Chapter 1451 Demon King of Terror, Are You Planning to Trick Me?

"That... Lord Gondos, look, did you invite His Royal Highness Nefarian?"

The demons responsible for organizing the trial of the Holy Son were all helpless.

Nefarian is clearly the son of His Majesty the Lord of Terror. As a child of blood, it is too bullying to compete with these descendants who have not known how many generations have passed!

Prince Nefarian, there is absolutely no need to pass the so-called "Holy Son Trial" to prove himself!

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

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

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

"Yes! Yes! The matter is of great importance, report to His Majesty immediately!"

His Majesty must be very happy with a new Son of Blood.

"All right!"

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

"I see!"

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

Wilderness of bones!

Alduin overwhelmed the two warring teams with his dread aura, and... cheerfully snatched up the spoils.

"Huh? The decoration on your fang is actually a magic equipment? That's great!"

Alduin mentioned the holy son of the "Dark Wing" family, and saw that there was actually a golden ring inlaid on the devil's fangs of this holy son, and it was also a piece of magic equipment, so he immediately became interested.

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

The Son of Dark Wings completely conceded, and hastily reached out to get the golden ring on the fangs.

"Don't bother."

Alduin smiled, reached out and took the rune sword from Zaire, "Don't worry, it will be soon, it won't hurt at all!"

"Ah, no……"

Amidst the screams of the Son of Dark Wings, Alduin chopped off the fangs of the Son of Dark Wings with a single sword.

"Zaire, put it away! If you are not in charge of the family, you don't know how expensive it is! 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, you know? When collecting spoils, you must be careful. "

Throwing the broken fangs to Zaire, Alduin threw out the blood-spitting Son of Dark Wings, turned around and went to look for the spoils again!

"I'll do it myself! I'll do it myself!"

The fate of the Son of Dark Wings made the Son of the Eye of Destruction tremble all over. He quickly took off the decoration on the devil's horn, and handed it to Alduin respectfully, lest he chop off his horn with a sword!

"Well! Not bad! Not bad!"

Alduin was full of admiration, "You are very good! I like smart people like you the most!"

"Yes! Yes! As long as His Highness is happy!"

The Holy Son with Eyes of Destruction wants to cry but has no tears.

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

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

Although the demon has restrained his 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!"

Seeing this huge figure, the demons around were trembling with fright, and quickly fell to the ground, kowtowing respectfully.

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

Zaire was already startled, his feet went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, not even daring to breathe.

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

Alduin was "shocked" on his face, but secretly laughed in his heart, "Sure enough, the Dreadlord has taken the bait."

Pretend to be a "Prince", find the real location of the Dread Demon King, and then... open a positioning marker, "Holy Victor", you can lead a dungeon team to come to the "Dread Palace" dungeon .

"You can see your home right away!"

The Dread Demon King smiled,

He reached out and grabbed Alduin, "Let's go! Stop playing!"

With the darkness shining, the Dreadlord grabbed Alduin and disappeared in an instant.

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

Zaire cried out in panic, but... where else could Nefarian be found?

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

Seeing the demons approaching from all around, Zaire's feet softened, and he knelt down on the ground with a "plop", "Forgive! Forgive! I am the guard of His Highness Nefarian, you can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

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

Zaire was shocked to find that the demons around him were full of ingratiating smiles, and there was no such thing as "settling accounts after autumn" as imagined.

His Royal Highness Nefarian's name is so easy to use? It seems... developed?

Zaire laughed wildly.

...

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

In the main hall of the Palace of Fear, a fear demon wearing a gorgeous robe and a dark gold crown, with an aura as vast as 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 none of them has such pure blood as you. So..."

The Dread Demon King stood up with a smile, opened his arms, and the vast power surged up, "So, you are my heir. My country, my people, and everything about me belong to you!"

"Is it?"

"Ecstasy" appeared on Alduin's face, but in fact...he was cursing secretly in his heart: "Are you a liar? Such a mindless scam, you also want to trap me?"

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

For such a character, immortality is already a basic configuration! If nothing else happens, the Dreadlord will not die until the end of the world. The heir, 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, Kamuel, used his life and soul to prove the integrity of the dreaded demon king!"

As soon as Alduin thought about it, he immediately thought that my current "Nefarian" vest, the so-called "Son of Blood", is probably of great value to the Dreadlord.

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

Yes, the dreadlord wants to escape from the abyss and become a true immortal god. Then... To get out of the abyss, this Nefarian, whose bloodline is exactly the same as his, is an excellent "surrogate for death", an excellent "abyss sacrifice".

Using the body of "Nefarian" as a surrogate, let the dread demon king escape from the abyss in one fell swoop and become the real god of fear. This is the best use of "heir"!

"Sure enough, this is in line with the devil's habit! Since you plan to cheat me, then don't blame me for cheating you!"

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