The giant "magic dragon" hovered over the city, the sun in the sky was mostly obscured, and huge shadows were cast on the ground.

Fort Twitt is the name of the city, and the once prosperous scene is completely gone, the city has completely fallen, and the devastated ruins are infested with monsters.

Carlo sits high on the throne made of demons, and Camilla sits by his side, filling his glass with liquid at all times.

After cleaning a few more cities, Carlo will be able to move up to the middle rank, and he is preparing to disperse the "Demon Dragon".

Suddenly, in the distant sky, a figure pulled out a long white line and was rushing in his direction.

Carlo narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw clearly the figure in the white light, a middle-aged man over forty years old, handsome, resolute, and full of anger, anxiety, and monstrous murderous intent in his eyes.

The middle-aged man quickly came to Carlo, his body emitting a faint white light, holding him up and hovering in mid-air.

The moment the man appeared, Carlo felt Camila beside him tremble slightly, he glanced at Camila and did not speak.

The middle-aged man stared at Carlo tightly, and a hint of surprise flashed when his eyes swept over the "Demon Dragon" under him, but he quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice: "It's a bloody natural disaster at the moment, Lord Carlo?"

Carlo looked at the man with a smile, nodded slightly, and said politely: "Hello." ”

"My name is Crusoe and I'm from Light Melody. ”

"Oh. Carlo made a "surprised" expression on his face and exclaimed softly: "Long admiration of the great name, long admiration of the great name!"

"So, Mr. Crusoe, you're coming to me with the intention of making friends" Carlo frowned, "or"

"Although you have cleared out a large number of monsters released by the Dark Demon God Cult, you have also killed a lot of innocent people," Crusoe shook his head with a serious expression, "Naturally, I will not make friends with an evil person like you"

"It seems that Mr. Crusoe is here to avenge the dead civilians" Carlo put down the wine glass in his hand and clapped his hands with a smile: "Welcome, welcome"

Crusoe glanced at him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "No, although your death is already doomed, it is not up to me, the firing squad of the Holy Light Melody is already on the way, I came to you today for another purpose"

"Oh?" Carlo asked with interest, unfazed by Crusoe's threatening words, "for what purpose?"

"My daughter," Crusoe said with guilt and sadness in her eyes, "she was also involved in the incident at Fort Minter"

"I'm so sorry. Carlo had an apologetic look on his face, "I've killed so many people that I can't remember everyone I would sympathize with if Mr. Crusoe's daughter was killed."

Carlo stood up and graciously expressed his regret to Crusoe.

"Bella isn't dead!" Crusoe stared at Carlo, "I can feel her silver soul beating, and it's around here, all around you."

Crusoe's words suddenly stopped, because Carlo was the only one by his side, Camilla, and he noticed Camilla, and his eyes showed great disbelief.

"Bella, is that you, Bella?"

Crusoe's lips trembled because he was so excited.

Camila glanced at Crusoe coldly and said, "My name is Camila"

"Serve My Master for Eternity"

Camila knelt in front of Carlo and kissed the top of his feet.

"No!" Crusoe roared madly, recognizing Camila's voice, but he couldn't find anything familiar in her.

Camila's hideous and ugly appearance made it difficult for Crusoe to imagine what kind of pain his daughter had experienced.

His whole body trembled, his eyes were red, and great emotions of sadness, heartache, and despair rose up in him.

"What the hell did you do to her?"

Carlo spread his hands helplessly, "Mr. Crusoe, I think you need to calm down now, there is really no place to think about the daughter you are looking for, maybe your lovely Bella is living well in a stephouse in some slum now"

The veins on Crusoe's forehead throbbed and panted like an angry bull.

"I'm going to tear you apart little by little, you damn demon"

Crusoe said word for word.

"Okay," Carlo sighed in frustration: "Every time I try to solve it in a peaceful way, I always get the result I don't want"

"Die!"

Crusoe roared, and a strange beast phantom appeared behind him.

It looks like a fish, but it has a light tail and a brilliant cross hanging above its head.

Type 4, Luminosis Totemist.

A knight's spear composed of blazing white light appeared in Crusoe's hand, and his every move contained great power, cutting ripples in the void.

After Type 4, the totem beast can be spiritualized for a long time, and it begins to feed back to the totem master itself, which can make the totem master have great strength and a long lifespan.

After Type 4, the Totem Master itself is no longer a weakness, but rather its strongest side.

At this stage, the totem master can be regarded as truly breaking away from the realm of mortals and beginning to enter the transcendent realm.

Crusoe was a powerful knight before he became a totemist, and his martial arts skills were superb, which made his combat power after Type 4 greatly enhanced, almost comparable to the middle level of Type 4.

The blazing spear in Crusoe's hand stabbed at Carlo like a sword.

Carlo glanced at him lazily, and the "Demon Dragon" under him was torn apart, except for a pair of wings, all the rest of the Demon Worms gathered into a sea and rushed up.

Crusoe's face changed slightly, and the tip of the spear began to spin violently and slightly, and continued to move forward like a drill, and at the same time, the white fish phantom behind him gently slapped its tail, shaking out a large area of demon worms.

Carlo's sea of demon worms seemed to be useless in front of Type Four.

There was a hint of mockery in Crusoe's eyes: "Even if you have twice as many bugs, the third type is the third type, and you will never be able to understand the power of the fourth type."

"Now, please die!" Crusoe's expression suddenly turned extremely hideous, and he stabbed the spear in his hand, right at Carlo's heart.

Carlo put down the wine glass in his hand, a slight surprise on his face.

"Oh, really?"

Crusoe's eyes were cold and unmoved, and his body was full of indomitable momentum.

Crusoe was a stone's throw away from Carlo, and Cruso was surprised to see that Carlo was still smiling at him.

"Mr. Crusoe" Carlo shook his head, drank the red wine in his glass, and sighed, "You should really take a good look at it next time you stab someone, is the tip of your gun still there?"

Crusoe subconsciously lowered his head, and his complexion changed instantly.

I saw that at the tip of his brilliant white light knight's spear, a dark red ugly beetle stopped at some point.

The beetle clung to the spear tightly, its tiny mouthparts gnawing at the spear.

Crusoe watched as those blazing and beautiful white lights were eaten into his stomach by this little thing, and at such a fast speed that in the blink of an eye, there was only one gun handle left in his hand.

"And," Carlo stood up with a smile and looked down at Crusoe condescendingly, "didn't you say that I couldn't double my pets?"

"Then I'll let them ten times more, what do you think?"

The corners of Carlo's mouth turned into a smile as cold and sharp as a knife.

He flipped his palm, and the next moment, in Crusoe's terrified eyes, the sea of insects in the sky swelled in all directions like a balloon.

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