As one of the Seven Monarchs of the Abyss, known as the Demon God of Jealousy, Li Weidan has the power of jealousy of the original sin.

It is said that his body was a huge sea beast with seven heads and ten horns, and ten crowns on the ten horns, and blasphemous names on the seven heads.

A single look at him can make the small be consumed by the fire of jealousy and turned into charcoal.

The scythe in Carlo's hand, though made from a small piece of Levidan's broken finger claw, also possessed incredible magic.

With the swing of the scythe, Oliver's twenty-year-old belief in knighthood collapsed in an instant, and the seeds of jealousy grew wildly, making it difficult for even the Holy Light to condense.

Carlo had a smug smile on his face.

"Come again!"

His mind moved slightly, and the purgatory fire in his heart roared out, and the crimson flames spread across the scythe, fierce and mighty.

"Holy Light, Guardian!"

Oliver struggled to pronounce the words, and met the dimly lit knight's greatsword in his hand.

The edge of the knife and the blade of the sword are staggered, and the collision makes a "snort" sound.

The Scythe of Envy split the greatsword in two as easily as a red-hot soldering iron cut through butter, and the incision was not smooth and showed signs of corrosion.

"Damn it!"

Oliver's knightly heart continued to crumble, and even burst into foul mouth.

Carlo let out a grim laugh like a night owl, the wide wings of the bats blocking the moonlight, and shadows hanging over Oliver's angry face.

It turned out that relying on equipment to crush was such a cool thing, and Carlo's heart was extremely happy.

Oliver, a big knight, is firmly ahead of Carlo in terms of strength, but this gap is easily erased, overtaken, and widened by Carlo with his weapon.

Oliver gasped for breath and looked at Carlo with a hint in his gaze. Fear.

Why hasn't Elijah made a move yet?... No, I'll die if I continue like this!

For the first time since his birth, the poor Knight of Light had the idea of running away.

"Praise the Light!"

Oliver pulled out a delicate scroll from his bosom and spat out a few syllables in his mouth, the scroll burst into a dazzling white light, and he threw the white-shrouded scroll towards Carlo, then turned and fled quickly.

At first glance, Oliver is a high-ranking figure in the Holy See, and it is too normal to have a few life-saving props hidden on his body.

Carlo slashed through the white light, and the scattered light splattered on his body to produce a sharp burning sensation, but it stimulated the red glow in his eyes to become more and more intense.

Carlo spread his wings and chased after him, the demon's innate advantage allowing him to outpace Oliver.

Carlo quickly caught up with the hasty knight and raised his scythe in his hand.

"Stop, you demon. A loud shout came from Carlo's left, and he turned his head to look.

Carapos was looking at herself with an ugly face, her smooth white neck resting on a sharp dagger owned by the priest who had made Carlo angry.

Looks like our legendary witch is still on her heels.

"Elijah crowned. Oliver ran to the priest like a lost dog, his hateful and angry eyes fixed on Carlo.

"Watch out for the scythe in the demon's hand. ”

Elijah's face was solemn, "Oliver, you've disappointed me so much. ”

"Your Majesty.." Oliver bowed his head in shame.

Carlo looked at the man who seemed to be above Oliver, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

When the demon smiles, it is when he is most dangerous.

Carlo has perfectly inherited all the fine traditions of the Abyss Demon, cunning, cruelty, jealousy, small-bellied, and retribution...

So when he saw the man who had almost purified him in the light, a frenzy surged in his heart to taste his flesh.

It must have been delicious, and Carlo couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick his lips.

Step by step, he approached the two of them.

"I say, stand back!" Elijah said coldly, with a hard gaze.

He exerted a slight force, and a blinding amount of blood flowed from Carabosse's neck.

"Otherwise, your servant will die. ”

Carlo's smile widened, and his steps quickened, and the huge crimson scythe grinded on the ground.

Looking at the demon figure walking slowly, Oliver couldn't help but swallow and subconsciously took a step back, but a huge sense of shame soon surged in his heart.

How can the knights of the Holy Light have fear, how can they retreat?

Oliver was so ashamed that he straightened his chest and took a few more steps, when he suddenly found out in horror.

That demon, gone?

"Be careful, Oliver. ”

The next moment, a hideous and handsome face suddenly appeared in front of Oliver's eyes, accompanied by a blinding red light.

"In the name of the Light." Fear inspires power, and Oliver let out a roar of rage, and was about to draw his sword, but found that the long sword in his right hand did not listen to him at all, and seemed to be moving away from him.

Oliver saw the final picture, a full moon stained with blood.

"Oliver.." Elijah let out a trembling sound from his throat, and the most powerful and fearless knight of the Holy See, split in two diagonally from the right, fell to the ground, dead and dead.

Carlo looked at Oliver's corpse and sighed, "How nice it would be if you had left me that sword in the first place."

Elijah's face remained unchanged, and he slowly retreated back with Carapos in his arms.

The holy light has not been extinguished, and he still has the capital to fight, but there is still a bean-sized sweat rolling down his forehead.

"The light is everywhere, the darkness will pass away, and you will be crucified by the first rays of the sun before dawn. Elijah looked Carlo in the eye and said slowly.

Carlo nodded approvingly, "I hope you live to see that." ”

Elijah pressed the dagger down again, and Carabosse let out a muffled grunt of pain.

"Stand back! Elijah roared in a low voice, hiding himself behind Caraboss's body as best he could, and if the demon swung the scythe again, it would be Caraposte who would die first.

Carabosse had a look of guilt on his face, "Master, give up on me."

"Whew", a sharp sound sounded in the air, like the sound of a sickle harvesting wheat.

Caraboss's words were choked in her throat, and half of her lovely face was now left alone, the other half falling to the ground with one of Elijah's arms.

In the dictionary of demons, there is no such thing as threatened.

"You.. You devil.." The shock and fear in his heart muffled the sharp pain in his body, and Elijah stumbled backwards as he trembled.

"Bingo. Carlo happily snapped his fingers and smiled, "That's right, there's a reward." ”

Carlo tossed the Scythe of Envy aside, his body slowly starting to swell, his hair falling out, and his long, sharp demon horns stretched over his head.

He fully revealed his demonic form, a monster nearly two meters tall, strong, evil, hideous, and handsome.

"I'll try to make your death as painful as possible. "Since eating those fruits of sin, his life form has undergone tremendous changes, although it is only at the level of a small demon, the demon body is already comparable to that of an ordinary great demon.

Carlo's voice became a little hoarse and muffled, and he tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if laughing.

The next moment, sharp fangs burst out of their lips and bit at Elijah fiercely.

Under the silent night sky, terrible and desperate screams continued to sound for ten minutes.

Carlo got up contentedly and wiped his mouth, his otherwise handsome face covered his entire chin with blood and minced flesh, as hideous as a demon.

Elijah's body lay quietly on the ground, in disarray. Next to it are Carabosse with half of his face and Oliver with his face cut in two.

Well, they're all dead.

The harvest is still rich, Oliver contributed 1500 experience points and 15000 evil points to Carlo, in addition to his status as a son of divine grace, the strength of the Great Knight also has a bonus.

It's a pity that Elijah is not the son of divine grace, he is just an ordinary person, and he doesn't even have the strength of a great knight, only a mere two hundred points of experience.

and Carabosse, who died the most unjustly, also has a hundred experience contributions. Originally, Carlo thought that if he could, he would find a body to help her resurrect, but unfortunately this time Carabosse's soul was not so lucky, and was eaten by the purgatory fire and made fertilizer.

Carlo glanced at his current experience value: 6967/10000, which was simply an upgrade in sight, and he couldn't help but feel good.

It's just that now there is a little trouble, after Carabosse died, there was no one to help him find the whereabouts of the Son of Divine Grace.

Carlomo rubbed his chin, the blood on it had dried up, and it felt slightly rough to the touch.

Suddenly, he thought of a place where he might find what he was looking for.