"I won't be coming back for months until you get Lord Abron's approval."

Zephnaia smiled and hugged Carlo's neck and kissed him again and again, complaining: "I will miss you... I hope that when I come back, I will see your figure stepping on flesh and bones, not a withered head hanging high on a rocky mountain."

"Of course, remember to say hello to Lord Abron for me."

Carlo pinched Zephnaia's tail with his big hand, causing the latter to squeamish.

Zephnaia twisted her hips and got onto the human lion, gathering her men to leave.

Carlo looked at her with a smile, and seeing that the human lion had begun to float in the air, he suddenly asked, "Even if it is the Dark Lord, does he only have a forty percent chance of winning against Demogogen?"

Zefnaia glanced at him with a graceful look and said, "Of course not, the strength of the two adults is comparable. ”

Carlo's eyes flashed, "So, what are the odds of Flagg's victory?"

"It's also forty percent. Zephnaia held out four fingers.

"And two percent?"

Zephnaia looked at Carlo meaningfully and said, "All the demons know that Demogorgen is at odds with him."

The legion of human lions marched away.

Carlo looked at the lions in the distance, his expression deep and thoughtful.

Discord, who is Demogorgen at odds with, another powerful demon lord?

This question doesn't seem to need him to think about, those big people who are high up and above are too far away from him.

Until the shadow of the human lion could no longer be seen in the sky, the smile on Carlo's face instantly disappeared, and his expression became extremely fierce.

"Damn, bastard, cousin, a bunch of greedy bloodsuckers.."

"Perthmia!"

Carlo roared angrily, grabbed the thick black steel chains and slammed the black dragon in the magma, scolding as he whipped.

"You damn idiot, what a problem you've gotten into me, I should have eaten you raw."

Perthmia's huge body rolled and dodged in the magma, but he didn't dare to resist at all, and his mouth let out an aggrieved whimper, like a puppy.

All the demons around them were also silent, and they stayed where they were, trembling, not daring to move.

Carlo had been whipping Perthmia for a long time, and the depression in his heart only dissipated, he grabbed the horns on the head of the black dragon, and said coldly: "Remember for me, next time, when I see this group of lions riding the watch, I will eat them all, and don't leave a single one!"

"Roar.."

Perthmia nodded desperately, extremely aggrieved in her heart, what kind of nerves does this pervert have.

After Carlo finished teaching Perthmia, his face was gloomy, and he exclaimed, "Adam!"

The evil knight with the bloodline of the berserker demon hurriedly stepped forward.

"Let all the half-beasts and demons reduce the range of activity of refining black steel to a radius of thousands of miles, increase the scout team tenfold, and expand the detection range to ten thousand miles!"

"Yes!"

Adam took the command, and the whole territory was in full swing.

Carlo's eyes flashed fiercely, and he whispered word by word: "Come on, there are enough dead people, you will know that I am more difficult to mess with than Flagg."

...

After Zefnaia left, the atmosphere around the territory seemed to become tense all of a sudden, and several scout teams sent out to investigate did not return every day.

Carlo can vaguely feel that around the territory of the steel fortress, from time to time there will be one or two probing consciousnesses, breaths, all above the command level, and the number of these dao breaths is increasing every day, it seems that these greedy bastards do treat him as a piece of fat, and now it just depends on who can't bear the temperament first to jump out and open his mouth to bite down.

Carlo's face became calmer day by day, and even all the scouts were gathered up, empty, and the entire steel fortress was exposed to the eyes of the wolves.

Finally, someone couldn't help it.

A tornado blew for no reason, gray, not strong, slowly moving sideways like a steel fortress, a demon patrol cautiously wanted to go up to investigate, but when they were still more than ten miles away from the hurricane, the tornado suddenly sped up, swallowing the entire hundred-man demon team in the blink of an eye.

Without even screaming, all the demon warriors, including the two leader demons, were all twisted into thousands of pieces of flesh and blood, and the gray tornado was dyed red, and they slammed into the demon group behind them like a fly that smelled blood.

Razor-sharp tornadoes, like meat grinders, rampant across the territory around the steel fortress, raining blood and screaming like a tidal wave, and vast swaths of demonic warriors were harvested until they were slashed in two by an amber sword that rained down from the sky.

The amber golden sword light and the blood-colored tornado collided together, shattering into countless escaping fires, and the blazing aura surged, but it was quickly swept away by the hurricane.

"It's my lord!"

The panicked demon shouted excitedly.

Carlo's majestic voice appeared in mid-air, the hideous bat wings flapped lightly behind him, the bone spurs were all over the place, and the muscled twenty-meter-tall body was like black steel poured, lying across the void, his face was gloomy, and his dark golden eyes were staring at the demon that came out of the tornado.

"You're the demon Ferragher said you were?"

The person who came was a high-level scythe demon, thin and narrow, with perfectly streamlined muscles, and a cold cold light shining all over his body, and he stepped into the void step by step in front of Carlo, like a bloodthirsty long knife being slowly lifted.

The Scythe Demon was much shorter than Carlo, but he looked down at Carlo with a condescending look, his eyes narrow, narrow as blades, his sharp chin raised high, and a look of haughty disdain written on his face.

The first time Carlo looked at him, he knew that this guy's original sin was - "arrogance".

"Give you a chance to live, work for Lord Pros for 10,000 years, and purify black steel that is worth enough to satisfy adults, I may consider..."

"I'll think about how many pieces I can cut you into!"

Before he could finish speaking, Carlo had already turned pale, his wrist flipped, and a fierce and brutal huge dragon bone sword had appeared in his hand, the flames were like snakes entangled, and he slashed towards the scythe demon with a fierce sword.

"Damn it!"

The scythe demon's complexion changed slightly, and countless sharp bone blades burst out of his limbs in unison, and the whole person folded in the void like a piece of paper, and suddenly disappeared, and then there was an extra gust of wind on the field.

A sharp, vicious, elusive wind.

The Scythe Demon has always been known for its sharp offensive and speed.

Carlo smiled cruelly, the keel in his hand drew a full circle in front of him, and the surging flames mixed with the heat wave gushed out, and he roared in his heart: "Perthmia, do it!"

"Roar!"

The silent molten iron lake suddenly broke through the incomparably huge magma wave, and a huge and hideous dragon head suddenly poked out of the magma, and the huge mouth opened wide, aiming at the void in front of Carlo, and a black hole appeared.

"Devour!"

"Ahh

An exclamation sounded in the void, a transparent phantom was revealed, Carlo's eyes flashed, and the whole person disappeared in an instant, and the next moment it had appeared in front of the phantom.

"The first one jumped out, and he didn't weigh whether his teeth were good enough?!"

Carlo laughed fiercely, and the flames condensed to the extreme on the dragon bone sword were as brilliant as gild, and they slashed down fiercely.

The Scythe Demon was terrified, and subconsciously raised the bone blades on his arms to resist.

Carlo burst into tears word by word:

"Seven sins in the body!"

The already strong body swelled out again, and the red-hot dragon bone sword fused and slashed the bone blade on the scythe demon's hand one by one, and then... Simply and neatly chopped down.

"Tear pull.."

Two thin pieces of body fell from the void, and the Commander-level Scythe Demon still had a look of horror and disbelief on his face to death.

Carlo grabbed the corpse of the Scythe Demon and violently ripped off its heart, throwing it down with all his might.

"Song Valve, I've got it for you!"

A sword training light flashed, and a cold and thin figure had already grabbed the heart and chewed it.

The rest was thrown to Perthmia by Carlo, and the dragon's head bit the corpse, and a permeating "crunch" sound came from its mouth.

Carlo's chest rose and fell violently, and his dark golden slightly reddened eyes slowly swept through the void around him, and those greedy consciousnesses touched his gaze, subconsciously avoiding them, and hiding them with fear.

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, this bird, he had to go all out and kill it with a thunderous force.

It's a deterrent to those who come after it.

Only by showing strong strength can the guys in the shadows take care of it, after all, they are not in a group, and perhaps many of them have a grudge against each other.

Of course, it's not enough to scare them off.

Carlo didn't want to be scared off, he just wanted to buy a little time.

When the worries in the hearts of these bastards are consumed by greed, and the second wave of temptation begins, then he should be able to return from the next plane...