A sword went down, and the box was intact.

Everyone waited nervously for a while, but nothing happened.

Master Franklin was furious, "Breaking the seal, the consequences could be serious! Young man, don't be too impulsive. Let's let Master Mai think of a way, we are not experts after all. ”

Mage Mai smiled bitterly and said, "Master Franklin thinks too highly of me, in fact, I am only better than you in magic, I am only twenty-four years old, how can I know so much......? Well, not good!"

But when I saw that the box had not moved just now, it suddenly trembled suddenly!

The death qi in the box continued to pour out, overflowing ten times faster than before, and the billowing black qi erupted in all directions, forcing everyone to retreat again and again. It seems that the sword of the squire Ron still caused unpredictable consequences.

In the blink of an eye, everyone around them was already filled with black death energy.

The two magicians hurriedly pulled everyone back to the corner, and all kinds of colorful magic shields quickly held up.

"Whatever was inside the box, the box had already been opened. Mage Mai said with a calm face.

As if to help prove her words, an angry spiritual voice suddenly broke into everyone's minds.

"Who is ......it!! A lowly existence...... You will have to pay for what you have done!"

Mage Mai's face was pale, and his beautiful lips were bloodless. When he heard the name "Banazal", Mage Mai shuddered.

"One of the legendary three Dreadlords, Banazar in charge of destruction...... It is recorded in the scriptures. Mage Mai exclaimed in disbelief.

What kind of existence is the Dreadlord?

If you put the undead in the continental biosystem. If skeletons are equivalent to humans, then fear the demon kings. It's the equivalent of a dragon from above! And the dragon king of dragons!

Can a few humans slay a dragon? Even if there are two forbidden spell mages among them, they are 108,000 miles away from slaying dragons. The undead Dreadlord appears here. Not only are they going to die, but the human world is afraid that they will also face extinction because of their mistakes, awakening the Fear Demon King!

In front of everyone, a huge shadow of death was rapidly forming.

"It should just be a phantom. Mage Mai thought for a moment and said to everyone: "As far as I know, the real Banazar was greatly damaged after he was in the Lu Shen Elf Continent. Back to the world of the undead. What we have to face should only be a projection of Banazal in this world!"

"Is a projection easy to deal with?" asked Prince Ares.

Mage Mai smiled bitterly: "Do you think that a few of us can deal with a fraction of Banazal? Even if it's just a projection, we have most of the abilities of the Dreaddemon King! As for the power, it's hard to say." We don't know exactly what the undead bastards are up to, but I'm sure they're not doing it for fun. only to leave a projection of the Dreadlord of the Demon King. This projection has at least enough power to accomplish certain tasks! Friends, be prepared to sacrifice!"

The atmosphere of fear that quickly spread in the air told Prince Ares that this was not a hallucination!

Aura of Fear. It is one of the Dreadlord's signature abilities, and the projection of this Dreadlord Banazar apparently inherits this ability. When it completely walked out of the magic array, an incomparable coercion instantly filled the entire secret room. Everyone was overwhelmed, anxious, afraid, and timid. All kinds of feelings came to my heart, if it weren't for the timely blessing of Mage Mai with an anti-fear enchantment. I'm afraid Prince Ares has fled.

The Dreadlord Banazar was a sturdy man, five meters tall, and the two corners of his head almost touched the roof of the shed. It exudes a strong death energy all around it, and everywhere it touches is an impenetrable darkness.

The Dreadlord flapped a pair of black fleshy wings behind his back, and a spiritual word sounded in everyone's minds like thunder: "Humble human, you have awakened my slumber, and if you don't give me a reason, prepare to accept the endless wrath of Banazar of Destruction—"

The people couldn't understand the words of the undead, but the Dreadlord put the spirit words into everyone's minds at the same time. Mage Mai's spiritual protection force field could not stop the Dreadlord's massive spiritual power.

Even with the anti-fear enchantment, the squire Ron, the lowest strength man, couldn't stop his legs from trembling, and his teeth "gurgling". Under this mood, even Prince Ares has lost the courage to fight.

Seeing this, Master Franklin cast a powerful shield of fear for Prince Ares. This made Ares' mind much clearer.

Prince Ares grabbed the mage Mai, who was about to cast a magic attack, and in the surprised gaze of the mage Mai, Prince Ares stepped forward and said to the Dreadlord: "Honorable Demon King, your servant Ares, I offer you the most sincere respect! I am your most loyal servant!"

Everyone was stunned, including the Dreadlord Banazal, of course.

"You are insulting the wisdom of the great Banazal, lowly human ......" the Dreadlord said in a tone of confusion and anger.

"Master, how dare I insult you, the greatest Dreadlord, and I am truly your servant!" Prince Ares made a calm gesture to the crowd and continued to tease the Dreadlord, "I have entrusted my soul to darkness and glory to death! I enshrine you, the greatest Dreadlord of all time, Banazar the Destroyer......"

"Hmm......" Branazal closed his eyes and muttered for a moment, "Hmm...... I do smell a hint of darkness and death in you!hmm...... What a wonderful, pure breath!It was as if he had smelled a breeze from the land of death...... "After a long moment of intoxication, the Dreadlord opened his eyes, "Are you really my servant?"

Although he didn't understand how he could have a pure aura of death in his body, it was exactly what Prince Ares wanted.

"It is true, my master, I am your most loyal servant!" Prince Ares pretended to be excited: "Ah, nine thousand years! I have seen your honor at last! Your strength is still so strong! Let me surrender to your feet! Thy wickedness intoxicates me, Thy coercion hum......bles me, and Thy coercion humbles me."

"Hahaha!" the Dreadlord was pleased with Prince Ares' attitude, and he pointed to the others and asked, "So, my servant, who are these humans?"

"They are my slaves, my greatest masters!" replied Prince Ares, bowing humbly.

"Hahahaha-haha-" The Dreadlord trembled with his rumbling laughter, "Very well! you are worthy of being my servant! Come, give your name, and accept the reward of the great Banazal!"

Prince Ares had a look of great excitement, his face turned red, and he exclaimed, "Ah, my great master, you are so great and generous! I will give my most humble name! My name is Andrew! I am Prince Andrew of the Kingdom of Gordon!"

When Master Mai and Master Franklin heard the name, their faces twitched. They have a new understanding of Prince Ares' cunning and insidiousness.

The Dreadlord Barnazar silently recited the name "Andrew", and after a while, he suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahahaha! My servant, you will receive a curse from the great Banazal! You will become my servant completely, with an immortal body! Your power will lead to endless darkness! You will no longer feel the light...... Tremble, mortal, feel the glory of death, Prince Andrew......"

Prince Andrew, who was far away in Gordon City, was drinking tea with the guests, when suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he forced himself to hold his chest, his face was full of pain, and the guests were shocked.

Prince Ares scolded the Dreaddemon King Ancestor in his heart, thinking that he was fortunate to have multiple eyes, otherwise he would have been cursed, not that guy.

Prince Ares sneered in his heart, wondering how Andrew, who had become an undead creature, would show himself in the future, and would he be able to compete with him for the throne again?

At this moment, the Dreadlord Banazal roared, "It's been a long time since I've eaten a fresh human!

"No!" said Prince Ares quickly.

"Why! are you going to disobey my will!" said the Dreadlord angrily.

"How dare I disobey you, great master! I mean, there are only three of them, too little for you to eat! Great master, you have just woken up, and I will sacrifice the souls of ten thousand slaves for you!"

"Ten thousand souls!?" the Dreadlord Lord's huge eyes lit up, a sign of the Dreadlord clan's excitement.

"But, great master, these ten thousand souls are not here, I need to go back to the kingdom to get them for you! Moreover, there are many nasty humans on the continent! Their souls are quite delicious! Unlike nine thousand years ago, the Babylonians have withdrawn, and now there is no one on the continent to be your opponent! As long as you want, all human souls will be the great Banazal!"

The most recent war of the undead was a war between the undead and the Babylonians 9,000 years ago. Prince Ares is involved in royal texts.

In fact, Prince Ares has a small plan in his heart, and he wants to trick this Dreadlord back to his advantage. Control a projection of a Dreaddemon King, he will dominate the continent, even if it is his father, it is nothing!

"Hahahaha! Very well, my servant, you are very thoughtful!......" the Dreadlord smiled evilly, "but I want to eat souls now!"

The Dreadlord stretched out his claws and grabbed at the squire Ron!

Ron the squire was already stunned by the Dreadlord's coercion, unable to move, only to watch as a pair of huge demonic claws fell on top of his head!

(Fourth update, ask for recommendation votes~) (To be continued......)