Carlo approached the sleeping demon, he could clearly feel a strange aura that instantly penetrated into the depths of his flesh and soul, it was a feeling of extreme depression, depression, resentment, and fear, and a sense of sleepiness rose in his heart, as if a voice was bewitching him: fall into a deep sleep...

Carlo snorted, all negative feelings disappeared, and the next moment, a leader demon lying in front of him showed a hideous and painful look on his face, which suddenly exploded into a blood mist in the sky, and then gathered into a scarlet figure, slowly kneeling.

"Your Excellency.."

Paige the Clown still had an innocent and cruel smile on his face, but with more heartfelt respect in front of Carlo.

Carlo nodded slightly, it was already a great thing to be able to influence him, it seemed that Adam was right, Paige the Clown had indeed improved a lot.

"Roar.."

Suddenly, a roar of suppressed fury reached Carlo's ears, and he looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a crimson figure churning in the hot magma lake, with red flames burning on his body, and the object of his entanglement was a "giant python" more than ten times his size.

It was the tail of the black dragon Perthmia, who was now playing like a bored play, the former Baron of Hell, the Red King.

When Carlo saw this, a playful smile appeared on his face.

"You are too gentle, Perthmia.."

The blazing magma in the molten iron lake set off a monstrous wave under Carlo's control, like a pot of completely boiling red water, like a terrifying wave, instantly engulfing the Red King entirely.

“.. He's the son of the princes of hell, and he's not so easy to be killed."

Carlo sensed that the Red King's breath of life showed no signs of decay in the molten iron lake, but was burning more and more like a fire with hot oil, and it was only a matter of time before he rushed out of the lake.

Perthmia had long noticed Carlo's arrival, and bowed his proud head respectfully, and Carlo flapped his wings lightly and landed between the horns above his head, like a king sitting back on his throne.

Carlo's face suddenly gloomy, looking directly into Perthmia's golden dragon eyes, and said in a low voice: "You are wounded, my servant."

Perthmia stretched out her black-purple forked dragon tongue, licked her lips, and replied darkly, "It's just an unlucky guy who doesn't have long eyes... I tried to sneak down from the molten iron lake while I was napping, but it just went into my mouth, haha... It's a pity that it doesn't taste very good.."

Carlo narrowed his eyes: "What strength?"

"I've just been promoted to a commander for less than a thousand years."

Perthmia smacked her lips.

"Huh.."

Carlo snorted and sneered twice, the killing intent in his eyes was boiling and surging like the endless tumbling magma under his feet, but his tone was extremely cold.

"Perthmia, as I said, will give you double the treasure."

Perthmia jerked her head up, her golden eyes full of joy and greed.

"No, we've negotiated ten times as much!"

Carlo didn't care, and tugged at the flesh on the side of his mouth: "That's ten times better.."

Perthmia suddenly looked startled and whispered, "What do you want to do?!"

"What do I want to do?" Carlo repeated to himself, as if asking himself, but soon chuckled again, and at last the laughter was as loud as thunder in the sky, and all the demons around him covered their ears and wailed in pain.

He stretched out his giant palm, grabbed the thick chain that Perthmia was clinging to, and pulled it upwards violently.

Perthmia let out a low roar of pain, and the huge mountain-like dragon body slowly rose from the molten iron lake, countless blazing red magma left along the scale armor, splashing countless sparks.

"Up!"

Carlo let out a long roar, his hideous body stretched out in all directions, and then strode onto the dragon's spine in Perthmia, stretched out his right hand, and a terrifying dark green long blade grew inch by inch from his palm...

"Roar.."

Perthmia raised her head and roared, the dragon's wings flapped, and the furious momentum shattered the blood-red fiery clouds in the sky, setting off terrifying currents in a radius of hundreds of miles, and all the demons fell to the ground, trembling with coercion.

Carlo rode on Perthmia's back, grasping the chains in one hand and holding the blade of jealousy aloft in the other, like a terrifying tyrant.

"Adam!

Two figures flew up to Carlo one after the other, kneeling at his feet.

"Your Excellency!"

Adam seemed to have a premonition of something, his eyes were crimson, and they were filled with crazy bloodthirsty killing intent, and even his body trembled slightly from overexcitement.

Song Valve was still silent, but the violent bone blades on his body made him look like a fierce knife about to be unsheathed.

"Gather me all the demons and above."

Carlo looked into the distance, his slender forked tongue gently licking through the bare toothy gums, and said word by word, "It's time to do something."

"Yes!"

Adam responded excitedly, got up and let out a long and sharp roar, and countless figures suddenly flew out of the huge steel fortress and around the molten iron lake, they trembled, excited, and crazy... They are the best machines to kill, and blood and death are their destinations.

"May I tear everything apart for my lordship!"

Adam suddenly shouted, and all the demon warriors shouted in unison with their hisses, whether dull or shrill or low or not at all intonation, "May I tear everything apart for my lord."

Countless demons shouted frantically, huge dragon wings covered the fiery red sky, and everything in the Iron Fortress was filled with boiling killing intent and crazy thoughts.

Carlo was at the top of it all, his eyes closed, and a calm and intoxicated look on his face.

He loved it all, he enjoyed it all, and he was born a tyrant who sowed chaos and death.

When Carlo opened his eyes, his dark golden eyes were completely covered with blood, and he whispered, "Let's go, Perthmia."

The black dragon shook his body and bowed his head slightly, and let out a low roar from his mouth: "Where are you going?"

Carlo looked in one direction, a cruel and ferocious smile on his face, "East." ”

"Okay.."

Perthmia responded with a long run, then flapped its wings, and its incomparably large body pressed the molten iron lake into a huge pit, the magma raging, and the air resounded with a continuous muffled thunder, which was emitted by the great force crushing the void.

A terrifying dark cloud rose from the steel fortress and slowly moved towards the sawtooth mountain to the east, and behind this dark cloud were countless bloodthirsty and crazy demons, under the leadership of Adam, forming a chaotic and dense formation, following the dark clouds, following the kings above the dark clouds, rushing quickly...

When the steel fortress regained its calm, a ripple suddenly rippled in a void, and a pair of gray eyes were revealed, in which a flash of shock and nervousness flashed, and then quickly disappeared...