With Ace's quick knife to cut through the chaos, he brought hundreds of thousands of dependents under his command into the rules of absolute militarism as quickly as possible.

The countless dark creatures who had just come down from the battlefield were instantly demoralized, and the dark races with military merits were even more excited.

One by one, they stared at the red eyes, looking like enemies everywhere, and they wanted to cut a few knives in exchange for military merit.

The rules of absolute militarism seem simple, but the combat effectiveness that can explode is definitely at the top of feudalism.

Because the method of obtaining an ascending channel is simply too simple.

All you need to do is cut people.

If you cut one, you can become a master, become a slave owner with slaves, cut ten, and you can immediately become a rich man, raising four or five beautiful wives and concubines is like playing, cutting a hundred, which is not much worse than ordinary nobles.

Cut a thousand, cut ten thousand, an ordinary monster country can't compare to the combat power he can pull out, and it is not an exaggeration to call it the king of a country.

This rule that you can get a class jump by cutting people is really in line with the dark creatures, a group of guys who can only cut people if they don't have a good head.

In a wooden palace.

Nearly a hundred third-order dark nobles stared at Ace with eyes that were about to breathe fire.

It was a desire for possessions, a thirst for strength, and a thirst for authority.

And what they used to have to pay a thousand times more to obtain, now they only need to go to the battlefield to kill, and they can get it very easily.

How can this not make them excited, they are really eager to immediately pick up their knives and kill all the enemies in front of them under the call of His Majesty, and replace them with their own military merits.

They can't wait to start another war for the benefit and glory of themselves and their race.

Facing this large group of third-order dark nobles, that fiery gaze.

Ace glared back viciously.

The third-order dark nobles instantly lowered their heads to show their loyalty and submission to His Majesty, but the desire for war in their eyes burned all the time.

In fact, not only the dark nobles of the third order have a crazy desire for the arrival of war, but also the warriors of the dark race who have no military merits below have been demoted to slaves, and the warriors of the dark race who have already obtained military merits have long been eager for war.

Slaves want to become human beings and no longer be slaves, of course, they have an infinite desire for the coming of war, after all, no one wants to live in this world as a slave.

And the warriors of the dark race who have obtained military merits, as the existence of the first batch of combat merit rewards, they are even more excited, they want to get more, they want to become centurions, thousands, thousands, and become more powerful existences.

Lust pervades the nut tree plantations, and even the faint creatures of darkness like the goblins, who are tempted to become human beings by cutting off a human head, have summoned up their courage and picked up their knives and waited for war to come.

It can be said that as the founder and defender of this system, Ace used the rules to completely tie the hundreds of thousands of dark creatures in his hands to his chariot.

It's still the kind that can't kick the chariot no matter how much you kick it.

Looking at the group of subordinates, most of them only had the thousand-captain brand on their heads, and a few third-order dark nobles with the thousand-captain brand.

Ace Longyan is quite deep.

"It's only been three or four days, and these guys' desire for war has gone deep into their bones, and it seems that the rope of this chariot will have to be tightened a little in the future."

"They can't be dragged from one war to another, never ending."

As the founder of this system, Ace knows better than anyone the flaws and extremes of this set of absolutely militaristic rules.

Extremity means that under this system, even slaves, as long as they appear on the battlefield, will burst out with 200% morale and kill the enemy, fearless of death.

When countless dark creatures burst out with 200 percent morale and are not afraid of death, no creature can stop them.

And the biggest flaw of this system is that it is necessary to take out the "land" that is the foundation of this system to reward these warriors, and if there is no land to reward, the collapse is a matter of minutes.

And now his nut tree plantation, the speed of expansion, because of the number of panda people and the relationship between nut trees, is quite limited.

This time, the meritorious man was rewarded, and almost half of the area of the nut tree plantation in his hand was divided.

His current foundation can be said to be quite insufficient, and it can be said that he only needs to win a few battles now, and he can't afford to pay the land reward of his group of guys.

Therefore, he must tighten the rope of war, otherwise he may go bankrupt in a minute.

"Your Majesty, your servant troll nobleman, Herman Plet, prays to you for the coming of war, and assures you that all creatures you are not accustomed to seeing will be sent to hell and turned into the corpses of your dragon's claws."

Four meters tall, full of fangs, a pair of ivory tusks bursting out of his mouth, and a pair of horns on his head, the troll nobleman Herman Play knelt on one knee, and his body was filled with the breath of endless and crazy war.

The troll nobleman Herman Pulle has just dropped down on one knee and made a declaration of war.

Nearly a hundred third-order dark nobles knelt down one by one.

"Your Majesty, there is a tribe of elves in the west of the swamp, they are accomplices of the human race, as long as you give the order, within seven days, their heads will be hung on their World Tree."

"Your Majesty, there is a group of dwarves in the mountains in the west, they are also accomplices of humans, they must be destroyed!"

"Your Majesty......!"

"Your Majesty......!"

The lid of the wooden palace was almost torn off by the voices of this group of third-order dark nobles who were filled with endless desire to fight.

The corners of Ace's mouth twitched as he looked at the group of third-order dark nobles below who were desperately squeezing forward and asking him to fight.

Looking at the way their eyes breathed fire, those who didn't know thought that those elves and dwarves had killed their eight ancestors.

"Shut up!"

Ace said angrily.

Long Wei, which was filled with endless pressure, instantly descended on the entire palace.

The third-order dark nobles who were full of thoughts of war who were stimulated by the benefits of war were instantly shocked by Long Wei and woke up.

One by one, they fell to their knees as fast as they could, and surrendered to Ace.

Ace gently rubbed his hideous dragon head with his dragon claws, and in his scarlet pupils, he looked at the group of third-order dark nobles under his hands with coldness.