"It's Mr. Carlo!" said Andiel on the roof, but soon he covered his mouth, his eyes full of horror.

Alencia's eyes were fixed, she really didn't feel wrong, this Carlo was really not an ordinary person, everyone ignored him, but who was he? Which side did he belong to?..

Equally shocked were Bella and Gandorf.

Bella felt empty and distracted. How is he? He's also a totemist? Who is he?

Gandalf stayed where he was, and it wasn't until a few greedy rats had eaten his ankles that he reacted and screamed in pain.

Paiplo's coat swayed gently in the breeze, and he was as silent as a scarecrow standing in a wheat field, his mouth closed, but his shrill voice came from under his straw hat.

"Who are you?"

Pipro's voice was as flickering, shrill and sharp as his flute, and uncomfortable to listen to.

Carlo didn't answer, but the gaze that fell on Pypro was intrigued.

He was curious to see how Papro was able to manipulate so many rats, and how he was able to bless the totem spell on such a large swarm of rats.

"Don't you answer?" a hideous and treacherous smile slowly bloomed on Paiplo's porcelain face, "Then let's die?"

Under the Type 4, even the Type 3 Peak Totem Master who can temporarily rejuvenate will not be devoured in the endless sea of rats, and there will not even be any scum left.

Pipro had this confidence, because he had tried it once before, and most importantly, he didn't feel any Type 4 momentum from Carlo.

Papro picked up the piccolo again, and the sound of the flute rose infinitely upwards at the beginning, and the rats went berserk violently, and the red light in each mouse's eyes became more intense, suppressing the fear of Carlo, and trampling on the corpses of their companions and surging up in frenzy.

Gandalf was the first to suffer, and in an instant he was overwhelmed by the rats, and the beautiful unicorn became a puddle of silver in three or two strokes.

Bella also exclaimed, and fell into crisis in a blink of an eye.

Carlo chuckled, then casually removed the blood diamond from his left earlobe and threw it lightly into the mouses.

Pepro's dead fish-like eyes shrank a little, and the whites of his eyes widened, but nothing seemed to have happened, and he continued to play the piccolo.

The rats rushed wildly, and the filthy and disgusting rat mouths were about to touch the corners of Carlo's clothes, when suddenly they flew.

To be precise, a large number of rats flew up, and the surging rat tide that bustled in front of Carlo suddenly collapsed inward, and a large number of rats on the periphery were thrown into the air and fell, as if it were a disgusting weasel rain.

The next moment, the flute sound was mixed with a "buzzing" sound, which was more annoying than the sound of rats gnashing.

A dark red shadow slowly rose from the mouse, made up of countless carapace-like bugs, far more ferocious and terrifying than bloodthirsty rats, some of which had a struggling rat in their mouths, and their sharp mouthparts wriggled rapidly, eating them clean in a few clicks.

The dark red clouds slowly swirled like a ribbon to hold Carlo in a circle, and then slowly spread outward, towards the rats.

The sound of Paiplo's flute became more and more rapid and high-pitched, and his face became colder.

Playing worm sea tactics in front of him, is this person funny?

Unfortunately, soon Paipro didn't think so.

The demon seed from the abyss, the Gubanpi Demon Worm, adheres to the original sin of gluttony, is eternally hungry, and does not know the feeling of being full.

Countless demon insects and countless rats fought together, although the demon insects were at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, their carapaces were extremely hard, and the rats were difficult to bite, and the demon insects with sharp mouthparts and flying ability were easier to kill the mice.

The most important thing is that countless demon insects devoured the flesh and blood essence of the rat and transmitted it to a particularly dark demon insect in the center of the insect swarm, and this demon insect flapped its wings all the time, and each time it flapped its wings, more demon insects could be differentiated from the body.

This battle between insects and rats has been one-sided since the first moment.

The black snowball grew bigger and bigger, and the dark red insect swarm turned into a tide of insects, and then gradually turned into a sea of insects, covering the sky and the sun, swallowing the last bit of sunset and cleaning it up.

Endless blood-colored demon insects entrenched in the sky above the castle, and the entire world was darkened, and the rat sea of Paipro was overwhelmed, and their numbers were rapidly decreasing.

The surviving civilians of Fort Mint ran out of the house, and the thick insect clouds and the dim sky above them merged like a bloody apocalypse, which was nothing short of a disaster.

Civilians screamed in panic and fled like headless flies.

Andiel on the roof turned pale with fright, huddled in a corner and shivering, he couldn't believe that the polite and gentle Mr. Carlo could be the messenger of the Scourge.

Alencia couldn't help but tremble, and his heart roared: Who the hell is he? Carlo! Why have I never heard the name of this strong man in my previous life, is this the world I have ever experienced?

No, I must run away immediately!

Get out of here, out of this fort that is about to be turned into a slaughterhouse.

Alencia glanced at Andiel who was hiding in the corner, gritted her teeth in anger, and went to fuck the Heavenly Flame King, wasting more than a month of his time, and in the end he didn't get any good.

Alencia slipped off the roof, ran wildly, and disappeared into the distance...

Pipro's flute trembled, and the sound grew darker and darker, forming a tune, and finally stopped.

He had always been accustomed to bringing death and despair to others, and for the first time he deeply felt these two emotions in the face of the sea of insects and natural disasters that covered almost half of the sky of Mingtebao.

"Twitter.." The cry of the rat pulled him back, and he subconsciously lowered his head, only to see thousands of shivering rats curled up under his feet, desperately squeezing into his lap.

The number of Papro's Endless Rat Army has plummeted to this point.

Pypro's hand shook for a moment, and the piccolo couldn't hold it, and he fell to the ground with a "snap".

Carlo was still smiling, stepping on the blood all over the ground, as if he was stepping on a bloody red carpet and walked slowly towards him.

Behind him, there was an incomparably spectacular sea of insects, and the sound of demon insects flapping their wings was like rolling thunder, and the air was trembling.

"Giggle.." A dull sound rang out from the bottom of Pypro's throat, and a yellow light lit up on him, and the giant rat phantom appeared behind him once more.

He made a spell with difficulty, and the red light in the eyes of the yellow squirrel phantom lit up, and he looked up to the sky and roared, but this scene seemed so weak and small against the background of the sea of insects in the sky.

"Dead, you're going to die.." The voice of the emerald parrot sounded at the right time.

In the next moment, endless blood-colored demon insects poured down, completely drowning Papro...