Carlo's palm stroked Vivien's belly inch by inch, and he could clearly feel the life in his blood, evil and pure, and he rejoiced at seeing him, constantly transmitting longing thoughts.

"It" had been in Vivien's belly for almost a decade.

No life takes so long to conceive, and neither do demons, perhaps some of the legendary horror beings will have an extremely long gestation period, born powerful, and born extraordinary.

Carlo had the idea of peeling Vivien's belly open and welcoming the birth of his child several times, but he pressed it deeply.

Outside the black palace, dark clouds rolled violently, blazing lightning intertwined, and an angry monster seemed to be hidden in the sky.

A deep malice came from the void, and the spearhead was pointed at "it".

It was malice from the will of the world.

For some unpredictable reason, Vivien actually felt Carlo's life essence and colluded with the demon seed, and the evil and power of this unexpected life was far beyond Carlo's expectations.

Even as soon as it was formed, it was perceived by the will of the world, from the initial rejection to the undisguised malice now. Carlo can conclude that once "it" is born, it will be immediately bombarded to slag.

This plane hates "it", "it" is terrified by the chaos and evil it carries, and "it" will upset the balance of the entire plane, causing some unforeseen results.

Therefore, the birth of "it" is not allowed.

Carlo can only suppress the birth time of "it", constantly feeding "it" with fresh flesh and blood, and accumulating its power.

This has created a vicious circle of extreme proportions, in which the hostility of the will of the world has become more and more apparent, and has even manifested itself, and the moment "it" is born, those lightning bolts in the sky will not hesitate to fall.

The veins on Carlo's forehead throbbed violently, his face was hideous, his scarlet eyes glowed with blinding blood, and he roared low at the sky, and the will of the world responded to his provocation with a beating red lightning.

Carlo's palm curled slightly, and a demon bride was caught in his hand and pinched into a ball of bursting blood.

He gasped for air, the blood in his eyes slowly subsided, and his violent emotions calmed down.

It is impossible for him to suppress "it" forever, and birth is imminent.

A demon bride cautiously stepped forward and said, "Your lord, your servant asks to see you. ”

Carlo's voice was hoarse and deep, "Let him in." ”

Carlo regained his indifferent expression and slowly walked to the huge black throne in the center of the main hall, his gorgeous and wide black robe scattered on the ground. He is like a king hidden in the dark, mysterious, noble, violent, powerful, and exalted.

The heavy door of the temple opened, and a rickety figure entered, prostrate at Carlo's feet, and humbly kissed the ground.

"My noble master, your faithful servant praises you for your wickedness and strength. ”

Carlo casually played with his fingers, glanced faintly at the person below, and said, "Merlin, we haven't seen each other for almost ten years."

The kneeling man lifted the cloak above his head, revealing a sinister and cunning face, his skin smooth and his face young, but his voice was old, and his back was bowed fiercely, like that of an old man on the verge of death.

"Yes, master. Merlin had a respectful and flattering look on his face, and whispered, "Your servant misses you all the time. ”

Carlo smiled brightly, but his eyes were frighteningly cold, "Say what you mean, Merlin..."

Merlin lowered his head and said hurriedly, "By your will, all of Great Britain has been ruled by the nineteenth bloodline of the Kingdom of Wales, and their next target is the crumbling Roman Empire."

"What's the name of the new king of Wales?" said Carlo.

Merlin replied respectfully, "Uther Pendragon." ”

Callomo rubbed his smooth chin, as if thinking about something. King Uther ascended the throne, so it should not be far from Arthur's birth... However, according to the current trend, I definitely can't wait for the so-called King Arthur and the knights of the round table to conquer the Holy See in his place... The seeds can be planted first, and there may be an unexpected harvest later...

Carlo thought as he grabbed a magnificent, delicate black sword from behind the throne and threw it at Merlin, stabbing it diagonally into the ground in front of him.

"Stick this sword into the top of the boulder pillar, and when Uther's child is born, you find him, guide him, and this sword will make him a mortal enemy of light."

Merlin nodded yes, he had already prophesied about the sword to the Welsh royal family on Carlo's instructions a long time ago, and now it was time to make the prophecy come true, step by step.

He does this kind of thing a lot, and he is very good at it.

Carlo then spoke: "The Holy See is aware of our presence, and I need more warriors... Merlin, do you have any good suggestions.."

Carlo leaned forward slightly, squinted his eyes and stared at Merlin tightly, and said indifferently: "In the past ten years, you won't just do such a little thing to pretend to be a ghost, right?"

Merlin's heart trembled, and he hurriedly knelt down, cold sweat constantly flowing.

Ten years ago, when he was with the man on the throne, although he was cruel, powerful, and terrifying, he still did some bad little games, which is described in an inaccurate sentence - "humanity is not lost". (Well, human nature is the greatest irony of demons, and if such insulting words were to be known, he would definitely wail for ten days and ten nights before dying)

But now, Merlin felt like he was facing a thick and boundless shadow, behind the black curtain hidden a moody monster, and in the darkness could only be seen his scarlet eyes, as if they would be swallowed by darkness in the next moment.

“.. There was an army of outcasts, tormented by war and poverty, who dared to fight with the well-armed Roman cavalry for a piece of black bread .. They obeyed my orders and hid among the jungle and bushes, and the Romans called them 'Blues.'"

Merlin glanced up at Carlo quietly, and he looked down faintly, as if waiting for him to continue.

Merlin swallowed and continued, "The number of people is probably in. . . About 500,000 people.."

"Huh.." Carlo on the throne suddenly laughed happily, and he stood up from the throne, his broad back blending with the darkness behind him.

Carlo walked slowly down the steps, came to Merlin, reached out and pressed it on top of Merlin's head, and said softly, "Well done, my dear little Merlin."

"Raise your head.."

Merlin slowly raised his head, with uncontrollable horror in his eyes, and did not dare to look directly into Carlo's eyes.

"You've grown up.." Carlo sighed softly, "You are no longer the child who turned into a rabbit and ran around, you are my strong arm... Little Merlin, you deserve a reward."

A surging force poured down from the top of Merlin's head, Merlin's pupils contracted sharply, and a sharp pain came, and he couldn't help but let out a suppressed roar from the bottom of his throat.