MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 109 【Thanks for irrigation】

The fallen angel twins were repelled by the hero holding the holy sword, Sylvia finally breathed a sigh of relief. She pondered for a while, got up, and went to find the high-level representatives of the Silent Council who came this time.

Vampire, Greyyan.

The witchers who participated in the operation emerged one after another from the ruins. Some of them were not very lucky, but they were only slightly injured. Second-class star Edward picked up his Panama hat from the ruins, patted the dust on it, and then found that Ansel was picking up the hat beside him.

—it's that cat-eared witch hat.

"We don't seem to have spoken alone?" Edward smiled, "Thank you for what happened in the town last time."

He is also an excellent witcher among human beings. In the future, he will clean up the backbone of monsters in the human world. Ansel has a very good attitude and nodded.

"It's nothing, won't you help me this time?"

Coming to negotiate in a situation of disparity in power requires the courage to risk your life. Perhaps the talk of the negotiation was discussed in an urgent meeting of the think tank, but Edward executed it very well. He perfectly fulfilled Sylvia's wish, taking the time to release the little black cat Jasmine, successfully attracting the attention of the fallen angels.

Anseyer thought that the Fallen Angels and Twins should know about this ruin, or rather, they knew about the former manor complex, otherwise they would not be able to determine the central high platform at once. In this case, it is rare to be unexpected.

He helped Jasmine retrieve the hat, and when the big witch hat reappeared in front of Jasmine, the little black cat's eyes instantly became wet. She looked at Ans Aier with emotion, at this moment, Ans Aier's status in her heart has exceeded a ton of canned food!

"This is your hat." The white-haired brave man squatted in front of the little black cat and said softly.

The other witchers watched this lovely scene with motherly eyes until—

Anse El took out another corner of the cloth and placed it in front of Jasmine.

"This is your hat too."

Take out the left cat ear.

"It's still your hat."

Take out the right cat ear.

"This is your hat again."

Take out the tip of the hat.

"The tip of your hat."

Jasmine: "…"

Others: "…"

The little black cat lowered his head stupidly, looking at the hat fragments that Ansair had picked up with great patience. All the witch hats were shattered, the cat's ears were one and the other, and the brim of the hat seemed to be bitten by a dog. It looked terrible.

Jasmine wasn't so sad at first, but the corpse of the hat that didn't fall in front of her made her sad for a while!

"Meow Meow Meow Meow!"

"Meow woah woah woah-"

Other people rushed up, coaxing the cat to coax the cat, and picking up the hat to pick up the hat. Joey wiped his tears beside him, and he explained to the confused Anselm sadly.

"Anse, the hat family really can't see such an exciting picture."

Ansier was stunned for a while, then he realized it, and he felt a little guilty.

"Ah...sorry, I didn't think of it for a while."

He only thought that this was Jasmine's most cherished thing, and he was reluctant to even crush it, so he took a little effort to pick it up, at least as a souvenir, and forgot to consider Jasmine as a family member of the hat Feeling.

He didn't feel guilty for a long time, but he saw the kitten trot over with drooping ears, and put a paw on Ansel's leg.

"Meow meow meow."

Thank you for helping Molly retrieve the hat.

"Meow meow meow meow."

There are quite a few so that Jasmine can find a way to sew the hat back up.

The little black cat pouted and gathered up all the fragments. Someone gave her a small furoshiki. She packed all the fragments and cherished them on her back.

Jasmine, learn to sew!

Anseyer can understand the cat's speech, he thought about it, he can sew. He had made Kitten Mao sad just now, so he might as well teach Jasmine.

Jasmine: "!!"

This hero is not only super strong but also super versatile!

Seeing the little black cat who was crying just now, but now squatting on Ansier's shoulders, everyone smiled. At this time, the sound of the broadcast resounded throughout the audience, and the simulated demon hunt for several days came to an end at this moment.

The demon hunters of the major forces returned to the banquet tower one after another, and the patrolling demon hunters cleaned up the venue and counted the number of people. Ansier was the first to go back. He and his companions returned to the banquet hall accurately. The difference was that at this time he had a small black cat squatting on his shoulders.

The club began to count the hunting results. The monster corpses were marked on the field. Each demon hunter only needed to take a drop of blood from the prey and put it in one place. Because the blood of monsters is not compatible with each other, the level can also be verified based on the color of the blood. Ans Air touched it and let him find a small bucket-like milk tea cup.

Ansel: "…"

He told Vassago, in moderation! Is this called the right amount? !

His Majesty the Demon King was calm and calm, glanced at the container of the demon hunter who looked very powerful, and found that it was the size of a small soda bottle, so he quickly replaced it with a mineral water bottle, even The kitten Jasmine, who was very close to him, didn't notice it.

Jokes, his hand speed for wearing horns and contact lenses all the year round can be compared with others!

In order not to be conspicuous, he only poured half of the bottle, but even so, there was still some controversy during the inspection.

"He definitely didn't hunt him!"

A Holy Court Demon Hunter was full of indignation. He used to be the most numerous, but Ansel just beat him by a drop of blood, and he was so angry that he fell to his knees. . Sacred Demon Hunters would never believe anyone could kill so many demons in a short period of time because...because...

The Holy Court Demon Hunter's own bottle was actually given to him by many of his companions. As a very face-saving organization, the Holy Court, even the mock witch hunters at the annual meeting of the witcher club, must try their best to come out on top.

In a few days, it is absolutely impossible for one person to hunt down so many demons.

"There must be someone helping him!"

Ansier was expressionless, but nodded inwardly. That's right, it was his subordinate Vassago who helped him kill it. If he were to kill himself, even if he didn't really move with one hand, one eye and one leg, half a day would be enough for the monsters in the ruins to become extinct.

However, he won't admit it either. The relevant preventive measures have been taken long ago, and Ans Air is not afraid of questioning.

"Do you want to prove it?" He blinked, "The blood has my breath on it."

"The high-level ruling should be requested!"

The white-robed Pope glanced at himself, then at Ansier, and cleared his throat.

The Holy Court Demon Hunter immediately raised his chest, the only high-level people present were himself, and the Pope wanted to help himself!

Unexpectedly, something he never expected happened—

Shame on the Holy Court!"

The poor Holy Court Demon Hunter was completely blinded, but wasn’t this cheating method instructed by the higher-ups? Why don't you help him at all now, but scold him instead?

He doesn't understand!

The Pope's face is not good, but he has been instructed by the Angel himself, not to be the enemy of the brave Ansair!

…Obviously, Sharia knew exactly what the Holy See was, and had a strong desire to survive.

The strong desire to survive was interrupted before gaining the favor of Ansel. Ansel's eyelids twitched, and he noticed the existence of another Demon King's Crown, Theros.

Wearing the crown together, once they are close, they will be like two stars in the vast night sky, and each other can feel each other's flashing light.

For some reason, Ansel's heart suddenly became quiet.

Unexpectedly, he just mentioned the idea of ​​withdrawing to Ceros before. Ceros arranged everything so quickly and put it into action. Apart from the fact that the other party completely took his own business to heart, Ans El couldn't think of any other reason.

His hand reached into his pocket, he could not help but gently tap the magic mirror phone, blindly typed out a short sentence, and sent it.

He could send a message to Ceros with his eyes closed.

[Ansier: How fast are you. 】

His Majesty the Demon King who saw the news: "…"

"Oh, the grip strength is 500kg, 600kg, 800... Wow, Your Majesty seems to be very angry today. Although I put my hand away, I feel the strength."

"Hold it, hold it, hold it early, and die soon."

Theroth's magic mirror finished, he closed his eyes and died again.

His Majesty the Demon King was very angry.

Quick? Is he fast? ? ?

Ansier has never experienced it! Why do you say he is fast? !

His Majesty the Angry Demon King started typing like a crackling rainstorm. The central point is that Ansair should not insist on theory without practice. He can send Ansair an experience card now. It will take seven days and seven nights from now to verify whether he is fast or not!

Before Ceros's small composition was sent out, the opposite Ans El sent a message by blind typing.

[Anseir: What plan? Let me be a little ready. 】

Cerros: "…"

It turns out that "fast" refers to this.

The temper just now disappeared, His Majesty the Demon King was very cowardly, he silently deleted the small composition line by line from the input box, and then entered the plan he made in detail line by line.

[Seros: It's not difficult, you fight with me first, and I will do this and that...]

The speed at which Ansair responded to the message in seconds made Theros almost suspect that he had not read the full text above. Sure enough, his ominous premonition came true in the next second!

【Anse Er: Good! fight! 】

Only see fights!

Theroth's magic mirror felt the grip strength increased again, and he could send him away if he added more , he is expected to live!

The Mirror hummed the funeral song leisurely.

Anseyer generally understands Theros' plan, which is to fight! After the fight, Ceros helped him escape... How did he escape, wait for him to take another look...

Ansier didn't have a chance to take another look. During the confrontation with the Holy Court Demon Hunter, all the lights in the banquet hall went out, and the entire banquet tower was completely plunged into darkness. In the darkness, Joey learned the lesson from the last time, and moved closer to Ans El for the first time. At the same time, he rolled up his pants so that Ans El could pull him out.

Ansel: "…"

Don't do this! Suddenly feel uncomfortable!

In the darkness, the demon hunters of all forces were caught off guard, and suffered a dark loss when they started short-handed encounters.

In the chaos, the last man in black robes boarded the banquet hall with a happy smile on his old face.

Haha! He Westham even has today! In front of all the demon hunting forces, appear in glory and bring the deepest shock and terror!

On his chest, there are three Forbidden Curse Scrolls, which are bestowed by the devil! Looking at the world, who can be his enemy at this moment? !

"Don't be afraid everyone! Keep calm, we'll turn on the lights right now!"

With a shout, Westham laughed. The people in the secret meeting have cut off the power of the entire tower, there will be no electricity, and naturally the lights cannot be turned on. And the banquet hall is so big, a few weak illumination techniques can't illuminate all of them, what about turning on the lights...

In the dark and noisy crowd, there was a sudden sound of "boarding" when the switch was pressed!

"Haha! I knew I should bring this, it's right to bring this!"

Joey gave himself a thumbs up and Rhine held the-

A giant flashlight with forty-eight lamp beads.

Isn't that much better than Illumination?

The light shines directly on Westham, bathed in the blinding light, Westham's expression is numb, just like the unlucky man who was suddenly blinded by the high beam while driving at night driver.

The strong light came too suddenly, brighter than ten advanced lighting spells, Westham was originally a cool debut, but he was suddenly flashed like this, and the two lines of tears were finally uncontrollable Stop, slowly dripping from the eye socket.

He was in tears in full view.

This moment, for tonight's action…

Westham suddenly had a pessimistic feeling.

The author has something to say:

Anse: Fight! fight! I love fighting! Loved the fight with Ceros!

Cerros:…

I didn't know if it was sad or happy for a while.