MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 5

"No, wait a minute." Ansel did not let this matter go directly, "I want to break through the desire of the Supreme Heaven..."

Unfortunately, His Majesty's defense was interrupted.

"Your Majesty! The chief of the rock demon clan fought with the chief of the flame demon!"

Ansi Er had a headache, and the fight between the two patriarchs was no joke, no one but the Demon King could stop him. He got up immediately and hurried to the door, where Vassago was waiting nervously.

"Your Majesty..." Vassago fish eyes were full of worry.

"I know that the troops mobilized from various places in the past few days are gathering in Suberbian City. It is inevitable that conflicts will arise. I will go there immediately." Ans Air said, he did not forget before leaving The so-called "wish" thing, after delaying for a few seconds, turned his head and said to Andre seriously.

"Break through the sky...I don't have that desire."

This explanation should be fine, Ans El said, unconsciously grabbing the thin black gold chain hanging from his wrist and twisting it. Andre's eyes focused there, and at this moment, he seemed to receive some strange radio waves again.

The mouth was saying something of denial, but he touched the black gold chain...

He understood again.

Suberbian City is still very weak, and is not even qualified to share that grand vision with His Majesty. His Majesty is not denying that wish, but gently slowing them down, putting the realization of this wish after being strong enough.

What kindness!

Every day for three hundred years, every day, His Majesty deepens his reverence for him. Andre bowed deeply and sent Ansier away respectfully. When the footsteps of the Demon King completely disappeared, he slowly raised his head and supported the mirror.

Andre glanced arrogantly at the phoenix happily nibbling on a piece of fragrant wood on the sycamore wooden frame, so close to His Majesty, yet so far away, stupid bird, only knows to eat fragrant wood every day .

Fini: "...?"

He suddenly wanted to fight Andre.

***

The devil is a brick, and where to move it. When the brick does not move, there are other building materials such as cement, sand, etc. that come to the door on their own initiative to combine and solve the problem.

Anseyer wrote metaphors in his head with bitterness, he can't even go back to his room to rest tonight, but will directly board the car and make full use of the night time to travel. By dawn the next day, it is estimated that he will be able to reach the boundary of the seventh abyss.

In the past few days, he was too tired to scold Ceros.

Under Shaq's command, he prepared things that His Majesty the Demon King might use on his journey.

"I will also handle the official business during the itinerary and send it back through the Internet. During the time I left, Andre, my prime minister..."

He turned around, and Andre's figure was reflected in the sunset-colored eyes.

"The internal affairs of Suberbian City are entrusted to you."

The dark blue-haired big devil immediately bowed deeply.

"I will do my best, Your Majesty."

"Vassago."

Anseyer called again, and the salted fish director immediately moved sideways at a sprint speed of 100 meters.

"Your Majesty!"

Anseir smiled, this is a rare moment of gentle expression for His Majesty the Demon King.

"Keep your home."

The Palace of the Demon King is the home of Ansel and a group of close officials.

The salted fish burst into tears.

"No problem! Your Majesty!"

Anseyer rubbed Plulu's head again, the pink jelly-like mass that became pinker because of shyness, or blushed because the military spending problem was solved. Ansier felt a soft tentacle poking into his palm and stuffed a gold coin into it.

Brulu still tried to stuff all of his private treasury to His Majesty the Demon King who was going to travel far away, this time, Ansair accepted it.

It is the lucky gold coin that Bulul gave him, I hope he can touch Bulul's fortune and make a fortune this time.

I carry the magic mirror with me, and the phoenix stands on my shoulders, making sure that nothing is wrong. The Demon King's white hair swayed and he pushed open the last door of his residence.

Going down the wide stairs, walking across the waving grand ceremony road, Ansel boarded the car on the square in front of the Devil's Palace. The frame pulled by the eight nightmares is stable and heavy, and it is fully furnished. Whether it is eating or resting, it is enough to meet most of the needs of His Majesty the Demon King.

The rock demons lined up in the square. They tapped their armor three times. In the grand echo, the rock demon leader and his subordinates knelt down on one knee to Ans El. The horns stand upright on the top of the head.

"Your Majesty." The rock demon leader's voice exploded like a boulder, "The rock demon tribe is responsible for the guard of honor this time."

Anseyer kept his boarding position, and his eyes flashed.

"Quite."

"Take orders!"

After the rock demon, a fiery array surged forward. The head of the flame demon leader is huge, and can only show a vague and majestic human shape, and his beard, hair and facial features are all drowned in the fire. He also knelt down to Ansel, and then spoke, his voice bursting like flames.

"The Flame Demon Tribe, send 200,000 adult Flame Demons to serve as the main force this time."

"Quite."

"Take orders!"

The grotesque demon leaders stepped forward, knelt on one knee to declare their loyalty, and stated the tasks they had already received in order to obtain the final confirmation of the demon king. Finally, after the smooth and flowing transparent demon retreated, the army in the square had taken shape.

In this joint expedition, Subobian sent 400,000 troops!

Under the bow of many great demons and ordinary demons, Ans El got into the car. Nightmare pulled the car with the curtains hanging from all sides to cut off the outside world, but Ansi Er still seemed to be able to hear the cheers outside. It was the civilian demons of Suberbian City who got the news of the army's expedition, and spontaneously organized a farewell and blessing ceremony on the periphery.

They believed in triumph.

The undefeated Demon King Ansel! The undefeated city of irises, Suberbian!

Amid the cheers, the Demon King's car slowly lifted into the air, Ansi Er held the official document in his hand, and stared out of the car window—

The boundless black iris sea is surrounded by a magnificent city. This is Suberbian, the Demon King's city, the residence of the Demon King, and the place where the Demon King made his fortune. The demons are warlike Mu Qiang, and the current demon king of the Eastern Region, Ansi Er, ascended the throne of the demon king in only three hundred years, and his deeds are naturally sung by the demons everywhere. In some stories, Ansier climbed up from a weak demon and went through all dangers to become a king; while others believed that Ansair was born with powerful strength and was destined to be the king of the Eastern Region.

But only Ansel himself knows that he is just a…

Angels only.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he was no longer confused.

"All troops go!"

***

The demon king drove first, and the army delayed the journey for a few days.

Nightmare's car swept over the demon world, and below it were bottomless fissures. The demon world was divided by these criss-crossing fissures, forming seven abyss. According to legend, the devil and the gods fought here, and the aftermath of the battle shattered the land of the devil, and in the end, both were injured. Three govern.

Ansier thought about these illusory legends with one hand on his cheek, but felt that it was meaningless, and after stuffing Fini with a piece of fragrant wood, he continued to review the official document, and the result was that **** "" Western Region News!

Cerros' mouthpiece! running dog! He bah!

This time the newspaper was obviously reminded by Ceros, and the wording is right! when! return! Original!

"Western Region News: His Majesty Theros Calls Suberbian City's New Trade Policy Incurable"

Ansel: "…"

He is so angry! !

"Magic Mirror." Ans Air didn't plan to tolerate any longer, "Contact the "Eastern News" immediately... Forget it, it's the "Eastern Entertainment". Is there any black material in Luster City? Report! Report to me!"

The "Eastern News" is mainly about political propaganda. It is almost official. Ans Air is not so angry that he loses his mind.

Of course, the magic mirror also shared the same hatred with His Majesty, and immediately checked the information, trying to find a black material to stab the "Eastern Entertainment News". But the more he searched, the more solemn his expression became, and finally the whole mirror became a little frowning.

The Demon King Ceros was born in a "Demon King Family", and he controlled the position of the Demon King in the Western Regions in an almost hereditary way. The accumulation of wealth and prestige in this way from generation to generation is very impressive. Theros has personally ruled for more than a thousand years, acting cautiously and impeccably. It is not an exaggeration to call it "the model of the devil".

The magic mirror did not give up on pulling it around, and the hard work paid off. He really found a bunch of tabloids in the clouds and mist, and passed it to the "Eastern Entertainment News" at the speed of light.

Anseyer was angry twice, to the point where he would take revenge even if he spread rumors. It’s hard to grasp Theros’s handle. Ansier still knows this, but since there is a tabloid report on the relevant content, Ansier can make a fuss about it.

Don't ask, ask is freedom of the press, he doesn't know anything.

Even late at night, the editor-in-chief of "Eastern Entertainment News", Elio, immediately got up to write a report. Elio is a young demon, and his ability to get into the position of editor-in-chief of a big newspaper at such an age is enough to show his skill. At this time, several pens in the newspaper office were called together, each holding a tabloid in his hand, and preparing to hold a meeting to decide how to make it.

The editor-in-chief Elio wrote two sentences at random, and then put the pen on the curved corner, sitting on a wooden chair and swaying from side to side.

"Your Majesty's meaning, you must have understood it?"

"Yes!"

"Anything?"

"It's hard to find." The deputy editor looked solemn, "The Demon King Ceros loves feathers very much."

A young devil is digging his head in a pile of old newspapers. He is a newcomer to the newspaper this year. He is eager to make some achievements.

"Editor-in-chief! Editor-in-chief! Demon King Theros has a different aesthetic than ordinary people!" Maybe because he had been looking for too long, his tone was full of unusual excitement, "There is a lace tabloid that he likes white Mao... just white hair! There are other gossip! It's all black material!"

Ellio snapped his fingers and gave the young demon an admiring look.

"Then let's write, we'll make up a report after writing, this is a good opportunity to show your face in front of Your Majesty."

A good thing about fame!

Shang took off the pen to write and draw again, "The other half is suspected of asking for white hair..."

"Grey hair... eh? Grey hair?"

Ellio's cheerfully moving nib suddenly stopped, and he and several master pens looked at each other. After a long while, Elio spoke slowly.

"Our Majesty..."

"Is it just white hair?"

***

Writing reports and spreading rumors is only a small episode in all the affairs of the Demon King. When the dawn was approaching, Ansi Er slept lightly for a while, but woke up soon.

The speed of the demons is definitely not slow, they have left the abyss of floating flowers and are on a wide crack.

Anseyer seemed to hear some wings. He sat without moving, but Fini, who was originally focused on nibbling on the incense wood, had widened his crimson eyes. His feathers fluffed up, his wings rustled, and his crest stood up, staring at the car window.

Anseyer casually lifted the curtain of the car window, and the sunrise was on the horizon in the distance. And just at the junction of day and night, another team is in sight.

—The black swan is like a large ominous cloud, surrounded by the devil's car, and the black iron body is also branded with the swan family crest. The overall tone of this team is so cold and chilling, it is invincible. The two teams faced each other across the crack, like ice and fire, like severe winter and midsummer.

The stage is as big as ever.

Ansel said in her heart.

Cerros Asmodeus.

The author has something to say:

Cerros Asmodeus—

It is a white hair control.

Awesome!