A vicious and ugly monster, panting heavily, the wounds stitched together with wire writhing like long centipedes as the fat rose and fell. His mouth was covered with fine fangs, his eyes were blood-red, and his two thick horns curved upwards in a hideous arc. Loops of iron chains were wrapped around his left arm, and at the end of the chain was a specially made large iron hook, the tip of which shone with a penetrating cold light. In his right hand he held a large, thick bone chopping knife, stained with undried blood.

Carlo puts on a fat human skin apron for his new creation, and this vicious monster becomes the bloody butcher of the human slaughterhouse.

"What do you think?"

Carlo smiled and asked Sherlock on the side, Sherlock's eyes were glazed, looking at the monster who couldn't make out the appearance of his former companion at all, and then at his ten fingers, which had been replaced by ten sharp knives, and silently burst into tears.

"Why are you crying," Carlo whispered to Sherlock like a child, wiping the blood from his hands little by little, and Sherlock opened his mouth with a dull angry roar coming out of his mouth.

"Click", he was torn off his neck by Carlo.

Carlo methodically gouged out Sherlock's brain, handed it to the butcher next to him to eat, and then loaded it with his own blood, and the silver lightning activated.

Sherlock's eyes lit up with a chilling glow, cruel and tyrannical.

"You walk in the shadows forever," Carlo whispered to him: "Hate all unfaithful, unchaste, debauched and filthy women, you covet the taste of their flesh, you are skilled in all the delicate and intricate art of killing, you draw strength from fear, you bring death, you lead to madness and destruction"

Sherlock let out a cruel laugh and fluttered his sharp fingers, his tall, thin figure like a cold scalpel.

"You're the Techno Terminator" Carlo said with a wicked smile on his face, "Ripper, Sherlock haha"

Watson the Butcher and Sherlock the Ripper, the pair of good partners in the detective world, and now the homicidal maniac group, slowly disappear into the darkness, ready to bring some new surprises to London.

London has so many good-natured, drunk, and skin-selling people, and although the population has dropped dramatically, the crime rate has also been great, and the police in London should be thankful for it.

Sometimes, Carlo can't help but be moved by his kindness and righteous deeds.

He played with the intricate blood-red pendant in his hand, ready to make his next creation.

So far, most of the monsters created by Carlo have only inherited the ferocious and violent nature of the demonic bloodline, as well as various superb killing skills, in addition to the banshee with the talent of charm, Kratos has inherited a little of his extraordinary ability.

Carlo's creations are still crude and rudimentary, and he is still a novice who has just learned how to knead clay into shape, far from the level of a master.

It had to do with his strength, the realm of power he had come into contact with, but he had clearly gone ahead of countless demons, and in the abyss, only the best of those lords were qualified to create their own unique minions and minions.

Creation is an addictive thing, Carlo is obsessed with the process of giving life to creation, as "God said, there must be light, so there is day, God said, there must be darkness, so there is night in the world", Carlo said, your name is Kratos, you are a murderer, you are a god-killer, so Kratos stepped all the way all the way to the world to find the guy named Ares.

This kind of natural ability cannot exceed the scope of the potential of the creation itself, the source liquid represents the limit of creation, maybe the banshee siren, Skula, and the butcher can continue to grow in the process of killing and devouring, awakening the power of fire and lightning, but they will never be able to throw light spells, because Carlo himself will not either.

Carlo walked into a room that was empty, with only a chair, a beautiful vanity mirror, and a beautiful woman.

The woman sat in a chair, pale and trembling, and everything she had heard and seen in the past few days had completely broken her.

"Hey, is Mary okay today?" Carlo casually greeted the woman.

Stimulated by these words, the woman's body trembled even more, and she crawled to Carlo's feet in tears and pleaded miserably: "Please spare me, my husband is a duke, and he can give you everything you want"

"What stupid things are you talking about" Carlo squatted down, gently cupped the woman's face, and said softly: "Baby, I have always wanted you"

The woman froze as if she had been struck by lightning, and then she began to slowly take off her clothes, her eyes full of numbness, fear, and a hint of humiliation.

Carlo watched silently as she stripped herself to the ground, then reached out and stroked her body inch by inch.

"What a beautiful body," Carlo praised, but showed a hint of regret, "It's a pity that you're starting to get old, Mary, your XX is starting to sag, your skin is starting to sag, and wrinkles are appearing on your body"

"You're so ugly!" said Carlo, word for word.

The woman shuddered for a moment, and subconsciously looked into the dressing mirror in front of her, only to see that in the mirror that originally showed all the scenes of Carlo's laboratory, a woman covered in red fruits slowly emerged, the skin on her face was wrinkled like dried orange peel, her hair was unkempt like dead grass, her flesh had begun to rot and stink, and soon turned into a skeleton crawling with maggots.

"No!" the woman screamed in horror and muttered in disbelief, "It's not me, it's not me"

"It's really not you" Carlo patted her on the shoulder, looking at herself in the mirror with her, "but, sooner or later, you're going to be just as ugly as she is."

Carlo cursed viciously, and the woman lost her mind and pleaded.

"I don't want this, please, help me"

"Of course I'll help you" Carlo gently stroked her face and said softly, "I've already thought of a way, Bei's clothes are torn and old, so what a wonderful idea to change them to a new one, so that you can enjoy your youth and beauty forever"

"I want eternal youth and beauty," the woman's eyes became confused, and she murmured obsessively.

Carlo chuckled, his fingers running lightly over her head, and a bright red line of blood emerged, which Carlo grabbed and ripped off.

"Ahh

A moment later, a charming and beautiful woman stood in front of the dressing mirror and admired her beautiful body.

Carlo looked at the woman with a smile and said in a low voice, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary pronounce your name, and you will hear the call of those beautiful maidens to strip off their young skins and make beautiful clothes, and drink their blood in exchange for eternal youth, and use the methods I have shown you to bring some fear to the maidens."

The beautiful woman giggled, turned into a bloody light and disappeared.

Carlo nodded in satisfaction, this was a new work he had created using the blood power of the essence of the blood cloak, a very interesting toy between a vampire and a ghover. Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!