The light of the night stretched on Carlo's hand, a rough, narrow stalk with an irregularly jagged end like a broken mark. Then, the color of blood spread out, carrying a faint cold light, and the narrow murder weapon revealed its complete appearance.

"Levidan's Claws: Scythe of Jealousy (First Seal Lifted)"

This murder weapon, which drank soul and blood in the Roman plane, looked different from the original after unlocking the first seal.

Its hilt was longer, and the scythe was wider and sharper, with a small twisted arc up and down, so sharp that it looked like the fingers and claws of a huge beast, fierce and hideous.

Carlo looked faintly at the shadow that rushed towards him, and waved his hand casually, an invisible ripple rippled in the void, and the shadow screamed and shrank back quickly.

"Hiss."

The dark red shadow slowly converged into the form of a four-armed demon, and bursts of roars continued to come out of its mouth, and in its eyes, countless blood streaks spread rapidly, instantly dyeing it blood red.

The Shadow Demon gasped for breath, his gaze away from Carlo's body, and instead stared at the scythe in his hand, his eyes burning with jealousy and greed, eager to swallow Carlo whole.

A smile tugged at the corner of Carlo's mouth.

After the first layer of the seal is opened, the ability of the Scythe of Jealousy to seduce the fire of jealousy becomes more and more obvious, and even the boss-level demons will be affected, but this is also related to the sinful nature of the demons.

The shadow demon could no longer resist the temptation, and with a low roar, his body began to swell, although it did not turn into a shadow again, but its body was also a little more illusory, and its thick arms were stuck in its bloated body, and the monster was like a monster dripping saliva towards Carlo.

Flames erupted from Carlo again, but this time in a different color, with a dreamy, cold, deathly pale blue.

Pale blue flame water flowed over Carlo until it reached the edge of the Scythe of Envy, the narrow and sharp scythe covered in blue flames, emitting a faint cold light, boundless dead silence.

The Shadow Demon's wisdom was not high in the first place, but now he was even more carried away by jealousy and greed, and he didn't care about what was happening in front of him, and came straight to Carlo.

Faced with the rushing shadow, Carlo raised the scythe in his hand and struck upwards with an understatement. The Scythe of Envy drew a brilliant blue trail in mid-air.

"Roar.." The Shadow Demon screamed loudly.

It didn't expect that the weapon in Carlo's hand could hurt itself without fear of physical attacks, and it didn't even bother to dodge, so its entire body was split in two diagonally by the scythe.

The two separate shadows approached each other in an attempt to reunite, and at the same time shrank back desperately.

The Shadow Demon was wounded and hurt, so it knew it was scared.

But Carlo wouldn't give it a chance to learn the lesson. The demon's wings flapped slightly, and Carlo easily caught up, the scythe in his hand kept coming, countless blue lights flashed, and the two dark red shadows were instantly cut into countless pieces.

The Shadow Demon didn't even scream, and its half-illusory body was revealed, turning into a puddle of disgusting dark red liquid and falling to the ground.

The pale blue Infernal Fire, which feeds on souls and can burn souls, is perfect for Shadow Demons, an imaginary creature that is immune to all physical attacks as well as most energy attacks.

Carlo looked at the puddle of liquid on the ground, the scythe and the infernal flame were put away, and the dark red flame came out again, spreading along the ground to the puddle of liquid. The flames jumped upwards in an instant, as if something had been added to them, and then the liquid left behind by the shadow demon quickly disappeared as fast as the naked eye could see, and when all the liquid was burned away, the flames returned to Carlo.

Carlo carefully looked at the flames in his palm, which was slightly different from before, the color of the flames became darker and seemed to be a little heavier, and at the same time, the pale red progress bar on the system panel moved forward a little, reaching sixteen percent.

Carlo couldn't help but frown, the flame power brought to him by this boss-level demon was only four percent, which was too little compared to its trickiness.

Carlo vaguely guessed that it might be that the corrosive flame characteristics obtained by the Shadow Demon were very compatible with its innate physique, which would produce such a strong effect, and that his excavation of the power of the dark flame was too superficial, and there should still be a lot of potential in the flame that had not been brought into play by himself.

Carlo thought for a moment and came back to his senses, he looked at a certain red dot on the black ring map in his mind, and muttered, "The next one should not be far from here."

The wide demon's wings spread, and Carlo's figure quickly disappeared into the raging wind and sand...

One abyssal day later, Carlo unscrewed off the head of a high-ranking archdemon, gouged out its heart and ate it, and the flames devoured its corpse, and the color seemed to be a little deeper.

Carlo glanced at the progress bar, sixteen and seven percent.

This high-level archdemon didn't inherit much power at all.

Carlo looked up at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, the time was almost up, he found a desolate and hidden place, and a silent thought fell in his heart.

The cold voice of the system sounded: "Do you choose to come to the random plane?"

Carlo was about to answer yes, when suddenly, he stopped, his eyes resting on the advent panel.

I saw that in the column of the advent plane, it was written: "Grimm plane", "Roman plane"... There was nothing wrong with these two planes, Carlo naturally knew that what really surprised him was that there was an additional option after them - the Lost Bloodline Plane.

What is this plane? Carlo saw the plane and the words "can come" lit up, but he clearly had never been to this plane.

The mind moved to the surface, and a message came out of the system.

"Terraria's obsession, carrying part of the bloodline and the power of the Dark Flame, was left in this special plane, to retrieve them and regain the brilliance of the Dark Flame. ”

Carlo instantly understood, thinking of the bright red point of light in the center of the black ring map in his mind, he gritted his teeth and spoke: "Choose to come, lose the bloodline plane... Are you sure. ”

If he didn't get this part of his power back, he would never be able to fight against that red point of light.

Once again, darkness has fallen...

In the dark attic, a richly dressed and handsome young man stood at the top of the stairs in anticipation, his face showing anxiety from time to time.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded, and a figure hurried up.

The young man's eyes lit up and he called out softly, "Ian, is that you?"

"Young Master.." The figure replied, and walked to the slightly brighter part of the attic, revealing his servant's disguise, "It's me." ”

The young man looked surprised and asked urgently, "How is it?

"Hmm.." Ian nodded heavily, took out a black pocket from behind him, opened it, and filled it with messy things: "The right ear of a black cat, the eye of a poisonous spider, the tail of a lizard... It's really hard to get this stuff.."

The servant Ian couldn't help complaining, but the young man only rummaged in his pocket, and then cried out dissatisfiedly, ". . . And what, why is there one thing that doesn't have one?"

"Oooh.." Ian suddenly realized, and hurriedly pulled out a glass vial from his bosom, which was filled with a dark red liquid. He handed over the vial with a complicated expression: "Young master, what do you want here..." The girl's menstrual blood.."

The young man cried out with joy, "It's yours, Ian, I'll reward you well when I look back." Then he patted Ian on the shoulder and urged, "Okay, you go down quickly, help me guard the staircase, don't let anyone come up.."

"Yes, Master Lawrence." Ian nodded and turned down the stairs again.

"Hey, hey.." The young man watched the servant's figure disappear, then looked at the bits and pieces on the ground, and laughed excitedly.

He grabbed his pockets and hurried up to the top of the attic.