MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 110

The attack of the Secret Society created some confusion at first, but the confusion was soon suppressed. The black-robed people who were like crows were suppressed by the demon hunters of the major forces present. Even if the secret meeting had a deep background, there were three major forces here, and there were many excellent demon hunters who did not belong to the forces.

The old man in the white robe frowned slightly under the support of the members of the Holy Court. He didn't understand why Westham chose to start tonight, because he thought he didn't die fast enough?

Once the operation is improper, the secret society will accumulate for many years and will be completely destroyed tonight.

Westham seemed to be calm. After the situation fell into a disadvantage, he locked on the top demon hunters with the strongest combat power. With a flick of his wrist, the magic scroll emitted a strong light, a Spiritual magic suddenly opened. Those powerful demon hunters still have room to maneuver even in the face of the Six Light Wheel Magic, and now they have fallen to the ground in an instant!

The spirit magic has not dissipated, like a ghost, wandering in the field.

The Holy See's Pope's face was tense, could it be...

Sure enough, Westham laughed.

"How powerful is the forbidden spell?"

This is a powerful scroll given by the devil to the secret society. As long as you hold one, you can run wild in the human world. And for tonight's action, the devil generously gave Westem three more scrolls!

[Tonight, I will take away the brave. 】

The devil's voice was cold, and Westham knelt below, his heart was surging.

Take the brave! What a slap in the face of those demon hunters! He just likes to see the dumbfounded and powerless faces of those who claim to be righteous.

However, Westham didn't know that the devil had something to say.

…Remove inventory by the way.

Theros thought flatly.

Who would have thought that there were still three such **** in his space ring? He thought that the seven-light wheel scroll that he gave to Westham before was all... This kind of low-efficiency scroll should not exist in the space ring of the great demon.

Forbidden!

Most of the demon hunters present changed their expressions, and they knew exactly what that meant.

The Holy See Pope's expression changed several times, as if he was weighing. His eyes moved around, and for some reason, Sylvia, who had always been there on time, was not there, nor was the interim Speaker of the Silent Council, Grayyan, which made him have some guesses. The Pope looked at another member of the Council of Silence, the young man who had come with Grayyan.

"...Call me?" Baimon smiled, "Ask the interim speaker? I don't know where he is. Earlier, Miss Sylvia came to look for him, and he took me away. already."

Bai Meng's tone was sincere, but perfunctory. Compared with other demons, Baimeng is the type who can establish a good relationship with humans, but only he knows the true meaning of this good relationship. He has existed for as long as Astaroth in the Western Regions, and his mind is more complicated and difficult to discern, as if he doesn't care about anything at all.

Only Ansair and Eastern Region are special cases.

Sylvia and Grayyan were absent, the Pope's expression was unpredictable, he tried to find the white-haired hero in the chaotic scene, but failed. The situation was urgent, and he finally made up his mind to reveal the long-hidden trump card of the Holy Court.

—that is a sage who has survived for more than five hundred years, and is also the singer of forbidden spells.

—Sage Anthony!

"Antony the Sage!" the Pope exclaimed, "The Holy See allows the liberation of the Forbidden Spell to deal with the present sinister situation!"

The sage heard the words, held the wooden staff tightly, and lowered his eyelashes slightly.

“…Yes.”

The two Forbidden Spells collided in the hall and canceled. Amid the violent wind pressure, Ansair stuck his head out from the stairs. He only left for a short while, and he also kept an eye on the movement of the hall at all times. There would be no problem. He actually left to find Ceros.

Theros said he was going to fight him, which made him anxious.

Hit! how so slow! Very impatient!

The timing of his emergence was just right. After Anthony used the forbidden spell, his magic power was depleted and he was breathing. After the initial frown, Westham relaxed again. He opened the wide sleeves of his black robe and showed a strange smile.

"You think I only have one scroll?"

He showed three scrolls, and the Holy See Pope suddenly lost his voice.

"It's impossible!"

One is luck, but Westham has three! Three scrolls means three instant forbidden spells, unless the angels come to bless the human beings, or Westham... I am afraid that he is invincible in the human world.

Where is the hero? So far, no one can stop Westham except the brave.

"The Brave Ansel!"

The Pope found Ans Air standing at the entrance of the stairs, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

Draw the holy sword!

Unexpectedly, the white-haired hero gave him a cool look, which made the Pope suddenly think, as if...

Because of its arrogant attitude, the Holy Court had a relationship with the brave.

Pope: “…”

I regret it!

Ansier didn't care too much about the Pope, the little black cat rubbed his calf, his eyes were shining when he looked up, and Joey also came to him.

"The electric switch has been completely destroyed and cannot be repaired in the short term." Ansier said succinctly, "But the good news is that there are almost no enemies below, so we just need to deal with the enemies here. "

He made a reasonable explanation for his leaving just now, and then he smiled at the tense Westham.

"You should have considered me when you made your plan?"

Anseir drew his holy sword, his white hair fell, and the loose braids swayed by his side. He walked towards Westham step by step, with the strongest deterrent in the Human World.

"There is still warmth on the edge of my holy sword."

The white-haired hero said.

Westham hardly dared to look at those sunset-colored pupils, he resisted the desire to step back, thinking about the master's plan. Although the current situation has been mentioned in the plan, but actually facing the brave, Westem still feels that his back is bent by an invisible force.

Too powerful.

But Westham didn't know that the so-called "residual warmth" was not a metaphor at all, but the truth. The holy sword is not compatible with Ansel, and it is overloaded and scalded again and again. The fighting intent in his eyes was more of impatience. Ansier wanted to fight Theros too much!

The light of the holy sword overwhelmed Westham, and the three scrolls disintegrated. Ansier narrowed his eyes and was about to knock Westham and the unlucky ghost next to him from the banquet tower. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, he immediately retreated, raised the holy sword to protect him, and the sword was sharp. A little bit of Mars bursts out between the intersections!

Although he retreated temporarily, Ansel's eyes were brighter than ever.

Here!

The black light overflows, showing a completely different tone from the holy sword. The man holding the black sword covered his face with a cloak, revealing only a stern chin. After he and Ansair fought with two swords, they each retreated cautiously. Westem escaped from death. Before he could get up from the ground, he sat down on the ground and shouted excitedly.

"Your Excellency, you are finally here!"

The demon of the secret faith! Demons who can use magic swords!

Of course, Ansair recognized it was Ceros at a glance. For some reason, he suddenly had a strange feeling—

If he hadn't stepped through the door leading to the demon world that day, he and Theros would have faced off on completely opposite positions as they are now.

But it's just a feeling, it's an imagination, he and Theros are now fellow demon kings.

Sacred Sword Joey turned into a sword and also has his own consciousness. Looking at the magic sword wrapped in black light on the opposite side, a sense of familiarity haunts his mind, and a terrible conjecture floats in his heart.

[Road… Luther? 】

[Joey! 】

Luther's consciousness burst into tears in another sword. Of course he was very happy to see his friend, but at the moment he was more worried.

[Run! This man wants to be bad for Ansel, and I'm trying to help you stall for time! 】

Procrastinating… time?

Anseyer was a little puzzled, he tipped the holy sword in his hand because it was too hot. He suddenly discovered that Theros on the opposite side also performed the same action, but he saw that Theros clearly hadn't input power to the magic sword yet?

Cerros: "…"

Who knows the pain of holding sea urchins?

He has taken measures very hard to make the black thorns that exploded on the sword disappear, barely keeping the surface beautiful. But in places that others can't see, yes, the handle gripped at the hilt of the sword, Luther retained his last stubbornness.

So Ceros is fighting with a sea urchin!

Both holding swords, both in pain. Ansel was scalded, Ceros was stabbed.

Ansier and Joey got along well, and the heat resistance of each other has made great progress in many uses, so he fights more and more bravely, while the magic sword Luther does not stop Make trouble and try to help a friend.

Cerros: "…"

It hurts! It takes Ansair to blow to get up!

The two who were fighting with strength still destroyed the banquet hall uncontrollably. Anthony and Rhine hid in the corner against the table, with a cat's head in the middle. A spinning paper cup was torn apart by the strong wind and slapped over, slapped the kitten's face with a slap, and slapped Jasmine loudly.

Anthony muttered.

"Is this a warrior-level battle...Is the other sword a magic sword..."

Rhine's expression darkened.

"It was a grim battle, both of them had very determined expressions, and they were no match for it."

Two Demon Kings with resolute expressions: "…"

It hurts!

It was Luther who played a big role, his thorns were too thorny, Ansi Er seized the opportunity and dragged the huge tail of light with a sword! Ceros, who had let go of the sea, did not resist too much, pretending to stagger a few steps, the black cloak fluttered, and fell to the outside of the banquet hall.

—The brave conquered the forces of darkness.

It's like an old fairy tale.

Westham was stunned, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief, unable to understand. In Westham's heart, how powerful the demons are, and they also got the magic sword, why did they lose to the brave?

"It's over."

Anseyer turned around with his sword in hand, facing his comrades, with the other hand brushing the loose white hair from his shoulders at will. He let go, the holy sword fell to the ground and turned into a human form, Joey gasped for breath, his legs softened and he almost knelt down on one knee, but it was Ansier who helped him.

It was used twice in one day, both of which were used strongly, and Joey's body couldn't bear it. But he didn't take a break for the first time, but after a while, he waved at Ansier and walked towards the magic sword that was thrown on the other side.

The magic sword turned out to be Luther. It must have suffered a lot when it fell into the hands of the secret society during this time. At the critical moment, I always wanted to protect their friends...

Joey was really moved.

Ansier fell into deep thought, uh, is this the end? Is this the script Ceros prepared? But he finished this script, why hasn't he escaped... Wait!

Anselm was terrified.

It wouldn't be because he was too ruthless, he just beat Ceros away!

No!

The brave man's companions have already started running towards the victorious brave man, and everyone has a look of reassurance on their faces. The little black cat Jasmine runs especially fast, she happily "meow meow" Run to Ansel.

Ansel is amazing! When I go back, I will teach Jasmine to sew!

Suddenly, the happy expression on Jasmine’s kitten’s face froze, and everyone’s expressions froze. Time seems to be slowing down, and the joy on everyone's face is transitioning to fear.

Rhein screamed!

"Ansel! Get out of the way!"

It's too late.

The white-haired hero slowly turned his head to the side, and in his sunset-colored pupils, the jagged horns and wide bat wings under the grand silver moon were reflected—

Demon.

The demon embraced the white-haired hero from behind, his bat wings folded toward the center, and locked like a cage. Ans El only felt Ceros's arm wrapping around his waist, and after a brief tightening, he restrained and relaxed, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable. Ceros raised his index finger with his other hand and pressed it lightly on his lips, making a somewhat ambiguous gesture of silence.

"Shh."

The Demon King whispered in his ear.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

Anseyer's hand that wanted to beat the opponent was settled down, he didn't resist, he only felt that his waist was tight, and he was directly taken off the tower by the demon and fell into the boundless night .

The demon's wings flapped powerfully, and it was not difficult to carry Ansel.

"It's pretty real." Ansier commented with a smile, "The expression you just made almost made me think you really wanted to take me."

The vertical pupil of the demon king Mo Lan flickered slightly.

He did not choose to take up the subject.

On the banquet tower, the room was full of chaos and silence. Westham remained in a sitting position. Tonight, his mood was ups and downs, joy and sorrow, and his old heart was devastated, but his quick-acting heart-saving pills had long been lost.

Looking at the stunned crowd, Westham suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahahahaha!" His facial features were all twisted with laughter, "The devil took the hero!"

Westham enjoyed it, and what had just happened was just too much to his liking.

As expected of the devil! He can easily do what he can't do!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha?"

“…”

Westham laughed wildly for a while, then slowly silenced.

Westham found the problem.

The leader of the secret society looked at the angry demon hunters who surrounded him. He and the members of the secret society were all surrounded, shivering, like a flock of weak and helpless little quails.

Westham: "…"

Die!

The devil only captured the brave, not them!

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Westham: The smile fades away.jpg

False Demon: Catch the Princess.

Real Demons: Catch the Brave.

The Real Demon Theros: Catch Ansel! !