"I can guess he's in a good mood right now, he's going to win, isn't he?

The strange man straightened up, looking more and more elongated, and his back was projected on the wall of the main hall like a dry dead tree.

The fallen angels, on the other hand, are like a ripe fruit, full of aroma and alluring.

She smiled like a J girl, but her posture was like the noblest princess in the world.

Lucifer's men are all so virtuous, arrogant, and invincible.

"You're right, Klor, so your mission is accomplished, Lucifer is willing to give you eternal freedom, you can swim in the River Styx and peck at the rotting bones... Forever.."

"Hehehe.."

The strange man laughed, and the candlelight in the hall flickered, flickering and flickering, like a ghost.

"Lies, deception, Lucifer is a shameless liar, there will never be a second time, I will not trust him again.."

The strange man's emotions suddenly became agitated, and he roared loudly, venting his resentment and dissatisfaction that he had accumulated over countless years...

The Fallen Angel smiled as if she had stepped forward in a gorgeous black dress, like a lady stepping onto the dance floor.

"You're right, there won't be a second time.."

She muttered in a low voice, and before she knew it, she had walked in front of the stranger, her black jewel-like eyes drooped slightly, as if falling to the ground, but the next moment a grayish, yellowish and strange-shaped dagger turned out in her hand, and quickly stabbed into the stranger's chest and abdomen, stabbing it fiercely, blocking his howl in his throat.

"Uh.."

The strange man's body stiffened, and the black wings behind him trembled violently, and then hung down weakly, and the countless eyes on it instantly lost their brilliance, and they all dimmed.

"You.."

The fallen angel gently held the strange man's body, hugged him, and leaned into his ear as if he were a lover, and whispered, "What a pity that the last prophet of the bottomless abyss will never be seen again."

She slowly drew the dagger, this weapon stained with black blood, not even a weapon, looked like a strange bone, covered with irregular serrations, and bone spurs, broken teeth, ugly, quaint, with a strange savage beauty.

"The remains of the demon god, tempered with the blood of the underworld, this is the last chip to determine the victory, I thank you on behalf of Lucifer, Klor... The Underworld is calling you, embrace it, you've been looking forward to..."

The strange whimper made a strange whimper at the bottom of his throat, gurgling, as if his throat had been blocked by shattered internal organs and blood, and he spat out a few words indistinctly: "I curse him with my body."

Finally, he slipped down and fell to the ground, his black wings and decaying body burning slowly and slowly, the air smelling foul.

The fallen angel took two steps back and quietly watched the scene in front of him, the candles in the hall were extinguished one by one, and the hall was darkened.

With a strange smile, the fallen angel's six wings, which were as black as the night, stretched out and flapped fiercely, and her graceful figure disappeared into thin air.

It's a pity that she left too early, otherwise she could see that a long time had passed, and there was still a candle that refused to be extinguished until the end, although it was faint. The burning corpse, when the flames were extinguished and the ashes were blown by the breeze, seemed to have something to come out of it, little by little...

"You've hurt me, idiot.. I haven't felt this pain ever since my poor pretty legs were corroded by the death-dead plague summoned by the damned Golden Legion."

"I said I would take you to see him, I'll do it, damn it, can you put it down first.."

Carlo listened to the goblin in his hand babbling all the way, and the last bit of patience was finally exhausted, and he was casually dropped on the hard ground.

"Oops.."

The goblin rolled awkwardly on the ground, cursing as he struggled to flip his lower body over.

"Are you trying to kill my old bones, don't forget that I made the Golden Legion, you should be at least respectful and polite to me."

Carlo raised his eyebrows, jumped forward violently, grabbed the goblin's dirty and fragile neck, and said in a cold tone, "If you don't want to lose the rest of your body, hurry up."

The goblin shuddered, and his eyes finally showed a little panic and panic, and Carlo let go of his hand, and he grabbed his neck and coughed while hiding away, and shouted loudly, "Come with me."

He turned around and steered the three-wheeled flatbed truck on the bumpy ground, muttering lowly, "I really want you to taste the taste of not having legs."

Carlo grabbed the goblin and flew for a whole day, across the Atlantic, before finally landing on this unknown island.

Along the way, he also knew that this old goblin with no legs was the master craftsman and alchemist who made the Golden Army for the elf king Barlow... In his mouth, talent.

The goblin led Carlo around the island, and finally came to a coastal rocky field, the yellow-brown earth was covered with huge gray-white rocks.

The goblin looked around, grabbed the whistle around his neck, put it to his mouth, and blew hard.

Invisible waves of magic were transmitted, and the ground trembled.

Carlo frowned, and he saw the earth crack, the gray and white rocks that were half-buried under the dirt all flipped up, and an incomparably large stone giant rose from the ground.

His first reaction was that the goblins were tricking him into this place, and his face was slightly gloomy, ready to pinch the goblins to death at any time.

But he obviously guessed wrong, the stone giant did not have the slightest intention of attacking, turned over, and sat down again, but his mouth was wide open, showing the appearance of a cave entrance.

The goblin glanced back at him, "Go inside, the person you're looking for is inside."

Carlo remained silent, and followed the goblin slowly into the mouth of the golem, his body seemingly relaxed, but in fact ready to deal with everything.

The goblins didn't seem to notice Carlo's strangeness, or that he didn't have the mind at all, and had been honestly leading the way.

The two of them turned through the winding and dark tunnel, the bright yellow light lit up, and the inside of the stone giant was empty to Carlo's surprise.

Carlo looked around him, and his footsteps suddenly stopped, and his eyes drooped, and he saw a beautiful black feather lying quietly at his feet, as if it had fallen from some large bird.

He bent down to pick up the feathers, and there was a faint familiar smell in the feathers, twisted, dark, evil, extravagant... And a hint of arrogance.

Abyss?!

Carlo's eyes darkened a little.

"What are you still doing standing there? Come on in."

The goblin shouted at him in front of him, and flashed into the darkness with an impatient expression.