MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 66

As the holy sword was drawn, the entire Human World seemed to let out a soft sigh. It's been too long, it's been too long since the last holy sword was drawn. And without this heavy force protection, for many years, the human world has actually been in danger.

Now, the brave man draws the holy sword, and the human world bears the glory!

Ansel: "…"

He hoped that the human world would think carefully about the issue of regaining glory.

The strong energy reaction and the movement of the stars also made the demons and angels in the human world feel it. In the Holy Court, the angel's wings fell, his icy blue pupils flickered slightly, he raised his hand, and several light birds spread their wings and flew into the night.

The Pope was standing by his side, but when he saw the angel's action, his heart skipped a beat.

"I am afraid that Rhine drew the holy sword." The Pope whispered, "The brave Rhine is rebellious by nature, and has always refused to perform the duty of the brave. Now it seems that he has finally chosen to draw the holy sword."

Regrettably, the Holy Sword does not belong to the Holy Court, but is held by the Witcher Club. The Pope has conducted relevant investigations, and the Witcher Club has hidden the holy sword deeply, but there are rumors that the holy sword of this generation appears in human form, waiting to be transformed into a sword.

"Rhein..."

The angel groaned in a low voice, and suddenly, his icy blue eyes opened, and the flying bird of light had reached the location of the energy fluctuation in an instant. At the same time, above the angel's head, an illusory eye slowly opened, staring indifferently at everything within the reach of the light bird.

—Twelve aura magic, [Gaze at Vientiane Eyes].

Sharia is an angel of power, and such a powerful auxiliary magic is used very well. Normally, Sharia would not memorize the names of human beings, it was totally unnecessary, only the brave and sages could more or less get the drooping eyes of angels.

Light birds chirped and flew into the ground, and in the surging monster lair, the angel saw the pure white fluttering white hair, and the awe-inspiring back holding the holy sword. His eyes suddenly turned soft, and the angel loved pure and flawless colors, and he also had an awe-inspiring figure, which was very much in line with him.

The bird of light moves, trying to turn to the front, so that the angel can see the face of the brave...

A gusty slap!

The bird of light is dead.

Archangel Sharia: "…"

Pope: “…”

The Pope didn't dare to let out the atmosphere, and watched the eyes suspended above the angel's halo wither, and the gaze ended, but it was passive. This is the Twelve Aura Magic, and there is no rival in the human world. Sharia doesn't think about anyone who can use despicable sneak attacks to disperse this magic.

"The Devil..."

He looked cold, and the penetrating wound on his wings was still aching. But forget it, the hero is destined to follow the angel's guidance, even if the devil is still playing tricks on it. And according to the Pope, the brave Rhine was cultivated by the Holy See, and even if he left for a short time, his roots would remain here.

Thinking of this, Shalia turned around, the light scattered, and the figure gradually disappeared in place, leaving only a light tone of words.

"In the past few days, let the white-haired brave man come to see me."

The angel is willing to meet the human hero! The Pope was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed to say goodbye. When the scattered light spots disappeared completely, the Pope, who was bent over and lowered his head, suddenly raised his head.

Wait.

Isn't Rhein... brunette?

***

one scene. In this piece of light, there is a pure black figure looming.

Then, the black swan raised his dark blue eyes to quietly look at Ansi Er who was standing in the light. An Si Er was really suitable for standing in the light, and every strand of hair was sparkling.

Theros of course felt the movement of pulling out the holy sword. He is much more convenient than the angel of the Holy Court. He doesn't even need to use magic. Come out and check the situation. Looking at it, he suddenly felt depressed, the swan bent his slender neck, and slowly lowered his line of sight, but he was still reluctant to close his eyes and stared at Ansier without blinking.

Ansier is still suitable to stand on the bright side, he is beautiful, holy, radiant, bright, no one is more like an angel than him, even if he wears the horns of the devil, he can't hide that Cool and immaculate.

…not happy.

What if Ansel was back in the sky.

Suddenly, the black swan scolded the dignified angel without any manners, followed by a series of—

Ansier: "Hot, hot, hot, hot, hot!"

The holy sword is getting so hot! How could this be!

It's not just him, he has gradually adapted to the body of the holy sword, and even the holy sword Joey who can make a sound screams like a screaming chicken.

Joey: "Hot, hot, hot, hot!"

Why is it so hot! He felt like he was going to explode!

Because it was too hot, Ansel had to pour the holy sword from right hand to left hand, and then toss it back from left hand to right hand, while breathing, like a piece of overheated roasted sweet potato. But the sweet potatoes will get cold after being thrown around for a while, but Ansair feels that the holy sword is getting hotter and hotter!

Hot Potatoes! Hot holy sword!

Black Swan: "…"

He took back the words of Ansier being dignified. Dignity is conditional. Ansier spends 80% of the time running on a road that he cannot understand. The action of the sweet potato, there is the appearance of an angel!

Such a big move was quickly discovered by others in the field. The weapon master stretched his neck and stomped his feet in a hurry. Yun Jian also saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly said.

"Ans, calm down! The first time you pull out the holy sword, there will definitely be problems like this, you calm down!"

Anse Err was devastated.

"Ice water! Give me some ice water!"

The witchers immediately persuaded.

"Physical calm is bad!"

"The holy swords are drawn out, it's okay if they don't work, you just chop!"

"The demon leader is coming this way! Be careful!"

Recovering from its initial fear of the holy sword, the general-level monster realizes that it has had to face the sword of brilliance and the people who come to kill it with it in hand . Monsters have occupied the human world for a long time, how could they be willing to die? It let out a thunderous roar and charged towards Ans El with great strides.

Ansier is still throwing his sword, he already knows the problem, and it is estimated that this problem cannot be solved at all. Any tool has its own limit, even the holy sword is no exception. It's just that the heroes of all dynasties will not break through this upper limit of the holy sword, and naturally they will not inject an amazingly pure power into Ansair.

Anseyer thought of the books on electricians in the Human World that he stayed up late to read, and was convinced that the actual current carrying capacity was too large and exceeded the acceptable range, so the holy sword began to heat up... This fundamental solution No! He has tried his best to reduce the power output!

The monster attacked with a palm, and Ansel was holding the holy sword in his left hand, which was not his dominant hand. Just when everyone was concerned, Ansier, who was holding the sword in his left hand, showed a patient look on his face, and instantly turned to the edge of the sword—

The huge palm landed, and the cross-section was as smooth as a mirror. It stopped for almost a second before the blood of the monster began to splatter.

Anseyer avoided the blood splattered area, threw the holy sword to his right hand, and breathed in his left hand to cool down. The holy sword Joey was thrown by him many times, and finally he couldn't hold back and made a disgusting sound.

The sword can't spit anything, and poor Joey can only retching.

The two of them reluctantly fought all the way. This level of battle is no longer something that other people can easily intervene in, and the only one who can intervene is probably...

"Protect." Anthony's voice finally sounded, he looked bad, as if something incomprehensible had happened to him. A layer of light immediately enveloped Ansier, wishing him to resist the monster's attack. Ansier took the time to look back, and Anthony's face was pale.

Only the brave can draw the holy sword, and the chosen hero is obviously Rhine, and Anthony firmly believes in this. It's just for five hundred years that Rhine has been refusing to fulfill the responsibility of being a hero because of the conflict with the Holy Court, or rather, with the angels, and wandering outside, perhaps because of this...

A new hero has appeared, that is Ansel.

Simply put, Rhein was fired after being passive.

Anthony: "…"

He took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and his eyes became firm again.

He is a sage, a person who assists the brave.

At the moment when the hero has liberated the holy sword, his power will also be multiplied!

"Take care!"

In his voice, the white-haired hero jumped up, stepped on the monster's head, and the holy sword cut off the monster's entire arm. Then the sword edge folded horizontally and swept towards the neck of the monster!

"Power to protect! Break the wall to protect!"

"Boom—"

In front of the huge corpse that fell, Ansel landed lightly. The moment he landed, he let go, and the holy sword fell back to Joey again, leaning against the wall and spitting into the dark.

"Ugh...not a roller coaster..."

"I'm not clean..."

Ansier immediately put his hand on the black swan's feather, it was cool, cool, and his hand was so hot.

Black Swan: "…"

At the moment when he saw the sun again, Ansi Er exhaled. Now the sky is not completely clear, but the dawn of dawn is shining on everything.

After a brief silence, there was a burst of cheers in the arena. Ansier, who was holding the goose, was directly lifted up, and then threw it up. This happened to His Majesty the Demon King. He opened his sunset-colored eyes, thinking of something, and secretly took off the remaining contact lens from one of his eyes.

Ansier hugged the goose tightly and was constantly being thrown upwards. He knew that this was some kind of human celebration, and his face was helpless.

"Seckill! It's a spike!"

"The brave is from our witcher club hahaha!"

"The holy sword is ours, let alone the brave!"

Ansier was silent for a while because of their overly optimistic attitude.

"I think, don't be so arbitrary..." He said with some difficulty, "Isn't it the case that you can simply use the holy sword, isn't it a hero?"

The weapon master also smiled rarely, and he was also among the crowd who threw Ansair, which was not easy for an old arrogant. Hearing Ans El's hesitant words, he laughed more cheerfully.

"What are you thinking! The one who can use the holy sword is the hero!"

Ansel: "…"

His Majesty the Demon King feels that this is a poor statement.

Just as the one with horns is not necessarily the devil, the one who wears the badge is not necessarily the witcher, and the one who draws the holy sword is not necessarily the hero...

The above three may be him, Ansair!

After taking stock like this, Ansel suddenly felt very sad.

He looks like a bamboo shoot with countless layers of shells.

Anselm's Wonderful Parable√

Anthony also held a wooden staff next to him and smiled, the little chameleon came out of his hat, curled its tail on Anthony's shoulder, looked at the lively crowd, and looked at Anthony, He smacking his mouth happily.

However, Anthony's smile soon disappeared, and he saw the figure of the itinerant bishop, walking through the crowds, towards the central Ans Air. His heart suddenly tightened, and he quickly ran over.

Anseyer has been put down, and he is watching the bishop calmly.

The itinerant bishop's expression was cold and arrogant, almost commanding.

"Three days later, the great men of the Holy Court will see you."

"The Brave Ansel."