The eyes in the void crack lingered reluctantly on the silver scale armor in Carlo's hand, and then slowly disappeared into darkness.

The lines on the Altar of Greed seemed to become more complex and complete, more and more eerie, and when the light was so strong that even Carlo could barely open his eyes, everything faded again, and the altar was dimly lit, with a few deep cracks on it.

At the same time, the void tumbled and stirred like boiling water, and a black crack appeared on the void like a centipede, rapidly elongating and expanding, and in the blink of an eye, it extended to the limit beyond the reach of the naked eye.

"Roar!"

The inexplicable roar, the evil, chaos, and violence contained in it made Carlo frightened, and he could feel that an incomparably terrifying existence was slowly descending on this space.

Carlo's body trembled uncontrollably, from fear, but also from excitement.

The Greedy Monarch has come personally?!

Carlo stared at the incomparably large spatial rift, almost splitting Pazunia in half, like a gap in the bottomless abyss, and the absorbing power that came out of it seemed to be able to swallow everything.

Suddenly, a series of loud noises exploded in my ears, like rolling thunder, the molten iron lake trembled, and countless magma erupted and exploded, blooming with terrible and terrifying sparks.

Carlo saw an indescribably large python swimming through the cracks, its dark green scales densely covered its body, squirming and trembling, like countless eyes staring coldly at Carlo.

Carlo could not find the head and tail of the python, its breadth and majesty could not be contained even by Pazunia, and he could only glimpse the supreme terror in its insignificance.

Python is a famous being in the abyss?

Carlo stared intently, struggling to stabilize his form in the furious power raging around him, and finally, the python disappeared, and the void crack fell into a gray darkness.

Carlo was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, he felt that everything in front of him seemed to fall into darkness, and then there was an incomparably bright, yellow light, like a dying twilight, rotten earth, and everything around him was surrounded by a dimness that was extremely depressed.

Then he saw an eyeball.

There were no eyes, only cloudy, misty, death, painful, and cold yellow eyes, which were looking at him without emotion, like an ant, a piece of sand on the ground.

Carlo's body trembled, his knees unconsciously wanted to bend down, he wanted to bow down to him, Carlo's will was dying, he was not attacked in any way, it was just a tendency to insignificance and subjugation in the face of greatness.

"Huh.."

Carlo bit his lower lip hard, tore at the flesh, and chewed heavily, the smell of his own blood sobering him up, and he stubbornly let every inch of his body tense and straighten, and met that eye without concession.

His gesture seemed to anger the other party, and the yellow light shone slightly, and Carlo's eyeballs burst into pulp, and blood flowed uncontrollably.

He didn't care at all, but raised his head even more proudly, and a crazy smile bloomed on his face.

It's just a deal, and you have no reason to make me subservient.

Carlo's heart was roaring wildly.

"Bang!"

His legs exploded open, leaving only his upper body, and Carlo grinned, pulled out the only remaining blade of jealousy, thrust it hard into the ground, against his waist, and then continued to raise his head.

Although Carlo's eyes were gone, he could still see everything clearly, he took a deep breath, and said slowly in a hoarse voice, word by word: "I am... Ahem, I paid for it.."

There was an unspeakable silence on the field, and Carlo stared at him, and after a long time, the other party finally chose to "back down", or rather, he didn't want to waste his time fighting with an ant for some ridiculous reason.

The eye grew smaller, and Carlo quickly came back to his senses, not smaller, but the being who pulled away the face that was clinging to the crack in the void.

Carlo finally managed to see more about it, he saw twisted, sparse, dirt and flesh fangs, red **, fine golden fluff, and wrinkled pink skin... Like, an ugly monkey!

Carlo froze, a name flashed through his mind, his mouth opened wide, as if he couldn't believe it, and at the end, he unconsciously muttered it.

"Demo . . . Gao Gen.."

...

"What the hell did you do that day?!"

Perthmia lay on top of a hill made entirely of black steel, her round claws grabbing large chunks of black steel and throwing them into her mouth, munching on them as she muttered to Carlo.

He lost more than ninety-nine percent of his strength, but thanks to the master-servant contract he signed with Carlo, he was not completely destroyed when the power that belonged to Carlo was raging, but left a life.

It's just that to restore it to its original state will take an extremely long time and a huge amount of resources.

Carlo didn't answer, something seemed to have changed in him, his breath was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and the violence, cruelty, killing, and destruction of the past were all deeply hidden, not revealed, but even more terrifying.

Carlo's eyes were empty, and muddy pus and blood were constantly flowing from them, which were the evidence left behind by the transaction, and it would be a long time before he recovered.

A bloated, ugly monster hovered at Carlo's feet, baring its teeth and salivating, its strange body with seven or eight arms and claws of varying lengths, its eyes sometimes crazy and sometimes clear, and its aura descending between the lower and middle ranks of the Dominion.

Carlo gently stroked its uneven scalp and back like a dog, and the latter was also very useful, squatting obediently, like Carlo's most loyal vicious dog.

This is Adam, who has survived, and who is not going to destruction, but is regaining his true nature little by little.

"I can feel all my precious aura disappearing from you." Perthmia took a big gulp of lava, burped, and exclaimed in a rage, "Oh shit, I can't believe how you spent them, do you know how long it took me to collect these cuties?"

Carlo looked up, his empty eyes silently looking at Perthmia, who felt an eerie dead silence wrap around him.

This guy is even more terrifying than before.

He couldn't help but shudder, his momentum weakened, and he muttered dissatisfiedly, "Okay, I understand that it doesn't belong to me anymore, but you should at least tell me what happened that day?.. Okay, I'm yours too. Ahem, minions.."

The last two words Perthmia said very lowly, and seemed extremely reluctant to admit it, but Carlo laughed happily.

"Of course, my dear Perthmia.." Carlo stood up slowly, his unkind eyes looked into the distance and unknown, and whispered, "Would you believe me if I said that I had looked at Demogogan?"

Perthmia was stunned for a moment, not even paying attention to maintaining her balance, and rolled off the pile of black steel, letting out a burst of curses.