When Carlo's footsteps crossed the strange man's body, the strange man who was frozen on the ground suddenly resumed his movements again, and although most of his head was already wrinkled like a juiced orange, he was still alive, and raised the tip of the sword on the back of his hand, and threw himself at Carlo faster than before.

Then, again, he was beaten back.

Carlo had somehow turned around and put one foot on the strange man's head, pinning him to the ground.

"You look like you're in good quality."

Carlo said faintly, and the blazing flames rose from his body, but they opened and extinguished.

He suddenly changed his mind.

"I see.." Carlo had a look of "suddenness" on his face and muttered, "It turns out that this level is a puzzle game."

"Let me see, you have some little secrets."

Carlo chuckled, and the pale blue flames flowed out of him, enveloping the strange man entirely, the strange man was in the blue flames, there was not a trace of burning on his body, but the whole person twitched wildly.

Memories and images passed by Carlo's eyes.

In 1897, a child was born, named Karl Ruprecht. He grew up healthy, with brilliant blonde hair and a handsome face, he showed extraordinary musical talent, was hailed as a child prodigy, and before his psychology was still twisted, Carl Jr. toured opera in European capitals. It's a pity that fate destined him not to step on flowers and applause, but blood and bones.

From an early age, Carl showed masochistic tendencies, often whipping himself with elm branches to get pleasure from pain, and this masochistic tendency developed into an extreme manifestation of body dysmorphic disorder (a psychological disorder that believes his appearance is flawed) in his youth, and he gradually hated his clumsy body and tried to change it, so another powerful talent hidden in his body awakened.

Carl developed a keen interest in human anatomy and became a self-taught master, perhaps becoming a great surgeon if he had gone in a different direction.

Using his surgical knowledge, Carl conducted a series of experiments on himself, including removing his eyelids and lips and tinkering with his own skin. He even designed a gas mask to filter germs from the air.

Later, Karl meets Gregory, and he finds the greater pleasure than torturing himself, which is to inflict pain on others. He drifted away from this twisted and crazy path, joined the Nazis, and rose to become the leader of the Thule Cult and Gregory's right-hand man.

After that, he was wounded, fell asleep, and was awakened by Gregory...

"Now I know what you like?" Carlo happily removed the oddity's head and feet, looking down at him.

"I have the same hobby as you, and we will have a lot in common... I'm proficient in all the art of killing, and I've killed more people than you've ever seen."

The weirdo seemed to be stunned, and his body kept making the sound of "squeak, squeak" clockwork gear rolling.

"Now I'm reluctant to break you." Carlo leaned down, his hand was forced, the strange man's body twitched and trembled, and his collapsed head was pinched back to the prototype by Carlo, just a little uneven.

"Killing is an art, not a job... Gregory doesn't understand that.." Carlo patted him on the head and said softly, "Think about it, little Carl... I'll be back soon.."

The weirdo also began to hear a "squeak" sound in his head, as if he was really thinking about something.

Carlo walked slowly out of the room, paused slightly, and continued on.

The next room was not as warm and cosy as it used to be.

It was cold, damp, the air was weird, and the water on the ground was terrible.

On the dark yellow eggs piled up on the hill, there are four ugly-looking "big dogs" lying on their stomachs.

They have a long, narrow head like a melon, a bit like a buffalo, but without horns, on the top of the head is a strip-like column of flesh, scattered behind the head, like hair, they have no upper and lower jaws and lips, black and brown fangs protrude, huge nostrils constantly spit out a smoky stench, the lower body is like an orangutan, strong, powerful, the back is rickety, the skin looks very smooth, but if you look closely, you can find that it is covered with a circle of annual rings.

"Samoere, the lonely man, the son of Nilga, the hellhound ... You've got so many names."

Carlo muttered, "Iron cages, cliffs, knives, and dogs... Gregory has perfectly inherited the usual hospitality of hell."

The four ugly "big dogs" like Samuel spotted Carlo at the first time, and staggered to his feet, letting out a series of unpleasant hissing from his mouth, and the smell of saliva flowed like a waterfall.

They are ancient, evil, hungry... Every Samoel, every time he fills his belly, eats up a city.

Carlo looked at them, and suddenly clapped his hands happily and whispered, "I have thought of the trick to this level."

The four Samuel had grown their mouths and bit hard at Carlo, their thick tongues bursting out like pythons.

As they opened their mouths to pounce, Carlo opened their mouths as wide.

His handsome face tore up and down from his lips, revealing countless sharp teeth like knives, and instantly became extremely hideous.

An invisible suction force centered on Carlo's monstrous maw, engulfing all around like a black hole, and the bodies of the four Samuel instantly stopped in mid-air, as if the movie had been pressed to pause, and that frame was frozen.

The next moment, a rich orange light emerged from them, and with the suction, it was swallowed up by Carlo in a trace.

"Gluttony, the original sin. ”

The freeze-frame scene resumed, and Samuel fell out of mid-air, landed in the stinky water below, got up, and shook his body, his ugly face full of confusion.

They have been hungry for thousands of years, and their empty stomachs continue to stimulate them, but they are deprived of the desire to eat by Carlo, and they can no longer feel hungry, and if they continue to do so, they may become the first hellhounds to be starved to death in history.

Carlo belched.

He covered his mouth slightly, as if he was slightly embarrassed by the faux pas.

Like a gentleman who has finished eating, Carlo took out the white handkerchief in his left breast pocket and symbolically wiped his lips, then looked at a few Samoel with a smile and whispered: "I can understand how you feel now, sometimes I have a bad appetite... Gregory must have not fed you properly, wait until I get back, soon."

Is this the fifth level?.. Hum..

Carlo chuckled and shook his head, moving on.