MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 157

Just as Sharia couldn't hold back and tried to offer that quid pro quo, he felt himself being held down lightly.

—Uriel held him down.

Uriel has been consul for longer, more mature and more stable. He obviously knew what kind of quid pro quo would be proposed by Shalia, but this matter should not be rushed. Judging from Ans El's appearance, he knew that this proposal would definitely be refuted mercilessly.

And as companions, they must not recklessly reveal each other's identities when Anseir was still the Demon King. When an angel became a demon king, Uriel knew very well how much backlash it would cause when it was exposed.

Ansier didn't know the entanglement and forbearance of the two consuls in front of him. He was folding the little frog under the table. Also happy.

The little frog jumped for a while, was caught by another demon king, wrote a few words lightly, and put it back in Ansel's hand.

Between the meeting, Ans Air glanced at the back of the paper origami frog, which had the name of a restaurant written on it, and an onomatopoeia representing eating at the end.

【Mia! 】

He understood in seconds, and happily ticked the little frog's back.

With the talks coming to an end and a few more things agreed upon, the more mature Uriel thought it was time. After such a long meeting, Tianjie wanted to show that he had let go of everything and was willing to cooperate. It was a logical thing to have a dinner party.

There is a 30% chance that the two demon kings will accept their invitation out of consideration of the relationship between the two worlds.

However…

The two devil kings who are passing the paper origami frog and can't wait to draw up the dinner menu: "..."

Da Baa.

I have an appointment.

Failed to make an appointment, watching the two demon kings leave hand in hand sweetly, Sharia is used to it, and her face is numb. Fortunately, the circle on his head has grown back now, otherwise it must have fallen and hit him on the head again because of this huge setback.

This time, it was Shariah to comfort Uriel. He kept patting his companion on the back and listening to his companion hugging his head and muttering to himself.

"Uriel, I thought you were very stable."

Uriel holding his head: "...Do you think it's possible?"

"Only when we get to the bottom of the matter are we qualified to stand in front of him." Sharia whispered, "It's like the relevant report of Belial that was presented to us at the beginning. , just saying that he is nostalgic for the human world and does not want to return. Why did Ans El leave the heavenly world to go to the devil world? Before this meeting, I also found out the key points."

He saw his companion raised his head, and continued.

"In the records of the heavens, it is said that it committed suicide in fear of sin, and the body has been buried in the grave of an angel... These are things that I have personally confirmed."

Ullil was horrified.

"But he's still alive..."

"Yes." Sharia lowered her eyes, "Which link is the problem, is the main angel who is directly responsible for us being deceived, or the main angel has a problem, both are Possibly, if it's the latter..."

He spat out words that terrified Uriel.

"Uriel, how long have your eyes and my heart been deceived?"

The heavy atmosphere permeated the two consuls, and it did not dissipate until they returned to the heaven. Shalia has not slept for several days, and Uriel is the same. Since Shalia is investigating everywhere, he will take care of other affairs, but the bad news is still coming.

Remüller's communication directly hit Sharia's light mirror, and even forgot his respect for the consul, after working overtime and staying up all night to study, his temper was extremely irritable, and his research Those results...

"Your Excellency Sharia, if you have time, please come to the Planetary Bookstore. I'm waiting here in the White Tower of the Bookstore. There are some things that must be met." Remiller pressed Getting angry, he pressed his stomach aching, only to realize that he hadn't eaten normally for a long time.

The physique of angels is far superior to that of humans, but there are limits.

Remüller's White Tower of the Bookstore is his own private research room, and usually no one is allowed to enter, especially when he receives a top-secret mission. Originally, he had an alchemy assistant who reminded him to take care of him, but he didn't know when, the assistant had no power and shut down.

In the Demon World, the alchemist Amon, who has completed the research mission of the Human World, is half-vacation and half-work. He is prone to forget the time when he is studying. Alchemy assistant.

[The little assistant poked you. 】

In the body of the little assistant, there came the voice specially recorded by Ans Air.

"Amon, eat."

The alchemist held the semi-finished product in his hand, struggled with the desire to procrastinate, and then went out without hesitation.

Your Majesty called me to eat!

The alchemist of the head of the crow ran to eat, the little assistant put the eggs and vegetables on the table, and then cleaned up the plate after eating, urging the alchemist to walk around the room for a few times Circle, and then slide the roller to the corner of the wall, charging and standby.

The whole process of Ans El voice, the alchemist can't refuse!

The White Pagoda of the Book Pavilion, Remiller had already drank a bottle of cold recovery potion, and he was still unwell, but he was able to speak calmly. He re-transcribed the research report in advance, and made it into a manuscript that a consul who was not so proficient in alchemy could understand.

Usually, I threw the messy notes directly to His Majesty's Amon to drink tea quietly.

His Majesty's level is placed there, horizontal and vertical can be understood.

"As the two of you see, this creature has celestial characteristics, such as extremely powerful self-healing ability and blessing ability." Remiller's tone was indifferent, he flipped through the report and continued to add, " Also, there are some substances in this creature that cannot be studied, and after analysis, they do not belong to our world."

In a short period of time, Remiller could not do too detailed work, and he also noticed the reproduction and evolution ability of this creature.

At the end of the report, he was almost questioning, as an alchemist.

"What are these? How many?"

Once there are too many of these creatures, with their terrifying ability to reproduce, the heavens will soon be over.

The two consuls fell silent.

Are you dying?

Although the anger is not in the same place, Remiller still has his heart towards the heavens. By himself, even if he is exhausted, his efficiency will not be much higher. He needs a partner who is quite like-minded, or an assistant who can stand alone.

"I need assistance." He said bluntly, "I need an assistant with a certain alchemy foundation, preferably someone who can make some achievements in potion and life alchemy."

Salia almost immediately thought of Mayfair, the angel who holds the key to the prison.

However, the invitation sent by the consul himself was politely declined, on the grounds that he did not have such a high level of alchemy skills, and the consul was asked to find another brilliant.

After declining the Archon's invitation, Angel Mayfair sat alone in that cell.

She didn't know why the consul came to the prison on a whim, maybe it was for this moment, to get closer, to be able to make an invitation to her at this moment.

Mayfair did not want to guess any more, the pair of corona pupils reflected the wind and snow outside the small window, extremely brilliant. But no one knew that these eyes were once dimmed. In the years of existence as an alien and a broken product, only an angel had ever held her hand and led her through the darkness.

The angel is dead.

From then on, she has a...

Fantasy no more.

Because the healing angel Mayfair was unwilling to be called, Sharia had to choose a few more loyal angels, and then returned to the heaven with a tired face. There was a blazing fire burning his heart all the time, so he would only take a small rest, and then he would go to the outer world with Uriel again.

Not cute, not dependent, Sharia now seems to understand the meaning of the cry.

"You're actually scolding us."

The Archon said softly.

Golden Bird: "…"

He knows!

In the insults of "tweet", Sharia closed her eyes and saw the relief of the toast together in a dream, the angels on both sides were full of sorrow, the angel in the center...

disappeared.

***

Frog jump!

The two full-fledged demon kings were playing a boring game. Ansair folded the little frogs, and Ceros was in charge of coloring them. Soon there were a bunch of green little frogs. This activity is childish and fun, and the two of them had a lot of fun.

"I didn't expect you to come, wouldn't it be better for me to come?"

Cerros paints a paper frog with dark green ripples.

"They come two, you are alone, I don't worry."

Anse Er said warmly.

The Demon King's eyes were also very soft, he looked at the colored paper frog in his hand, and bounced it to Ansel.

"You're already brave."

Ansier understood what he meant and lowered his eyes slightly.

"Give me some more time...Speaking of which, how did you see it?"

Cerros smiled.

"You always like to solve problems through dialogue, just like between you and me. If everyone is like you, there will be many less misunderstandings between the Three Realms. But you refuse to talk to me. Communication with the celestial consul."

Ansier played with the frog, and his thoughts drifted away.

"I'm just a little concerned."

Although I don't hate it much now, I'm sure I don't want to approach it. Ansier even worried that the heavens would affect his life in the demon world. He must stay in the demon world for a long time, so he must not admit his identity as an angel.

—Only a demon can be a demon king.

This is the truth.

"It seems that the consul didn't know about your exile." Theros was actually puzzled by this, "As a leader, do you care? What kind of system is it?"

Ans El couldn't help laughing. Finally, the knowledgeable Ceros encountered a knowledge blind spot.

"You don't know that. The system of the heavens is very strange. The consuls hang in the sky and only deal with the affairs reported by the main angel."

"What about those who don't report?"

"The main angels handle it themselves. Their authority is very large, and their loyalty is not comparable to the demon lords of the demon world."

In fact, the system of heaven is somewhat similar to the current situation of Ansair, the difference is that he has precious memories with each minister, and understands the past and ideals of the ministers, so he can trust them wholeheartedly . The consuls of the heavens may not necessarily understand every main angel.

Theros frowned deeply, thinking that this was indeed a system that the special race of angels could come up with, but at the same time felt unreliable. Even in the most ideal situation, the angel is 100% selfless and absolutely loyal, but if a bad date is mixed in, the whole pot of porridge will be ruined.

Not to mention, 100% without selfishness. I am afraid that if you are not living in a dream, God will have selfishness, not to mention angels.

He thought and spoke slowly.

"The main angel who exiled you, will it be an inner ghost?"

Think about it from another perspective. If Theros is an inner ghost and wants to disrupt the heavens, the first thing he has to do is to shovel out a powerful and sober angel like Ansel. After shoveling a lot, isn't Heaven still letting him do whatever he wants?

Ansier was slightly startled, he didn't think so, because the heaven is a group decision, the final executor is not necessarily the source, and framed and executed, isn't it easy to expose ? What's more, the main angel, Ans El had met when he was a child, watching him go from ordinary angel to archangel, and then to the main angel.

Among them, more than a thousand years.

With such a long lifespan, the layout of monsters in the heavens may start earlier."

Anse Elton was horrified, while Ceros continued.

"Furthermore, for an angel like you who may change the future of the heavens, you should no longer consider the issue of whether it will be revealed. If you don't get rid of you, the monster will fail sooner or later, and he will die sooner or later."

The Demon King sighed deeply.

"Anseier, you don't know how dazzling you are."

"If it were me, I would definitely watch you walk to death and make sure you never come back. If I can't send you to death, with blood on my hands, I will definitely kill you kill."

Ansier has accepted his assumption and said softly.

"But I won't sit still, exile is okay, if I really want to do it... I will fight to the death."

In a desperate fight, kill the main angel on the spot, and then fight back to the heaven. Although he is weak, if he is lucky enough, he may be able to rush to the supreme sky and directly hit the consul.

Then, she was recognized as a companion on the spot, and naturally became one of the three rulers.

Although he holds a scepter, he has no relatives and friends; although he has great power, he has no warmth.

The Demon King also foresaw such a development, and his voice was very soft and pitiful.

"If you were the king of angels, Ans El, what would you do?"

Theros saw that the sunset-colored vertical pupils flickered slightly, and the war angel paused every word, outlining another trajectory of destiny, with an expression close to that of the seventh abyss front. Ross describes the burning ideal of devotion.

"If I were the king of angels..."

"In extraordinary times, power must be centralized... Heaven doesn't need three consuls, just me; above the sea of ​​​​clouds, only my voice is allowed."

"Then, Ceros, we'll meet again."

Anseer's sunset eyes suddenly burst into a smile, melting the haze.

"But I won't be like this..."

"Always want to be with you."