The ring that Carlo created for Sauron, in addition to satisfying the evil taste in his heart, also had some deeper meanings in it.

This ring contains a part of Carlo's power, the power of a boss-level demon.

If one day Sauron can break free from the shackles of this ring, it means that his strength has reached the pinnacle of this plane.

At that time, he could almost come in handy.

The system can carry natives out of the plane to the abyss, and this feature appeared after Carlo's promotion, and it only costs a huge amount of evil points.

As Carlo's strength grows stronger little by little, the battlefield he conquers will sooner or later shift to the vast abyss.

Is this a way for him to cultivate his own power?

Compared to the Abyss Demons, the natives of the lower plane are greatly inferior in terms of potential and strength, but they have an irreplaceable advantage, that is, the demons cultivated by Carlo himself are more loyal and reliable than the original demons.

This is indeed a nice feature.

But Carlo's brows couldn't help frowning, and he gradually felt a little bit, the system that brought him to the abyss, although each time it was just a simple release of tasks, providing items and exercises to exchange, and never had any communication with him, it seemed to be faintly leading him to a set path.

The system's various item exchanges and function unlocks are carried out step by step as his strength improves, whether it is "Scythe of Envy", "Demon God Seed", "Fruit of Sin" or "Terraria's Blood Exchange" all appear when he needs it most, and the items that can be exchanged in the system mall seem to be varied, but in fact, there are not many options left for Carlo.

There are always one or two things that are far more cost-effective than the rest of the garbage, and as long as Carlo is not a fool, he will never let it go.

Carlo thought about it and found it all like someone throwing one piece of sweet cheese after another in front of him, tempting him to go the way he wanted to go.

This discovery caused a great sense of trepidation and uneasiness in Carlo's heart, for he still could not see what the end of the path he had embarked on, which was still hidden by a thick fog.

But even if Carlo realizes this, there's nothing he can do about it.

I can only go down step by step carefully, and accumulate more self-preservation power before the so-called truth is exposed...

King Uther of Great Britain, the mediocre king who had been mingling with alcohol and women for more than thirty years, relying on the shadow of his ancestors, finally died on the belly of a woman.

Great Britain, which had just been unified for a few years, was once again in turmoil, and the Saxons began to stir up, and their suppressed ambitions swelled again.

The people of the kingdom were in fear, and the nobles and ministers were gray-haired, because a very serious problem was exposed to them, the British royal family, which seemed to be extinct.

The lustful King Uther did not know how many seeds he sowed in his desolate and immoral life, but unfortunately he did not enlarge the belly of any woman, and he had no heirs until his death.

There has been speculation that their dead Majesty might be a mismatch, as people tend to be particularly keen on what they are not good at.

But this is clearly not the time to discuss the sex-abilities of the deceased king, and the selection of a new heir for the kingdom is a top priority.

The forces on all sides are ready to move, fighting openly and secretly, but there has never been a satisfactory result.

At this time, after three generations of kings, Merlin, the most noble sage in the whole of Great Britain, stood up.

"Heaven will choose its true master for Great Britain." Merlin raised his staff and proclaimed to the nation: "The revelation is on the pillar of stone, on which is the sharpest and noblest sword in the world, and whoever can pull it out will be the new king."

No one will question the words of the Great Sage, the Kingdom of Wales has been able to get to where it is now, all supported by the mysterious and great power of the Great Sage.

The Great Sage hinted that everyone had a chance to try to draw the sword, and the whole kingdom boiled.

Powerful knights came from all over the place, and a long queue formed in front of the huge stone pillars of the square, and countless people stepped forward with excitement to draw their swords, even the lame blacksmith in the countryside had to try it.

Who can say that the next king will not be a blacksmith?

The frenzy to draw the sword lasted for a month, and almost everyone tried it, but no one could get the sword out of the stone.

The sword was so strong that it looked like it grew in a stone.

Everyone returned disappointed, and the great sage said that everyone only had one chance to draw their swords.

The situation seems to have reached a stalemate, the king of Great Britain is slow to come, and riots have begun to appear on the borders of the kingdom.

The nobles and ministers were anxious, but the mysterious Great Sage remained very calm, and he repeatedly emphasized that when the king of Great Britain appeared, all rebellions would be quelled, and they would usher in a much larger territory.

Everyone could only wait patiently and wait for the "king" in the mouth of the great sage to appear.

On this day, outside the city-state of the kingdom came a splendid blonde boy, who was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a calm complexion, but there was fierceness and cruelty hidden under his eyes.

A thief with little eyes sneaked into the boy's purse, and then the boy cut off his limbs with a sword, and finally bled to death in a terrible howl.

Some discerning people can see that the young man is not easy to mess with, he has a strong smell of blood on his body, and at least a dozen lives are on his back.

As night fell, a figure dodged the patrolling soldiers and stepped on the moonlight to come to the small square where the huge stone pillars stood on it.

"I hope you don't lie to me.." The blonde boy had a cold gaze and seemed to be speaking into the air, "I have listened to what you said, killed my mother.."

The moonlight shone on the young man's handsome face, and a long shadow was drawn behind him, and the shadow suddenly and slowly wriggled like a puddle of water, constantly changing all kinds of hideous shapes on the ground.

"Huh.." A strange laugh rang out in the air, "Arthur, you shouldn't feel guilty... That poor woman has been lying in a hospital bed for so long, and you just ended her pain early.."

The young man didn't say a word, but his eyes became more and more gloomy.

The voice continued: "Actually, you should come and draw your sword during the day, when everyone will marvel and cheer for you, and welcome you to the throne."

"How do I know if you're lying to me?" the blonde boy thought deeply, "If I can pull it out now, I can pull it out tomorrow too.. Sooner or later, the flowers and the glory will be mine."

"You're right.." There was appreciation in the tone of his voice, and he urged: "Then go, go and draw the sword.. You'll be able to do it.."

The blonde boy narrowed his eyes slightly and strode towards the boulder pillar.