MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 114

After delivering the cross-domain courier to Ceros, Ans Air finished the breakfast and went back to busy business.

During the time he left the Demon World, although he was quickly connected to a temporary channel, he could handle government affairs, but his control over the homeland eventually declined. The intelligence department tempered by Fuya has collected some things. All kinds of evidence show that almost the same day that Ansi Er lost news in the seventh abyss, the demon lords of the Eastern Territory quietly became active.

Send eye waves to each other, connect with each other, and then grit their teeth in secret communication to pray that Ansel will never come back.

…not coming back is impossible.

His Majesty the Demon King's eyes were cold, and he was ready to settle accounts after the fall.

The demon lords who make Ansair a headache, their power and wealth are concentrated in many important areas of the Eastern Region, such as magic energy industry, daily magic props brands, etc. These fields play a pivotal role in the development of the entire Eastern Region, and if they are taken carelessly, it is easy to cause confusion.

Originally, Ansair didn't have a particularly good way to deal with these big lords, so he planned to wear them a little bit, but this time he went to the human world and went around, Ansair suddenly had better idea.

Energy? Daily use?

Coincidentally, he just learned some new technologies in the human world, and Amon is researching this kind of thing.

The nib of the devil swiped across the document, and signed his name and opinion slickly. The clerk came in, gathered up the signed documents, and prepared them for distribution. If it is dispatched to some remote corners of the Eastern Region, the process will probably take several days, and we have tried our best to speed it up.

…After all, everything in the Eastern Region is in vain, and the supporting facilities in remote areas are not yet complete.

His Majesty the Demon King began to think about the signal base station of the Human World and the pair of super-fast twins. This is sent to a remote area to follow up on infrastructure construction, and can I call back and forth on the same day, and report the progress of the work to him every day?

While Ansair was thinking of a better future, a magic mirror communication came in, Ansair picked up the document while signing the document, listened for a few seconds, and smiled.

"Invite him in."

The president of the Poisonous Dessert Research Association finally waited for His Majesty to return. This is already the thirty-seventh time he has asked to see him. However, Ans Air did not meet the other party to discuss the new poisonous desserts. The chairman who loves poisonous desserts actually has another position attached to him.

—President of the Eastern Region Alchemist Mutual Aid Association.

***

The twin fallen angels were already wearing heavy shackles, and were escorted by monsters to the depths of the ground. Bailey looked very unconvinced. She wanted to argue with the monster who was escorting her several times, but Al was beside her and gently tugged at the corner of her sister's clothes. Bailey pursed her lips and stopped talking.

The twins were mercilessly thrown into the water prison. Because the magic was restricted, Bailey almost choked on the water and supported Al.

The Council of Silence is a council that advocates equality between different races. There was no such cruel facility. After the monsters took control of the council, it took a few days to dig out the water prison. This place is poured into a layer of lake water, the height is about the waist of an adult, and after the magic is banned, it is soaked in the water, and the physical exertion every minute and every second will be very considerable.

The water was so deep that it even submerged to the chest for a child like Gemini. The monsters bound them tightly, and then left the cell.

"Cough cough!" Bailey finally had a chance to speak, she looked at Al puzzled, "Al, why did you plead guilty? Obviously as long as you explain a little more, you can..."

They position themselves as eloquent jesters, who can always coax the monster emperor who is very similar to human thinking very happy. Like this failure, although it is serious, Bailey is confident that she and Al will not be punished too much. How can it be like this...

The monster emperor was furious and began to question their loyalty, so the twins were imprisoned. I didn't even say when to release it, it's all a good thing that Al has done!

Al has a face full of love.

"Bailey, do you think the Council of Silence is the hero's opponent?" Al asked in pain, Bailey froze for a moment, and shook her head honestly.

"Definitely not an opponent!" She said decisively, "That hard-hearted and versatile hero will definitely drain the water in the dark lake and throw us on the shore to dry the fish!"

Like he was mad, grabbing the little wings of the two and touching the two!

Looking at all monsters and alien races, I am afraid that only the monster emperor can fight against the hero, but Bailey also believes that the white-haired hero will definitely use all kinds of cruel and inhuman means, and in the end the emperor is just a big dead fish That's it.

"So, Bailey." Al still had a heavy expression on his face, "Our identities will definitely be exposed, and the brave will definitely chase after them. At that time, if he found out that we were still the emperor of monsters Work hard and fight against him..."

Berry has been scared to cry, her psychological shadow is so big!

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu00 said. Now, now that we’re here, we won’t help the emperor anymore. He won’t beat us again, will he?”

"We're just poor losers now, probably not anymore!"

"Good! Good! Then I love being here!"

The light is dim, the water temperature is cool, and there are carnivorous fish swimming over to shave their dead skin; if you feel bored, you can dive, you can grab the chain on your wrist and play a water swing, and from time to time there are Miserable moans as accompaniment...it's really good here! I love it here!

"But Al."

Belli suddenly lowered her head, her long curly hair fluttered in the water, and her sleep reflected her depressed expression.

"We lost power, the house built at the witch's assembly must be gone, is it okay?"

Al looked very calm, he looked into his sister's eyes and said softly.

"Belli, that house is not really a home, we all know that."

Although they really took care to decorate that house as their permanent residence. But the situation of being alone in the crowd has not changed from beginning to end, and the two little monsters only hold each other's hands. Bailey asked Al, who was playing with bulging face and spitting bubbles in the water.

"Al, you said, will there be such a place..."

"I don't care about identity, race, age, everyone knows and laughs equally. Don't have to worry about being watched in a strange way, and don't have to worry about being alienated from the conversation...that way The place."

Al thought about it seriously.

"I think so."

"Me too!"

"Better have some more flowers."

"Have a lot of flowers! A sea of ​​flowers!"

"And, um, a palace? A beautiful palace!"

"Are we still playing with the white-haired hero, he's so scary..."

"But he is so good-looking, he must match the sea of ​​flowers and the palace very well."

Belli hesitated, gritted her teeth.

"As long as he doesn't beat me, I'm willing to put him in the palace on the sea of ​​flowers!"

"What are you doing in the palace..."

"Well, well, what's it like being king?"

"Okay! The hero is king! And love us the most!"

"Yes yes yes!"

***

In the banquet tower of the Witcher Club, the atmosphere in the conference hall was a little heavy.

The Holy See Pope secretly sent a message to the Holy See, and then returned to the conference table.

The silver-haired girl supported her head with one hand, holding her long hair in her hand, looking anxious and annoyed. She was looking at several strongholds obtained by interrogating the secret society members overnight. Maybe the hero was taken there, and the witcher had already been sent there. Sylvia held a faint hope, hoping to find Ansair directly in these strongholds.

Counting the gains and losses of this turmoil can't be considered a balance. Although they caught the people of the secret meeting, including Westham, the leader of the secret meeting who had been making waves in the dark for decades, Westham's mouth was tighter than a clam shell, and he just murmured blindly, saying that he had already Understand the true meaning of the forbidden mantra.

The forbidden spell was too powerful, and Sylvia had to ask the sage Anthony, who also mastered the forbidden spell, to take care of her.

In addition, the Witcher Club got back the... magic sword this time. Once upon a time, Luther was strictly guarded as a holy sword and did not dare to make any omissions. However, fate made people, in the end, Luther was actually a magic sword.

There are high-level opinions that the magic sword should be sealed immediately, because it is an evil sword and will harm human beings. In this regard, several people headed by Joey firmly opposed it. They showed the high-level spikes that stood on the hilt of the sword. The spikes were constructed at this position. It can be seen that Luther had their hearts on them and was unwilling to be used by the devil.

Perhaps in the fight the night before, Luther's spikes also helped to interfere with the demon, and now I recall that the demon did change hands several times in the middle.

…Anse Er also seems to change hands frequently, as if the holy sword is a hot potato.

So, the magic sword was not sealed, but it was temporarily placed properly and guarded by a special person.

Catch the top, get the magic sword, but lose the brave...

Too bad.

Sylvia hadn't slept for several days, she put down the information in her hand and took a deep breath.

"The rescue of the Silent Council is urgent. As Gleyan said, quite a number of unwilling Council members are being tortured by monsters, and some have even been thrown into water prisons, and will soon be will perish."

"However, on the side of the brave Ans El, we have to send more people to search..."

Only relying on the witcher club, there are not so many people at all, Sylvia tried to seek some foreign aid, such as the Holy Court. But last time in the town's witch hunt, Ans Air had a conflict with the Holy Court, refused to be called, and finally inexplicably evaporated a itinerant bishop... The Holy Court may still remember this hatred.

Sure enough, the Holy See Pope frowned slightly.

Of course, the Pope has taken into account the importance that angels place on the brave, but when he thinks about it, this emphasis is more like seeing the heart of a hunter, and it will not be too serious. Of course, it is necessary to save, but it is not their Holy Court that is anxious. Maybe they can take this opportunity to ask for some benefits from the Witcher Club.

This is what the superior should consider, the exchange of interests.

After the message was sent, it was like a rock sinking into the sea, and Lord Angel did not respond at all, which further confirmed the Pope's guess.

It's just a joy to see.

"The Holy See can certainly help, but only at the cost..."

The Pope said slowly, Sylvia frowned, but nodded reluctantly.

"Naturally, thank you for disregarding the past, and the Witcher Club will definitely pay the Holy Court's satisfaction."

[…paid? 】

A voice sounded from the void, and everyone in the field immediately froze, and immediately protected the principals of all forces. The voice that suddenly sounded was cold and arrogant, with a slight trembling, not like sadness, but like...

Furious!

[Pay? 】The voice sneered, 【Pope of the Holy See, Ansair, the one I care about, was kidnapped, but how much do you need to pay for rescue before talking to someone? 】

The Pope's complexion suddenly changed, turning pale, he heard who the owner of the voice was.

To the Holy See—

The angel.

The lingering sound of the voice in the void is still there, and an incandescent light accompanied by a thunderous explosion swept from the distant sky! The clouds rolled, and the banquet tower was gusting, everyone stood up, and their pupils were almost burned by the incoming light.

The light reached the banquet tower, the storm subsided, but still manic. The dustless boots fell to the ground for the first time, and the holy six wings were brilliant. The visitor raised his azure blue pupils, and his pupils were full of sharp rebukes.

In front of this angry angel, the Pope's legs softened, and he immediately knelt down and prostrate.

"Lord Sharia..."

A light instantly overturned him, the Pope had no resistance, swallowed the blood in his mouth, gritted his teeth and knelt down again, not even daring to make a sound.

"Just now, I really wanted to kill you." The angel said coldly, "Ansi Er was kidnapped by the demon king, such a big event, the news you gave me is so delayed."

Stupid humans! He had said earlier that all matters concerning Ans Aier, no matter how big or small, should be reported to him as soon as possible! He just debugged the puppet at the convenience store. If he knew the news at the first time, at least he could... at least...

Sharia gritted her teeth.

His companion, the weak angel who has not awakened, falls into the hands of the devil, how afraid!

Thinking of what could happen, Sharia's eyes began to redden with anger and worry.

Levy, the Devil of the Southern Region—

He will kill him!

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