The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

In the case of being able to mobilize soldiers, there is a big gap between the strength and background of the lord and the devil.

Since wearing the crown, Ansair has been diligent and dedicated to bringing power back to the center.Under his hands, the demon lords did not gain as much power as the Southern Territory, and when it came to development, they were far behind.

After all, the demon lord needs to sleep, and Ansair became so hard that he couldn't even sleep.

When Baqin saw the smoldering fire in the territory, he knew that the general situation was over, and the rhythm of the battle under his men also became disordered.Fuya seized the opportunity, the short blade first pierced the palm of the lord, and then the other two blades appeared, respectively pressing against Baqin's throat and heart.

Kneeling on the ruins, the lord who was eager for talent showed a wry smile.

"I have one last question to ask."

The succubus assassin still firmly controlled him, leaving no possibility of turning over. Hearing this, he slightly raised his chin, motioned him to ask, and answered according to his mood.

Unexpectedly, Baqin burst into tears in a second.

"You are the radish of the devil Ansair, right? Can I ask, how did the devil make so many excellent radishes loyal to him?"

Fuya knew about this problem, but she didn't want to tell Baqin.

His majesty's kindness and glory, and the thorny road that his majesty walked with them, the lord will not know, nor will he understand.They only know how to talk loudly on high seats, and occasionally lower their figures to recruit a few subordinates, so they can be called first-class devils who cherish talents.

Fuya scoffed at this.

Seeing her silent, Baqin thought she was cherishing himself for his king, and sighed in his heart.In any case, he was defeated this time. Even if the assassin's loyalty was unshakable and recruiting was impossible, he should at least know the opponent's name.

Ansair's Andre, Bululu, and even the phoenix Finney all have well-known names, and there must be assassins with astonishing combat power in front of them.He was about to open his mouth to ask, when suddenly, he saw the alchemist Kevin coming slowly, still with short hair and messy appearance, wearing the banquet dress he gave him.

Baqin suddenly had mixed feelings. If he didn't feel something was wrong, he would call himself the lord in vain.But due to inertia, before the suspicion in his mind comes out, the words of concern come out of his mouth first.

"Master, you are fine." He sighed, as if he finally let go of his heart.

However, the other party just looked at him quietly, Baqin slowly opened his mouth and closed it again.

This should be the subordinate of the demon king Ansair, with such a powerful alchemy ability.Now that things have happened, Baqin has a kind of calmness. Even if he is going to be liquidated by the devil, he should ask all the things he wants to know.

"I have always paid a lot of attention to His Majesty's subordinates, but I have never heard of a life alchemist like you. I don't know if you are one of the trump cards hidden by the Demon King, or you just joined the Demon King's command recently. ?”

"Kevin" smiled at him, and he purposely changed back, just to see Baqin's changed face.

"Neither of them." He said calmly, "I am the devil Ansair."

The owner of the radish field you stole!

Bachin: "..."

In a way, he's pretty awesome.

The radish farmers have been dug back!

"Your Majesty the Demon King, I lost to you this time, but I don't think I really lost." Baqin said solemnly, "I just wanted to recruit capable life alchemists too much, and I was negligent, thinking that Suber Bi'an City's military funds are insufficient, and there is no way to send out troops."

"I can admit defeat, but I won't surrender, because your victory is based on your terrifyingly beautiful lineup."

So much talent!So many sparkling talents!Because of the name of the Demon King, talents gathered from all directions, thinking that it is an honor to serve the Demon King.And him?He is just a lord with a small amount of capital. He is constrained by other lords, and he is also struggling to manage his own team. He longs for the prosperity of his own territory to be seen by others one day.

Mr. Andre, whom he yearns for the most, always has a light smile on his face, his strategizing appearance, and his strong domestic and foreign affairs skills make Baqin envious.He knew very well that before the demon king changed, it was impossible for the other party to fall to him, but he still happily wooed, hinted, and longed for it.

This time, if Mr. Andre hadn't deployed troops in time, and if the succubus assassins hadn't suppressed him, the situation would have been completely different.

"I don't approve of you." The lord said forcefully, "You are just taking the name of the devil king and coaxing people to submit to you!"

Ansair's face was calm, and he raised his head slightly arrogantly.

"I don't care if you recognize me or not."

From the moment he stepped into the Demon Realm, it was decided.

He is going to go his way arrogantly.

As expected of an arrogant Demon King.Baqin gritted his teeth and was about to say more...

With a sharp punch, his face was crooked!

Fuya moved her wrists with a sneer on her face.She has endured long enough, since the other party attributed all His Majesty's merits to these ministers, she began to endure.As a result, the momentary patience was exchanged for more and more outrageous words, and the lord didn't know anything at all.

he does not know--

No one was a shining gem when His Majesty met them.

"I can not only use short blades, but also fists." The succubus assassin said flatly, "This time, I will break two of your teeth, and next time, I will break four of your teeth. After you learn not to discriminate I'm going to keep fighting until it's all indiscriminate."

Ansair next to him was slightly startled.

"Fuya..."

The bear-headed Gu Xin also showed his sharp teeth, and his usual gentle and generous expression was replaced by chilling.

"I can do it for you, too."

He stretched out his huge fist, promising that with one punch, all teeth would disappear.

Fuya kept smiling, she turned to Ansair, the corners of her eyes drooped softly.

"Your Majesty, can I have a chat with Lord Bachin alone for a while?"

Ansair: "..."

Ansair: "...then don't beat him up."

Bachin: "..."

It turned out that the demon king he had just reprimanded just now spoke for him, wanting him not to be beaten, and now his mood is very complicated.

Facing Ansair's exhortation, Fuya just smiled and did not respond.

The thing promised to His Majesty must be done, she couldn't help but beat Baqin, so she couldn't answer.

Ansair saw that Gu Xin was also ready to move beside him, and suddenly felt something was wrong.Fuya understands the structure of the human body, and is proficient in torture, so it can be regarded as a little heavy.Gu Xin will die, once he also joins, Baqin will never see the sun of tomorrow.So Ansair stopped entanglement altogether, leaving Fuya and Baqin behind, dragging Xiong Xiong, who was holding a huge fist reluctantly, away.

Xiong Xiong was reluctant to let go, and was still showing Ansair his casserole-sized fist.

"Your Majesty, look, look."

"I'll just punch him, just punch him."

Ansair: "..."

One punch down, the head is gone, no way.He immediately took Gu Xin to ransack the house to distract him.

Without Ansair present, Fuya hit Baqin mercilessly.The lord was lying on the ground panting with his eyes slanted, and the voice of the succubus assassin slowly sounded above his head.

"I've seen too many demons like you."

"I only want to own gems when I see their brilliance, but I don't know that gems used to be ordinary stones, buried in the dark mud."

"It was His Majesty who dug us out of the mud, wiped them clean, put us in his arms, covered us with his own body temperature, and staggered through a long and dull road."

"you do not know any think."

she repeated.

"Lord Bachin, you don't know anything."

***

The white-haired traveler walked briskly down the long, decaying street, holding some freshly baked scones in his arms.Among them was a meatloaf, which he bought with his own money. In the city of Suberbian, where prices soared and the people were struggling to survive, meat was definitely considered a luxury, so he could only buy it once every few months.

The dilapidated drain was overflowing, and the traveler jumped around deftly to avoid getting the sewage on his body.Halfway through the jump, the traveler pricked up his ears and heard the sound of rushing water. He turned his head and saw the sewage flowing, and all of it flowed into the small semi-circular iron gate at the junction of the wall and the ground.

The traveler looked up again, looking at the huge building.

The tyrannical city lord loved fighting beasts. He forcibly recruited the residents of Suberbian City and built this huge and magnificent Colosseum for him.The traveler once served labor here, and some of the walls here were built by him.

In the depths of the iron gate, the warriors of the orc tribe were imprisoned. These warriors dreamed of no tomorrow every night, and when they collapsed on the field tomorrow, they saw the alive self last night with open eyes.

On this day after day.

Misery enveloped the city like dust.

Every demon living in Suberbian City has learned to live cautiously. A building like the Colosseum, where the city lord will visit at any time, will not be approached easily, and the same is true for travelers.

But the traveler just saw it.

Sewage was flowing, and a black inverted triangle nose protruded from the darkness behind the half iron grille.It was fuzzy around the tip of the nose, but not smooth, and the tangled fur was stained with blood.The tip of this nose kept sniffing near the fence, the traveler looked left and right, and finally his eyes fell on his arms.

— the aroma of meatloaf.

Maybe turning a blind eye is the best option, and the traveler thought so too.He lowered his hood, took a few steps in a hurry, but stopped again.

He made a patient expression, reached into the hat and scratched his hair, but he couldn't hold back after all, and jumped over the puddles of water on the ground again briskly, and returned to the iron gate.

The white-haired traveler looked around alertly, then quickly knelt down and took out the wrapped meatloaf from his arms.The meatloaf is hot and fragrant, just out of the oven, overflowing with a luxurious aroma.

He couldn't see the entirety of the orc in the shadows, he could only see the only tip of the nose exposed to the light shaking hastily, about to retreat back into the darkness.

"……Hey."

He cried out and passed the cake in.

"give you to eat."

The fluffy tip of the nose seemed even more panicked, the traveler simply handed the cake to the tip of the nose.It was so fragrant that no orc could resist this temptation, and the mouth full of sharp teeth began to open, so wide that the traveler almost worried that his entire hand would be bitten off in one bite.

Sen Ran's fangs clenched together——

Pulled out the fingernail-sized pie.

A tiny piece of cake rolled between the sharp teeth, before finally swallowing it with great reluctance.Suddenly the chains rang in the darkness, and the traveler heard the grunt of the beast coquettishly, as well as the excited panting of "chi chi".

"……eat quickly."

The traveler who thought he would say "eat slowly" was a bit dumbfounded. While he was vigilant about the situation around him, so as not to be caught by the lackeys of the city lord, he continued to pass the meatloaf into the gap in the fence.Sure enough, the orc's eating speed increased, but it was still very gentle and tore gently, determined not to bite the traveler's hand.

At last there was only a crescent moon left, and the orc stopped eating, his nose wagging and whimpering.

The traveler was startled, as if he understood something, he turned the crescent crescent ninety degrees and held it vertically in his hand.The orc let out another "chuck" and carefully grabbed the other end. The traveler let go, and the meatloaf was finally eaten whole.

The traveler looked at the furry nose with a complicated expression, which contained a gentle beast.

"Besides this, there doesn't seem to be anything I can do for you."

he said softly.

"Hope you're alive tomorrow."

He wrapped his cloak tightly and left, the wind was bleak, and the phoenix egg on his chest was also very cold.Since he left the lake of fire, it has been a long time since the happy "ding-ding" sound came from inside the egg.Just like himself, Egg was silent.

what luck...

It's just a legend.