The countless insects that had bred and diverged from Carlo's Gubanpi Demon Worm Totem turned into a dark red, wriggling tide of insects, swarming towards the flamingos.

The fiery flames from the flamingos crackled the insects, but the insects continued to fight one after another, and the charred corpses continued to fall from the air like raindrops, and the air was filled with a disgusting scorching stench.

"Is there only such a trick? I haven't even reached Type Three." Montoya's face sneered, and then his tone became fierce: "You Dark Demon God Sect rats who can only hide in the gutter will be reduced to ashes in the flames sooner or later..."

Carlo smiled and said nothing, to be honest, he didn't know what level of power the Gubanpi Demon Worm was now after being used as a totem, but against the big bird that was on fire, maybe, maybe, there should be no problem.

Under the scorching flames, the black insect tide not only did not die, but became more and more numerous. Only Carlo himself could clearly sense that in the center of the insect tide, a dark red and extraordinarily deep demon insect was flapping its wings frantically, and every time it flapped its wings, countless insects split out of its body.

Defend against fire with flesh and blood, and suppress power with numbers.

Gradually, the red pillar of fire in mid-air was suppressed by the dark red insect tide, and the flames weakened, but there were more and more insects.

"How is this possible?!" Montoya clearly sensed that something was wrong, and his eyes were shocked and his face was ugly. The next moment, the flamingo stopped spitting flames, and instead flapped its wings, intending to fly away.

The black insect tide swelled almost instantly, converging together, like a dark red angry dragon, "biting" the flamingo's body in one bite, and then swallowing it.

Montoya's face changed drastically, and before he could make a second expression, a large hand reached out out out of nowhere, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.

Montoya's eyes widened, and he saw that the totemic light outside his body was like an ornament, broken through without hindrance, and a handsome young man was looking at him with a smile, it was Carlo.

Montoya has not yet reached the realm of totem aura, the power of the totem feeds back to himself, and without the protection of the totem light, he is no different from an ordinary person.

He was pinched by Carlo, his body hanging in the air, struggling and fluttering like a fish out of water.

Just as powerless as he was his totem flamingo, the legendary creature of the divine steed that was being devoured by countless demonic insects, its beautiful flaming feathers extinguished, and its mouth continued to let out a miserable wail, but it was soon drowned in the tide of insects.

Carlo brought the struggling Montoya closer and scrutinized the tattoo on his chest.

Beautifully patterned, like a raging flame, the flame emblem quickly faded as the flamingo-wrapped insect mass behind Carlo dispersed.

On top of Carlo's system panel, the pale red progress bar crept forward a bit, becoming sixteen.8 percent.

Only 0.1 percent has advanced.

Carlo frowned slightly, casually threw the Montoya in his hand to the "salivating" demon insects on the side, frowning and thinking: his feeling is right, it is indeed Terraria's flame power, but the power increased by devouring a type three totem master is too little, only 0.1 percent...

At this time, Montoya's body had been devoured, Carlo took a deep breath, and a wisp of soul was swallowed by him.

The shattered and messy memories were absorbed by Carlo, and images flashed before his eyes: a rugged-looking young man respectfully saluting a figure, the scene of Montoya's apprenticeship in his youth... Montoya was ecstatic to make his first totem, the Cardinal... Montoya was successfully promoted to the second type totem master, and she was full of spirits. The look on Montoya's face faded little by little with the passage of time, his teacher died, his lover died, and wrinkles began to appear on his face, but his strength has been stuck at the peak of the second type, and time has passed... Montoya was led the way and joined the Fire Emblem Order.Within a huge mountain dome, the flames were blazing, the figures in the flames, Montoya prostrated reverently, and his totem cardinals were bursting with fire little by little, type three... Montoya only has the opportunity to meet the Flame Figures once every five years...

The next memories are a bit boring and monotonous, Montoya fights for the Fire Emblem, her status in the organization rises little by little, and the number of times she meets the flame figure gradually increases... Once every five years, once every four years.. Until now, once every six months..

Every time Montoya meets the flame figure, the flame power on the totem will increase by one point, and his strength will gradually become stronger, until he is now a Type 3 high-level... However, he had never seen the true face of the flame figure...

Carlo detached himself from his memory, his gaze a little gloomy.

The flame figure in Montoya's memory, although there was a part of the awe he carried, Carlo could still feel the powerful power of the flame figure...

Being able to promote a Type 2 Totem Master to a Type 3 high level by bestowing power is definitely impossible for Type 4 to do, I'm afraid, the strength of the Flame Shadow will not be inferior to him...

Carlo's mind conjured up the huge figure bathed in flames, and with a blank face, he retracted the demon worm that had been transformed from a wave of insects into a blood diamond, and with a wave of his right hand, the entire tavern turned into a sea of fire.

Carlo stepped on the flames and disappeared into the darkness...

A tavern in Fort Minter caught fire, and all the people inside did not escape and were burned to ashes. This news is not too big or small to give the civilians a little more talk in their leisure time, and there is not even a stir in the group of totem masters who came to Mingte Fort with the same purpose.

No one knew that one of the Fire Emblem's Type 3 high-level totems had quietly died in the fire.

"Tomorrow afternoon, the royal totem master escorting the treasure will take the last train to the Mint Castle." Edward stood in front of several people, quickly reporting the information he had just received.

Gandalf's face was expressionless, and Berg on the side asked, "My lord, when are we going to do it?"

Gandalf replied lightly: "It depends on when the people from the Dark Demon God Church will do it... After they fight with the royal family, we will look for a chance to snatch it... Well, and beware of that old thing Montoya, he must want to wait until the end to pick up the bargain."

The three of Berg had no objection, Berg was silent for a while, and suddenly couldn't help but speak: "My lord, this three-party robbery of the royal family's secret treasure will definitely be exposed to the public... Is this a violation of the Totemist Convention?"

Gandalf sneered and replied, "Totemist Convention?!hum... It has long been a piece of waste paper.. The contradictions between the major totem division forces and the two empires are getting bigger and bigger, and conflicts are inevitable... This operation has long been tacitly approved by the major forces.."

Gandorf gave Berg a deep look and said word by word: "This is just the beginning... Sooner or later, the world will be ours .."