The pillar of light cast by the blood moon only lasted for a short moment before disappearing, and many demons almost thought it was a dream.

The huge abyssal black dragon was half-soaked in the molten iron lake, and a large amount of magma overflowed, looking like it was soaking in a hot spring.

Just when the demons didn't know what to do next, the black dragon suddenly opened its mouth wide, and the black hole that had swallowed everything reappeared, only this time there was no suction, and a strong and rugged figure squeezed out of it extremely brutally.

In his left hand, he held a brutal and hideous strange-shaped bone sword covered with dense bone spurs, and in his right hand he carried a huge black stone, and the wide bat wings flapped wantonly, setting off a hurricane that blew the rubble on the ground in all directions.

"Boom", Carlo fell heavily to the ground, and casually threw the black stone on the ground.

The demons all looked pale and subconsciously landed on the stone in front of Carlo, not knowing who it was, and the first one shouted excitedly and incredulously: "It's the Calamity Coins, so many Calamity Coins.."

That's right, Carlo dug up a big chunk of the Plague Coin palace in Perthmia.

Suddenly, there was a cry of surprise, and the demons had a faint look of horror on their faces, and they all retreated.

I only heard the sound of huge water, and it turned out that the black dragon soaked in the molten iron lake regained consciousness, flapped its wings, and staggered to its feet.

A huge black curtain rose, shadows covered the scorching sun in the sky, the black dragon raised its head and roared, letting out a thunderous roar, and a large amount of hot magma fell from it, like crimson blood, and the power was terrifying.

Carlo didn't care, a cruel smile appeared on his face, he flew up suddenly, stretched out his right hand, and the surging black flames surged out, and the rolling magma in the molten iron lake was sucked up, and the flames turned into fire snakes and swept up quickly, and after a little roll, the red magma fell, and the black liquid was suspended in the air.

Carlo almost stirred up half of the molten iron lake around him, the magma was surging, the rolling heat wave was surging, and a large amount of black molten steel was constantly purified, Carlo kept his hands, and the invisible force controlled everything.

The black black molten steel was kneaded into the shape of one lock after another, and with a wave of Carlo's shocking arm, a black steel chain that was more than ten meters thick and unknown how many lengths broke free from the flames like a black python, exuding heat, red and shiny, and suddenly rolled up the neck of the black dragon, passing through its mouth, the sharp dragon teeth were stuck, and the dragon's saliva was dripping down, forming a rough and brutal lasso.

The black dragon reluctantly raised his head, and the chains rattled.

Carlo slammed the chains and sneered, and the bat's wings flew up its back with a shock, and he roared, "If you dare to bite the chains off, then die."

The black dragon roared unwillingly, and in the end, he still had no choice but to hang his proud head.

Riding on the back of a dragon, Carlo was as proud as he was, holding a dragon bone sword in his right hand and a chain in his left hand, like a proud king.

It's a pity that his current body is still a little small compared to the black dragon, and he can't show his supreme might, and he still needs someone to build a black throne in the future, which is carried by the black dragon.

Just like that man, Carlo couldn't help but see an incomparably mysterious and noble figure in front of his eyes.

He shook his head, removed the figure from his mind, and showed a hideous and fierce smile, raised his dragon bone greatsword, and couldn't help but raise his head and roar.

The black dragon roared unwillingly beneath him, and all the demons shouted wildly.

"Lord Carlo! Lord Carlo.."

The cheers of boiling water echoed in his ears, the molten iron lake was surging with waves, and he could see almost half of the expanse of Pazunia here, and Carlo's eyes flickered with ferocity, and he remembered the man, and whispered in his heart: "One day, my throne will be on par with you."

...

A black dragon crisis has brought Carlo's power to an unprecedented peak in the entire Iron Fortress territory.

The black dragon that obscured the sky and the sun, blocking the brilliance of the sun, and that powerful figure, riding the black dragon under the crotch, this scene was deeply impressed in the minds of all demons, and it would not fade in the next hundred or thousand years.

They followed an incomparably powerful lord, and they couldn't do that as the former Baal ruler who could only eat.

For Carlo, the black dragon is simply a chance for him, a treasure trove of immeasurable value, a powerful servant thug, and only a part of his labor and demons have been lost.

In the abyss, life is the least valuable, as long as there is strength, there are disaster coins, and there are demon warriors who do not have brains but only muscles and are willing to die for you.

It's a big lucrative deal.

He still remembered taking O'Worth into the Black Dragon Space, and the skeletal old bastard's overjoyed expression when he came out, as well as Perthmia's scolding all the way.

Owers, who has converted the Lich's bloodline and has a near-infinite life, has devoted all his time and energy to the study of the ancient Iron Fortress and the knowledge of the Lich's legacy.

It turns out that Carlo's choice is not wrong at all, professional things need professional talents to do.

The results of Ovos in just a few days are much greater than that of the half-baked guy who is not even a half-ass.

Carlo couldn't help but ask when Oworth would be able to regain the glory of the ancient steel fortress at this pace, and the latter just rolled his eyes at him with the black hole and let out a sneer.

"That's it, hehe, it's early... It's not enough to fix this pile of.."

Carlo then knew what a big hole he had taken over, no wonder the greedy old bastard of the Ronel had such a precious treasure that he was willing to keep in his hands and not sell it, it turned out that this thing was a chicken rib at all, and the prospect was good, but the road to the good was a bottomless ravine, and all of them needed to be filled with disaster coins one by one.

Carlo couldn't help but feel a pain when he thought of the almost half-demolished Calamity Coin Palace and the half-searched Black Dragon Treasury.

Bearing the original sin of greed, he is now also beginning to care a little about wealth, and is on the road to Scrooge.

But thinking of Perthmia, who was so distressed that he was trembling all the time, his mood improved a little bit.

A large number of calamity coins were scattered, and the strong archdemons, boss demons, and ant-like diligent half-beast demons continued to be transported to the territory of the Iron Fortress through the ship of chaos.

A steady stream of black steel is being produced, far ahead of the previous one.

On this day, Carlo was suspended above the steel fortress, and the black dragon Perthmia was lazily lying in the molten iron lake, weak, and the pain of the treasure house being emptied a little bit made it almost numb, it simply couldn't see or be bothered, and took a nap all day, opening its eyelids from time to time, and swallowing a few demons that didn't have long eyes to slip to its mouth, passing the boring time.

Perthmia is entrenched next to a steel fortress like a loyal watchdog.

Carlo narrowed his eyes and saw a blood moon slowly rising through the fiery red sky of Pazunia.

If the timing is right, the woman should be coming.

Suddenly, a commotion came from below, and Carlo looked into the distance, only to see an army of human lions appear in the distant sky.

Here it comes.

Carlo stretched out his blood-red tongue and licked his lips lightly, a sinister smile involuntarily appeared on his face, and slowly greeted him in that direction.