"That...... Look, Lord Gondos, are you inviting His Highness Nefarian out?"

The demons who were in charge of organizing the trial of the Holy Son were full of helplessness one by one.

Nefarian is clearly the heir of His Majesty the King of Fear. As a child of the source blood, it is too bullying to compete with these descendants who have been separated by an unknown number of generations!

Prince Nefarian doesn't need to prove himself through the so-called "Holy Son Trial" at all!

Kindergarten math competitions must not be attended by college students!

"This ...... I can only ask Your Majesty for instructions!"

Gondos was also speechless. I thought he was a "revolutionary comrade", but it turned out to be a "counter-revolutionary leader". How embarrassing is this?

"Yes! Yes, the stakes are high, report to Your Majesty immediately!"

A new son of the source blood, Your Majesty must be very happy.

"Okay!"

Gondos reached out and pulled out an arcane rune, activated the spell, and reported the situation to Nefarian to the Dreadlord.

"I see!"

The Dreadlord nodded, "It's been so long, it's time to go home!I'll take him back!"

Bone Wilderness!

Alduin used the Fear Aura to overturn the two warring teams, then ...... happily snatched the booty.

"Huh, the decoration on your fangs is actually a magic device, that's great!"

When Alduin mentioned the Holy Son of the "Dark Wings" family, he was immediately interested when he saw that the demonic fangs of this Holy Son were actually inlaid with a golden ring, and it was also a magical equipment.

"I ...... I...... I'll take it off right away!"

The Son of Darkness Wings was completely recognized, and hurriedly reached out to retrieve the golden ring on the fangs.

"Don't bother. ”

Alduin smiled and reached out to take the rune sword from Zaire's hand, "Don't worry, it's soon, it doesn't hurt at all!"

"Ah...... Don't ......"

In the midst of the screams of the Darkwings Son, Alduin chopped off the fangs of the Darkwings Son with a single sword.

"Zaire, put it away! If you don't belong to your family, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are! We are afraid of poverty! If we seize the opportunity to make a fortune, we must not let it go! We must be diligent and thrifty, and we must be careful when collecting the spoils of war. ”

Throwing the severed fangs to Zaire, Alduin threw out the blood-spurting Son of Darkness and turned to look for the loot again!

"I'll do it myself!

The fate of the Son of the Dark Wings made the Son of the Eyes of Destruction tremble, and he hurriedly took off the ornaments on the demon's horns and respectfully handed them to Alduin, for fear that he would chop his horns with a sword!

"Uh-huh! good!"

Alduin's face was full of appreciation, "You're very good! I like you the most like a smart person!"

"Yes! Your Highness is happy!"

The Son of the Eyes of Destruction wants to cry without tears.

"Alright, Nefarian, stop playing, it's time to go home!"

At this time, a black cloud condensed in midair, revealing a huge demonic figure.

Although this demon has reined in its strength, the vast and majestic aura of power is still boundless, as if it is an endless void.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty?"

"Meet His Majesty, the King of Fear!"

The demons around them, seeing this huge figure, trembled with fright, and hurriedly bowed to the ground and kowtowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the King of Fear?"

Zaire was already frightened, his feet were weak, and he collapsed to the ground, not even daring to come out of the atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, the King of Fear, are you calling me home? I don't even know where my home is, what am I going back to?"

Alduin's face was "shocked", but there was a secret smile in his heart, "Sure enough, the Dreadlord has taken the bait." ”

Impersonate a "prince" to find the true identity of the Dreadlord, and then ...... Open a locator marker, His Highness "Holy Victor", and you can lead a team of dungeons to come and farm the "Palace of Fear" dungeon.

"You'll see your home in no time!"

The Dreadlord smiled and reached out to Alduin to grab it, "Let's go!

With a roll of darkness, the Dreadlord grabbed Alduin and disappeared in an instant.

"Your Highness, Nefarian, don't ...... Don't leave me!"

Zaire cried out in panic, however...... Where else can you find Nefaryan?

"It's over! I've robbed so many things, and now that His Highness is not here, and the enemy is right in front of me, what should I do?"

Looking at the demons coming around him, Zaire's feet went limp, and he fell to his knees with a "poof", "Spare my life! I am the guard of His Highness Nefarian, you can't kill me!"

"Lord Zaire, you have misunderstood! You are the escort of His Highness Nefarian, how dare we be disrespectful to you?"

Zaire was shocked to find that the demons around him were all full of flattering smiles, and there was no imaginary "settlement after autumn" at all.

His Highness Nefarian's name is so useful? It seems...... Developed?

Zaire laughed wildly.

......

"This is my palace, and this is your home!"

In the main hall of the Dread Palace, a Dread Demon in a magnificent robe, wearing a dark gold crown and a vast abyss, sat on the throne and looked at Alduin with a smile.

"Nefarian, I was pleasantly surprised by your presence! Over the years, I have given birth to countless descendants, but none of them have such pure blood as yours. So ......"

The Dreadlord smiled and stood up, his arms outstretched, and the vast power churned up, "So, you are my heir. My kingdom, my people, and all my things are yours!"

"Really?"

Alduin had a "ecstasy" on his face, but in fact...... But he was secretly scolding in his heart: "Why are you a deceitful ghost? Such a brainless deception also wants to trick me?"

The heir of the Dreadlord sounds like a noble and great identity. In fact...... Who is the Dreadlord and one of the strongest Abyss Lords of the nineteenth level godhead.

With such a character, immortality is already a basic configuration! If nothing else, the Dreadlord will not hang up until the end of the world. Heirs, naturally, will never have the possibility of inheriting the inheritance.

"A Demon King's promise, hehe, when he was in Amber City, Victor's younger brother Kamel, with his life and soul, proved the integrity of the Dreadlord Demon King!"

As soon as Alduin's mind turned, it immediately occurred to him that the vest of "Nefarian" I am now, the so-called "Child of Source Blood", is probably of great value to the Dreadlord of Blood.

In just a moment, Alduin thought of such uses as "abyssal sacrifice", "reincarnated body", "substitute for death", and so on.

Yes, the Dreadlord wants to break out of the abyss and become a true immortal god. So...... To get out of the abyss, this Nefarian, who has the same blood as him, is an excellent "substitute for death" and an excellent "abyss sacrifice".

Using the body of "Nefarian" as a substitute for death, the Dreadlord escaped from the abyss in one fell swoop and became the true god of fear. That's the best use of "heirs"!

"Sure enough, this is very much in line with the devil's habits! Since you plan to trap me, then don't blame me for trapping you!"

Alduin sneered in his heart, "Victor, this evil is worth fighting!"