Archduchess Lila Jenas.

The process will be very fast, no more than a week at most.

That is, you only have one week to sort out the magnates of the land.

Remember, I would like to see a blank slate, clean land without any ruling structures after the war. ”

When he said the last two sentences, Zuo Si's tone became extremely serious.

As a person who carved the idea of unification into his bones, what he hated most was places like the Northlands, West Hartland, and the Dragon's Coast, which were broken into pieces, and were full of independent city-states and noble lords large and small.

And the heraldic science, surnames, and family traditions that don't have any use for.

Compared with the traditional feudal aristocracy that is hungry and loves to pretend, the ruling class of Amm who are playing economic colonization can be regarded as enlightened and progressive.

Fuzor Chamberberry shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Don't worry, those who might hinder your rule are either lying in graves or have been shipped to Fort Santil as slaves.

It is important to know that well-educated, handsome or beautiful young aristocrats were the most sought-after in the slave market.

There are many nouveau riche who are willing to spend a lot of money to taste the taste of noble ladies and noble ladies, and even buy them back as favored concubines.

To be honest, I don't understand why you are so hostile to nobles and merchants, and you have to exterminate them completely. ”

Zuo Si shook his head lightly and explained, "It's not that I have any hostility towards them.

It's that they get in the way of me integrating and redistributing the resources of the land.

And in a unified state, the existence of the aristocracy who controls a large amount of land resources is itself a cancer.

In particular, the various privileges in their territory are almost like a country within a country.

This is not the kind of rule I want, and it's not the country I want.

As for the merchants, if they were just doing business honestly, I wouldn't do anything to them.

But if anyone who doesn't know how to live or die dares to bribe bureaucrats, manipulate politics, public opinion, and engage in monopolies, then I will not hesitate to raise the butcher's knife. ”

"What about Am's big families? As far as I know, they are what you say they are not only privileged in their own territory, but they are also manipulating politics and public opinion, and using their power to monopolize trade. ”

Fuzor Chamberbury asked with a smile.

"I've started to strip them of political, judicial, and some other powers.

As for the territory, I will talk to the nobles who own a large amount of land after becoming the king of Am, and redistribute the land through redemption.

If you know each other, you will obediently take the money and get out of the house according to the conditions I offered.

If I don't know each other, I have legal means to break up their families and their wives.

Finally, regarding trade monopolies, I'll play a game of snakes with dozens of the richest families in Ascatila.

Don't they like monopolies, they like expansion, they like crazy pursuit of profits?

Then I let them eat fat and strong until I was put to death.

The specific operation is to select the top families in terms of comprehensive strength every few years, split the property, and distribute it evenly to the family members who have the right to inherit.

Then scatter them and send them to the remote corners of the empire to settle down.

If you don't want to be split, then the family business has to shrink and control the size of the business to a certain extent.

When all the big chambers of commerce at the top begin to restrain greed and capital expansion, and take the initiative to split up the family, won't the monopoly problem be solved?

And I didn't confiscate a penny of their property, and I didn't drive it to a dead end.

On the contrary, an internal redistribution of wealth was carried out within its acceptable range.

Those who did not have the opportunity to inherit the family's vast fortune would not hate me, but would be grateful to me from the bottom of their hearts.

Because I gave them a great gift, a chance to break free from the control of the lineage and establish their own family.

In addition, the heirs of these split families often have a lot of money in their hands, and they can also revitalize the economy of those remote places......"

Zuo Si curled the corners of his mouth and a chilling smile appeared.

The reason why businessmen have not had a good image for a long time in history, and can even be said to be synonymous with greed, ugliness, and meanness, is actually closely related to this nature of excessive pursuit of wealth and profit.

In particular, the rise of modern capitalism on earth has brought this greed to the extreme.

Obviously, the expansion of capital and the monopoly of social resources by the rich are almost an inextricable knot in any modern country.

Even the most powerful central government can barely curb it slightly, adjusting taxes to achieve a secondary distribution of wealth at the national level.

So when it was decided to establish the West Coast Empire, Zuo Si was always thinking about how to deal with Am's business oligarchs to prevent them from becoming too powerful and rich, and eventually turn the entire country into a capital empire with powerful magical powers.

After thinking about it, he was inspired by a very old Tui En Decree and came up with such a mandatory antitrust split bill.

However, unlike those on the earth who only split the business and do not split the family, he not only has to split the business, but also the huge family together.

In this way, when the huge monopoly group disappears, the market will once again enter a state of full competition, making enough room for latecomers.

As long as the ruler carries out this kind of behavior, then no family or interest group can occupy a monopoly position for a long time.

The upper layer of the market will continue to make room, and the lower layer will also be able to obtain an upward channel, entering a relatively virtuous circle.

Of course, the reason why Zuo Si dared to do this was because he was strong and ruthless enough, and had enough strength and political skills to carry out his will.

Otherwise, if you change to a slightly weaker or kinder ruler, Am's big families, who are used to being powerful, are afraid that they will not pull up private soldiers to rebel every minute.

After all, this kind of splitting bill is simply digging into the foundation of the family's survival for them.

But as the saying goes, most people in this world like to compromise.

If you directly say that you want to engage in this kind of split, then the big families of Amm will definitely not be happy.

But if you first offer to confiscate their property and exterminate them, and then come up with such an alternative, they will not only gladly accept it, but they may also be grateful.

The art of political compromise.

But in Zuo Si's eyes, it is not himself who needs to learn this art, but someone else.

"Hahahaha! It's you! The perfect tyrant hand-picked by the great Bane! ”

Fuzor Chamberbury couldn't help but laugh.

From the brief conversation he had just had, he had learned a lot about domination, manipulation of power, and how to force others to submit, and he planned to try it later in the newly captured city.

(End of chapter)