Beret's subordinates, the three great demons of different forms, all have high-level strength.

The only female demon, Caluth, swam to Carlo's side like a snake, her crimson tongue licking back and forth on Carlo's face.

"Medium-level strength, can easily kill Gates, what a strong and delicious body.."

Carlo grabbed her by the neck roughly, his cold eyes fixed on Cajas.

"Stay away from me, and don't let you die. ”

Kajus didn't care at all, but chuckled, "I wasn't so easy for you to kill, young demon."

"Alright, you guys have some more affection, Lord Beret needs to rest. Beret was very pleased with the "harmony" of the people, yawned and walked deeper into the cave.

Carlo glanced coldly at a few of them, and walked to the lava and sat down, which was Gates' territory and was now occupied by him.

With his eyes closed, Carlo could vaguely hear Neumos whispering something to the three demons like a mouse.

He must have told the three of them about his real name to Beret, and there were several mocking laughs, facing his own direction.

Unaware, Carlo perfectly disguises himself as a newborn demon who has just lost his real name, and is irritable and aloof.

Hmph, Carlo sneered in his heart, he would make Beret pay.

Carlo had been in the cave for less than half a day when the figure of Beret reappeared before his eyes.

"Are you ready, everyone?" said Berret's smile grim, with a hint of anticipation and excitement on his face, "I can't wait." ”

The four of them looked respectful, and Carlo followed suit, and then Beret came out of the cave first, and everyone followed.

The huge vine leaves of the bloodthirsty vine closed behind him, and Carlo looked up at the sky, where the fifth blood moon was slowly setting.

There were still three days to go, and Carlo thought silently to himself.

Led by Berret, everyone quickly approached the direction of the Bloody Fortress, and the building was finally fully displayed in front of Carlo.

The Bloody Fortress looked like a hideous head, and the entrance was the mouth, and two high-ranking archdemons were lying lazily napping at the city gate.

Carlo's gaze froze slightly as he swept over them, they were all dressed in uniform armor and covered in bone spurs, exactly like the hunting party that had come down from the dragon that day.

"That's Lord Anlothor's personal soldier. Nemos let out a strange cry in his ear, "I'm surprised that you were able to escape their pursuit." ”

"What do you mean?" said Carlo frowned.

Nemos slowed his pace slightly, pulling a little distance away from the men in front of him.

"This is the fortress in charge of Lord Anlother, he has an obligation to participate in the bloody battle, he needs cannon fodder." Nemos's empty eyes swept over Carlo, "An inferior demon like you, born from the Demon Sea, is the best cannon fodder..."

Carlo quickly figured out what that meant.

In the abyss, those born from the Demon Sea will be called Inferior Demons, because they do not have the orthodox Demon Bloodline, and even if they awaken the day after tomorrow, they are often extremely mixed.

The Inferior Demons are the lowest race in the Abyss, despised by a variety of powerful Primordial Demons, who usually have only a few fates: cannon fodder, slaves, goods, and food.

The Demon Lord in charge of the bloody battle of one side prefers to use the Inferior Demon Warrior the most, because he does not have to pay the price of a calamity coin for it, he only needs to spend some time to go to the Demon Sea every once in a while to catch a batch. Bad demons are a necessary consumable for bloody battles, the cornerstone of flesh and bones for stepping feet, and the abandoned children who are randomly dropped in the hands of big people.

But the bad demons are not without a chance to get ahead, if they can survive the bloody battles again and again, and awaken the powerful bloodline talent, they will naturally be appreciated by the high-level demons, but this probability is too small and too small, and there will be one or two lucky ones among the millions of bad demons.

At the end, Nemos said secretly: "It is said that Lord Beret was also born of an inferior demon. He's been through more than five bloody battles, which is amazing."

Nemos's tone was respectful, sarcastic, and a hint of a pathetic sense of superiority full of resentment.

Carlo felt that Beret seemed to turn his head slightly, and Nemos beside him disappeared in an instant.

The three of them had been separated from Beret since they entered the Bloody Fortress, and they seemed to have been discussed with each other for a long time, following some kind of tacit understanding.

"We need to buy some necessary supplies." Berette's words seemed to be addressed to Carlo, but his eyes seemed to drift over Nemos.

Nemos, who had just shown a little disrespect to Beret behind his back, was terrified and met him flatteringly.

"Dear Lord Beret, after this bloody battle, you should be able to be promoted to a mid-level leader, it's really an enviable and powerful talent."

Beret laughed, and casually fished out a clump of Guban cysts from Nemos's body and played with them in his hand, treating them gently like his own pets.

"You'll have that day, my dear little worm."

Beret shoved the bug back into Nemos's body and gently patted him on the shoulder, and Nemos smiled ugly.

The bloody fortress is full of walking demons, all strange and strange. Some have four sharp horns on their heads, and their fangs protrude but no eyes, some have thin bodies like hemp stalks, and their backbones are slender, but their heads are very large, and some have the heads of lions, horses, and cows' hooves, which are completely a combination of all kinds of wild beasts.

Most demons are very ugly and disgusting, but it may also be that Carlo still retains his aesthetic as a human and does not know how to appreciate it.

Beret led Carlo and Nemos around the corner to a dimly lit shop, where a dwarf-like demon greeted them enthusiastically.

"Lord Beret..."

This demon only has the strength of a low-level great demon, but the eyes that look at Nemos and Carlo are full of disdain, and they only flatter Beret alone.

"I'm going to buy something from Ebolus.."

"Lord Ebolus is not here, and I can do the same for you."

"Fuck off. Beret casually kicked the little devil aside and strode in.

Turning to the back hall of the shop, Carlo saw a small mountain of meat, emitting a foul smell all over his body, as if countless decomposing corpses were piled up.

Beret walked straight to Roshan.

"Ebolus, my dear friend, don't you get up and welcome an old friend?"

The mountain of Roshan squirmed and let out a big fart, and the whole room was filled with a foul smell, like the smell of rotting dead rats being boiled into soup, which made people sick.

"I can't stand it anymore.." Nemos dropped a sentence in disgust, and sprang out as a swarm of insects.

A soft, slow voice rang in Carlo's ear: "Oh, it's Beret. Why haven't you died in the bloody battle?"

Beret didn't care at all, he smiled, picked up a small snuffbox from Roshan, put it on his nose and took a puff, with an intoxicated look on his face.

"Damn Berette, put it down.. You bloodsucker, stink maggot... Why don't you let the guillotine chop you into pate.."

Roshan screamed in frustration, his fat trembling all over, as if what Beret was holding in his hand was very important to him.

"You can try it too. Beret handed the snuffbox to Carlo and smiled, "You're going to get hooked on the taste." ”

Carlo looked at the small old jug in front of him, and through the spout he could see the gray mist swirling inside, and countless painful wails came from it, which was the cry of the undead.

It's a snuffbox full of soul.