The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

When Theros was feeling really difficult in the face of the magic sword that exploded into a sea urchin, Ansair had already lived a life of lying down.

The demon summoning array is really a good thing, allowing him to lie down.

After Ansair summoned Bululu, he didn't stop. He also grabbed Vasago who was on standby in the human world. The Eastern Region had a big party, and the king and his ministers were in harmony with each other.

Obviously still in the simulated witch hunt, but there is a careful supervisor. Ansair is lying on the rocking chair with a parasol on his head and refreshments at hand. Bululu is lying beside him waiting for him, and the black swan is below with a fruit plate on his head. .The white-haired devil himself wears sunglasses, and no one loves him.

Everyone feels comfortable except for one person who doesn't... no, a goose.

Black Swan:"……"

He stretched his neck, poked his head from the side of the rocking chair, looked at Bululu's position, and then looked at his own position, panic appeared in Mo Lan's eyes.

How could this be so!

no!Can't!

As soon as he put the fruit plate away, he wiped his feet vigorously, and was about to get on the rocking chair.

The seat next to Ansair is his!

Fluffy and glutinous, how to choose?Ansair was caught up in this sweet trouble.Just when he was troubled, Vasago, who went to carry out the order of the Demon King, returned slowly.

Ansair was a little concerned about the imprint of the angel with broken wings, so he sent Vasago out to search for related items. If there is scroll information, it would be of great benefit.Vasago has thousands of tentacles, flexible and changeable, very suitable for searching things.At the same time, Ansair gave him additional requirements, hoping to avoid the brave and his party as much as possible.

"Your Majesty, this is the harvest of this trip."

Vasago's tentacles organized a pile of ancient relics into a small box, and handed it to Ansair with both hands, while some monster corpses were rolled up and placed on the other side. These were spoils for His Majesty.He even had enough energy to go around the brave man's place, and saw that several human friends of His Majesty had gathered together, looking for His Majesty, and killing monsters at the same time.

It is worthy of being the human friend chosen by His Majesty, with a very positive attitude, which makes people happy.

Ansair picked up those ancient artifacts, most of which were some precious alchemy notes.Although this thing is valuable, it is difficult to read it in a short time, because the great alchemists basically have their own set of note symbols, one is for confidentiality, and the other is for convenience.

Ansair is familiar with Amon's symbol system, but it doesn't mean that he can understand these materials instantly.He can only read the general direction, probably about energy immersion, which is very off the beaten track.

Is this what the alchemist who lives in seclusion here studies?What does it have to do with the emblem of the angel with broken wings?

Bu Lulu accompanied him to read these materials. The Minister of Finance has extensive experience and is proficient in various language symbols. Reading these materials still feels overwhelming.Ansair lowered his head and looked at Bululu who had turned into a sad mushroom shape. There was really nothing wrong with a big head.

The black swan was upset at seeing that green tea-flavored slime now, and was a little sulking at Ansair, pattering along the wall.There is also morning and evening in the ruins. At this moment, the setting sun is shining, and the black swan thinks that the color is very similar to Ansair's eyes, so he raises his head and stops to watch.

He happened to see the reflection of the setting sun on the wall, reflecting a line of ancient divine language.

[The angel stops here. 】

Ansair finished rummaging through the pile of things without any substantial gains. Suddenly, he saw the black swan running back, resting its crimson beak on his lap, then raised its head again, and kept swaying in a certain direction.

Black Swan's expression of not pulling clothes with his mouth really has a bit of Seiros-like subtlety, as if he has discovered something new.

The consciousness of Seros in the body of the black swan can understand the language of the ancient gods, which of course depends on the deep accumulation of the Asmodeus family.That sentence under the setting sun should be an important reminder. When it comes to angels, Theros subconsciously thinks of Ansair.

There is no more angelic angel than Ansair.

"Is there anything here?" Following the black swan, Ansair came to the wall.At this moment, the oblique photo has disappeared, and the sentence written in the ancient divine language is nowhere to be found.Black Swan thought for a while, and before he could come up with anything, he heard Ansair stepping on the mechanism and making a soft noise.

He just stepped on it, but there is no problem at all!

wait, is it...

Angels stop here?

The moment the ground sank and fell, Ansair was also a little surprised, but his reaction was extremely fast, and he immediately prepared the magic of flying and protection in the air, which was enough to deal with any unexpected situation.When he landed safely, before he had time to check the surrounding situation, he heard the short cry of a swan from above his head, and the black swan flew down immediately.

He seemed to want to protect Ansair very much, and he half-spread his wings as soon as he came, showing a deterrent posture.Ansair smiled, and he touched the goose's head to show that he was fine.Bululu and Vasago above also heard the movement, knowing that His Majesty would not encounter any danger with his strength, they still did not hide their worries.

"His Majesty!"

"It's okay." Ansair waved his hand, and he looked at the small room. This should be a small secret room for storing precious materials, and there is no danger.After making sure, he let the ministers above come down.

After a closer look, Ansair found that this small secret room was actually dark, but the walls used a special kind of fluorite, so the secret room was shrouded in a soft light.What is even more amazing is that there are actually countless reliefs on the walls of the secret room, all of which are engraved with an angel with wings, and the face of the angel is more and more radiant in the soft light.

Such continuous carvings, such meticulous brushstrokes, and such an expensive cost... It can be imagined that the people who carved these angel reliefs must have some kind of strong feelings.

The black swan also looked up at these reliefs. This feeling must be love, but expressing love in such a small secret room always feels a little insufficient. A city wall!

It was this kind of thinking that made Theros realize that what he had noticed before was wrong.

Even if it was Ansair's sculpture, he would not place it in such a small and claustrophobic secret room, but would place it in an open and bright space.He hopes that more people can identify with Ansair, and that his morning star will always shine brightly.

The secret room originally had the intention of restraint, shackles, and ulterior motives.

"Your Majesty, here!"

Bululu, who is good at treasure hunting, made a new discovery. His soft body flattened out, and he got under the table. After a while, he got out softly again, and spit out several scrolls.

The small warehouse in Bululu's body is really very convenient.

Ansair used magic to detect the scroll before pulling it away in the air. After reading a few lines, his eyebrows frowned slightly.He handed the scroll to Vasago and made a slight gesture, so Vasago began to read it too, and Bululu jumped and jumped below, wanting to read it too.

"Fallen Angel..." The supervisor raised his eyebrows slightly, "This should be the research letter left by the alchemist here, right? I can't see that there are such lunatics among human beings."

Even with a weak body, he touched the level of angels and demons.

Holding the scroll and looking at the carvings all over the secret room, Ansair could only hope in his heart that the unlucky angel ended up successfully escaping, not...

"It is said that when an angel loses his virtue, his white wings will turn black. This is the Fallen Heaven. There are different opinions on whether this process can be reversed." Vasago said what he knew, but his Majesty shook his head slightly.

"No, Vasago, what you said is a saying that is popular in the artistic creation of the demon world and the human world."

"Actually, angels never fall, and their wings never dye."

A bright halo and white wings are the standard equipment for an angel.Ansair stayed in the heaven for more than 1000 years, read all the books he could read in the planetary bookstore, and never saw an example of an angel falling from the sky.What's more, he himself is an angel. Doesn't he know if there is such a color-changing mechanism?

Ansair was thinking like this, when he suddenly saw the black swan tilting his head to look at him.

Ansair: "..."

Not so good!As if being stared at by Theros, he should explain a little bit.

"Cough." He cleared his throat, "I know because I read a book."

Boy, this sentence pattern is similar to "I have a friend"!

But Bululu and Vasago were convinced of this, and praised His Majesty's knowledge and knowledge.Black Swan was silent, looked at Ansair for a while, then looked away again.

Always so witty.

Adorably witty.

Ansair breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, Ansair had come into contact with the term "falling into the sky" in the human world, and now that he mentioned it, he couldn't help but feel a little touched. "Fallen" is actually more like an automatic alarm. When the angel loses his virtue, his wings are honestly stained with dirt, so he knows that he is walking on the wrong path.

There is a saying that after falling into heaven, as long as one works hard to do good deeds or overcome inner demons, one can cleanse one's wings and return to heaven... This is undoubtedly a more beautiful and effective mechanism.

It's a pity that angels will not fall into the sky, and all good and evil are covered under pure snow-like wings.

Ansair lowered his eyelashes.

Otherwise, how did the Supreme Heaven come to where it is today?

***

Celestial Realm, Mercury Sky.

The leading angel woke up from his rest, today is his rest day, and he doesn't have to worry about too many things.In the past, he not only had to coordinate the affairs among the angels, but also submitted a report to the consul.This is a somewhat cumbersome job, but the main angel is happy because he has grasped this job...

It's like holding the consul's ears and heart.

If Ansair was here, he would probably be able to recognize it on the spot. This is the main angel who sent himself into the passage leading to the Demon Realm more than 300 years ago.

Some angels came, said disturbing words, and handed over some simple tasks to the main angel.Mercury is the closest sky to the Supreme Heaven, and the entire Mercury is proud of it. They also have a gentle and responsible main angel, which is Mercury's luck.

The leading angel spoke to each angel with a gentle smile.And when there was no one around, the soft smile quickly faded from his face.

He became expressionless and extremely cold.

The main angel looked at the highest point of the supreme sky in the sea of ​​clouds, ambition and desire gradually emerged on his expressionless face.

There--

There is still an unowned golden bird.