The words of the strange Kroll made Carlo shocked and angry, followed by an inexplicable sadness.

The arrogance, pride, and arrogance in his heart were shattered in an instant, and the birth of the Demon Sea began, from the initial caution, step by step to grow into a commander-level Great Demon, and even the Seraphim killed more than one, thinking how great he was, pushing over one by one, playing with the fate of others, sowing death and pain, and harvesting souls... But as a result, he unconsciously fell into other people's calculations and became a chess piece, and the smug things he did before were like a solo dance of a clown in their eyes, hehe, ridiculous..

A huge unwillingness and anger inexplicably welled up in Carlo's chest, but there was nothing he could do.

Strength, in the final analysis, still does not have absolute strength.

If he is now at the level of God and Satan, he should be the one who sits at the table and throws chips into it.

The original sin seed of rage in his mind bloomed, and vigorous demonic energy surged from Carlo's body, his dark golden eyes burst into flames, and the whole person almost went berserk.

"Ahem.."

The strange man coughed heavily, as if laughing, and the candle flame in the hall was extinguished by a third of the time.

"Yes, angry.. You should be angry, anger can give you strength."

"So what should I do now?" said Carlo's voice in a hoarse and low voice.

"You don't have to do anything.." The weirdo replied, "Do what you want. Oh, I think it's good to do what it wants you to do, and try to get more benefits for yourself... Tell them that even if it's a pawn, they need to be paid.."

"Who the hell is it?!" Carlo stared at the weirdo fiercely.

"Huh.." The weirdo laughed and didn't speak.

Carlo's eyes flashed red, he let out a low roar, and subconsciously reached out to grab the strange man, the imprisoning power of the circle was slowly fading, and he could already use his own power.

But when his palm was about to touch the strange man, the eyes on the black wings behind Klor's back closed in unison, and from his ankles, his body began to burn.

Carlo was startled and subconsciously withdrew his hand.

Bathed in the blazing black flames, Klor's hands outstretched and an eerie smile appeared on his eyeless countenance.

"Carlos.. Survive and become stronger.. Maybe one day, you'll understand everything.."

The goblin on the side suddenly shouted: "Damn, bring someone over and you will heal your legs... You can't die, ugly fellow.."

The last third of the remaining candles in the hall were extinguished one by one, and Klor chuckled, "Ovos, I don't have any strength anymore."

"You liar.."

Klor faced Carlo, and the flames crept up his chest: "Find him, in exchange for what I taught you, and he will fulfill your request.."

The goblin looked at Carlo, stunned, and shut his mouth.

Klor's last whisper reached Carlo's ear: "Gathering my bones may still have some value in the eyes of some greedy people."

"I heard... My homeland is calling to me."

The black flames completely engulfed Klor, and he collapsed like a withered tree, falling to ashes, all the candles were extinguished, and the hall was once again darkened.

Carlo stared blankly at Klor's death, leaving only a pile of black ashes in front of him.

The wind blew, blowing away the black ash, and a small skeleton emerged from the ashes.

Carlo took two steps forward and picked up the skeleton, which was the skeleton of a crow, with two beaks, two pairs of folded wings, and no eyes.

He pinched the skeleton in his hand and put it away in silence.

Carlo looked up again, his gaze falling on the goblin beside him.

Goblin Owers was startled, the flatbed tricycle took two steps back, and said in a somewhat panicked voice: "You... What do you want to do?"

Carlo's eyes flickered, his eyes were fixed on Ovos, but it seemed to fall somewhere else, and finally, he said lightly: "Follow me." ”

...

An ordinary chapel in the middle of nowhere, where even the busiest Sunday services are usually crowded with people, but now it is bustling like a market.

An ordinary-looking young man, dressed in a priest's clothes, stood on the stage in front of the crowd, making a loud speech with a pious and fanatical expression.

"This is the power that God has given me, and only the most devout believers can receive God's gifts.."

The young priest spat and said, his eloquence was not very good, but everyone below listened attentively, and when he was about to speak, the young priest exclaimed: "Then I will perform miracles, and who will bask in the grace of God."

Everyone at the bottom was excited, and it seemed that they were all waiting for this moment.

"I... I.."

The crowd stood up and raised their arms, expecting the priest to choose him, but one man had already rushed straight to the stage with quick movements.

He was a handsome and upright young man with short crisp hair and a bit of cynicism.

"Oh well.."

The young priest was stunned for a moment when he saw that someone had already taken the initiative to come to the stage, but he readily agreed, he looked at the handsome young man, and said, "Son, tell me what is your name?"

"Hmm.." The handsome young man hesitated for a moment and replied, "Dean.."

"Okay Dean.." The young priest patted the handsome young man on the shoulder, and said, "Tell me, child, what help do you need?"

The handsome young man replied, "My head hurts, well, it's like my brain is going to crack, I feel like there's a tumor in it."

The priest frowned, put his palm on the handsome young man's forehead, and wondered, "Are you sure?"

"Oooh.." The handsome young man's face became flustered, and he hurriedly said, "Let's take a closer look, Father, I'm still a little insomnia.."

The priest's face became solemn, and he said indifferently: "Child, you should leave the opportunity to those who need help more."

"No, no, Father, help me see it again."

The young man was still arguing, but the priest had already turned his head, and the believers below were shouting with dissatisfaction.

"Headaches and insomnia, looks like you're going to have to drink less in the future.."

The young man could only get off the stage in disgrace.

"Dude, sometimes I really want to pretend I don't know you."

Another handsome young man in the crowd looked at his companion who had been ousted from the stage and said helplessly.

The two are none other than the Winchester brothers.

"If you don't have a better way, please keep your mouth shut.."

Dean muttered discontentedly.

Sam simply turned his face away, not bothering to pay attention to him.

Now that the priest had invited another person to the stage, he was much more troubled.

This is a middle-aged man, and a large part of the skin from the left cheek to the neck is knotted, like a dirty rag on his face, looking ugly and hideous.

"Three years ago I was hit by a fire.."

The man explained it this way.

The priest nodded slightly, pressed his palm on the man's chest, and said compassionately, "God will have mercy on you."

The next scene made the Winchester brothers' eyes widen.