Grazt, the ancient and powerful demon lord, has an extremely exuberant X desire, and is always surrounded by a large number of female demons. Most of the servants and believers under his seat are succubi, ** banshees, six-armed snake demons and other debauchery demons.

It's in their nature.

The Demon Legion Leader Abron is the most powerful subordinate of the Eomish Lord, the succubus Zephnaia, who is saddled by Abron's orders to acquire the latest batch of Dark Steel.

Carlo was right, they valued the object of trade, the black steel itself, not the object of the trade, as long as they could get enough black steel, it didn't matter who they traded with.

So Zephnaia would come slowly, watching Carlo kill Baal instead of choosing to come to the rescue.

Carlo has the eyes of charm, and a small part of the succubus blood flows from his body, even if he lets go of the demon body, he has a different kind of hideous beauty, which is undoubtedly much more pleasing than the ugly appearance of Baal.

Even demons sometimes look at faces.

Zephnaia gasped and lay on top of Carlo, her cheeks slightly red, enjoying the great pleasure after the clouds and rain, and Carlo's strong physique brought her unprecedented satisfaction.

"So, shouldn't we talk about the deal next?" Carlo smiled as he looked at Zephnaia in his arms.

Zephnaia squinted at him, straightened up, stretched lazily, and slowly stood up.

"Didn't you say that all the Dark Steel was a gift this time, and you couldn't give it up so soon?"

Carlo chuckled and shook his head, "Of course not that I meant the next trade"

Carlo casually took a picture of a piece of black steel the size of a human head placed in the corner of the main hall, and played with it casually in his hand: "Baal, a gluttonous fool, doesn't know how to extract black steel at all, look at the impurities all over it, I really can't help but praise Lord Abron's generosity, and he is willing to pay for this kind of garbage."

Zephnaia's eyes showed a strange color, and he looked at him with a smile, and said, "So, can you purify better black steel?"

"Of course," Carlo smiled, a crimson flame rose in his hand, and the black steel in his palm quickly melted and became smaller, and the color became darker, and a moment later, a heavier and deeper black steel appeared in front of the two of them.

"This is the real black steel," Carlo said with a hint of pride on his face, "The purity is probably nearly double that of before, and if I am willing to put in a little more effort, I can make it even more beautiful."

"I think," Carlo said meaningfully, looking at Zephnaia, "Lord Alberon would be glad to see this."

Zefnaia snatched the purified piece of black steel from Carlo's hand, and looked at it carefully, feeling a little in love.

After a long time, she chuckled, glanced at Carlo coquettishly, twisted her waist and giggled: "It seems that you are still a capable guy, and it is not a pity that Baal died at all"

Zephnaia stood up completely from Carlo, stretched out, and her beautiful body was unabashedly displayed in front of Carlo.

"So, what do you want?"

Zephnaia played with the black steel in her hand and stared at Carlo with interest.

Carlo smiled and said softly, "What does Lord Abron want?

Carlo paused, then said word for word: "Or the whole of Pazunia including the molten iron lake"

Zephnaia's eyes lit up and she stared at Carlo as if trying to see something in his face.

"You're so loud, little devil, are you trying to snatch food from Ferrager's mouth?"

Carlo smiled, "If Ferragher didn't have the support of that lord behind her, she would just be a little devil, this big cake of the Molten Iron Lake is so delicious, wouldn't Lord Abron want to taste it?"

Zephnaia chuckled, his eyes wandered, he looked at Carlo for a long time, then chuckled and nodded, "I understand that I will convey your meaning to Lord Abron, and I am sure that he will be very interested."

Soon, the amorous Zephnaia stepped out of the steel fortress, took all the black steel, and said goodbye to Carlo with a smile.

"I wish I could always meet you with an interesting and strong demon like you, it's a shame to die"

Zephnaia licked her lips seductively, and rode back on the lion.

From this moment on, all the demons knew that what had been left of Baal was about to change hands. Abron acknowledges Carlo's existence, and that the former Baal is a thing of the past, dead, dead.

Carlo watched Zephnaia walk away, smiling and his eyes twinkling.

He deliberately revealed his ability to purify black steel, and although it was only half revealed, it was enough to attract Abron's attention.

And the second deal he proposed, using the huge interests of the whole of Pazunia and the whole of the Molten Iron Lake as bait, I believe that the one behind Abron will also be interested.

If Ferrag can seek the support of Demogorgan, then why can't he find the Lord of the Dark as a backer, among all the demon lords, few of them have a good relationship, and even if they do, when facing such a large piece of cake, it is enough to make them turn against each other.

The next thing I have to do is just muddy the situation and try to get enough benefits.

Carlo figured it all out, and slowly turned around, his dark golden eyes sweeping over all the demons on the field.

Adam and Song Valve were covered in bruises, even if the strength of the two was not weak, the battle just now was mainly between Carlo and Baal, but they were still injured in the siege of more than a dozen leaders and demons.

However, Carlo was already very satisfied to be alive.

"You, are you going to surrender" Carlo said indifferently, "or go to the molten iron lake to accompany Baal"

Adam and Song Valve were the first to kneel, and then, more than a dozen leaders and demons also knelt down with great interest, not to mention the rest of the demons.

Outside the steel fortress, in the middle of Carlo's stand, countless demons replied in a deep voice, "I am willing to follow my lord." ”

Carlo laughed wickedly

A gaunt figure rolled down the stone mountain, revealing a dirty, distorted, ugly face.

The cunning old demon was far more miserable now than the first time Carlo saw him.

His legs were spread apart at an exaggerated angle, and an unfathomable hole had been made in his hips, the marks of countless repeated ravages by dozens of human lions.

Deceiving a great demon lord, he gets the punishment he deserves - being thrown into the crowd of human lions in heat.

Cunel is also tenacious, and he can survive such torture strongly, and successfully escaped from the station of the Black Legion through a "good" human lion.

He struggled with his misshapen legs to move farther away from the steel fortress behind him, but two strong figures soon appeared in front of him. Please Baidu "Throw Book Network" Thank you for your support!