A powerful evil consciousness descends on the world, it is new, pure, and unexpected.

The will of the world is furious, roaring, roaring, what breaks the rules should not exist in this plane, it must be destroyed, and all unknown uncertainties must be strangled in the cradle...

Carlo suddenly disappeared in place, he turned into a black lightning bolt and swam in the field, the bat's wings brought dark red flames, and the civilians were caught off guard, and they died in the burning without even screaming...

It's a little bit close, it's a little bit closer... Carlo's eyes were red, and he had a sickly twisted smile on his face, his consciousness constantly resting on the panel of experience.

Almost every day during this time, he would have a large amount of experience points in his account, because the dark forces under his command were wantonly slaughtering, providing him with a steady stream of power.

This was ordered before he came, and when he arrived in Constantine, Serdan would lead the demon army to attack the human kingdom.

The 70,000 experience points between him and the boss-level demon are constantly narrowing the gap every moment, and until now, there is still a few thousand experience shorts...

"It" was already about to come out, and under the flesh, a blood-red film was revealed, and there were constantly sharp protrusions, and "it" was struggling to break free.

Nearly ten years of flesh and blood feeding, forming a blood cocoon around "it", similar to the existence of a demon egg, this layer of obstacles can only be broken by "it" itself.

The thunder in the clouds boiled, and a blazing lightning slashed straight down.

"Bang", "Vivien's" shell was scorched black and shattered.

"It" erupted in a piercing scream, and all the civilians around it fell to the ground in agony, blood pouring from their ears.

The blood cocoon jumped out of the coke like a giant ball of flesh, jolting wildly on the ground.

Lightning fell one after another, and the blood-colored balls screamed and dodged.

Carlo laughed, his expression even more frantic, and endless flames poured out of his body, squirming rapidly on the ground as if consciously, catching up with the fleeing civilians.

The civilians shrouded in the firelight, their faces distorted and desperate, their mouths wide open, let out a silent roar, they collapsed, there was not a trace of burning on their bodies, but their flesh was withered, their eyes were empty, and there was no trace of life.

"The soul burns. ”

From the power of the bloodline of the Flame Demon Lord Terraria, combined with the Infernal Flame to form Carlo's unique means, the only pity is that the color of the flame has not yet transformed into blue.

999831. 999873. The numbers on the virtual panel kept beating, Carlo walked through the city, countless people fell behind him one by one, destruction and death followed him, and the power hidden in his blood was ready to move.

Behind Carlo, the blood-red ball of flesh was already miserable, its shell charred and black, emitting a pungent smell of burning.

"It" was dying, lightning fell, and the ball of meat just shook like a twitch, and it seemed to be lifeless.

The will of the world is confused, wandering, and hesitating, and the thunder in the sky slowly subsides and has a tendency to disperse.

Suddenly, the ball of flesh, which had turned into a pile of charcoal, made a crisp "click" sound, and the blood cocoon cracked through it, and a blood-red slender hand stretched out from it.

The thunderclouds in the sky rolled again, "it" was not dead yet, and the will of the world was quickly brewing the final blow to the end.

"It" has finally come into the world in its entirety.

Bat wings, sharp horns, these are all inherited from Carlo's demonic bloodline, but unlike Carlo, it is blood-red, there is not an inch of skin on its body, and its flesh and blood are exposed to the air, which looks very ugly and ferocious.

"It" staggered out of its blood cocoon, flapping its wings to its feet. Above it, there was an inky sky, clouds of lead condensed, the color of bleeding brewing, flashing from time to time, and the sky roaring, ready to spit out the last cold thunder.

Its blood-red eyes stared at the sky, and it roared loudly, revealing its fangs to the will of the world, but its small body looked extremely proud and fierce.

Come on, shred me!

It smiled a hideous grin, like a silent mockery.

The will of the world became enraged, and a bolt of lightning several times thicker than before fell from the clouds and slashed straight at it.

It didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, but tried to flick its wings, levitating in mid-air, its face full of ferocity, and posing as if it was going to fight it.

Seeing that the thunder and lightning were about to devour the newborn little monster, suddenly, a thick arm reached out from the side, accurately grabbed the lightning bolt, and clasped it in the palm of his hand.

The thunder light writhed like a snake, and then bit it fiercely, the skin and flesh of that arm were instantly opened, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the violent thunder and lightning power even spread up along the arm, and the person who intercepted the thunder punisher became extremely miserable in the blink of an eye.

"Woohoo."

It was stunned for a moment, then understood, let out a low roar, and quickly jumped up to the tall figure in front of it, emitting bursts of joy and joy.

Carlo's injuries were oozing, but the smile on his face was particularly bright, his eyes showed a hint of sadness, and he stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick it lightly on Carlo's wounds, and from time to time he stared at the sky and roared a few times.

The will of the world was completely enraged, and the thunder and lead clouds boiled like boiling water.

Carlo sneered, and he tossed the little monster on his shoulder aside, spreading his broad bat wings and flying towards the sky.

Thunderbolts fell one after the other, each as hard as the one that had hit Carlo before.

The will of the world is already planning to teach this restless creature a good lesson.

Blood burst out, flesh and bones flew sideways, flesh and blood smelled burnt, and Carlo's whole person was miserable, but he laughed louder and louder, until finally laughter and thunder mixed together, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Carlo's face was twisted and hideous, his mouth opened to the maximum, and long, sharp fangs grew out, sending out a roar at the dark red sky.

The will of the world was also stimulated by his provocation, and the lightning was like rain, and Carlo's body was so destroyed that he couldn't see his original appearance, but he still hovered in mid-air with a shaky hover.

It also roared wildly underneath, with blood and tears in its eyes, and tried to rush into the sky several times, but was turned back by Carlo and yelled back viciously.

Finally, as if breaking some shackles, the flesh on Carlo's body fell apart, and every time his batwing flapped, the charred flesh on his body fell like rain.

Carlo craned his neck, and the untold fruits of sin rolled into his big mouth one by one.

He chewed heavily, bright red juice splashing with his own blood.

Carlo could feel the new flesh sprouting and growing, and it was so itchy that he couldn't help but tear it violently, as if peeling off a layer of old shell.

This is a new life, a metamorphosis.

Carlo craned his neck and roared loudly, a large, pure evil will rising from him.

If this plane is a lake, the will of the little monster just now is a puddle of poisonous water, which may pollute the clarity of the lake, making the plane jealous and disgusted.

But now, like a mighty sea of evil, Carlo surged towards the lake, with the desire to engulf it, and made it feel deep fear and unease.

Carlo was finally promoted to the Boss-level Great Demon, and at this moment, there was a power from the abyss standing behind him.