Carlo looked at the men imprisoned in the dark cage.

They were still wearing the broken armor from the battle years earlier, covered in black blood, and the emblem of the Holy Light was no longer visible.

Although these men had been imprisoned in the dark for more than three years, their faces were pale and their beards were disheveled, their eyes were still tough and clear, and it was the faith in their hearts that insisted on them to live.

"His Majesty the Pope will one day lead the Holy Army to destroy you demons." One of them saw Carlo, stared at him viciously, and shouted and cursed.

He was a knight who had reached a high level of strength, so despite the loss of his legs and an arm, he looked in good spirits.

Carlo smiled, these people were the clergymen who survived the Holy See Army of the Eastern Expedition three years ago, because Carlo was worried that after the main plane quest was completed after killing them, he might not be able to stay in this world too long, so he left them behind, feeding them water and bread every day, and they didn't know about the destruction of the Holy See, and they still had dreams of seeing the light one day.

"Saw off his remaining arm." Carlo casually ordered Serdan, who was beside him, and added, "Don't let him die."

"Yes.." Serdan nodded respectfully, and then two fierce Dark Elf warriors walked into the cage, screaming.

Almost every priest in the cage was mutilated, which was a "souvenir" left by Carlo every time he visited on a whim, but they all lived well, even if they were tortured repeatedly, as long as they chanted the Bible, they seemed to have courage, and they were not afraid of any kind of pain.

Carlo sometimes couldn't help but sigh that the people of Heaven did a better job of demagoguery.

"So be it.." Carlo yawned and slouched away, his black robe dragging on the ground, shadows following him.

The Doomsday Mountain Range is still the same as it was three years ago, except that the black giant mountain is taller, and the number of demons in the territory is much less.

Carlo began to consciously control the number of demons, about 50,000 people, and the humans in the captive country were almost just enough to support, of course, regular hunting was inevitable.

The population of this continent has been drastically reduced, and it is still at war, so it needs to be given a little time to recover.

The amount of experience required to advance to the mid-level boss level is three million, and even if the entire continent is wiped out, I'm afraid it's not enough.

Carlo knew very well that the resources that this plane could provide to him had almost been exhausted, and it was time for him to leave.

"Father.." Suddenly, a cheerful voice sounded in his ears, and Carlo looked as Sauron flapped his wings and flew up from under the Black Mountain.

He ran to himself happily, holding something bloody.

"This is my freshly picked heart and liver, dug out of the chest of the newborn XX, it is very tender, you can taste it.." With an innocent smile on Sauron's handsome face, unwiped blood on the corners of his mouth, and pure evil in his eyes, Carlo was satisfied with his heir.

Carlo tore off a slice and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it, then smiled and fumbled Sauron's head, and said, "Yes, it tastes good, but I prefer a rougher texture."

"Then I'll kill a dwarf... Their flesh is the coarsest ever." Sauron had some bloodthirsty impulses to try.

Carlo shook his head slightly, "Don't bother.. The gift I have prepared for you is ready... Let's take a look.."

"Really?" Sauron's face was excited, and he randomly stuffed the flesh and blood in his hand into his mouth, making his face bright red, and his originally handsome face instantly became hideous and terrifying.

Carlo spread his wings and flew towards the lava volcano, and Sauron excitedly followed.

The crimson magma tumbled, and a few hot bubbles bubbled up from time to time, and the temperature here was so high that ordinary people would be scorched by the heat wave even if they approached it, but for Carlo, who had some of Terraria's bloodline, it was just like a breeze on his face.

Sauron wasn't so well-off, he was soon sweating profusely, his skin was red, and his hair was starting to burn.

"Father.." Sauron couldn't help but complain, "It's too hot in here..."

Carlo glanced at him faintly and said casually, "Then you will live here from now on..." When you get used to it, go back again.."

Sauron was frightened by the coldness in Carlo's eyes, and quickly lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Yes, father.." Then he closed his mouth tightly and did not dare to say anything more.

The shattered memories of Sauron's mind told him that most of the children who died in the demons were killed by their own parents.

The dragon, who was half-lying on the side of the magma, snorted violently when he saw Carlo, and crawled over humbly like a dog, full of flattery.

Carlo ignored it, and flew straight to a platform on the edge of the lava, where stood an extremely strong dwarf, hairless and with knotted muscles wrapped in red skin, who was once the king of the dwarves of the hills, the best master craftsman in the world.

"My king.." The Dwarven King knelt respectfully and kissed the ground at Carlo's feet, the hot ground burning his lips and making a sneering sound, but he didn't realize it.

Carlo nodded faintly, and the dwarf king understood, gritting his teeth and reaching out to the tumbling magma.

The lava burned his flesh, and the dwarven king was sweating profusely and rummaging through the pain, until at last, trembling, he reached out to Carlo, and only a crimson ring lay quietly in the palm of his skeleton.

Carlo gently picked up the ring, and the crimson quickly faded in his hand, revealing the sleek and beautiful shape of the ring itself.

A black light emanated from Carlo's hand, slowly pouring into the ring, and when the light dissipated, the ring trembled for a moment, and then calmed down.

"Well done.." Carlo nodded in satisfaction and threw a fruit of sin in front of the Dwarven King.

"Thank you, my king, for the reward." The Dwarf King picked up the fruit with an excited expression and couldn't wait to stuff it into his mouth, and soon his face became distorted and hideous, and his injured palm recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and when all the changes disappeared, the aura on his body also climbed to the middle level of legend.

"Put it on and take a look.." Carlo smiled and handed the ring to Sauron.

Sauron, who was forced to endure the burning pain of his body, tried to squeeze out a happy smile, put the ring on the index finger of his right hand, and the original wide ring body magically shrunk, clasped Sauron's finger tightly, and could no longer be removed.

"Do you like it.." Carlo's eyes were gentle, and his expression was like that of a loving father.

Sauron nodded with difficulty, "I like it, thank you, father..."

Carlo sneered, his eyes were cold and terrifying, he reached out and gently stroked the top of Sauron's head, who couldn't stop trembling, and said lightly: "When you can take it off, I'll come back to pick you up..."

Sauron didn't understand what Carlo meant, but he nodded his head hard.