Gain the power of Saitama at the beginning of the game

Balnazzar thought of many questions that the other party might ask, but the only thing he didn’t expect was that the other party actually knew Denathrius?

This ancient and mysterious name is a taboo among the Nathrezim!

In their normal conversations, this name would never appear in their words!

Balnazar narrowed his eyes slightly and decided to deny it in his heart!

"I do not know what you're talking about!"

"Oh? Then let me say something more!" Salvador was not annoyed. He just sat leisurely on the edge of the balcony and picked up the bottle of wine on the ground!

He shook it, poured two cups, and handed one to Losa.

The latter took it with both hands, and then Losa asked anxiously:

"Sir Salvador, should I step aside?" When Lothar heard the name Denathrius, he got goose bumps all over his body!

He always felt like someone was watching him!

Eerie!

"No need. It's not a big secret. We will attack that place sooner or later! You will deal with them in the future!" Salvador said indifferently.

Then he took another sip of the wine, feeling that it tasted good, and drank another sip before continuing: "Denathius, the Lord of Revendreth, one of the five eternals of Shadow Realm, he created the Venthyr... He sent your dreadlords to the Twisting Nether to trick Sargeras a long time ago...!"

As Salvador spoke more and more, the eyes of the Dreadlord Balnazzar opened wider and wider!

The anger in his eyes grew bigger and bigger. From the day he was created by Denathrius, his soul and mission had been tied to the Emperor!

The Dreadlord's loyalty belongs only to Sire Denathrius!

Not Sargeras!

"Shut up, you night elf bastard! Did you say the emperor's name?" An angry roar sounded in the dark night!

Salvador was stunned for a moment, then anger surged in his heart, and he clenched his right hand.

The next second, black blood began to flow out of Balnazar's seven orifices!

"Stupid stinky bat... Die! I have no interest in you anymore! I will blame Denathrius for your rudeness, and we will settle accounts together then!"

Salvador looked at Balnazar who was struggling in pain with an expressionless face!

"Oh! By the way, this time you will really die! I will completely destroy your soul!"

When Balnazar heard this, his entire body began to twist continuously, trying to turn into a bat and escape!

But the power that Salvador possessed was simply beyond his ability to resist!

The compression of space made Balnazar's body like a ball of cotton, deforming at will!

The sound of bones crushing continued to ring out from his body!

He opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and no sound came out!

But at this moment, bright red blood began to seep out of Balnazar's body, and the blood wrapped him up like red silk, making him look extremely weird!

Salvador's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became serious!

And Lothar on the side also drew out his Quel'Zaram and the magic sword Blood Guard.

His eyes were fixed on the ball of blood and flesh!

Almost a minute later, Losa looked at what appeared in front of him in astonishment, with a brief look of confusion and puzzlement in his eyes!

A three-meter-high oval mirror stood in front of them.

Its frame is surrounded by a red unknown metal that flashes an eerie red color. There are several ferocious bat heads carved on it, and at the top of the frame there is a pair of huge bat wings!

The surface of the mirror seemed to be frosted and almost glossy, but it could clearly reflect the figures of Losa and Salvador!

"This is... a mirror?" Lothar hesitated for a moment and added, "The Dreadlord's true form is a mirror??? I think he looks like a bat!"

"No, this is not his real body. This mirror has a special origin and a function!"

"What function?"

"Teleport!"

"Do you mean that this mirror is connected to a world?" A hint of doubt flashed in Losa's eyes!

Can mirrors teleport? Can they connect the world?

Does this mirror have such powerful abilities?

Lothar walked quickly forward and knocked with the hilt of Quel'Zalamu's sword.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The next second, the mirror shattered into pieces under the gaze of the two people!

"Broken?" Losa turned to look at Salvador a little embarrassedly.

"I didn't use any force, Salvador!"

"I know it wasn't you who did it. It must have been the owner of this mirror who did it!"

……

Shadowlands

In a wilderness shrouded in mist, there stood rows of ancient castles, their outlines looking particularly eerie in the dim moonlight.

The stone walls of countless castles were covered with vines, like countless withered arms trying to struggle out from the inside.

The spire rises high into the sky, and the top is decorated with a rusty iron weather vane that makes a whimpering sound in the wind.

A group of ruined buildings next to the castle complex also exudes an ominous atmosphere.

There were weeds growing among the abandoned houses and broken walls. The occasional cry of night cats or the rustling of mice added a bit of eerie silence.

The windows of some buildings were broken, and the dark holes seemed like eyes, staring at every uninvited visitor.

In the center of this complex is a wide square with a dilapidated statue standing in the middle. Its face is blurred, but it seems to be holding some kind of scepter or sword in its hand, symbolizing its former rule and power.

There were a few stone benches scattered around, covered with thick dust and dead leaves.

It seems like no one has come here to clean for a long time!

In one of the castles, a man who looked very much like a night elf was sitting elegantly on a throne inlaid with red gems. His face was serious and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

Balnazzar knelt on the cold marble floor, his forehead touching the ground and his hands pressed tightly together as a sign of respect and repentance for the Great Sire Denathrius.

Sire Denathrius' voice was deep and powerful, echoing under the high vaulted ceiling: "Balnazzar, you have betrayed my trust. You must bear the consequences of your actions."

Balnazzar's voice trembled. He did not dare to look up at Emperor Denathrius' eyes. "Great Lord of Blood, I know I was wrong. I ask for your forgiveness. I am willing to accept any punishment."

"Very good, this idea suits my taste very well, then you can transform into my heart energy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Denathrius snapped his fingers lightly.

Balnazar's body instantly turned into a blood mist, from which a blood-red energy sphere flew out.