MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 100 【Forget the lottery】

The prince's warning did not attract the attention of the monsters in the human world.

Along the way, although the number of the same clan has been somewhat damaged, but because the hero who holds the holy sword in the human world has been slow to show up, it is almost impossible to threaten the top-level combat power of the monsters, so this part of the main force was Save it. The main force that survived aggressively attacked the Silent Council and completed the replacement without a sound, occupying the territory of one of the great forces in the Human World.

The monsters in the human world have learned to be greedy, cunning, but also blind and arrogant.

So, the almost alarmist news brought by the prince is more like a cross-border joke to the monsters.

That's absolutely impossible, and with a little breathing room, they can come back from the ashes.

Now, the monster emperor who occupies the Silent Council is more concerned about how to make his rule more stable. It wanted to invade the body of the old witch, so as to issue orders to the aliens in the human world, but this old witch was extremely tenacious, and she was already on the verge of death.

Damn witch!

The Monster Emperor is still very concerned about the old witch's nominal disciple, Jasmine, who has successfully escaped from the Silent Council. Once there is a chance, a wave of arms will make the aliens respond in groups, and it must be dealt with.

"Belli."

"Al."

They spoke in unison.

"I'd love to help you!"

"We have learned that the human witcher club is holding a grand annual meeting in the metropolis." Bailey said lively.

"At the annual meeting, there will be...models, simulated witch hunts..." Al looked a little shy.

"The witch's disciple Jasmine has also left her whereabouts in the metropolis recently, but someone helped her escape the pursuit." Bailey had a confident face, and even flapped a single wing proudly, "So, We'd love to go there, sneak into the annual meeting, and see..."

"Is the witch disciple hiding at the annual meeting?"

This pair of fallen angel twins is very good at reading words and expressions, and the figure of the monster emperor wriggled, as if expressing satisfaction. It curled its thick fingers and swayed it gently, and the Fallen Angel Twins immediately led the order away. The monster emperor waved his fingers again, and a high-level monster stepped forward and took the prince away.

…They really don’t believe in the power of the Demon King.

The prince was a little disheartened, anxious, and annoyed. It now seems that the same clan in the human world will sooner or later bring about their own destruction, even if there is an emperor here. The crown of another monster emperor, but it has been used as a trophy by the two demon kings.

Before being taken away, it asked.

"Where is my brother?"

The monsters are in pairs, the two emperors and queens, the prince has already met, and only the nominal brother is left. But to his disappointment, there is no other prince here. According to the same clan here, his brother has left the human world early and disappeared.

Prince: "…"

Don't go to the devil world!

Then they're done!

***

On the day of the annual meeting, Ans Air was getting dressed up.

Witcher uniform! Wear cool accessories! Beautiful hair braid...can't braid it!

After tossing for half an hour, Ans El summoned Theros with a mess of hair.

Cerros: "…"

Not grooming is a big problem.

How did Ansel come here all these years?

"So it's usually spread out." Ans Air also looked quite proud, "It spreads out, combs smoothly, and has aura and looks good."

But after coming to the human world, Ansair gradually realized the benefits of tying his hair. When the wind is strong, you don't have to worry about the bad angle being smeared on your face, and you don't have to worry about spreading the aura too strong and affecting his various activities in the human world. He could not wait to have a custom Ceros at home and braid his hair every morning.

"Actually..." Ansair suddenly thought of something, "Would it be more convenient to cut it?"

Suddenly, His Majesty the Demon King was holding a long feather-like long hair that was white, soft and smooth, and his heart wailed.

No! !

"You, don't get excited." Ansair didn't expect his reaction to be so big. In fact, he had this idea before and mentioned it to the ministers around him, but it turned out that everyone was like this The sky is crumbling and the earth is torn apart, and he will only keep whimpering and whimpering how good his Majesty's hair is, without affecting his life and full of majesty.

Thinking of this, Ansel couldn't help but laugh.

"I just said it casually, I won't really cut it, after all..."

After all, his long hair also carries the journey along the way. When he first arrived in the Demon Realm, he wandered in the lake of fire, and his hair was just as long as his ears. By the time he walked all the way, his long hair had reached his waist, and there were many strange demon followers around him.

Now, there is also a Ceros who will braid his hair.

Ansel touched her braided hair and sent His Majesty the Demon King away with a delicious snack made by Vassago. He simply sent a message to the other people who met last year, and Rhine seemed to be a little busy, and it took a while to reply.

"Anthony is helping me arrange a simulated witch hunt." Rhine explained on the phone, "This year's format may be really special, with some strictly vetted outside witchers joining, I don't know what's new."

Fortunately, Anthony was there, and Rhine was stuffed in through the channel of the Holy Court.

At this annual meeting, Anse Er's role is actually very important. After all, he is now recognized as a brave man, and he is under the scrutiny of various forces. The brave man appeared in the Witcher Club, but for the first time in history, the principal Sylvia would naturally introduce him solemnly.

Anseyer thinks about his departure arrangement, this should be the first and last time he will act in public as a hero.

The banquet tower stands under the night, with brilliant lights. The entire tower was completely emptied tonight, and the people who came and went looked like people from high society, but the inadvertently revealed enchanted items and the power of the elements flowing from their fingertips all indicated that these people's extraordinary.

It's not your ordinary rich or expensive.

It's about martial arts, magic and the dark side of the human world.

Sylvia sent someone to wait under the tower early in the morning to wait for Ans El and his party. Ans El looked at the dark circles under the eyes of the old acquaintance, and it is conceivable that the recent preparations for the simulated demon hunt, Let a second-class star add a lot of innocent classes for nothing.

Yunjian nodded to them calmly and tiredly, and Ansair took out a box of candy from his pocket. Yun Jian took it and poured it all into his mouth, chewing a handful of hard candy.

"Go up, and enter at the end." He swallowed all the sugar, "Many big figures are waiting for the hero to appear, but I don't think you will feel nervous."

Of course Ansair was not nervous. When he was in the Demon Realm meeting, many humans were probably not born yet.

Starlight, there are lights. Ansair stayed behind the door, next to a nervous Joey, who heard Sylvia's speech.

"Welcome, my friends who make it your mission to hunt demons."

The girl's voice was smooth and stable. Ans El listened to the speech. The speech traced back to the past, describing the deeds of the demon hunters of the past, those pains and struggles, those who parted and parted.

The angel who became the devil thought, for many years, has not been the case with human beings?

Light the fire and dream of the stars.

Towards the end of the speech, the silver-haired girl stepped back gently, and she put one hand behind her, making a gesture of invitation.

“…The era of stars has come again, and our heroes will once again guard our world.”

"The Brave - Ansair!"

The white-haired hero walked out with the holy sword. He was dressed in the uniform of a witcher, with a shining sixth-class star badge on his chest. His white hair was carefully groomed and braided. The braids fall on the shoulders. Looking at everyone's attention, or whispering, his expression is very calm and outstanding.

—This is not a man to control.

Everyone who sees the white-haired hero will think so. Soon, their respective thoughts were hidden under the appearance of enthusiasm. As the brave man entered the reception, some people gradually walked towards the brave man.

Ansier was praised for the 107th time that he had a good braided hair. He wondered if he should record it for Ceros and go back and play it for Ceros. There are also people who cite the classics and talk about the allusions of the brave man defeating the great devil, trying to tout it. Ansi Er thought, no, he not only wants to defeat the big devil, he also wants to enslave the big devil! Let the big devil braid his hair!

Anse Er also met someone she hadn't thought of at the banquet... the devil.

He and Baimon stared at him with big eyes and small eyes, and he could see that Baimon seemed a little frightened, and raised a glass to him with a stiff smile.

Baymon didn't want to meet Ansair directly. He should be like the kind of strategist who hides behind the scenes. After everything is settled, he will jump out and announce the truth. It's like the various arrangements he has made in the Silent Council. Although he is suspected of taking risks, firstly, it facilitates Ansier's activities in the simulated witch hunt, and secondly, it will calm Ansier in the future. Lay a solid foundation.

I didn't expect Ans Air to be so insightful, he accurately pinpointed him who was swaying at the banquet.

"Why are you here?" Ansair lowered his voice, from the outsider's point of view, it was the brave man who chatted with the people of the Silent Council.

Bai Meng was silent for a while, then suddenly acted cute.

"Guess what?"

The next second, His Majesty the Demon King gave Master Wang a speed that the human eye couldn't track. Master Wang endured it at a speed that the human eye couldn't track, and a cough choked in his throat.

Cooperate, ask what to say.

"Looking at the next step, it seems to be dealing with the Silent Council. I will sneak in first and learn about the simulated hunting content of this annual meeting."

The former is estimated to take a long time to discuss, and it must be time for a separate meeting later, while the latter can be discussed on the spot.

"Anyway, this year's new rules will be read out soon, so telling you in advance is not cheating."

Bai Meng slowed down and smiled.

"This year's hunting activities will be carried out in a ruins that have been sorted out in advance. Before the witcher club sent a large number of second-class stars out, just to do this. I also went around that ruins. Looking at it, it is related to alchemy, and among the remains left by human beings, it is considered a remarkable scale."

Ans El looked at a photo of the ruins that Baimon showed him, with a somewhat mutilated emblem on it.

—Angel with broken wings.

"What?" After many years of teachers and students, Baimen quickly noticed that Ansi Er's expression was different, "Is there anything wrong with this emblem?"

Ansel nodded.

"I have read a book, the angel seems to be very concerned about his own wings, easily will not outline such incomplete wings, and other people are not allowed to describe it like this, it will be regarded as an insult. And , on this wing..."

"It seems that it was once dyed black, some faded, but you can still see a little bit. Angel wings are pure white and flawless, and the dyeing of wings is even more taboo."

Of course, Ans Air did not acquire this knowledge from books. He is a fake angel himself, and he naturally knows that these races pay attention. Angels like white and light colors, especially their pure white wings like snow. At most, some war angels will cover their wings with light armor for combat needs, and at other times, they will not want to drop a feather.

"These are all digressions, just relics." Ansair just said casually, "What about the form of hunting activities? If it is too troublesome, I will find a way to abstain."

"It's not too much trouble. Unlike in previous years, the witcher's club will spend a lot of money to send everyone there. Instead of grouping according to the force as before, all members will be dispersed. , go to the venue and make up your own."

This arrangement was proposed by the Witcher Club, which reflects the intention of the principal Sylvia. The original intention of Sylvia's arrangement was to call on all parties to unite. At present, demons are rampant, and they need the cooperation of all parties. She hopes to use this simulated demon hunt to establish some useful connections.

"For this reason, some excellent demon hunters from the outside world were also introduced."

Beimon added.

Anse El sighed softly, fortunately, there is a leader with a clear mind like Silvia in the human world, and in the wave of monsters, he can maximize the unity. In the future, if the Demon World cooperates with the Human World to jointly fight the invasion of monsters, it will be relatively easy.

However, the practice of introducing external demon hunters will also have disadvantages. If someone has ulterior motives, they can spend a lot of effort and mix into the simulated hunting.

Ansel raised her sharp sunset-colored eyes and glanced at the field calmly.

Maybe now…

In the venue.

Rhein stood among the demon hunters who did not belong to any faction, his mentality was very relaxed, and he only wanted to hunt a few more monsters for the simulated demon hunt in the future. In order to hide the kitten, he wore a large coat, and Molly squatted in his pocket, her ears pricked up vigilantly.

The silent council members who were present did not know if they were credible, so they could only observe first.

Someone suddenly bumped into Rhine and squeezed past. Rhine frowned slightly and looked at the other person's back unhappily. I saw that the other party's figure was slightly stooped, the body was covered in a wide hooded cloak, and only one pair of hands were well maintained, very like...

The hand of the alchemist.

Flange lowered the hood.

He looked at the white-haired brave man standing in the crowd like the stars holding the moon, his teeth cracked.

…Ansel!