The fortress-like tombs, covered with the cold and intricate patterns favored by the Russian aristocracy, are covered with dead vines and covered with snow.

It even has a gate to enter.

"My lord, here it is. ”

Dry bones let out a terrible cry, and on the way, it said its name - "Ivan Klimantovich".

As far as Carlo's eyes could see, the snow on the tombstone quickly melted, revealing the handwriting on it.

"Gregory Ephimech Raspukin, he will finally return from hell."

Nice epitaph, indeed, he has now crawled out of hell.

Carlo withdrew his gaze, and the door of the tomb opened with a "boom", and the wind swept the snowflakes wildly.

"Your Excellency.."

Ivan looked at Carlo with apprehension and flattery.

Carlo didn't look at him, just said lightly: "You're free... Run farther away, and beware of being broken by someone."

"Hey, hey.." Ivan once again expressed his gratitude and respect to Carlo as if he had been granted amnesty, and then walked on two long withered legs in the snow at a very fast pace.

Carlo walked into the tomb, which was a stone staircase that led straight down, and he knew that during the days of Gregory's fall in hell, his loyal subordinates had nearly hollowed out the ground beneath the cemetery to build a vast and magnificent underground labyrinth.

Walking down the stairs, through a long dark corridor, Carlo came to a slightly more spacious room, the blue-gray walls were carved with skeletons, swords, demons and other figures, looking like a dark interrogation room in the Middle Ages, and like a dilapidated temple of evil gods.

The room has four exits, each of which leads to a long stone path.

Carlo glanced around, casually walked towards an exit, suddenly, there was a slight tremor under his feet, the sound of gears turning, the stone bricks on the ground turned over, and four palm-thick black walls rose from below, steel was poured, and then sharp spikes burst out on the wall.

From the outside, it looked like a huge iron cage of thorns enclosing Carlo inside, and the cage was rapidly shrinking inside.

As the iron cage shrank, the color of one of the iron walls changed rapidly, from dull black to crimson, and a huge bulge also protruded on that wall, and finally, with a loud "bang", the entire iron cage burst open.

The blazing breath swept through the audience, sweeping away the cold air in the tomb, and the crimson molten steel flowed wantonly, falling on the walls and the ground with a snorting sound.

Carlo walked out slowly, his black robe added, without a trace of wrinkles, still noble and indifferent, like a king coming out of the magma.

The destruction of the iron cage seemed to anger the "steel beast" that was dormant underground, and it "roared", and the entire underground building began to tremble, and the sound of huge gears rolled by, and the fangs hidden in the darkness gradually loomed.

By this time Carlo had walked on one of the stone paths, only an extremely narrow one, and the iron fences on both sides had become old and sparse from the erosion of time, like jagged dogs' teeth.

On both sides of the stone road, there is a dark abyss that cannot be seen as far as the eye can see, and gears and steel cables larger than houses rumble and operate under them.

There was a muffled sound in the dead space, like a giant beast coughing lowly, and then the wind blew for no reason, and on both sides of the darkness, huge falling hammers swayed down, and hit the stone road where the lone hung in the air.

"Bang.."

The falling hammer collided with the masonry, making a roar, and the falling rocks rolled down, and the stone road collapsed.

Carlo's expression did not change in the slightest, and continued to maintain the original speed and direction.

The terrible hammer slashed behind his eyes, and the solid ground under his feet crumbled inch by inch, but he still didn't feel it.

When the whole stone path completely collapsed, Carlo had not yet walked half the way of the cliff, but he still walked steadily above the dark void, as if there were invisible stairs under his feet holding him up.

Walking to the other end of the cliff, the road became extremely narrow, only the size of one person to pass, and the top and sides of the head were the same as before, the old trick was still filled with countless cold spikes.

Carlo's footsteps never stopped, and as he walked by, the thick spikes rose like a coal-fired coal, melting and withering, leaving only the silhouette of a human figure.

After this passage, the dark and dull tone finally changed, and the orange firelight reflected the whole room, the roaring wall fire burned, and the music of the old opera lingered in the ears.

Finally met people, or can be called people.

A strange man wrapped in a black leotard and wearing a beautiful golden cuirass sat on a chair with his knees on his knees, his head swaying slightly to the music, as if intoxicated by it.

At the side of the strange man, there are nooses, guillotines, iron thorns... All kinds of cruel and dark medieval torture instruments, with fresh or dried blood stains standing on them, this scene looks extremely strange.

When Carlo walked out of the corridor, the strange man finally woke up from the music, and he slowly stood up and turned to face Carlo, as if he had known about his arrival.

"It's like a game."

Carlo sighed amusedly.

The strange man pressed his hand to the heart of his right chest, where there was a clockwork-like object, and he twisted it three times with great force, and then a "crunch" sound sounded inside him like a gear.

He stretched out his hands, and the tips of two foot-long swords protruded from the backs of his hands, shining coldly in the firelight, showing their terrifying sharpness.

Carlo smiled, walked up slowly with the same gesture and tone as an old friend, and said casually, "I'm sure you won't be guaranteed now."

The strange man moved, the whole person turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place, and the next moment suddenly appeared in front of Carlo, the tips of the swords in both hands stabbed fiercely at the temples on both sides of Carlo, like a ferocious cobra, strained his body violently, bounced, and handed out his fangs to his enemies.

Carlo raised his hand very casually, it was clear that the strange man's movements were so fast that he turned into an afterimage, his hand was clearly visible, but his white and slender five fingers took the first step to clasp the strange man's head.

"Squeak.."

There was a cacophony of teeth, and the weirdo's head was crumpled by Carlo like a shriveled orange.

The sharp tip of the sword stopped a dozen centimeters away from the door of Carlo's face, stagnated, and then fell weakly, and the strange man fell to the ground like a pile of broken machines.

Carlo withdrew his right hand, glanced faintly at the strange man on the ground, and continued forward.