The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Just when Sharia couldn't hold back and was about to try to suggest the exchange condition implicitly, he felt himself being lightly pressed.

——Uriel held him down.

Uriel served as consul longer, more mature, and more stable.He obviously knew what kind of exchange terms Salia would propose, but this matter really shouldn't be rushed. Judging from Ansair's appearance, he knew that once the proposal was made, it would definitely be refuted mercilessly.

And as companions, they must not recklessly expose each other's identity when Ansair was still the devil.When the angel became the devil king, Uriel was very clear about how much backlash it would cause after it was exposed.

Ansair didn't know the entanglement and forbearance of the two consuls in front of him. He was folding a little frog under the table, and when he folded it, he bounced on Seros's lap, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, bouncing, and bouncing.

The little frog hopped around for a while, but was caught by another devil, wrote a few words lightly, and put it back in Ansair's hands.

During the meeting, Ansair glanced at the back of the little paper-folded frog, on which was written the name of a restaurant, followed by an onomatopoeia representing eating.

[Mia! 】

He understood in seconds, and happily ticked the little frog's back.

The talks came to an end, and after some matters were agreed upon, Uriel, who was more mature in thinking, thought it was time.After such a long meeting, Tianjie wants to show that it has put aside everything and is willing to cooperate. It is a matter of course to arrange a dinner party.

There is a [-]% possibility that the two demon kings will accept their invitation out of consideration for the relationship between the two realms.

however……

The two demon kings who were passing the paper-folded little frog, wishing they could even draw up the dinner menu: "..."

Da Baa.

I have an appointment.

The dinner appointment failed, and Salia was used to seeing the two demon kings leaving hand in hand, with a numb face.Fortunately, the ring on his head has grown back now, otherwise it would definitely fall down and hit him on the head again because of this huge setback.

This time it was Sharia who went to comfort Uriel. He kept patting his companion on the back and listening to his companion muttering to himself while holding his head.

"Uriel, I thought you were very stable."

Uriel holding his head: "...do you think it's possible?"

"We are qualified to stand in front of him only if we find out the truth of the matter." Salia whispered, "Just like the related report of Belial that was submitted to us at the beginning, it only said that he was nostalgic for the human world. I wish it would be the same as turning back. Why did Ansair leave the heavenly realm and go to the devil realm? Before this meeting, I also found out the key points."

Seeing his companion raise his head, he went on talking.

"In the records of the heavens, it is said that he committed suicide in fear of crime, and the body has been buried in the angel's tomb... These are all things I have personally confirmed."

Ulli was suddenly terrified.

"But, he's still alive..."

"Yes." Salia lowered her eyes, "Which link is wrong, whether the main angel who is directly responsible to us is blinded, or the main angel has a problem, it is possible, if it is the latter... "

He softly spit out words that made Uriel feel terrified.

"Uriel, how long have our eyes and hearts been blinded?"

A heavy atmosphere permeated the two consuls, and it didn't dissipate until they returned to the heaven.Salia has not closed his eyes for several days, and Uriel is the same. Since Shalia is investigating everywhere, he will take care of other affairs, but the bad news keeps coming.

Remiller's communication directly hit Sharia's optical mirror, and he even forgot to respect the consul. After working overtime and staying up all night for research, his temper was extremely violent, and the results of his research...

"Your Excellency Salia, if you have time, please come to the Planetary Bookstore. I am waiting here in the White Tower of the Bookstore. There are some things that must be discussed in person." Remiller suppressed his anger, he pressed himself faintly With a sore stomach, it was only then that I realized that I hadn't eaten normally for a long time.

The physique of an angel is far superior to that of a human, but it also has a limit.

Remiller's Shuge White Tower is his own private research room, and no one is usually allowed to enter, especially when receiving top-secret missions.Originally, he had an alchemy assistant to remind him to take care of him, but at some point, the assistant ran out of power and turned off the phone.

In the Devil Realm, the alchemist Amon, who has completed the research tasks in the Human Realm, is half vacation and half working, and he tends to forget the time when researching, but there is a little alchemist assistant made by Ansair by his side.

[The assistant pokes you. 】

Ansair's specially recorded voice came from the little assistant's body.

"Amon, eat."

Holding the semi-finished product in his hand, the alchemist struggled with the desire to procrastinate, and then extinguished it without hesitation.

His Majesty called me to eat!

The alchemist "Patada" of the Crow Head ran to eat, and the little assistant put the egg and meat dishes on the table, and then cleared the dishes after eating, and urged the alchemist to walk around the room a few times before sliding the roller to go. At the corner, charging standby.

Ansair's voice throughout the whole process, the alchemist can't refuse at all!

In the White Tower of Shuge, Remiller had already drank a bottle of ice-cold recovery potion, and his body was still unwell, but he was able to speak steadily.He re-transcribed the research report in advance and turned it into a manuscript that even consuls who were not so proficient in alchemy could understand. After such a painstaking revision, he only felt his head throbbing.

Under normal circumstances, Amon, who directly threw the messy notes to His Majesty, drank tea quietly.

Your majesty's level is there, so you can understand it anyway.

"As you two can see, this creature has the characteristics of the heavens, for example, extremely powerful self-healing ability and blessing ability." Remiller's tone was cold, he flipped through the report and continued, "Also, this creature has Some substances whose components cannot be studied, after analysis, do not belong to our world."

In a short period of time, Remiller couldn't do too detailed work, and he also noticed the ability of this creature to reproduce and evolve.

At the end of the report, he was almost questioning, as an alchemist.

"What exactly are these? How many are there?"

Once there are too many such creatures, with their terrifying ability to reproduce, the heavens will soon be over.

The two consuls were silent.

Isn't it over soon?

Even though he was not angry, Remiele still had his heart towards the heavens. On his own, even if he was exhausted, his efficiency would not be much higher.He needs a partner who is quite like-minded, or an assistant who can stand on his own.

"I need assistance." He said bluntly, "I need an assistant with a certain foundation in alchemy, and it is best to have some achievements in medicine and life alchemy."

Sharia almost immediately thought of the angel Mayfair who held the key to the prison in Zhen Xingtian.

However, the invitation sent by the consul himself was politely rejected on the grounds that he did not have such high alchemy attainments, and the consul was asked to find another master.

After rejecting the consul's invitation, Angel Mayfair sat alone in that cell.

She didn't know why the consul came to the prison on a whim, maybe it was for this moment, to get closer, to invite her at this moment.

Fei'er didn't want to guess any more, the pair of coronal pupils reflected the wind and snow outside the small window, which was incomparably brilliant.But no one knew that these eyes were also once dimmed. During the years of existence as a strange and incomplete product, only an angel once held her hand and led her through the darkness.

That angel is dead.

Since then, she has been to the heaven...

No more fantasy.

Because Healing Angel Mayfair refused to answer the call, Salia had to choose a few other loyal angels, and then returned to the Supreme Heaven with a tired face.There is a raging fire that burns his heart all the time, so he will only take a short rest, and then he will go to Zhenxingtian with Uriel again.

In the holy and supreme heaven, among the flowers, he heard the soft song of the golden bird's egg.

Not cute, not dependent, Salia seemed to understand the meaning of the cry now.

"Actually, you are scolding us."

The Consul said softly.

Golden Bird: "..."

He knows it!

During the insult of "Jiujiu", Sharia closed her eyes, and saw the relief of toasting together in her dream, the angels on both sides were full of sorrow, and the angel in the center...

Disappeared without a trace.

***

The little frog jumps!

The two demon kings, who were full of food and drink, were playing a boring game. Ansel stacked the little frogs, and Seros was responsible for the coloring. After a while, there were a bunch of green little frogs.This activity was childish and fun, and the two had a great time.

"I didn't expect you to come, didn't you just say that I would come?"

Theros was painting dark green ripples on the paper frog.

"There are two of them, I don't worry about you being alone."

Ansair spoke very warmly.

The devil's eyes were also soft. He looked at the colored paper frog in his hand, and flicked it to Ansair.

"You are already very brave."

Ansair understood what he meant and lowered his eyes slightly.

"Give me some more time...Speaking of which, how did you find out?"

Selos smiled.

"You always like to solve problems through dialogue, just like between you and me. If everyone is like you, there will be fewer misunderstandings in the Three Realms. But you refuse to communicate with the consul of the heavens."

Ansair played with the frog, his thoughts drifted away.

"I'm just a little worried."

Although I don't hate it very much now, it is certain that I don't want to get close.Ansair even worried that the heavenly realm would affect his life in the demonic realm. He must stay in the demonic realm for a long time, so he must not admit his identity as an angel.

——Only a devil can be a devil king.

This is the most reasonable.

He loves the Demon World, and would rather wear horn headbands and contact lenses for the rest of his life. Even though it is tiring, at least he is completely relaxed in front of Theros.

"It seems that the consul didn't know about your exile." Seros was really puzzled by this point. "As a leader, why don't you care about things? What kind of system is the heaven?"

Ansair couldn't help laughing. Finally, the knowledgeable Selos encountered a blind spot in knowledge.

"You don't know this. The system of the heavens is very strange. The consuls hang in the sky and only deal with the affairs reported by the main angel."

"What about the ones that don't report?"

"The main angels handle it on their own. Their authority is great, and their degree of loyalty is not comparable to that of the demon lords in the demon world."

In fact, the system of the Heaven Realm is somewhat similar to Ansair's current situation, the difference is that he has precious memories with every minister, and understands the past and ideals of the ministers, so he can trust them wholeheartedly.The consuls of the heavens may not necessarily understand every main angel.

Theros frowned deeply, feeling that this was indeed a system that the special race of angels could come up with, and at the same time feeling unreliable.Even in the most ideal situation, the angel is 100% selfless and absolutely loyal, but if a bad date is mixed in, the whole pot of porridge will be ruined.

Not to mention, if you are 100% selfless, you may not be living in a dream. Gods will have selfishness, let alone angels.

He thought about it, and spoke slowly.

"The main angel who exiled you, could it be the ghost?"

Thinking about it in another way, if Theros is an inner ghost who wants to cause trouble in the heavens, then the first thing he must do is to shovel out a powerful and sober angel like Ansair.After shoveling a lot, wouldn't the Heaven Realm let him do whatever he wanted?

Ansair was slightly taken aback. He hadn't thought about it that way, because the heavens are a group decision-making process, and the final executor may not necessarily be the source. Wouldn't it be easy to expose if he framed and executed it?What's more, Ansair had seen that main angel when he was young, and watched him go from ordinary angel to archangel and then to main angel.

Among them, there are more than 1000 years.

"Don't forget." Theros reminded, "According to the research of the two great alchemists, the evolved monsters can live to that age, especially the higher-level monsters. With such a long lifespan, monsters The layout in the heavens may start earlier."

Ans Elton was horrified, but Theros continued.

"Besides, for an angel like you who may change the future of the heavens, you should no longer consider whether you will be exposed. If you don't get rid of you, the monster will fail sooner or later, and he will die sooner or later."

The Demon King sighed deeply.

"Ansair, you don't know how dazzling you are."

"If it were me, I would definitely watch you go to death with my own eyes, and make sure that you will never come back. If I can't send you to death, with blood on my hands, I will definitely kill you."

Ansair has accepted his hypothesis, and said softly.

"But I won't sit still. Exile is fine. If I really want to do something... I will fight to the death."

In a desperate fight, kill the main angel on the spot, and then fight back to the heaven.Although he is weak, if he is lucky enough, he may be able to rush to the supreme sky and directly hit the consul.

Then, he was recognized as a companion on the spot, and logically became one of the three rulers.

But if he really got to that point, he would lose all hope of the heavens, and he would never even trust anyone, including his fellow consuls.

Although he holds a scepter, he has no relatives and friends; although he has great power, he has no warmth.

The Demon King also foresaw such a development, his voice was extremely soft and pitiful.

"If you were the king of angels, Ansair, what would you do?"

Seiros saw that pair of sunset-colored vertical pupils flickering slightly, and the battle angel paused every word, outlining another trajectory of fate, with an expression that was close to that of the Seventh Abyss Front, and he described the burning ideal of dedication to Seiros .

"If I were the king of angels..."

"In extraordinary times, power must be centralized...the heavens don't need three consuls, just me; above the sea of ​​clouds, only my voice is allowed."

"Then, Theros, we shall meet again."

A smile suddenly appeared in Ansair's sunset-colored pupils, which melted away the gloom.

"But I will definitely not be like this now..."

"Always want to be with you."