From the woman's eyes, Carlo could see that she should hate these two people to the core.

Needless to say, Carabosse had spent a hundred years of her youth in her slumber, and no matter which woman she was, she would have gnashed her teeth.

But shouldn't the king of another kingdom of redhorns, her husband, the prince who had awakened her from her slumber, be grateful and admired?

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you. Carlo said with a look of regret: "The evil witch Carabosse is already dead, and her bones are probably rotting in the dirt." ”

"Then kill the second person. The woman replied resentfully.

"Your requirements can be met. Carlo turned his head to look at Carabosse, who understood and flew out.

A short time later, she returned with a bloody human head and threw the head of the King of Bauhinia in front of the woman.

Seeing the face in front of her that was condensed with horror and death, the woman's face showed a satisfied expression, and she looked up at Carlo: "I do.."

Suddenly, the woman's expression changed drastically, and she became hideous and disdainful: "Delusional to make me surrender to an inferior species like you, you dream.."

The woman bit off her tongue fiercely, and blood gushed out.

At this moment, a slender palm grabbed her throat and wrenched her neck before the signs of her life were gone.

The madness and exuberance in the woman's eyes turned to horror and incredulity, and then turned to a complete dim.

A huge wave of divine thoughts rippled from the woman's corpse, and before it could erupt, it was already consumed by the purgatory fire in Carlo's body.

The dark purple tinder let out a flutter of pleasure, and its size grew again.

"Kill a Child of Divine Grace for 1,000 experience points and 10,000 points for evil. ”

Carlo sighed with some regret: "False and ridiculous superiority. ”

Although he did not take the woman as his slave like Sophia, he also got enough benefits, and...

Carlo spread his palm, and a crimson demonic flame leaped happily in his palm.

After devouring some of the god's remnants once again, the Infernal Flame was strong enough to increase Carlo's strength.

The violent and twisted burning sensation attached to the flames made even Carlo himself feel a little frightened.

Carabosse then explained to Carlo why the woman had asked to kill her husband.

It turned out that Carabosse's Sleeping Spell was not only cast on her alone, but also covered the entire palace.

Just as everyone in the castle was in a deep slumber, a robber broke in.

The robbers not only took the opportunity to kill the king and queen of the kingdom, but also the sleeping princess. The desecrated princess gives birth to a baby in her sleep, and the baby inherits some of the princess's divinity, and finally awakens it by sucking the index finger of the princess's right hand.

Unfortunately, although the unclean princess woke up, she was threatened by the robbers with her child and forced to agree to marry. The robber was thus transformed into a king.

For nearly a hundred years, the princess was not in a moment of pain, and she hated her husband more than the wicked witch who had plunged her into a deep sleep.

The kingdom of the Redbush rapidly decayed under the rule of the desolate and unscrupulous robber king, until the arrival of Carlo.

Sure enough, every fairy tale hides an ugly truth.

Carlo smacked his mouth, and the demon's evil taste made him feel a little unsatisfied.

"What about the kid?" he couldn't help but ask.

"In place of a woman, she fell into a curse, and died of old age in her sleep. Carabosse replied respectfully.

The perfect finale of the separation of the wife and the destruction of the family.

Carlo nodded in satisfaction, and was about to beckon Carabosse to hurry to the next stop, when suddenly he looked like he slammed past Carabosse and flashed out the window.

There was a loud bang, and the dazzling white light slashed the top of the castle like a holy sword falling from the sky.

The smoke cleared, and Carlo met a pair of angry eyes.

"Damn the devil, the Light won't let you go. Oliver glanced at the corpses that had been buried in the rubble.

In his eyes, the poor woman who had just died was obviously poisoned by Carlo again.

"Believe it or not. Carlo flapped the wide demon's wings, spread his hands helplessly, and said, "Her death has nothing to do with me at all. ”

Oliver didn't bother to waste words with the Abyss Demon again, and the giant sword in his hand condensed white light, and he was about to strike again.

"It's just in time, last time I was chased by you like a lost jackal. Carlo stared at Oliver, sticking out his tongue and licking his blood-red lips, his eyes full of cruel smiles.

"Caraboss, help me keep an eye on the priest down there. ”

Carlo tapped his finger on Carabosse's forehead, and more than a dozen demonic spells were taught to her through the Soul Brand as a reward for the mission.

As a monster who has lived for hundreds of years, Carabosse believes that it is still possible to harass the priest below him so that he can't chant magic. After all, she was the most troublesome witch in the Holy See.

"I'm enough to kill you alone. Oliver didn't stop Carabosse from leaving, he was still annoyed by the last miss, and the guilt in his heart could only be washed away with the blood of the evildoer, and although Carlo looked much stronger, Oliver was confident that he could cut him down in the light.

"Praise the Holy Light!" Oliver exclaimed solemnly, the white light on the two-handed knight's greatsword in his hand swelled up as if it had been hit with chicken blood, and in the blink of an eye, it expanded to the size of a door panel.

The breath of purity and holiness spread in the night sky, making Carlo slightly uncomfortable.

Oliver raised his sword and slashed straight at him.

In the face of the attacking Holy Light Greatsword, Carlo did not have the slightest intention of dodging.

"Redeem, Levidan's fingers. ”

The greatsword was about to slash at the top of Carlo's head when a long scythe blocked the blade.

Just as Carlo saw this magic weapon for the first time, the narrow and smooth arc, the scarlet blade reflected a cruel light in the moonlight, as if blood was dripping all the time.

Carlo gripped the middle of the scythe, and the rough, cold texture gave him a sense of strength.

Oliver changed color slightly, and a thought came to his mind for no reason: this demon's weapon seemed to look better than his own.

Hell, how could I envy a demon!

"Come!"

In the blink of an eye, Carlo had already slashed back with a scythe, Oliver met it with a sword, the two weapons clashed, and there was a "buzz" sound, and the white light on the big sword instantly collapsed.

A seed sprouted and grew rapidly in Oliver's rock-solid knight's heart, spreading to it all in the blink of an eye.

At some point, the calmness and perseverance in Oliver's eyes disappeared without a trace, and turned to a thick fire of jealousy.

How is it possible, what kind of weapon is this, why can a demon have such a powerful weapon!

Carlo wields a crimson scythe, his wings extended, and the full moon behind him reflects his hideous and cruel image.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Li Weidan's finger claw is a real scythe of jealousy!