"Are these your last words before you die, poor women."

Walter laughed wildly, the bony wings behind him unfurled, and his body hung in the air.

He saw countless ghouls and red hats all stop fighting, prostrate on the ground and shiver, he saw the Ice Empress and the Dark Pope all fall to their knees, bow down...

His heart swelled and rose like green fire, and he felt like the skeletal tyrant of King's Landing, and the dead and the living were wailing and trembling at his feet.

Walter couldn't help the pride and agitation in his heart, and shouted: "The banner of death will eventually be planted in every land, and this plane will eventually become a paradise for the dead."

Suddenly, the whole world fell silent, and the wind stopped.

Walter sensed something was wrong, and he noticed that the woman kneeling at his feet was looking at him with mocking and disdainful eyes, and the masked woman's body trembling with excitement, as if everyone was not facing himself, but behind his own back.

Walter couldn't help but turn around slowly, and he saw a pair of heavy and delicate black boots, suspended in the air, continuing upward, facing a pair of cold and indifferent dark golden eyes.

A handsome young man in a black robe looked down at him coldly, a look that reminded him of the skeletal tyrant who occasionally lowered his consciousness during sacrifices.

A chill was uncontrollably born from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but tremble, and the bones hit with a "bang" sound.

He was frightened, he was frightened in the face of a stranger, a man other than a tyrant.

That's impossible!

Walter subconsciously swung his right fist at the man out of fear and shame, a blow from the angel's bones.

The handsome young man just glanced at him lightly, and his body froze, and his movements froze in mid-air.

Then, Walter's eyes widened sharply, and the green flames skyrocketed, almost bursting the skeleton's eye sockets.

He saw a big foot fall, with an irresistible and inexplicable force, and stomped heavily on his body.

He heard the sound of his skull shattering, how could the bones of an angel be broken, he must have heard it wrong.. But the body kept falling, and a series of popping sounds came from all over the body...

"Boom", with a loud bang, Walter's body fell heavily to the ground, smashing out a large crater, splitting apart, and bone chips were splashed everywhere, just like the fate of the bone dragon before.

A broken bony hand stretched out of the pit with difficulty, and a cracked skull tried to crawl out of the pit, but stepped on it again, completely crushing the skull, and a green fire flickered for a moment, and then completely extinguished in the earth.

Carlo withdrew his right foot and stopped looking at the ground, his expression indifferent, as if he had only done a very trivial thing.

The masked woman got up from the ground, covered her lower abdomen, staggered to Carlo step by step, slowly knelt down, suppressed the incomparable excitement in her heart, and trembled respectfully: "Meet, master.."

Carlo's eyes softened, he stretched out his right hand, gently removed the ebony mask from the woman's face, stroked the hideous scars and uneven dark purple ugly flesh on it, and said softly: "Don't cover yourself with a mask, Talia, you're actually very beautiful.."

A hint of shyness flashed in the woman's eyes, and she nodded slowly.

"Why don't I feel that way.."

Cinderella muttered lukewarmly, apparently jealous of the compliment Talia had received.

Talia's face turned cold.

Carlo chuckled and whispered, "What I see is never what you see, and in my eyes, even if your flesh is rotting into mud and your bones are crawling with maggots, you are just as beautiful."

"I don't want that day. ”

Sophia grinned and grabbed Carlo's palm, draped it over her full chest, and muttered, "I think it's good now."

Carlo smiled, tilted his head, and said lightly: "Let's go, there is still a lot to do." ”

Sophia's three daughters stood obediently behind Carlo, the air rippled, and the four figures slowly disappeared.

Only the Red Hat and the Ghoul were left on the field, both of them staring around blankly, as if they had not yet realized that they had regained their freedom.

Perhaps, in a long time, the eroded black fog will dissipate, the elves and dwarves will return here, and the Forest of the Dead will return to the mysterious and beautiful Lost Forest...

Billowing black gas emerged from the statue and converged into Carlo's body, which was invisible to ordinary people, and was a collection of countless sins and evil thoughts.

After absorbing the sins in the statues of the dark church of the entire Lore Empire, Carlo's progress of the seven sins has progressed to nearly ten percent, and the collection of sins is becoming more and more difficult the further it goes, standing on the land of the dark diocese, Carlo can feel countless mixed evil thoughts burrowing into his body all the time, but the original sin is almost no longer rising.

The strength has increased a lot, and now that he uses the "Seven Sins Body", Carlo can expect that it will be a different scene, but this is not what he really wants.

The Grimm plane is a fertile sudden, most suitable for the growth of the flower of jealousy, and the purpose of his trip is also to prepare to raise the original sin of jealousy to the greatest extent, and the seven sins are evenly improved, it is better to take the lead in unearthing the power of an original sin as much as possible.

"Your strength seems to be a little weaker."

Carlo suddenly spoke coldly, and the three of Sophia looked stunned.

With a wave of his hand, countless plump fruits appeared on the ground, piled up into a small mountain.

"Eat them until your strength no longer grows."

Sophia licked her bright red lips, her eyes were hot, and she said coquettishly, "Master, are we ready to do it?"

“.. Three days ago, the Pope of Light personally summoned the congregation to form the Holy See Army, and they seem to be on the verge of making a move."

"You seem to lack confidence.."

Carlo glanced at Sophia with a smirk, and the latter replied, "I've never lacked confidence in my master, but.."

Sophia frowned and said, ".. Our cultists and knights are greedy for life and fear death, selfish, and they may not be able to defeat the group of fanatical believers of the Holy See of Light on the frontal battlefield."

Cinderella couldn't help but pout, "The first three holy wars we were defeated step by step, those people could die to the last one, while our people would shout surrender in a situation of equal numbers..."

"That's because you only give them desire, but you don't give them strength.."

With a strange smile on his face, Carlo looked up at the statue of the dark god that symbolized him in front of him, and said in a low voice, "If each of them has the power of a high-ranking knight and can master terrifying witchcraft magic, then the fire of light will never be ignited again."

"Let me, the god of darkness, give them power."

Carlo narrowed his eyes, and the dark golden eyes confided coldly, and said lightly: "Prepare for the fourth holy war." ”