"Select the designated target .."

"Goal setting.."

"Deduct 600,000 evil points.."

"Start exchanging, Whisperer Demon Bloodline."

Carlo can't deprive Merlin of the Nightmare bloodline, but he can suppress his awakening and transform him into a demon through another bloodline.

The Whisperer is one of the inferior demonic bloodlines, able to consciously comprehend all kinds of magic, very powerful for ordinary people, but chicken for demons.

Merlin's body began to deform, becoming more and more thin, his facial features became sharper, and his originally delicate little face looked a little gloomy and obscene.

Since then, Merlin has had three bloodlines in his body, the Elven King, the Nightmare, and the Greedy Whispering Demon. This makes his initial talent even stronger, and he will become an encyclopedic figure in the field of magic, however, Bo is not refined, and due to the mutual exclusion and inhibition between the three bloodlines, Merlin will never be able to use one of these talents to the extreme.

He can be erudite, wise, predictable, omnipotent... But he will never be able to connect with strength, and at most he will stop at legend, well, that is, the strength of the first level of the Great Demon.

Moreover, there is another disadvantage of the greedy whisperer, that is, from now on, Merlin may have one more chatter attribute.

This is a small result of Carlo's research, or a small function of the newly developed system. He can buff the specified object, but the system charges an extra 20% of the evil value, which is equivalent to a "handling fee".

The fire dragon under Carlo's seat was transformed into a demon dragon by him in this way, and his strength was raised by a whole notch, reaching the level of a middle-level great demon.

Merlin lay silently on the ground, a flash of crimson on his smooth forehead, and then quickly faded away, the soul mark left by Carlo, the reins of the slave devil.

Suddenly, Merlin opened his eyes and jumped.

"What did you do to me?.. My body has grown bigger ?.."

Merlin looked at his hands, and a flame appeared in his palm, and then turned into a water ball, a rock, a whirlwind... Switching back and forth between the various spells.

Merlin had a look of surprise and disbelief on his face.

"Oh my God, I've got a lot of magic spells in my head... I can mobilize them as easily as breathing... I'm intermediate, oh no, I'm already a high-level magician.."

Carlo looked at the ecstatic Merlin and said with a smile, "I said you won't regret it, the darkness never skimps on its minions."

Merlin had a sharp smile on his face, looking completely less innocent and cute, and more like a goblin.

"I apologize for my foolishness, praise you, my esteemed Crown Carlo..."

Carlo was just about to say something, when the system's prompt sounded.

"Destroy Satan's plans, lure the Hell Seed into rebellion, gain 100,000 XP points, and 1,000,000 Evil points. ”

Carlo's human form swelled uncontrollably, the sharp corners of his forehead became thicker and sharper, bending into a hideous arc towards the back of his head, the bat's wings broke apart to both sides, the wingspan exceeded five meters, and his body was also raised by half a head, and the demon's body was even taller and stronger.

After the accumulation of bloody battles and these 100,000 points of experience, he finally became a high-level archdemon, and the next level, the boss-level demon, required a full million points.

Carlo felt the surging power around him, and the dragon and Merlin trembled at the momentum he was exuding.

It was really a surprise he hadn't expected. However, Merlin's relationship with Satan, the king of hell, was a seed planted by him, and Carlo couldn't help but cast a shadow in his heart.

What else is Merlin's secret? Is he befriended by the legendary King of Hell?

Carlo smiled bitterly and shook his head, he couldn't help but think too highly of himself, and his current self was not even a speck of dust in Satan's eyes.

Ordinary gods are sown seeds everywhere in various planes, and it's normal for Satan to lose two...

Carlo comforted himself in this way, and his mood returned to calm.

He reverted to the appearance of a handsome young man, and his powerful momentum was put away, and the demon dragon and Merlin felt better.

"I need war, chaos, death and killing.." Carlo's indifferent eyes fell on Merlin, now that the chess pieces have been made, it is time to make the pawns.

"Can you bring it to me?"

Merlin fell to his knees respectfully, and Carlo's uncontrolled promotion made him mistakenly think that it was a deterrent to him, and his attitude changed drastically.

"Yes, dear master. However, I want you to give me a little more time, I want to take care of a little bit of personal matters first.."

Merlin looked up at Carlo with a gritted tooth-gritted expression on his face, as if he still had some deep hatred in him.

Carlo's bad taste suddenly flareed up, and a shaking red wine glass suddenly appeared in his hand, leaning on the dragon's back, and asked with interest, "If you don't mind, can you tell me your story?"

...

The Misty Mountains have long been a place for mercenaries and adventurers, and after the upheaval of the Roman Empire, a large number of paups and vagrants have gathered here to form a sizable town.

Compared to the turmoil outside, this place feels like paradise.

The town's only tavern, adventurers who have just returned from the Misty Mountains love to relax their tight heartstrings.

The tavern was filled with the choking smell of ale, tobacco, and sweat, and the sound of bragging, swearing, and punctual jokes or two from time to time caused bursts of laughter.

Suddenly, the door of the tavern was gently pushed open, and two uninvited guests broke in.

The leader was a mild young man with short chestnut hair, wearing a new and beautiful leather armor, which looked very eye-catching with his handsome appearance.

The young man was followed by his servant, a thin and shriveled young man, whose face was somewhat gloomy.

The vicious-eyed adventurers almost instantly judged the identity of the person, but it was just the son of a nobleman who had secretly escaped.

With a lot of enthusiasm and unrealistic fantasies, he ran to the adventure in a hurry, and finally either rolled back to his own small territory or lost his life in the mouth of the monster.

There are a few of them coming to the town every month, but there have been fewer of them lately, after all, the war is starting to ignite.

The aristocratic young man seemed to be swept away by the unpleasant smell of the tavern, took a few steps back, and then strode in with a red face and a puffed chest.

There were several shrill laughs in the tavern.

"He probably hasn't been weaned yet?"

"Hahaha. ”

Someone deliberately joked loudly, and everyone laughed unbridledly, and their mocking and disdainful gazes wandered back and forth on the young man.

"Pity such a good suit of leather armor, made of the finest lizard skin. ”

"I'm betting it's worth at least ten gold coins. ”

"Ten gold coins, to hell, at least a hundred. ”

The young man instantly became the object of everyone's ridicule, and he was scrutinized like a fur on the shelf.

The young man's face turned slightly red, as if he had been greatly humiliated, and he subconsciously placed his hand on the beautiful long sword at his waist, but quickly gave up in an unkind gaze.

He finally walked to the bar, slammed a gold coin on the table, and shouted in a rough voice, "Help me with two glasses of ale. Oh no, it's two large glasses of ale. ”

Haha, the adventurers laughed again.

No one saw it, and a faint smile appeared on the young man's face with his back to them.

It's fun to play role-playing games once in a while, isn't it?

Devil's bad taste.