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"That... Lord Gundos, look, did you invite His Highness Nefarian out?"

The demons who are responsible for organizing the trial of the Son of God are all helpless.

Nefarian is clearly the heir of His Majesty the Fear King.As the son of the source blood, it is too bullying to compete with these descendants who are not known for many generations!

Prince Nefarian, there is absolutely no need to prove himself through the so-called "saint son trial"!

In kindergarten math competitions, college students must be prohibited from participating!

"This... you can only ask your Majesty for instructions!"

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

"Yes! Yes! It's a big deal, report to your Majesty immediately!"

Your Majesty must be very pleased with a newly-emerged son of Origin Blood.

"Ok!"

Gundos reached out and took out a secret rune, inspired the spell, and reported to the Dreadlord about Nefarian.

"I know!"

The dreadlord nodded, "After playing for so long, it's time to go home! I will take him back!"

Bone Wilderness!

Alduin used the aura of fear to overturn the two fighting teams, and then... cheerfully grabbed the spoils.

"Huh? The decoration on your fang is actually a magical equipment? Great!"

Alduin mentioned the saint son of the "Dark Wings" family, and saw that the saint son's demon fangs were actually inlaid with a golden ring, and it was still a piece of magic equipment, and he suddenly became interested.

"I...I...I will take it down right away!"

The Dark Wing Saint Child completely recognized the plant, and quickly reached out to take the golden ring on the fangs.

"Don't be so troublesome."

Alduin smiled and stretched out his hand to take the Rune Sword from Zaire, "Don't worry, it will not hurt at all!"

"Ah, no……"

In the scream of the Darkwing Son, Alduin chopped off the fangs of the Darkwing Son.

"Zaire, put it away! I don't know if you are not in charge! We are afraid of being poor! If you catch the opportunity to make a fortune, you must not let it go! You must be diligent and thrifty, know? When collecting trophies, you must be careful. "

Throwing the broken fangs to Zaire, Alduin threw the blood-spitting Darkwing Saint Child away, and turned to look for the trophy again!

"I will do it myself! I will do it myself!"

The end of the Dark Wing Saint Child made the Eye of Destruction Saint Child tremble all over, quickly removed the decorations from the devil's horn, and handed it to Alduin respectfully, for fear that he would chop off his horn with a sword!

"Yeah! Not bad! Not bad!"

Alduin admired, "You are very good! I like you the most clever person!"

"Yes! Yes! Your Highness is happy!"

The Son of Destruction wants to cry without tears.

"Alright! Nefarian, stop playing, go home!"

At this time, a cloud of black light condensed in mid-air, revealing a huge demon figure.

Although the demon had reduced its power, the vast and majestic breath of power was still boundless, as if it were an endless void.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

"Meet Your Majesty the King of Fear!"

The demons around, shuddering at the sight of this huge figure, quickly bowed to the ground and bowed their heads respectfully.

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

Zaire was already shocked, his feet weakened and collapsed to the ground, not even daring to let out the atmosphere.

"Your Majesty the King of Fear? You call me to go home? I don't know where my home is. What home shall I go back to?"

Alduin's face was "shocked", but his heart smirked, "Sure enough, the Dreadlord has taken the bait."

Fake the identity of a "Prince", find the real location of the Dreadlord, and then... open a location mark, "Holy Victor", you can lead a team of dungeons to brush the Dreadlord's dungeon. .

"You can see your home immediately!"

The dreadlord smiled.

In a scroll of darkness and glory, the Dreadlord grabbed Alduin and disappeared instantly.

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

Zaire screamed in panic, but...Where can I find Nefarian?

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

Looking at the demons coming around, Zaire softened his feet and fell to his knees with a "puff", "Fare! Forgive! I am the guard of His Highness Nefarian. You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

"Master Zaire, you have misunderstood! You are the guard of His Highness Nefarian, how dare we disrespect you?"

Zaire was shocked to find that the demons all around were full of flattering smiles, and there was no such thing as "after the fall" as he imagined.

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

Zaire laughed wildly.

...

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

In the main hall of the Palace of Fear, a fear demon wearing a gorgeous robe and a dark gold crown, with a vast aura like an abyss, sat on the throne and looked at Alduin with a smile.

"Nefarian, your appearance surprised me! For countless years, I have given birth to countless descendants, but no descendant has your pure blood. So..."

The dreadlord stood up with a smile, opened his arms, and the vast power was tumbling up, "So, you are my heir. My kingdom, my people, everything about me is yours!"

"Is it?"

A wave of "ecstasy" appeared on Alduin's face, but in fact... he was secretly cursing in his heart: "Are you a liar? Such a brainless scam, you want to cheat me?"

The heir of the Dreadlord sounds like a noble and great identity.In fact...who is the Dreadlord?One of the strongest abyss lords equivalent to the nineteenth-level godhead.

For such a character, immortality is already the basic configuration!If nothing else, the Dreadlord will not die until the end of the world.Heirs, naturally, there will never be the possibility of inheriting the estate.

"The promise of a demon lord, hehe, when he was in Amber City, Victor’s brother Kamel, with his life and soul, proved the integrity of the dread lord!"

Alduin's thoughts turned and he immediately thought of it. My current "Nefarian" vest, the so-called "Son of Origin Blood", is probably of great value to the Dreadlord.

In just a moment, Alduin thought of uses such as "Abysmal Sacrifice", "Reincarnation Body", "Replacement for the Dead" and so on.

Yes, the Dreadlord wants to escape from the abyss, wants to become a true immortal god.So... to get out of the abyss, this bloodline of Nefarian, who is exactly the same as him, is an excellent "replacement for death", an excellent "sacrifice of the abyss."

Using the body of "Nefarian" as a substitute for death, let the Dreadlord escape from the abyss in one fell swoop and become the true God of Fear.This is the best use of "heirs"!

"Sure enough, this fits the habit of the devil! Since you plan to cheat me, don't blame me for cheating you!"

Alduin sneered, "Victor, this evil is worth fighting!"