MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 198

Because of that group message, the entire Eastern Region became restless. But the initial choice of the vast majority of demons is surprisingly consistent, that is-

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Beautiful.

Most of the people are very calm, thinking that this is just a high-level rumor and the image is synthetic. But don't say, His Majesty's war angel costume is so good-looking, so good-looking, can this thing have a peripheral or a painting or something, they buy, buy, buy!

However, as the Demon Palace announced the truth of the video, and even recognized the release of the video, there was an uproar among the public.

It's...really? !

Their majesty is an angel? !

"Is he crazy? Recognize it!"

Gabo couldn't understand either. He stared at the announcement issued by the Devil's Palace in disbelief. This announcement did not even play any word games, but admitted it frankly and generously.

Insane! Does Ansair know what kind of backlash he will encounter?

The lords did not expect that the Demon King Ansi Er actually directly recognized the things that they had worked hard to send out, which made him a little stunned for a while. As a result, the reports that they carefully prepared in advance and scolded Ansair for deceiving and concealing their identities with ulterior motives were somewhat unpublished.

"In any case, make a batch of reports urgently!" With a wave of Gabo's hand, the demon who received the order frowned. Such an impromptu manuscript is definitely not as logical as the one prepared earlier, but They have no better way now.

This batch of new reports and inflammatory copywriting of poor quality are also sent out through the magic mirror virus channel. In the center of the storm of public opinion, the white-haired Demon King smiled instead.

—Locate the source.

The fourth computer room in the lord's territory was bombed very beautifully.

Watching the explosion of fire from a distance, Anse Er was deeply satisfied. After deciding to make it public, he instead regained his rhythm and let it go. The first step was of course to blow up the last No. 4 computer room. He did not intend to leave such a dangerous thing that could affect the civilian magic mirror in the Eastern Region.

Then, waiting for the public opinion to ferment, those lords will inevitably raise the anti-flag when the negative public opinion reaches a peak.

The Demon King lowered his sunset-colored demonic vertical pupils. He still wears these things, but... it seems that it will soon be unnecessary. The Three Realms Alliance has been established, and before the final decisive battle comes, he will do his best to remove everything that may become harmful for the Eastern Region.

Anseyer glanced at the alchemist assistant beside him, and the assistant was so frightened that his head fell off, looking for his head all over the floor. Looking at this somewhat comical scene, Ans El couldn't laugh. The technical department he was in should have been the domain of alchemist Amon, but Amon only entertained him with his assistants, but his body was avoided.

...As it should be, he lied first.

Speaking of which, he has not seen any ministers in the past few days, and seems to be avoiding him on purpose. The servant maids who came and went were still loyal to their duties, and when they came into contact with him, they were a little panicked, and there were always strange behaviors such as constricted pupils, suddenly distorted expressions, wiping their faces with rags, and screaming silently... How much I hate him.

"Maybe it's not that I hate you."

Speaking of the magic mirror, since the news broke, the magic mirror has not moved, and the face page always shows that it is loading, probably because I don't want to see him.

"Whatever you think... Forget it, now is not the time to worry about this, there are still many things to do."

Anseyer felt that he was too strong, and the technical department had handled things well. He got up and prepared to seize the last time to solve some more government affairs for the Eastern Region. As soon as he left, the alchemist in the dark opened his mouth, but when he thought that if he appeared in front of His Majesty, His Majesty might talk about leaving, he suddenly crouched down to the corner of the wall in depression.

This is beyond the limit of social fear!

But...

The alchemist bit the corner of the curtain and looked at the back of His Majesty who was about to leave.

Anse Er heard some small noises, so she turned back in confusion. I saw the alchemy assistant standing behind him, and when he suddenly looked back, the manipulator waved around in a panic, and finally grabbed his machine head in desperation.

Hey!

The alchemy assistant pulled his head off, and after pulling it off, it fell into embarrassment again, and simply lifted his head up—

Look! my head!

Break! !

The head exploded into a small fireworks on the spot, Ans El watched this scene suffocatingly, is this some entertainment function that Amon added to the alchemist assistant? Although the assistant's head is just a decoration, it is a bit exciting to directly explode it into fireworks.

But...this assistant...

The Demon King smiled faintly. He turned around and touched his assistant's head... uh, neck.

"Although I don't know if it's a program or what..." Ans Air said with a smile, "Thank you for making me happy."

In the Devil's Palace, the ministers watched His Majesty's back and bit the curtain every day to hide and hide. Outside the Demon King's Palace, various tabloids also published unfavorable remarks against Ansi Er at the behest of the lord, believing that the angels must have plots when they became the Demon King, which caused a lot of trouble.

There is no news for the big newspaper for the time being. As the most authoritative newspaper in the Eastern Region, the editor-in-chief of "Dongyu News" is almost bald. To use an analogy from the personal world, this news is comparable to the president of one country suddenly becoming an undercover agent of another country... What? Has there been a similar example in the human world? It was just a joke, they were the real thing!

For a while, they didn't receive any advice from above, and the Devil's Palace was very quiet, and the editor-in-chief was so anxious that he had to grow his horns!

"There's no way." The editor-in-chief muttered, slamming the table heavily, "I'll go and ask Senior Elio!"

The legend of the press, the conscience of the industry, and the immortal writer who has retreated to the second line, there must be a way!

The editor-in-chief of "Eastern News" came to the door to ask for an interview, and Elio was in the newspaper's own office. The editor-in-chief carefully bypassed all kinds of scattered information and celebrity news on the ground, came to the door of the office where the sign "Don't disturb if you die" was hanging all the year round, and took a deep breath.

See you! The senior who gave him advice when he stepped into journalism!

The editor-in-chief's eyes suddenly popped to the side, and he saw a dazzling array of gifts placed by the door. Although the identity of Elio's predecessors is not widely known, after all, some people have channels to know, and depending on the number of gifts, more than one group of people should have come.

But the news was urgent, and the editor-in-chief didn't care about anything, so he closed the door lightly.

"People come in, and courtesy goes out."

An unpleasant voice came from the door, it seems that the senior is in a bad mood. The editor-in-chief squeezed his sweat secretly. He put down the gift, pressed his protruding eyeballs inward, and tiptoed into the door.

In addition to the typhoon-like messy information in the office, a demon was sitting at the desk. It's a bit reluctant to say that he is sitting, because the demon's feet are on the edge of the table, and the whole person is leaning back together with the chair, and only two legs of the chair are left on the ground. The demon lay half-lying like that, with a pen pinned between the crooked horns.

Pinning the pen to the horn means to the demon—

The pen is with his dignity.

There is another demon in the room, well-dressed, but his eyes are a bit oily. This is a tabloid editor-in-chief. He came to the headquarters of the "Eastern Entertainment News", and he could find a senior like Elio who had been hidden for many years. Naturally, someone pointed.

"Mr. Elio, you also know about the recent turmoil..." He laughed along with him, "The current hot spot of public opinion is that Your Majesty...haha...that's not good for the Demon World."

"I want to know, an angel, who knows what purpose he came with, this time he accidentally showed his tail, as a practitioner of journalism, I can write an article to inform the public of the Danger."

The dangling chair stopped, and the demon on the chair made a "uh" sound.

"So, you want me to write?"

"Yes! Yes!" The editor-in-chief of the tabloid immediately praised Elio's wisdom, "I really can't hide anything from you! Several of our newspapers thought that you would write a manuscript, and then we release together."

"When the joint report comes out, His Majesty the Demon King is destined to fail in public opinion!"

The editor-in-chief of the tabloid has been bought by the lord, and this time he is here to be a lobbyist. The editor-in-chief of "Eastern News", who was standing in the corner consciously, opened his mouth when he heard these words. Such a report on His Majesty the Demon King is really...

Unexpectedly, listening to his words, Elio in the chair laughed instead. The four legs of the chair fell to the ground, and he smiled and hooked his fingers at the tabloid editor.

"You, come here."

The editor-in-chief of the tabloid thought he was going to say something private, and he was taboo for a third party to hear it. The attitude of all ears. The next second, he was kicked out and hit the door with a "bang".

The young demon who passed through the corridor was startled by the loud noise, spilling the information in his hand. He looked at the "Do Not Disturb" sign that was still shaking left and right, and hesitantly put his ear to the door and listened carefully.

said solemnly.

"How much is it to eat those lords? The older generation who came from the war is not dead yet!"

He put his foot on the devil's head and whispered softly in the wailing, but every word was heartbreaking.

"What was our life before? What is our life now? Who brought it all?"

"If you eat meat, you will bite people's hands. When a mouse enters the cat's nest, it does not know how to catch it, but instead squeaks... What nonsense! You're still an editor-in-chief!"

Amid the beating, the editor-in-chief of "Eastern News" in the corner looked solemn. He had some ideas before, but now Elio's words have strengthened his determination. Yes, that's right, his trip should be to ask Mr. Ellio to write!

The questioning continues.

"As a writer, why did you pick up this pen in the first place? Is it for popularity and traffic, for money and standing in line, or for the land and land under your feet? The devil on top?"

Ellio looked down at the tabloid editor-in-chief who was trembling under his feet, and was rather disillusioned.

"Go away and eat what's inside. I know what my pen is going to write!"

The door of the room was kicked open, the editor-in-chief of the tabloid was thrown out like garbage, and the wooden sign "Don't disturb if you die" was smashed on the face of the tabloid editor-in-chief. The young demon who was eavesdropping on the door outside was startled, and without waiting for an apology, Elio ordered him lazily.

"Like the previous three, hand it over to the guards in the city. I also cleaned up the rituals at the door, and the offerings of lackeys are disgusting."

The editor-in-chief of "Eastern News" raised his hand tremblingly.

"It's still...and mine..."

Ellio glanced sharply, the editor-in-chief closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.

"I'm here this time, and I also want to invite you to come out, write an article, and post it on our "East Region News"!"

Ellio looked at him blankly and spat out a few words.

"What do you want to write?"

His hands are already on the chair, ready to attack. The editor-in-chief was scared to death, and said hastily.

"I trust my senior's writing ability very much. Wasn't the original "Morning Star Wearing a Crown, the Wind Stops the Waves" written by my senior?"

"The heat is now one-sided accusing Your Majesty of being an angel with bad intentions. If you want to know who is behind the manipulation, the people's hearts are actually like a mirror, just wait for us to write an article!"

The editor-in-chief spoke urgently and earnestly, tears flashing in his eyes.

"Please write for Your Majesty - come out!"

Ellio did not speak for a while, he paced in the messy office, in the light and shadow, he recalled the time when he wrote an article on the notice board in the city to denounce His Majesty. Later, the morning star also rose under his pen in the Eastern Region, and he remembered that night when he looked at the starlight between the pages, and how he shed tears in the face of the starlight.

The devil with the pen in the corner raised his hand and pulled the pen with the starlight written on it from his horn.

"...ink."

"Yes! Yes!" The editor-in-chief was so excited that he hurried over to pull out the chair and prepare ink, "I will serve you to write!"

Standing respectfully, the editor-in-chief carefully craned his neck to read the handwriting on the manuscript paper, and saw Elio think about it a little, and write down the title of the article with a flick of a pen—

On the Injustice of Heaven.

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Heaven: Hello~It'sme~ (choked)