Come to another world and become a lord

The artillery fire of White Horse City has subsided, the city walls are broken, and the firelight illuminates the ruins of the city. The air is filled with the smell of gunpowder, mixed with blood and ashes. Carl led his men into the devastated ruins. Almost all the buildings in the city have collapsed, and rubble and broken walls are piled on the road. The bodies of soldiers are lying in all directions, telling the cruelty of the war.

The remaining soldiers in the city had long lost the power to resist. There were only sporadic wails on the ruins. Some were leaning against the broken walls, while others were kneeling on the ground, their expressions full of confusion. Carl walked slowly past them, his eyes cold and without a trace of warmth. He was tired of such scenes, but only through the baptism of blood and fire could he win a chance for the North to breathe.

As the outline of the main fort gradually appeared in front of him, Carl stopped. At this moment, the main fort still stood proudly. Although the outer wall was riddled with holes by artillery fire, its solemn posture was still as majestic as before, as if telling the tenacity of the city owner. However, Carl knew that this solid fortress could not escape the fate of destruction.

The soldiers broke through the gate, and Carl slowly walked into the main castle. Along the way, he saw blood all over the ground, sword marks on the walls, and the smell of gunpowder in the air. The hall of the main castle was empty, and weapons and broken armor were scattered on the long red carpet. The blood everywhere had dyed the carpet dark red.

Carl's footsteps echoed in the silent hall, and he finally came to a room in the deepest part of the castle. The door was half open, and it was dark inside. Only the light coming in from the window could barely illuminate the furnishings in the room. He slowly opened the door and looked at the corner of the room.

There, Siloed was lying on the ground, his body covered in blood. He leaned against the wall, dying, his face pale, his eyes dull, but still stubbornly open. Beside him was a knight squire, the young man guarding his lord closely. After hearing the footsteps, they both turned their heads and looked at Carl. Siloed looked particularly relieved when he turned his head, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, as if he was resentful, but also a little relieved.

Karl stood there, watching all this quietly, then turned to look at the servant and asked softly:

"He is..."

"He was commanding the battle from up there when the shells hit the tower, sir," the squire replied timidly.

Carl nodded in response.

Then he heard Siloed's faint voice:

"Karl..."

He turned around and looked at Sirod again. The White Knight was so heroic, but now he has ended up like this. It makes people sigh, but the ending of all this has been predetermined. He didn't say much, just whispered:

"It's all over, Siloed."

Xiluode smiled bitterly, with a hint of reluctance and disappointment in his eyes:

"Yeah... it's all over." His vision gradually blurred and his breathing became weaker and weaker. "Maybe... you are right... it's a pity that I still can't accept it... you won..."

Carl sighed softly, slowly squatted down, and put his hand on Sirod's shoulder. At this moment, he was not a winner, but just a passer-by who saw off the enemy. Sirod's eyes gradually dimmed, and after a moment, he fell silently, without any movement.

Looking at the lifeless face of Sirod, Carl closed his eyes slightly, his heart silent. Sirod's death also meant that he finally unified the North, and all the disputes here were over. His career had just begun. He took a deep breath, stood up, and slowly walked out of the main castle.

At the same time, not far from White Horse City, on the road back to the West, a team of cars was moving slowly. Aaron sat in a simple carriage, his hands folded, with a look of fatigue and contemplation. He had just received the news that the battle of White Horse City was over and Sirod was killed. He couldn't help but sigh. Sirod finally chose to fight to the end, and when the other party chose this step, he was powerless. After all, he had just reached a reconciliation with Karl. At least the other party was willing to put aside the dispute, which was a blessing in disguise.

Now that he had suffered a defeat in the North, and had lost his elite troops, the entire West was in an unprecedented state of weakness. He could imagine that such an opportunity would be impossible if the other two dukes did not make some small moves. That was why it was particularly important to reconcile with Carl.

He needed the support of the North, and Carl also needed his help. After all, the North had just recovered from the war, and His Majesty was suspicious of him. Now the two families joining forces was the best solution for both sides. Aaron was not an emotional person. In his opinion, even if they had been enemies, as long as their interests were the same, they could become friends in an instant.

The carriage was moving slowly along the forest path, the wheels crushing the dead leaves, the crisp sound was particularly clear in the forest. However, at this moment, there was a sudden noisy shouting in front, the horses were startled and raised their front hooves in surprise, the driver quickly pulled the reins, and the team stopped.

Inside the carriage, Aaron frowned slightly, and then he heard someone say:

"Sir, there are refugees blocking the road."

Aaron lifted the car curtain and looked forward, and saw three ragged bandits lying in the middle of the road, waving crude weapons in their hands and looking strange.

Then he snorted unhappily and said coldly:

"Get rid of them, don't waste time."

The accompanying guards immediately nodded, drew their swords and walked towards the bandits who were blocking their way, with undisguised contempt on their faces.

"Get out of here! Don't ask for trouble!" The leading guard shouted sternly, swinging his sword at the other party. However, the bandits were not scared away. Instead, they burst into angry roars, mixed with vulgar curses, and then one of the three shouted:

"It's Aaron's team, let's get on!"

Then they rushed towards the guards. One of the bandits suddenly jumped up, raised the stick high and smashed it down hard, with such force that one of the guards' brains burst out. Everyone was stunned. They had never expected that these ragged bandits could have such strength. The guards were horrified and retreated one after another, but the bandits were already furious and rushed forward, each of them as ferocious as a beast, beating the guards back again and again, roaring angrily.

"Cirod died for you! Aaron, you traitor! We must avenge our lord!"

The bandits shouted at the top of their lungs, their eyes filled with unquenchable hatred, and their movements became even more frantic. Their strength was so extraordinary that they could knock a guard to the ground with one punch. In just a moment, Aaron's guards were thrown to the ground and their positions were in disarray, while the bandits seemed tireless and kept approaching the carriage.

This power, this crazy expression, made people feel so familiar. Aaron certainly knew what was going on! But he was a little bit unbelievable:

"Is it rabies? They are infected with rabies, how is this possible?"

Just as he was thinking, he was interrupted by the cry of crows in the sky. He looked up and found that the branches not far away were full of crows. Those black figures looked particularly strange in the sunset. The crows took off one after another and gathered in the air, like a black cloud, gradually condensing into a human figure.

Aaron's pupils shrank slightly, his heart tightened, and his eyes were fixed on the black shadow. After a moment, a figure wearing a black robe and a hood emerged from the crows. It was Casabelos. With the appearance of Casabelos, the three thugs also stopped.

"Casabelos..." Aaron muttered to himself as he looked at the other party, with a hint of surprise and fear in his eyes, "You are still alive?"

Casabelos' figure gradually became clear. He was still hunched over, holding a dead wood staff in his claw-like hands. "I am not so weak that I can be killed by a sword."

"So you infected that group of people to deal with me?" Aaron said in a deep voice.

The wizard looked back at the three thugs, then turned back and replied in a leisurely tone:

"Madness is not something I can control. It exists in the world. It is a blessing from God, used to reward those who are close to it."

"You call this a blessing?" Aaron frowned.

"Yes." Casabelos nodded, "For example, you will never be infected because you and I are the same kind of people..."

"Hmph, whatever you say, it's over anyway." Aaron snorted coldly, and then raised his voice as if he had thought of something, "You promised me, you said our plan would succeed, you promised to make my family prosperous! But what does it mean now? You broke your promise, Casabelos, all your plans have failed..."

"No, everything is going smoothly and according to plan." The wizard said calmly.

"Carl won, I lost my knights, lost the North, and even the king's army! You tell me it went smoothly?" Aaron shouted unconsciously.

"You can't understand."

Casabelos sighed, his voice revealing a bit of helplessness and disdain:

"I can only say that as human beings, your vision is as narrow as ever, and you can't even see the upcoming changes!" His voice was low and cold, as if it penetrated the haze in the air. "My plan has been going smoothly, and I will never go back on my word. Your family will eventually prosper, but you will probably not see it."

"What did you say?" Aaron felt uneasy when he heard this, and stared at Casabelos, "You want to kill me?"

"No, it's not me, it's them~" Casabelos pointed at the three people.

"They're just following your orders!" Aaron shouted.

"So, you have been relying on the wrong thing. Madness never controls people. Madness only liberates people and allows them to do what they want to do."

"Why are you doing this? How have I ever treated you unfairly?" Aaron shouted.

"So, there are some things I can't explain to you. After all, you are just a human being..."

Casabelos suddenly stopped talking here and stood there silently. Aaron felt eerie and felt the other person's gaze. Although he could not see anything under the dark hood, he could feel the other person's sight, which was cold, cruel and cunning.

Suddenly, the wizard raised his hand, grabbed the hood, and pulled it open. This action made Aaron gasp. He saw a bird's head on the wizard's neck, with black feathers covering his face, his eyes were cold and sharp, flashing a piercing cold light, and a sharp bird's beak with a strange arc.

"You are not human! What are you?" Aaron's pupils shrank, and he took a step back, his face pale. He had never seen such a strange sight before, and the strange posture made him feel creepy.

But Casabelos did not answer. Instead, he stretched out his finger like a bird's claw and pointed at the crazy bandits. Aaron looked in the direction he pointed and then was stunned.

The eyes of the bandits who were infected with madness became more and more dull and empty, as if their minds had been drained away in an instant. They let out vague moans and their bodies began to twitch. Their skin gradually appeared with strange dark red patches, and their flesh was expanding and twisting unnaturally, as if they were controlled by an invisible force and no longer looked like humans.

He saw the skin of the leading gangster cracking rapidly, and dark red blood plasma flowing down the cracks, as if it was some kind of curse. The muscles in his arms suddenly swelled up as hard as iron, and strange dark red lines appeared on his skin. Those lines were like black thorns piercing into the flesh, spreading and spreading. In the end, his palms turned into thick flesh claws, and his nails turned into sharp blade claws. He lowered his head and let out a low roar like a beast, and a fanatical desire for tyranny was revealed in his scarlet pupils.

The skin on the other gangster's face was torn, revealing a horrifying flesh and blood. His facial features were completely distorted, and the corners of his mouth were split to the roots of his ears, revealing sharp, slender bloody teeth. His chest was heaving violently in pain, and thorn-like bones protruded from his chest, carrying blood that had not yet dried. The muscles on his shoulders and back expanded rapidly, and the bones rose and fell and twisted under the skin, forming a pair of twisted bony horns. He lowered his head and glanced at Aaron, and a thick black liquid gushed out of his mouth, mixed with undigested meat residues, with an uncontrollable bloodthirsty impulse.

The most terrifying one was the last bandit. His jaw was twisted and expanded, and his mouth was opened to an incredible degree, revealing sharp teeth wrapped in flesh and blood. His blood-red tongue seemed to be covered with sticky filth, and his entire face turned into a hideous smile full of tyranny. His back muscles accumulated layer by layer, and a pair of thick limbs covered with dark red scales grew out, spreading like the wings of a demon, exuding a terrifying breath. He exuded a strong smell of blood, like a living blood sacrifice ritual. The low roar carried a bloodthirsty rage, harsh and sharp.

The scene before him made Aaron's heart beat like a pounding drum. His fingers felt cold. He raised a trembling finger and pointed at the three monsters:

"This... this is madness?"

"No, I said it, it's a blessing~ Only a few chosen ones can eventually reach this step." Casabelos replied calmly.

Aaron's eyes widened, and then he saw the alienated monsters roaring and locking their scarlet eyes on him. Before he could react, they had already pounced on him at the same time...