Perthmia, who used the secret method to live again, lost its huge body that was as tall as a mountain, and actually looked a little cute, flapping its wings and flying on Carlo's shoulder, looking like a pet.

"That woman Flagg is still alive, and she will definitely come back, haunting you to the death, and causing you endless trouble.."

Perthmia's milky voice was milky, but old-fashioned, chattering in Carlo's ear.

Carlo didn't bother at all, and sped towards the source of the molten iron lake.

"So what, when she recovers, it's easier for me to pinch her to death than it is to pinch a bed bug."

"Don't you understand.." Perthmia's face was a little solemn, "From the beginning, you didn't have to face Flagg, but the people behind Flagg."

Carlo turned his head to look at Perthmia, his gaze cold and strange, he knew who Perthmia was talking about.

Perthmia couldn't help but shudder, but still stubbornly continued: "A being like that is high above, once we stand on the opposite side of them, whether we choose to obey or resist, there will only be destruction.."

Carlo's eyes narrowed, and he sneered, "You mean, if I win the flagg, do I still have to wash my neck and send my head up on my own initiative?"

"Uh.."

"Bang!"

Perthmia's round body flew out like a ball, tumbling in mid-air, embarrassed.

After a long time, he stabilized his body and staggered back, shouting at Carlo angrily: "You don't know how terrible the demon lord is, especially the demon prince who can slave the lord."

Perthmia seemed to remember something, her eyes showed a look of panic and fear, and her small body trembled violently.

Then he heard a cold snort of disdain, and when he looked up again, he could no longer see Carlo.

...

Carlo stepped on the hard black steel, and one by one the battle lizards that swarmed at him turned into fireballs and ashes, and fell, swept up in the lava of the molten iron lake, and there was no trace of what it once was.

Soon the remnants of Flagg stationed in the Black Steel Palace were completely dead, and at the end of the road leading to the main hall, dozens of arching demons looked at Carlo slowly with strange expressions.

Carlo approached with a smile, and all the arching demons consciously parted ways, watching him step by step ascend to the throne of black steel above the main hall.

"You guys.." Carlo sat down presumptuously, casually bowed his head, and looked down condescendingly: "Are you greeting my arrival?"

There was a deathly silence in the hall, and after a while, a hoarse and ugly voice sounded: "Don't forget what you promised."

Carlo was stunned for a moment, his face showing surprise and confusion, "What did I promise?"

"Boy.."

With a loud shout, some impulsive demon couldn't help but take a step forward, and the furious momentum erupted like a volcano.

"Idiot.."

A cold light flashed in Carlo's eyes, and he muttered to himself inaudibly, and his right palm suddenly poked out, and a strange green light ignited in the void, winding and condensing into six hideous chains, firmly locking the ruling demon.

The six fingers parted, the chains tightened, torn apart, the strong body suddenly split apart, the foul blood splattered out, the corpses flew up, and before they fell, they were swallowed up by the rising green fire, spitting out bits of charred ash and falling.

Several of the Archarching Demons who were about to move immediately stopped.

All the demons looked at Carlo with horror and fear in their eyes.

Carlo withdrew his right hand and his gaze fell on his six fingers, which had changed dramatically, as if admiring a delicate and peerless work of art.

He said softly: "Of course I won't forget what I said.."

The killing intent on Carlo's face suddenly subsided like a tide, and instead he smiled brightly and sincerely, "But, you have to give me a little more time to count the loot..."

"What a beautiful place.." Carlo looked around the Black Steel Palace and whispered, "Guess what good things Flagg has hidden here?"

No one spoke again, and all the demons looked at each other, as if they had reached some kind of consensus, and with mockery, sneer, and resentment, they exited the hall one by one, and disappeared completely in an instant.

Carlo watched all this coldly, and the Black Steel Hall became empty and cold again, and he was alone on the throne, his body hidden in the darkness, and the ghostly light that flickered between the opening and closing of his eyes was like two burning ghost fires.

"I thought about it.." A spherical object stumbled into the main hall and shouted, "Go find Zephnaia, the Lord of the Dark will want us to take refuge, and we still have a chance."

A powerful force erupted, and Perthemia, who had managed to catch up, was once again ejected like a ball into the hall, and then the heavy black steel door slowly closed, closing the figure and the dead silence.

"Damn, what do you mean by that?!"

Perthmia shouted angrily, slamming her thin and clumsy body against the door, "Carlos, you bastard, have you squeezed Lao Tzu dry and now turn your face and don't recognize anyone? I'm helping you, I don't want to die with you."

The curse rang out for a long time, and finally turned into a lamentation of grief and indignation, "Hell, how can Lord Perthmia be deceived again and again by you cunning and shameless fellow... I shouldn't have touched those black steels in the first place, I didn't want to die.."

...

The fire in the darkness trembled, and the sound of inhalation sounded in the empty hall, which was so long that it seemed like someone was trying to suck everything in this space into their lungs.

The Black Steel Throne beneath him melted silently into molten iron and fell to the ground, and Carlo slowly stood up, his face cold and murderous intent.

He gritted his teeth and viciously uttered the name word by word: "Demogorgan."

There seemed to be a faint terrifying roar in the void, and Carlo snorted coldly, then exhaled a long breath.

A faint glow lit up in his hands, and a semi-illusory platform slowly emerged, outlining strange and intricate patterns on the platform, twisted and disgusting, like strange and ugly eyeballs wriggling, arousing the deepest desires in everyone's hearts.

Mammon's Altar of Greed.

Carlo remembered this, he planned to make a deal, block all the transactions at once, and since Flagg had the Demon Prince behind him, then he would have found the Demon Monarch.

Hehe, he's just a loser.

Seek refuge in the loser, and sooner or later you will also fail.

The broken altar floated slightly in front of Carlo, and in Carlo's hand appeared a crystal ball glowing with white light, and inside was a crying soul of pain, some poor greedy old demon.

Carlo brought the crystal ball close to his mouth and said in a low voice, "Bonnell, it's time to play your remaining value..." Huh.."

The crystal ball fell lightly on the altar, bursting, and a twisted soul broke free, and before it could escape, it was sucked in by the strange light emitted from the altar.

The altar finally changed slightly, and the patterns on it lit up one after the other, about a tenth of the lighter, and then Carlo heard a strange and eerie laugh ringing in his ears.

"Snort.."