The torches that were held high were extinguished after crossing the hills.

In the distance, the sky will not be bright, and the sun will not rise.

Screams, screams, and cries mingled, and the people, who had been full of hope and longing, rushed back in a hurry, with terrified expressions on their faces, as if they had seen the most terrible thing in the world.

In the next moment, countless black, ugly, and ferocious monsters poured out from all directions like a tide, surrounding the Blue Legion.

Everyone fled like headless flies, and then one by one the monsters chased them, killed or captured.

The woman stared blankly at everything in front of her, suddenly came back to her senses, jumped off the stone, pulled her brother's arm, and anxiously urged: "Brother, go quickly.."

The man didn't seem to notice, his gaze kept on a certain place, and there was a look of disbelief on his face.

"What are you looking at?.."

The woman followed his gaze and saw the figure who had guided everyone here, with a heart as generous as the earth, the Great Sage. He was slowly bowing down, humbly kneeling in mid-air.

A huge shadow loomed over him.

The woman subconsciously raised her head, her pupils contracted suddenly, and she saw two dragon wings that covered the sky and the sun, a huge and hideous body, so... Déjà vu.

"Greetings to my master." The Great Sage's voice came out of his mouth with respect.

The terrifying demon dragon fell, and the dragon's wings flapped and set off a violent air current, blowing the woman from opening her eyes, and the flying stones hit her body, causing a slight pain.

The smoke cleared, and the dragon prostrate, carrying a gorgeous and hideous obsidian throne between its wings, walked down alone.

Black robes, long dark blonde hair, handsome faces like carvings, and eyes full of evil, coldness, and cruelty.

It's that.. The woman's brain went blank, and her brother collapsed to the ground.

Carlo walked straight up to the woman and couldn't help but laugh when he saw an "old friend" who made him happy.

"Hey, beautiful Gwen, we're meeting again.."

Carlo stretched out his fingers and gently picked up Gwen's chin and looked at it carefully: "You seem to be a little older..." But it's still so beautiful.."

"By the way, this is Matthew.." Carlo's gaze fell on the limp man at his feet, and then a regretful expression appeared on his face: "I remember I used to say that when I see you again, your annoying brother won't be there.."

"Bang", Matthew's head burst open like a watermelon, and Gwen was so close to him that his body was splattered with red and white blood.

"Look.." Carlo laughed, reaching out to wipe a trace of blood from Gwen's face, "I'm feeling better now."

Gwen blinked, then screamed wildly...

...

"This is the first batch .." Merlin bowed down and stood beside Carlo and whispered back, "The number of people is about 30,000, and I will bring the rest of the people in one after another."

Carlo stood at the very top of the Black Throne, looking down at the scene beneath his feet.

The people who Merlin lured in are now being escorted by the demons, one by one into the three "eyes" of the Dark Tree.

Those were the three Dark Sources that Carlo had exchanged later, which greatly increased the speed at which the demon army was formed.

So far, there are nearly 70,000 demons under Carlo's command, including thousands of dark elf knights, more than 10,000 dwarf warriors, more than 20,000 "greedy ones", and the rest are all half-orcs, half-dwarves, half-elves and other mixed breeds.

If Merlin's 500,000 "Blue Army" can be successfully transformed, the number of demons may reach 100,000, and this scale can already sweep any kingdom on the continent.

After all, the combat power of every demon clan is much higher than that of ordinary human soldiers.

"Go ahead and bring more people back.." Carlo glanced faintly at Merlin.

Merlin nodded, bowed down, and walked out of the Doomsday Mountains, he was a great sage of great virtue, and here were the dreams he had woven with his own hands, waiting for the wandering lambs to plant in.

Carlo summoned Serdan, and after eating a fruit of sin, he accidentally broke through to the middle level of the legend, and the dark aura on his body became thicker and thicker.

"Your Excellency. Serdan knelt down on one knee in front of Carlo.

Carlo looked at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly, "Sedan, remember every word I say."

...

Carlo walked into his black palace, and a woman's frightened voice came from inside: "Don't come." And the demon bride's coquettish smile.

Carlo pushed open the door, and there was a blonde beauty covered in red fruit lying on the large bed in the room, and more than a dozen equally delicate women surrounded her, sharp teeth biting at the blood marks of the debut on her skin.

Gwen screamed and struggled in terror, and when she saw Carlo enter, the demon brides immediately dispersed and respectfully retreated.

Gwen, covered in bruises, collapsed on the bed, hurriedly pulling the blanket around her to cover her exposed body.

"Poor Gwen." Carlo walked up and gently hugged Gwen's body, his eyes distressed: "Actually, you don't have to be afraid, they just seem to turn you into..." Well, like them.. Beautiful, strong, and forever young.."

"Monsters, are they?" Gwen struggled to get up from Carlo's arms, but was too weak to strength.

"No, no, no.." Carlo explained, "It's just a matter of changing the taste of your diet, and the teeth are growing a little bit."

Carlo's fingers ran tenderly over Gwen's wounds, and the mottled wounds visibly healed.

Gwen lay in Carlo's arms, staring at his side face, fear, nervousness, despair, and countless complex emotions inexplicably brewed a trace of love.

Carlo grasped the hint of love accurately, his face full of sincerity and frankness, and his eyes blazing.

"Gwen, you know, I've always liked you... If you don't want to, you don't have to be like them."

Gwen stared at Carlo's pale red eyes, beautiful, and as deep as night, and she was unconsciously immersed in them.

She seemed to have forgotten the monstrous dragon, the man-eating monsters, and her brother's bursting head...

Like a sweet dream, Gwen's body heats up, and surging lust envelops her.

She took the initiative to send her lips and kissed Carlo passionately, entangled tightly.

"Can you let me go?..."

"Of course, Gwen. I'll go with you.."

"Where are we going .."

"Soon you'll find out.."

A low murmur sounded in the room, like a whisper between lovers, and soon turned into a violent storm, echoing fiercely...

Constantine, the center of the Roman Empire, the center of the Holy See.

Peter took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, his back was already wet.

"If you're not feeling well.." The Pope's crown, dressed in a white robe with gold rim, glanced at him faintly, "I can bless you with a healing technique." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. Peter hurriedly bowed down, "I'm fine." ”