MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 131

In the middle of the busy business, His Majesty the Demon King is handling official business while eating.

Director Vassago prepared a new product for His Majesty who worked hard, and the head maid personally brought it to the table. Ansier was addicted to government affairs, so he picked it up and took a bite, and found that it was two buns with cheese.

"Dim sum for the occasion." He commented with a smile, with the marching route map laid out in front of him, "Levy is now caught between two buns, I'm afraid he is as anxious as a hot pot. Winter jujube."

True.

Demon Lord Levy is doing a dynamism jump on the hot pot.

He just took advantage of the fact that the other two colleagues were away for a few months, and secretly stole some radishes from the east and west regions. He thought he had been very restrained. Of course, the success rate of stealing radishes was extremely low aspect. Ke Livy calculated it now, and he was surprised to find that just this time he failed, and he caught more people than the radishes he stole!

Levy: "…"

What is he in the picture!

There are not only people who go in, but also land.

Levy stared at the military map, and the whole demon started to get angry. Not to mention Theros side for the time being, he has long been determined to attack himself and swallow the southern region. Chen Bing has been on the border for a long time, and he has achieved remarkable results in Livy's expectations, but Ansi Er... but Ansi Er!

The day before, they were cleaning up the remnants of Lord Bachin, and the next day they waved across the border and caught Levi by surprise. In just three days, even the next three towns and the largest border cities in the southern region were faintly included in the attack range, ready to send troops to attack at any time.

Just when Levi was worried, Ansair stopped again, stationed his troops and stopped moving forward.

…this is more annoying than calling!

Levy wanted to have a good time, but Ans Air refused to give it. Not only did he not give it, but he was packaged and given to Ceros by Levy's son Ivien. On the same day, Ceros hung Ivan on a tree branch to show off. The morale of the Southern Region was suddenly low, and the soldiers dig their toes on the ground, digging out a whole trench, and they even struggled for a long time because of it.

The Covenant of the Three Demon Kings seems to be the best bargaining chip at the moment, but unfortunately it has no effect. It is certain that Levy is colluding with the monsters, and the other two Demon Kings are worried that his hands will remain in the seventh abyss. on the defensive line. Livy had to choose to withdraw his troops, and all the newspapers immediately scolded him like garbage, accusing him of disregarding the interests of the demon world and only considering his personal desires.

Although gathering the withdrawn troops to a certain extent alleviates the anxious battle situation in the domain, it also means one thing—

The Southern Region was left alone.

"...Your reminder is very timely, Aini intercepted Levi's subordinates who were trying to steal the monster's crown on the seventh abyss defense line."

In the communication, His Majesty the Demon King of the Western Regions had a dull tone.

"As you say, Levy is playing with fire, whether it's the Alchemy of Life or the Crown of Monsters...He wants power from monsters."

Ansel sneered.

Play with fire to wet the bed and let him see what Levy can make.

"The seventh abyss, you don't have to worry, I have already filled a part of the troops. The frequency of monsters has weakened. If there is any accident, we will discuss it together and deal with it in time."

After the business was over, his voice softened.

"I came back from the Human World and have been separated for a long time. How have you been recently? What did you eat?"

Anse El smiled when asked. He glanced at the empty plate beside him, thinking about the snack he had just eaten.

"I ate two breads with cheese."

Theroston was also a little bit laughing, it was really a dessert.

"There is one more interesting thing." Ans Air was excited, "Isn't my side attacking the next three towns? The process is unusually smooth..."

Speaking of the three towns he conquered, they were just rushing to deliver them one by one. The demons in the whole city were waiting with tears in their eyes for the arrival of the army from the Eastern Region to liberate them.

I can see the sincere words like "help me help me".

Unfortunately, when Anse Er smiled at the third town, he did not move.

…Military expenses are urgent, so take it easy!

The fourth town "Wang" cried out.

Theros listened softly for a long time, and heard four words from the crevices of Ansel's words—

Military expenses are urgent.

He began to ponder, what method should be adopted, and then find a way to send some money to Ansel.

"You have passed my policy and are willing to form an alliance with me. I will prove that I am a great ally by conquering five border towns." Just watch, Ceros."

These words made Ceros's heart melt, and he could almost imagine Ansel's proudly raising his head when he spoke. At the end of the communication, he was still reluctant, staring at the offensive roadmap on the desktop.

Break through the southern region to propose to Ansair... Is it romantic enough?

He thinks it's okay!

Levy: "…"

He doesn't think so! Don't use others as a raft for falling in love!

***

The demon world is in full swing, and the human world is also dispatching troops.

The time is getting closer to the full moon, the day of the attack is coming, and Sylvia is writing the list of candidates to go.

The other members of the Silent Council led by the blood clan Grayyan will also become their strength, because they have been unable to go back smoothly. After staying outside for too long, the demons have long been suspicious.

, like the bait given off by certain species of insects.

Then, it is the people who will be sent by the Witcher Club, and she will leave a living force for the club.

The list is deleted, deleted, modified, and every name on it may be gone forever. This is really a big gamble. But this time, with the angels shooting together, their odds of winning will be raised to the top. Sylvia can't forgive herself for missing this precious opportunity.

The tip of the pen slid across the paper, and Sylvia wrote and wrote, and wrote the name of Yun Jian. She stopped writing for a long time, and after slowly closing her eyes, she raised the pen to cross out the name of Yun Jian and rewrite the name of Edward.

Writing to the curl at the end, she finally couldn't write anymore, and the ink smudged under the stagnant nib.

Silvia remembered her childhood, when she was an innocent, lovely and carefree little girl who grew up under the protection of her father. She was born lovely, and her father often praised her—

【My Hill, my little princess. 】

[There is an angel guarding Hill, I see... it's there. 】

Sylvia is convinced, she reveres angels, and she feels both honor and shame when she hears it. On sunny afternoons, she always wears a small foreign dress, looking for the angel who guards her in the garden.

—but was told that his father had died.

From childhood to adulthood, she has encountered countless assassinations. In the sight of hyena-like greed and fanaticism, Edward is guarding her, her knight.

Teach her business and affairs, succeed her father, teach her swordsmanship…

Finally, one day, the little princess mustered the courage to confess to her knight. The knight listened carefully to all her words, and gave Sylvia the last lesson of Girls' Generation.

【Silvia...my princess. 】

The witcher took off his hat and knelt down on one knee in front of her, with a sincere look in his raised eyes.

】

【Your noble bearing, graceful demeanor, and strong soul have not attracted me for a moment. I also have the inferiority of human males, I long to be loved by the opposite sex, and I long for a girl who is much younger and fresher than myself, so as to make myself famous. 】

[But Sylvia, I can't. 】

【I am more than ten years older than you, so I should not crush and tame you with my own experience. When you see the wider world and meet a lot of people, you will recognize that I am just the old one in the crowd. 】

[As a father, I will bless you. 】

The knight rejected the immature princess, this is his way of cherishing the princess.

At this point, Sylvia blinked her eyelashes and a teardrop fell. She took a new piece of paper and copied the names of the people to be sent to the Council of Silence. This name is like all his fantasies about love when he was a teenager. She wrote all fantasies on this piece of paper and sent him to the most dangerous battlefield.

The cloud will stay, and the fire of mankind will be passed down from generation to generation.

After doing all this, Sylvia was as tired as she was fighting a war. She got up and left the office, thinking of walking around to calm down.

The night wind was blowing on the terrace, and Sylvia brushed the silver hair by her ear. Suddenly, she heard a sound of wings, and an angel with white wings and blue eyes descended from the sky in the moonlight, landing on the platform almost silently.

—the angel who went to the edge of the dark lake to find an opportunity, and has finally returned.

Sylvia was so confused at the moment, with all kinds of complicated emotional entanglements. She remembered the legend of angels guiding human beings. Facing the awe-inspiring and holy angel, she couldn't help but bow her head.

"My Lord Angel..."

Angel Guidance…

However, the angel had a cold face and refused directly.

"I have no interest in human suffering."

He said.

"As soon as the full moon arrives, I will go to the dark lake. There will be no shelter to guide human behavior throughout the whole process, and you don't have to have any illusions."

Shalia only wants to save Ans El, even if the human race is wiped out, it has nothing to do with him.

Sylvia's face turned pale with such a cold answer, but fortunately, she had already understood the temperament of this angel, and other than sadness, she did not show too many negative emotions.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of Ansel.

That person seems to be a natural light source.

When facing the enemy, that kind of light is a dazzling light; when facing friends, it is as warm as spring. Whether it was intentional or not, since the appearance of Ans El, the key figures in the human race have gradually been united and worked together to fight the catastrophe that will destroy the world.

—like some kind of guidance.

The angel expressed his position indifferently, hesitated, and asked.

"I heard you spent some time with Ansel?"

"What kind of person do you think he is? And...what do you like?"

Sylvia was slightly startled, and before she could answer, the voice of Yunjian was heard behind her.

"Anyway, he's warmer than an angel."

Sharia frowned at this rude remark, Yun Jian walked slowly, there was no fear in his expression, and behind him, there were more than a dozen people.

A sneering smile appeared on his normally indifferent face.

"Sometimes, I feel that Ansel is the angel. He has been guiding everyone forward, always understanding the pain and hardship of others, and showing respect."

Sharia: "…"

This human being is the truth.

In Yunjian's view, Ans Air is like the main axis of everything. Even if the silk threads outside are tangled in a mess, he can twist these messy threads into one, which is an incredible existence.

The angel's anger, Yun Jian didn't care at all. He turned to Sylvia and introduced the people behind her one by one. Old Lynn and the weapon master were among them.

"Miss Sylvia, we are here to fight."

He said.

"The fire has been preserved, and before we came, we have taught our excellent skills to outstanding young people. In this way, we can go forward without any worries."

The witchers neatly removed the badge of Maimang between the stars on the chest and held it in the palm of their hand.

For thousands of years, from generation to generation.

—Humans hold Maimang in their palms and look up at the stars.

All thanks to angelic guidance.

Yun Jian thought to himself, and then made a "bah".

No, it's an insult to Ansair!

All thanks to…

Ansel's Guide!

The author has something to say:

Yun Jian: Give Ans Air a circle, isn't she better than an angel?

Ans Air, who works hard to break the aperture every month:? ? ?