The goblin disappeared in a flash, and his movements were as agile as before, not at all like a person who had lost his lower body.

Carlo's face froze, he grabbed the black wings in his hands, and quickly chased after them.

Leaping into the darkness, it was an empty hall with a dense network of strange runes filling the entire field of vision.

Carlo's pupils constricted slightly, he recognized these strange and twisted runes, and in Terraria's huge memory, in addition to sleeping and killing, he still left a little insight.

This is the text of the underworld, the text of the underworld.

The underworld is the realm of the dead, and the vast majority of those who die, the souls of the dead who wander in the world, are swept up in the River Styx.

After the death of the dead, they either go to heaven and fall into the arms of God, or they go to hell and belong to Satan, but in fact, the birth of the underworld is much longer than heaven and hell.

It was born with the birth of countless planes, and will die with the demise of countless planes.

God and Satan, as latecomers, are nothing more than opportunistic thieves who shamelessly plunder native resources.

Like the abyss, the underworld also has its own indigenous people, there are civilizations, there are strong people, and even when Satan created his own devil warrior, many of his inspirations were plagiarized from the creatures of the underworld.

It's just that the underworld stands on the opposite side of every plane, it is illusory, elusive, ubiquitous, and nowhere to be found.

It is very difficult for the creatures of the underworld to get out of the underworld, and it is also difficult for people from the outside to enter except for the undead.

This avoids some possible friction and strife, otherwise the current bloody war would not only involve the abyss, heaven and hell.

Terraria's long, boring life had seen a few underworld creatures, and his memories were vague, but at least he could assure Carlo that it was indeed the Underworld.

Although Carlo didn't understand the meaning of these scriptures, it was enough to alarm him in his heart.

He subconsciously raised his head, and then saw a faint candlelight, two o'clock, three o'clock... Soon, the glass bottles all over the hall lit up one after another, illuminating the entire space.

The goblin leading the way was standing in the center of the main hall, surrounded by countless scriptures.

Carlo's eyes flashed with coldness, and he took a step forward lightly and dexterously, his face immediately changed, and he only took one step. As expected, he should be next to the goblin now, choking the latter's neck.

The goblin was startled by the substantial killing intent pouring out of Carlo's body, and subconsciously took a few steps back, revealing a pile of black ashes behind him.

The next moment, the pile of black ashes trembled slightly, and a withered and thin hand slowly emerged from the ashes like a bud.

Then the whole arm, the other hand, the head, the body...

Soon, Carlo watched as a tall, thin, shriveled man with a fan-like face and black wings appeared in front of him.

"Don't be nervous.."

A hoarse and unpleasant voice echoed through the hall, and countless candles flickered softly, coming from the mouth of the stranger.

"O'Worth is a well-behaved and intelligent child, and he has no ill will.."

The strange man faced Carlo, his muscles tensed, and he sensed a strange power from the strange man, which he had never seen before, like the stygian on the ground, and he had to be careful.

The folded black wings behind the strange man trembled for a moment, and the next moment, countless eyes opened on his wings, staring at Carlo in unison.

"Huh.." The strange man chuckled softly, his eyes rolling on his wings, and he never took a moment away from Carlo.

He arched his body, coughed twice, and said in a low voice: "Don't do something meaningless, I spent tens of thousands of years here full of 'eggshells', although it still didn't save my life after all... But you can still make one of your little demons temporarily lose their powers.."

Carlo's brow furrowed, he had already realized, the Dark Flame, the Purgatory Flame, the power of original sin... He couldn't even summon the demon body, and now he was no different from a mortal, at best, he was physically stronger.

It was a terrible feeling, he had never been so uneasy, as if he had fallen from the clouds into the dirt all at once.

"Don't worry, I have no ill will.."

The strange man continued, the eyeballs on his wings dotted on the black wings, and he rolled the whites of his eyes with every turn, looking strange and abnormal.

"Who are you, and what do you want to do?"

Carlo spoke in a deep voice.

The strange man didn't answer, but tilted his wings forward slightly, and those eyes widened violently, staring at Carlo, who instantly felt as if he was being watched by countless pairs of eyes, in fact, it was.

The strange man carefully "looked" at Carlo for a long time, and finally spoke again, and said slowly: "You are finally here.."

...

Konstantin looked at a newspaper quickly, and he looked a little agitated, and he had a cigarette in his mouth, which was already half burned, and the ash fell on his clothes, as if he didn't realize it.

Suddenly, he coughed violently, and the cigarette flew out, and with a large pool of red spit, it landed on the newspaper, almost soaking into the back.

There was a sudden silence around them, an absolute silence, as if time had stood still and the world had returned to nothingness.

A voice sounded in Konstantin's ears, low and indifferent.

"You should consider quitting smoking, Konstantin.."

Konstantin turned his head and was greeted by an ordinary black face, very ordinary, but noble.

Behind him, six white wings trembled slightly, splashing golden light and swaying with holy sounds.

Konstantin did not have the slightest surprise and surprise on his face when he saw the black man, but picked up the cigarette that had fallen on the ground again, ignored the blood and dirt, put it in his mouth and inhaled it again, spit out the smoke ring, and said: "If I succeed in this mission, you will give me a healthy body, and it doesn't matter if I smoke more cigarettes;

Black Angel is noncommittal.

Konstantin finished his cigarette and said, "Manny, since you are here too, do you still need me? Killing a mortal should be easy for you angels."

The black man glanced at him expressionlessly, and said coldly: "Not an ordinary mortal, and... We don't have as much discretion as you think.."

"I understand.." Konstantin shrugged indifferently, "Impossible rules, endless constraints, it's tiring to be an angel.."

The black angel did not speak, but remained silent.

Konstantin frowned slightly, he was a little surprised, if it was ordinary, he should have been reprimanded and warned by these old-fashioned guys if he was so disrespectful.

However, he didn't dwell too much on this doubt, but patted the newspaper covered in his blood and said, "Manny, New York is about to be demolished by that red monkey, do you really not consider letting me go back and solve him first?"