MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 164

Heavy rain is still falling.

The Demon King sat in the car, only raised the curtain, and quietly watched the Archon. His white hair was loose on his shoulders, and his clothes were meticulous, which formed a sharp contrast with the embarrassed consul.

Just listen to him speak softly.

"Then what price is the heaven willing to pay?"

Naturally, at all costs!

Sariah just passed this idea in his mind, and suddenly, he saw Ansel's expression. That look was scrutinized and considered, cold and sharp, that belonged to the Demon King.

That was not an inquiry from the mouth of "Ansel", but an inquiry from the mouth of the Demon King. If he agrees to all the conditions, it will not only be an insult to himself, but also an insult to the heaven.

He is the consul, he represents—

Heaven.

The angel with silver hair and blue eyes fell into deep thought, then he raised his eyes and looked directly at the horned Demon King in the car.

"I won't say stupid things like 'whatever it takes', that will only make you look down on me and the heavens."

The angel's expression was solemn and decisive.

"The golden bird is of great significance to the heavens, the devil of the East, what are your conditions?"

After a short silence, Sharia heard the sound of the sole of her boot stepping on the hood of the car, and the sound of a few steps was submerged in the heavy rain. After these few sounds, the Demon King got off the car pulled by Nightmare , came to him.

The devil with white hair and sunset eyes finally showed him a relaxed expression.

"Since we have to negotiate conditions, I will release you from the communication blacklist after that."

"I have a few basic conditions here, and the specific details can be discussed later."

Ansier became more able to communicate than ever before, which made Sharia a little flattered. He knew he had done the right thing, he had done what a consul should have done, and treated Ans-El as a demon rather than a companion...even if it hurt his heart.

"I want the heaven to be open, no longer shrink in my tortoise shell, and give the highest priority to trade in the eastern part of the devil."

"The heavens should also deal with internal threats as quickly as possible, establish an alliance of the three realms, and completely solve the invasion."

"Finally, even if I help heal the golden bird, I still..."

"Never be the King of Angels."

The Demon King paused for a while, his expression slightly cold.

"The above is already my bottom line. If I can't even do these things, not only the golden bird will be detained by me in the demon world as a hostage. In time, whether the heaven is still the heaven of angels is still uncertain. Know."

Shalia stared at Anse Er's arrogant sunset-colored vertical pupils and closed her eyes.

"Okay. After that, I will appoint a commissioner to connect with the Demon World except for the last one."

“…As for the last condition, I took note.”

His transformation made Ans El feel acceptable. He hated his teammates on the same front to hold him back. Now, it seems that Heaven can still save him. So Ansier's expression softened greatly, and he even asked about ghosts in the heavens.

"The demon who turned to the monster from the demon world has been determined to be the demon king Levi. From the heaven world, is there a candidate for it?"

"Yes." Shalia affirmed, and seeing Ans El nodded slightly, her heart couldn't help but feel even more sour.

He didn't know how to tell Ans Aier that he was following the entire trajectory of Ans Aier's persecution in the heavens, tracing the whereabouts of the inner ghost. There may be ghosts in every link, and every link is being pushed forward maliciously, which is why this ridiculous situation is now.

—The consul of the heavens, became the devil.

Sharia handed her aperture to Ans El, which contained a dying golden bird. Ansel paused before taking the aperture, and looked up at Shalia.

"I remember that the aperture was extremely important to the angels, a symbol of virtue."

He is not sure if the broken aperture is like a devil's horn and cannot be touched at will.

Sharia just smiled at herself.

"You can take it as you like and treat it as an ordinary object. The aperture is indeed a symbol of virtue, but I have no virtue with the heavens first, and the aperture that symbolizes virtue is just a luminous decoration ."

It's time to wake up, the consul has a dream in the sky.

They have missed so much.

The demon king who took over the aperture re-boarded the car, the barrier covering all around was lifted, and the car pulled by the nightmare slowly moved forward. The angel stayed where he was, and he didn't shield himself from the rain. This seemed like a punishment. He watched the Demon King's car drive away slowly in the cold.

Nightmare pulled the car forward for a few meters and then stopped suddenly. Shalia watched Ans El get off the car again, and asked calmly after a distance.

"Heaven's Archon, I have one more thing I want to ask you."

"More than three hundred years ago, did you receive hundreds of frontline battle analysis from Zhenxingtian's pure color prison?"

Shalia's breathing stagnated, and after a brief stun, he shook his head.

"No."

"From beginning to end, I have never received a letter from Zhenxingtian."

Anse Elton closed her vertical pupils in the sunset.

…So it was.

In those countless cold and lonely days, he was imprisoned in Zhenxingtian's prison, and he felt ashamed that he could not keep his companions, and only the pain and regret of his own return tormented him , while feeling sad.

However, he was never a person who fell into desperation, even if he was full of sins, he always had something to do.

[Give me paper and pen. 】

He asked the angel guarding the prison, shaking the bars of the prison, his pupils still glowing.

【Give me—paper and pen! 】

Sinners also have the right to write, he wrote about his experiences on the battlefield in prison, all the doubts he found, and the monsters he recorded. The war angel with short hair and ears did not know that, separated by several walls, the angel of healing, whose corona pupils had not yet opened, knelt down to the guard and begged to see him.

He also didn't know, far away in the Planetary Bookstore, the bookstore manager's tea was cold and added, while he was perturbed and puzzled.

How strange—

The bookstore manager thought.

Perhaps, that war angel accepted a long task. Then when the war angel returns, he must... must...

Ask the person by name.

The battle reports that were sent out were carefully sealed and passed upwards to the hands of the host angel. These overly detailed reports made the chief angel terrified. While scolding the useless fellows for leaving a living hole, he labored to deal with the flaws of the fellows.

In the dark night of the Mercury sky, the host angel picked up the report, put it close to the candle, and burned it.

The flames jumped, the smoke rose, and the mood of the main angel gradually eased. Until the next day, he received another report that was exactly the same.

No...no!

The war angel must be killed!

Reports came one after another, and every time one appeared on the Lord Angel's desk, it would make his fragile heart spasm violently. He was busy suppressing the situation, busy contacting other angels, and under the pretense of lightening the burden for the consul, he was deceiving and delaying time. It was undoubtedly the most painful period for the angels.

However…

Eighty...one hundred...one hundred and fifty...

The archangel squatted in front of the brazier in a trance, his clothes were covered with the ashes of the burning report.

Already…

Crazy.

***

Because of the golden bird, the demon king who returned to the city seemed a little absent-minded. Even if he is dealing with work now, I am afraid that something will go wrong, so Ansi Er decided to go back to the Devil's Palace to rest, and then think about how to settle the dying golden bird.

He actually didn't know how to treat the other party, but Sharia said that the golden bird forcibly broke the shell first, and was injured by the strange substance later. Although there is no precedent for a golden bird being injured in the heavens, it is recorded that the golden bird was born for the consul, and under any circumstances, the golden bird is the healthiest when it is with the consul.

That means…

No special treatment is necessary.

Anseyer hid the halo with the golden bird and returned to the Devil's Palace. Fini had sent an order early, saying that His Majesty would not return so early, so seeing Ansair, Fini and the head maid who were returning in the rain seemed very surprised.

Surprisingly, they had hot tea and dinner ready right away. In the sound of the rain, the Demon King hurriedly ate and took a hot shower before returning to his bedroom comfortably.

The Devil's bedroom is absolutely private, Anse Er will take off his horn headband and contact lenses here, and now, naturally, he will hide the little golden bird here.

As soon as he took out the aperture that Sharia had given him, he found that the aperture was beginning to shatter. It seems that this is not Xiao Jinniao's own house. It is uncomfortable to live in, and forcibly living in it will eventually lead to the damage of the house.

Looking at the "house" that was on the verge of disintegration, Ansier frowned slightly, and took out a circle of his own from the special space ring. Then, he opened the super-full toolbox he had kept in the bedroom, and took out some brackets and wires.

His Majesty the Demon King, who started from the struggle of the commoners, is extremely capable. He built the long wall of Suberbian City, not to mention this simple bird house. So in a few minutes, he built the bird stand.

Yes! Bird stand!

I saw that the stand was as tall as a person, with an aperture hanging from iron wire on it, swaying slightly, it was a squatting stand that birds like. Ans Air even pondered that if he needed it in the future, he could add a few more laps to the golden bird, change it to dancing music, and use the aperture to form a larger cylindrical nest. Room for improvement.

After building the squatting bird stand, Ans Air brought the about-to-shatter aperture close to his aperture and shook it lightly. The aperture suddenly shattered, and the little golden bird's body turned into tiny flashes of light, and then condensed into the shape of a bird on his aperture. He was still in a coma, but he had already squatted in a standard posture.

The Demon King was immediately proud.

Look! How fitting!

He immediately took a picture and sent it to Ceros.

Cerros: "…"

Theros was really curious, what else could Ansair do with the aperture he broke. There is a goose in the front and a bird stand in the back. Even if Ans Air throws the aperture as a grenade and detonates it as a nuclear bomb, he will not be surprised at all!

Settle down the little golden bird, and chatted with Ceros for a while, Ansel continued to work hard until late at night. After hanging up the phone, on the battlefield shrouded in smoke, the cloak was flying, and the black-haired and blue-eyed Demon King indifferently ordered, and the army of demons from the Western Regions rushed to the front like a tide!

Cerros' offensive was greatly enhanced, and Levy naturally found this too. If it was said that the frontier towns in the southern region were only gently eroding and digesting, now they have the attitude that they can go back to their hometown and get married if they hit the capital in one breath.

With the experience of losing to Ans Air last time, Levy has deeply realized that with his current ability, I am afraid that he will not be able to defeat the other two colleagues, he needs stronger strength, More monsters!

He immediately asked the archangel for help, but the severely injured archangel was too busy healing his wounds to reply. Levy couldn't get in touch several times, and the situation didn't wait for anyone. He had to discuss countermeasures with his subordinates.

The spotted leopard tail hangs down, and the girl of the leopard tribe has no expression on her face, just calmly said.

"I suggest giving up the first front and directly consolidating the second front."

"The Demon King Theros has made up his mind and hastily confronted him, unless the Eastern Territory army led by the Demon King Ansi Er himself still has the strength to fight, and it is a tragic victory, and the Southern Territory has no chance of winning. "

The Western Regions, which the Asmodeus family has been in charge of for generations, is too stable. Such a long period of time has brought terrifying accumulation. Whether it is a quick attack or a protracted war, without preparation, the Southern Regions have absolutely no room to fight back.

Instigated by several other lords, Levi was reluctant to do what the Leopard girl said at first. Sidi was no longer angry at all, and stood there with his mouth closed and expressionless. But a group of lords buzzed and discussed for a long time, but it was just like flies gathered to discuss how to fight against electric mosquito swatters and insecticides, and they couldn't do anything.

In this way, Levi has no choice but to rely on Sidi, who has the talent of a general.

"Sidi, what you did a while ago made me very chill." Levy said with a dignified expression, which was regarded as a foreshadowing, "The situation is urgent now, even though there are still many generals waiting I use it, but you should also need this precious opportunity."

"Considering this, and the bowstrings you have done to the South, I will give you certain authority to go to the front to take charge of the battle... My son Ivien will go with you , don't live up to my expectations."

Sidi obeyed her orders, as if she didn't care that the Demon King sent someone to restrict and monitor her.

Hiding her face in the shadows, the Leopard girl looked gloomy.

Finally…

She sighed in her heart.

Finally, she waited for Levi's chance to release power.