The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

The conclave's attack caused some confusion at first, but soon the chaos was subdued.The people in black robes who looked like a flock of crows were jointly suppressed by the demon hunters of the various forces present. Even though the secret meeting has a deep foundation, there are three major forces here, and there are many excellent demon hunters who do not belong to any force.

The white-robed old man frowned slightly under the protection of the members of the Holy Court. He didn't understand why Westem chose to do it tonight, because he thought he didn't die fast enough?

If it is not handled properly, the secret society accumulated over the years will be completely destroyed tonight.

However, Westem seemed calm and unhurried. After the situation fell into a disadvantage, he locked on the most powerful top demon hunters. With a flick of his wrist, the magic scroll emitted a strong light, and a spiritual magic suddenly opened.Those powerful demon hunters had room to maneuver even in the face of the six light round magic, but now they fell to the ground in an instant!

The spiritual magic has not dissipated, like a ghost, wandering in the field.

The face of the Pope of the Holy Court was tense, could it be that...

Sure enough, Westem laughed out loud.

"How powerful is the forbidden spell?"

This is a powerful scroll bestowed by the devil to the secret meeting. As long as you hold one, you can run amok in the human world.And for tonight's action, the devil generously gave Westem three more scrolls!

【Tonight, I will take away the brave man. 】

The demon's voice was indifferent, and Westem knelt below, his heart agitated.

Capture the brave!How painful this action should be to those demon hunters!He just likes to see the dumbfounded and helpless look of those who claim to be righteous.

However, Westem didn't know that the devil still had a second sentence left unspoken.

...By the way, clear the inventory.

Selos thought flatly.

Who would have thought that there were actually three garbage like this in his interspatial ring?He thought that the seven-light wheel scroll given to Westem before was all there is... Such a low-efficiency scroll should not exist in the space ring of the great demon king.

Forbidden spell!

Most of the demon hunters present changed their expressions, they knew very well what that meant.

The Holy See Pope's expression changed several times, as if he was weighing.His gaze moved around. For some reason, Sylvia, who had always been there on time, was not there, and even Greyan, the temporary speaker of the Silent Parliament, was not there, which made him have some guesses.The Pope looked at the other member of the Silent Council, the young man who had come with Greyan.

"...Call me?" Baimon laughed. "Ask the interim speaker? I don't know where he is. Before Miss Sylvia came to look for him, he sent me away."

Baimeng's tone was sincere, but in fact he was perfunctory.Compared with other demons, Baimon can be regarded as the type that can establish a good relationship with humans, but only he himself knows how true this good relationship is.He has existed for as long as Astaroth in the Western Regions, and his mind is more complicated and difficult to discern, as if he doesn't care about anything at all.

Only Ansair and Dongyu are special cases.

Sylvia and Graian were absent, and the Pope's expression was unpredictable. He tried hard to find the white-haired brave man in the chaotic scene, but failed.The situation was urgent, and he finally made up his mind to reveal the hole card that the Holy Court had hidden for a long time.

——That is a sage who has survived for more than 500 years and is also a caster of forbidden curses.

—Sage Antony!

"Sage Anthony!" The Pope shouted loudly, "The Holy Court allows the release of the curse to deal with the current dangerous situation!"

Hearing this, the sage held the stick tightly and lowered his eyelashes slightly.

"……Yes."

After the two forbidden spells collided in the hall, Ansair poked his head out from the stairway amidst the intense wind pressure.He only left for a short while, and he kept an eye on the movement in the hall at all times, so nothing would go wrong. He actually left to find Seros.

Seiros said that he was going to fight him, which made him very anxious, wishing that Seiros would appear in front of him and break his head with him in the next second.

Hit!Why are you so slow!Very impatient!

The timing of his appearance was just right. After Anthony used the forbidden spell, his magic power was exhausted and he was panting.After the initial frown, Westam relaxed again. He opened the wide sleeves of his black robe and showed a strange smile.

"Do you think I only have one scroll?"

He showed three scrolls, and the Pope suddenly lost his voice.

"This is impossible!"

One can be said to be luck, but Westem holds three!Three scrolls mean three instant forbidden spells. Unless an angel descends to bless mankind, Westem... may be invincible in the human world.

What about the brave?So far, no one can stop Westem except the brave.

"The Brave Ansair!"

When the Pope spotted Ansair standing at the top of the stairs, his eyes lit up.

Quickly draw the holy sword!

Unexpectedly, the white-haired brave man glanced at him coolly, this look made the Pope suddenly think of it, as if...

Because of his arrogant attitude, the holy court had an affair with the brave man.

Pope: "..."

Sorry for the first time!

Ansair didn't care too much about the Pope. The little black cat rubbed against his calf, its eyes sparkled when it raised its head, and Joey also came to him.

"The switch has been completely damaged and cannot be repaired in the short term." Ansair said succinctly, "But the good news is that there are almost no enemies below, so we only need to eliminate the enemies here."

He gave a reasonable explanation for his departure just now, and then he smiled towards the tense Westem.

"When making plans, you should have considered me, right?"

Ansair drew out the holy sword, his white hair was hanging down, and the unraveled braids were swaying by his side.He just walked towards Westem step by step, with the strongest deterrent force in the human world.

"There is still warmth on the edge of my holy sword."

The white-haired brave man said.

Westem hardly dared to meet those sunset-colored pupils. He resisted the desire to retreat, thinking about the adult's plan.Although the current situation was already mentioned in the plan, Westem still felt that his back was bent by an invisible force when he really faced the brave man.

Too strong.

The holy sword that is still warm means that the brave man's fighting spirit has not been extinguished. Obviously, the brave man has just returned from the simulated hunting, and he is considered to be overheated, and there is still a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

But Westem didn't know that the so-called "remaining temperature" was not a metaphor at all, but the truth.The holy sword is not compatible with Ansair, every time it is overloaded, every time it burns its claws.The fighting spirit in his eyes was more of a kind of impatience, Ansair wanted to fight Theros so much!

The radiance of the holy sword overwhelmed Westem, and the three scrolls disintegrated one after another.Ansair narrowed his eyes, and was about to knock Westem and the unlucky ghosts next to him from the banquet tower. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he immediately retreated, raising the holy sword in front of him, Sparks burst out between the intersections!

Although he retreated temporarily, Ansair's eyes were brighter than ever.

coming!

The black light overflowed, presenting a color completely different from that of the holy sword.The man holding the black sword was wearing a cloak to cover his face, only showing a stern chin.After he and Ansair's swords clashed, each retreated cautiously. Westem narrowly escaped death, and before he had time to get up from the ground, he sat down on the ground and shouted excitedly.

"Your Excellency, you are finally here!"

The devil of secret faith!A demon who can wield a magic sword!

Of course, Ansair recognized this was Seros at a glance. For some reason, he suddenly had a strange feeling——

If he hadn't stepped into the door leading to the Demon Realm that day, he and Theros would have faced off on completely opposite positions as they are now.

But this is just a feeling, an imagination, he and Seros are now companions who are both Demon Kings.

The holy sword Joey has become a sword and has its own consciousness. Looking at the magic sword surrounded by black light, the familiarity lingers in his heart, and a terrible guess floats in his heart.

[Lu... Luther? 】

【Joy! 】

Luther's consciousness burst into tears in the other sword. Of course he was very happy to see his friend, but at the moment his heart was more worried.

【Run!This person wants to harm Ansair, and I'm trying to help you delay time! 】

Delay... for time?

Ansair was a little puzzled, he turned down the holy sword because it was too hot.He suddenly discovered that Seiros on the opposite side also performed the same action, but he saw that Seiros clearly hadn't input power into the magic sword yet?

Theros: "..."

Who knows the pain of holding a sea urchin?

He has worked hard to take measures to make the black thorns exploded on the sword disappear, barely maintaining the appearance of beauty.But where no one else could see, yes, the handle on the hilt of the sword, Luther retained his last stubbornness.

So Seros is fighting while holding a sea urchin!

Both hold swords, and both are in pain.Ansair was scalded, and Seros was pierced.

Ansair and Joey get along well, and their heat resistance has improved greatly after many uses, so he becomes more and more brave as he fights, while Luther, the magic sword, keeps making troubles and trying to help his friends.

Theros: "..."

it hurts!It takes Ansair to brag to get up!

The two fighting against their strengths still destroyed the banquet hall uncontrollably.Anthony and Rhine hid in the corner against the table, with a kitten's head in the middle.A spinning paper cup was torn by the strong wind and slapped over. It slapped the kitten on the face, and Jasmine made a "meow".

Anthony murmured.

"Is this a battle at the level of a hero... Could the other sword be a magic sword..."

Rhine looked down.

"It was a brutal battle. The expressions of both of them were very determined, and they matched each other."

The two demon kings with firm expressions: "..."

It hurts!

It was Luther who played a big role, his stab was too piercing, Ansair seized the opportunity, dragged the huge tail of light with his sword and swung it out!Seros, who was released from the sea, did not resist too much, pretending to stagger a few steps, the black cloak fluttered, and fell to the outside of the banquet hall.

——The brave conquer the forces of darkness.

Almost like an old fairy tale.

Westem was stunned. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, unable to understand.In Westem's heart, how powerful the devil is, and they even got the magic sword, why did they lose to the brave?

"ended."

Ansair turned around with his sword in his hand, facing his companions, and with the other hand, he brushed aside the loose white hair on his shoulder.He let go, and the holy sword fell to the ground and turned into a human form. Joey gasped heavily, his legs softened and he almost knelt down on one knee, but Ansair helped him.

It was used twice in one day, both of which were powerful, and Joey's body was a little overwhelmed.But he didn't rest immediately, but after a while, he waved his hand at Ansair and walked towards the magic sword that was thrown on the other side.

The magic sword turned out to be Luther. It must have suffered a lot in the hands of the secret meeting during this period of time. At critical moments, they always wanted to protect their friends...

Joey was really moved.

Ansair fell into deep thought, um, is this the end?Is this the script that Theros prepared?But after finishing the script, why hasn't he been able to escape... Wait!

Ansair thought deeply and was terrified.

It couldn't be that he struck too hard and just beat Seiros away!

No!

The brave's companions have already started running towards the victorious brave, everyone has a look of peace of mind on their faces, the little black cat Jasmine runs especially fast, she happily "meows" and runs towards Ansair.

Ansair is amazing!After I go back, I have to teach Jasmine how to sew!

Suddenly, the happy expression on Jasmine's kitten's face froze, and everyone's expressions also froze.Time seemed to be slowed down, and the expressions of joy on everyone's faces were transitioning to fear.

Rhine shouted loudly!

"Ansair! Get out of the way!"

That's too late.

The white-haired brave man slowly turned his head, his sunset-colored pupils reflected the jagged horns and broad bat wings under the grand silver moon——

demon.

The demon hugged the white-haired brave man from behind, his bat wings closed to the center, and he was crushed to death like a cage.Ansair could only feel Theros's arm wrapped around his waist, tightened it briefly, and then relaxed it restrainedly, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable.Seiros raised his index finger with the other hand and pressed it lightly against his lips, which was a somewhat ambiguous gesture of silence.

"Shh."

The Demon King whispered in his ear.

"Don't be afraid, it's me."

Ansair's hand that wanted to hit the opponent suddenly calmed down. He didn't resist, but felt that his waist tightened, and he was directly taken off the tower by the demon, and fell into the boundless night.

The demon's wings flapped vigorously, and it took Ansair to fly with no effort at all.

"The acting is quite real." Ansair commented with a smile, "Your expression just now almost made me think you really wanted to arrest me."

Mo Lan's vertical pupils flickered slightly.

He chose not to take up the subject.

On the banquet tower, the room was full of chaos and dead silence.Westem kept sitting down. Tonight, his mood was full of ups and downs, joys and sorrows. His old heart was tortured, but his quick-acting heart-rescue pills had long since been thrown away.

Looking at the stunned crowd, Westem suddenly laughed wildly.

"Hahahahaha!" His facial features were all contorted with laughter, "The devil has captured the brave man!"

He said before that he likes this kind of plot the most, and the faces of people who claim to be righteous show sadness, despair, hesitation, and disbelief.Westem took pleasure in this, and what happened just now was simply too much to his liking.

As expected of the Lord Demon!He easily did what he couldn't do!

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha...haha...ha?"

"..."

Westem laughed maniacally for a while, then slowly stopped.

Westem saw the problem.

The leader of the secret society looked at the angry demon hunters who surrounded him. He and the members of the secret society were all surrounded, shivering, like a flock of weak and helpless little quails.

Westem: "..."

To die!

Lord Demon only captured the brave men, but didn't take them away!

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Westem: The smile fades away.jpg

False Demons: Catch the Princess.

Real Evil: Catch the Brave.

True Demon Theros: Catch Ansair! ! !