An incomparably huge space, almost the entire aperture was hollowed out, and the top was filled with white light, and thin snow fell from the dome one after another, falling on those stone pillars, sculptures, coffins... On top of an altar-like building.

And Carlo finally met the owner of the tomb, Gregory, a rugged-looking bald bearded man dressed in a black gilded classical robe, rude and elegant, both paradoxically and harmoniously present in his body.

Gregory sat at the top of the altar, on a strangely shaped gray stone throne, with a black idol on his back, the right hand of the idol holding a key, and golden wings on his back, and the stars and light shrouded it, which should be a sacred and solemn image, but it gave people a strange and evil meaning.

"I watched. and behold an angel, and in his right hand is the key to Endless Purgatory."

Grigory slowly rose to his feet and looked at Carlo, his deep voice echoing through the empty cavern.

"Cold winter nights, uninvited villains... I'm not waiting for you, Demon."

A smile welled up on Carlo's face, and he walked towards Gregory.

Gregory's face became gloomy, and he said coldly: "Tell me where you came from, and what you mean."

"You've guessed that, haven't you?" Carlo's gaze wandered casually around the field, and finally landed on a strange stone tablet with strange eyes, devilish characters, and inexplicable symbols.

Then he looked at Gregory with great righteousness, and his voice suddenly became high-pitched, "Gregory, your evil and cruel life has come to an end, and I have come with the beauty and peace of this world on my shoulders, and I will knock you back to hell..."

There was a deathly silence, only the sound of wind and snow whirring by.

Gregory and his mistress had a strange look on their faces.

Carlo sighed and said helplessly, "Why, isn't this joke funny at all?"

"Haha.. I can guess now that you didn't kill Carl and Samoel.." Grigory laughed, "Because you are a demon wandering beyond the abyss, admiring the greatness of the King of Hell, but struggling to find the door to your allegiance."

"You've come to the right place, friend. You're welcome to join us, we are lacking your strength."

The gloom on Gregory's face was swept away, and he became enthusiastic, making a welcoming gesture to Carlo.

Carlo shook his head, but did not answer, as if acquiescing, he walked up to the stone slab, gently rubbed every line on it, and said in a low voice, "Is this the gate of hell?

"There are countless gates to hell, but there is only one key.." Gregory slowly walked down from the altar and seemed to really see Carlo as an ally from afar, explaining: "The most important thing is the son of Satan, who has the key to open the door... It's a pity that the most ferocious dragon has eaten too much human dog food, and now it has faded into a guard dog."

Suddenly, there was a crisp "click".

Gregory's gushing voice blocked his throat and stopped suddenly.

The sound came from the stone slab, and he could see that several fine cracks suddenly appeared in the place where Carlo's men held the gates of hell.

Before he could react, the sound of "click" was endless, and there were more and more cracks, and soon it was like a spider's web all over the slate, and then it "boomed" and completely collapsed.

"What are you doing?!" Grigory cried out in disbelief.

Carlo turned his head to look at him and said with an innocent expression, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this thing to be so brittle... Didn't you say that there are many gates of hell, though?"

"But in hundreds of years, my men have only found this one..." Grigory roared angrily, "Look what you've done, idiot?!"

Carlo's face suddenly became gloomy, staring at Gregory, and said coldly: "I hate that others are rude the most... Especially after I said I'm sorry.."

"You.." Grigory was startled and subconsciously took a few steps back.

But the next moment, Carlo's figure had disappeared in place, and suddenly appeared in front of him, less than a foot away from him.

"You're not here to surrender." Gregory's face changed dramatically.

"Please.." Carlo sighed helplessly: "How can an elephant surrender to a mouse, obviously I look.."

"So much better than you.."

As Carlo spat out the last word, an incomparably violent, evil, and violent aura erupted from his body, as if unleashing an extremely brutal ancient beast, and the shadows instantly filled the entire cave, and the falling snowflakes and the snow on the ground flew violently, and were swept away far away.

If Gregory's evil is a puddle of water, then Carlo is a great river that washes it to pieces in an instant.

Gregory's mouth opened wide, as if he wanted to vomit something.

Carlo looked at his mouth, frowned slightly, raised his right hand, and simply inserted it into his mouth.

"Uh.."

Gregory's eyes widened sharply, and Carlo's little elbow was thrust into his mouth, ruffling his lips, down his throat, grasping something, and pulling it out extremely roughly.

It's an ugly, weird, slippery monster that looks like an octopus.

Gregory slipped feebly to the ground, staring blankly at the "octopus monster" in Carlo's hand, his eyes wide and full of incredulity.

"It's strange why it doesn't grow, right?" said Carlo, playing with the climbing monster wrapped around his arm, looking down at Gregory, and chuckling, "Because with me, it has nothing to eat. Naturally, it won't grow big.."

Gregory has a "Behemoth" sleeping in his body, which means "Behemoth" in the Devil's Language, a weapon of war in hell that can devour all negative emotions and grow up quickly, infinitely, and finally become a terrifying monster.

However, it is still a "baby", and Carlo's power shields it from feeding, and if Carlo wants to, he can make it never grow up.

Grigory froze to the ground, his face still frozen in shock, and the price of awakening "Behemoth" was his life.

"Ahh

Suddenly, a whistling wind swept by, and a huge hammer slammed into the back of Carlo's head with a dull sound.

Expressionless, Carlo turned slowly, and behind him was a cold and sluggish woman, Gregory's most loyal servant and mistress.

"A woman who likes to play with a hammer ... It's not cute at all.." Carlo frowned at her, and the hammer broke free of the woman's grasp, jumped to her feet, and slammed down on her head.

"Bang", the woman's beautiful head burst open like a watermelon, the hammer continued to fall, the woman's chest cavity collapsed, the spine was broken inch by inch, and then the internal organs and pelvis... All the way down.

The hammer "split" the woman in its entirety, and the scene was extremely bloody and cruel.

Snowflakes fall on the top of Carlo's head and body, stained a faint pink by the splashes of blood, and the picture has a cruel poignant.

Carlo stroked the smooth and ugly head of "Behemoth", looked up at the idol in front of him, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "You summoned all the big guys of hell, then what game experience do I have... Idiot!"