The dark red demon worm formed a large hand in the void, and Crusoe was clutched in the palm of his hand like an ant.

This Elder who was promoted to Type 4 at only forty years old and the youngest elder in the history of the Holy Light Melody was now enduring the pain of being slowly gnawed by countless demon insects, and was dying.

Carlo looked at Crusoe's struggling expression with interest, and turned his head to look at Camilla: "Camilla, do you think I should let go of this great father?

Carlo looked at Camila and seemed to be looking forward to what she would do.

Camilla was silent for a long time, cold as a puppet, and finally, she spoke: "Anyone who dares to hand a gun to the master should die in endless torture and pain Camilla has no father, only the master"

Carlo had a look of satisfaction on his face.

"I'm sorry to tell you, Mr. Crusoe"

With Carlo's words, a hideous mouth appeared in the center of the demon's big hand, slowly swallowing the desperate Crusoe inside.

"Oh yes. "There's something I forgot to tell you, Mr. Crusoe," Carlo suddenly remembered.

"Camilla did have another name before, and it was called Bella"

Carlo smiled at Crusoe, baring a mouth full of teeth.

How painful and desperate it must have been to come to find his own daughter, but to die at the hands of his own daughter.

"Ugh"

Crusoe's eyes widened and his body trembled violently, but it was still inevitably swallowed little by little, until it was completely engulfed.

The big hand of the demon insect slowly clenched and clenched together, and a fine chewing sound came from inside.

After a few moments, the swarm dispersed, and the powerful Holy Light Melody Type 4 Totem Master didn't even have scum left.

"Alright, little darlings" Carlo stood up from his throne and looked down at the city beneath his feet, and whispered, "The four-type totem master is still cooking appetizers, and the feast is still below."

All the demon insects vibrated wildly, pouring down like a tide.

Viewed from mid-air, the scene resembles an invisible giant pouring a basin of black water into the city below, enveloping it in the black water of death and killing.

The entire Fort Twitt was quickly licked clean by the worms, and Carlo was about to leave, when suddenly a small figure appeared in the dilapidated street beneath his feet, screaming and rushing towards him.

Carlo's eyes narrowed, it was a blonde man in his thirties, dressed in a shabby, dirty robe, and wearing the badge of the Totem Master Guild on his chest.

His expression was very excited, mixed with fear and nervousness, and in just a short distance, he fell several times.

He was waving his hand and shouting something, and a few words could be discerned from the shape of his mouth: "Scarlet Scourge"

The worms spotted him and gathered to eat him, but were stopped by Carlo.

Carlo's throne was slowly falling, and he wanted to hear what this man wanted to say to him.

The blonde totemist turned pale, and sat on the ground staring blankly at the demon insect in front of him, as if he was terrified to the extreme.

But the expected death did not come, but the figure high up in the sky fell, and he was greatly encouraged, and he crawled to his feet.

Carlo hovered in front of the blonde totem, leaning forward slightly, looking at him with interest.

The blonde totem seemed extremely nervous, even to the point of losing his voice briefly.

Watching nervous, frightened, desperate looks flashing back and forth on his face, Carlo was amused and chuckled.

The blonde-haired totem master finally managed to stabilize his emotions and stammered, "Lord Scarlet Scourge, please, accept our allegiance"

Allegiance?, Carlo's eyes lit up with interest.

"We?"

"Yes. The blonde totem master swallowed hard and nodded affirmatively: "We." ”

He turned his head to look behind him and shouted, "Come out, since it has reached this point, death is not terrible"

Carlo suddenly felt that he admired the blonde totem master in front of him.

He couldn't help but ask, "What's your name?"

A hint of excitement flashed on the blonde totemist's face, and he replied with a trembling: "Lord Hui, my name is Viklor Type 2 Totemist, the native of Fort Twitt."

The blonde totem seemed eager to show Carlo all his family in exchange for that paltry trust.

At this time, behind Viklor, some people came out of the house and underground ditches one after another.

They are dirty, nervous, and terrified, like a pack of wandering jackals.

Each of them is a totemist.

The group cautiously approached Carlo and knelt respectfully.

Viklor glanced at the men, his eyes relaxed slightly, and then gritted his teeth and repeated what he had just said: "Please accept our allegiance, Lord Scarlet, and we will always follow in your footsteps." ”

Carlo watched them silently for a long time, and then burst out laughing as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Did you hear that, Camila, they said they would follow me and be loyal to me"

Camilla was expressionless and silent, and the totems trembled, somehow angering Carlo.

In the empty streets, only the flapping wings of demon insects and the laughter of Carlo echoed, and the atmosphere was eerie and desperate.

Finally, Carlo stopped laughing, coughed lightly, smiled and asked Viklor, "Can I ask why? Well, I mean, I'm not a good person, the one I've killed."

Carlo paused, looking up as if considering what analogy would be better.

"Well, I've killed more people than you've ever seen"

There was a smile between Carlo's eyebrows and eyes, but Viklore felt that nothing was cold from the inside out, but he still mustered up the courage to speak: "Because you just killed a Type 4 totem master in front of us, because you have killed more monsters than I have ever seen"

As if he had found the courage to take his life, Viklor's voice grew louder and louder.

"Because in the current world, only strong forces can survive and we"

Viklor glanced at all the totems behind him, and turned his head to look straight at Carlo with a strong desire in his eyes.

"And we all want to get the strength to protect ourselves and live"

After Viklor finished speaking, he lowered his head deeply and stretched out his hands, as if waiting for Carlo's final decision.

Carlo watched Viklor silently, the dreary air condensing to stone, overwhelming everyone.

Viklor's heart sank little by little, he regretted a little, and he felt a sense of relief.

He's a totemist, not a rat, and needs to hide in a filthy, foul-smelling gutter.

Finally, an indifferent voice sounded in his ears.

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