From the woman's gaze, Carlo could discern a profound hatred directed at the two individuals involved.

Kalapos was an obvious case. She had squandered a hundred years of youth in an unending slumber, and any woman would harbor a deep-seated rage towards him.

But the other, the King of the Zizhu Kingdom—her husband, the prince who had awakened her from her sleep—shouldn't she have felt gratitude and admiration instead? Why did she now look at him with such a visceral loathing, as if she wished to devour his flesh and wear his skin?

"I'm afraid you'll be disappointed," Carlo said with a note of regret. "The evil sorceress Kalapos has long been dead; her bones have probably turned to dust."

"Then kill the second one," the woman replied with venom.

"Your request will be honored." Carlo turned to Kalapos, who understood and flew out.

Soon after, Kalapos returned, carrying a bloody head and tossing the Zizhu King’s severed head at the woman’s feet.

Seeing the expression of terror and death on the head, the woman’s face registered a grim satisfaction. She looked up at Carlo and said, “I am willing…”

Suddenly, her expression shifted dramatically, twisting into one of fierce disdain. “You think you can make me submit to such a lowly creature? Dream on…”

The woman bit through her own tongue, and blood gushed out.

At that moment, a slender hand gripped her throat and twisted her neck before her life could even flicker out.

The madness and exhilaration in her eyes turned to fear and disbelief, and then faded into complete darkness.

A massive psychic wave emanated from the woman's corpse, but before it could erupt, it was consumed by the Infernal Flame within Carlo.

The dark purple flame quivered with pleasure, expanding even further.

"Kill a child of divine grace, reward: 1000 experience points, 10000 evil points."

Carlo sighed with a hint of regret. "The vain and laughable sense of superiority."

Although he hadn't made the woman his slave like Sophia, he had still gained considerable benefits. And…

Carlo opened his hand, revealing a ball of crimson, eerie flames that danced with joy in his palm.

After devouring part of a deity’s remnants once again, the Infernal Flame had grown powerful enough to augment Carlo's strength.

The intense and twisted burning sensation from the flame even made Carlo feel a touch uneasy.

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Kalapos then explained why the woman had wanted her husband dead.

It turned out that Kalapos’s sleeping curse didn’t just affect her but engulfed the entire palace.

When everyone in the castle fell into a deep slumber, a thief broke in. The thief not only killed the kingdom’s king and queen but also raped the sleeping princess. The defiled princess gave birth to a baby in her sleep. The baby inherited some of the princess’s divine nature and managed to awaken her by sucking on her right-hand index finger.

Unfortunately, though the princess woke, she was threatened by the thief with the child and was forced to marry him. The thief then assumed the throne.

Under the rule of the debauched and tyrannical thief-king, the Zizhu Kingdom rapidly declined until Carlo’s arrival.

Indeed, every fairy tale conceals an ugly truth.

Carlo clicked his tongue, feeling a bit unsatisfied with the demon’s dark amusement.

"What about the child?" he couldn't help but ask.

"The child who replaced the woman in bearing the curse has already died of old age in her sleep," Kalapos answered respectfully.

A perfect ending of family ruin and disaster.

Carlo nodded in satisfaction, preparing to call Kalapos to move on to the next destination. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he pulled Kalapos out of the window.

With a deafening roar, a blinding white light descended like a holy sword, slicing off the top of the castle.

As the dust cleared, Carlo faced a pair of angry eyes.

"Damn demon, the holy light will not spare you." Oliver glared at the corpses buried in the ruins.

In his eyes, the recently deceased woman seemed to have fallen victim to Carlo’s malevolent hands.

"Believe it or not," Carlo shrugged with a helpless expression, "her death has nothing to do with me."

Oliver, weary of wasting words on the abyssal demon, gathered white light on his great sword, preparing to strike again.

"Just right, last time you chased me like a hunted dog." Carlo fixed his gaze on Oliver, licking his blood-red lips with a cruel smile.

"Kalapos, keep an eye on the priest below."

Carlo lightly tapped Kalapos’s forehead, imbuing her with over ten demonic spells as a reward for the task.

Kalapos, being a centuries-old sorceress, should be more than capable of harassing the priest below to prevent him from chanting spells. After all, she had once been the church's most troublesome witch.

"I alone can kill you." Oliver did not stop Kalapos from leaving. The previous failure still troubled him, and only the blood of evil could cleanse his guilt. Although Carlo appeared significantly stronger now, Oliver was confident he could defeat him under the holy light.

"Praise the holy light!" Oliver chanted solemnly, his great sword’s white light swelling rapidly until it expanded to the size of a door.

The pure and sacred aura spread through the night sky, making Carlo feel slightly uncomfortable.

Oliver raised his great sword high, aiming it directly at Carlo.

Facing the incoming holy light sword, Carlo showed no intention of evading.

"Exchange, Leviathan’s Claw."

Just as the door-sized sword was about to strike Carlo’s head, a long scythe intercepted the blade.

As when Carlo first saw this demonic artifact, its narrow, smooth curve and blood-red edge reflected a cruel light in the moonlight, as if it were perpetually dripping with blood.

Carlo gripped the middle of the scythe, its rough, cold texture imparting a sense of formidable power.

Oliver’s expression shifted slightly as he thought, This demon’s weapon seems superior to mine.

Damn it, why am I envying a demon!

"Come!"

In an instant, Carlo swung the scythe back at Oliver, who met the attack with his sword. The two weapons clashed with a resounding “clang,” and the white light on the great sword instantly dissipated.

A seed quickly sprouted and grew on Oliver’s once-unshakable knight’s heart, spreading rapidly.

Unnoticed, the calm and resolute look in Oliver’s eyes vanished, replaced by intense jealousy.

How could this be, what kind of weapon is this? Why does a demon possess such a powerful weapon!

Carlo, holding the blood-red scythe, spread his bat wings, his menacing and cruel figure illuminated by the full moon.

A faint smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

Leviathan’s Claw is indeed the true Scythe of Jealousy!