The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

Because of that group message, the entire East Territory became restless.But the initial choices of the vast majority of demons are surprisingly consistent, that is——

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Delicious.

Most people are very calm, thinking that this is just a high-level rumor, and the images are synthesized.But let alone, Your Majesty's battle angel costume is so beautiful, so beautiful, can you make a peripheral or hang a picture of this thing, they will buy it!

However, as the Demon King's Palace announced the authenticity of the video, and even acknowledged the release of the video, public opinion was in an uproar.

It's... Really? !

Their majesty is an angel? ! !

"Is he crazy? He actually admitted it!"

Gabo couldn't understand either, he stared at the notice issued by the Demon King's Palace in disbelief, read it countless times, trying to find traces of fraud, but there was none at all.This announcement didn't even play any word games, but admitted it frankly and generously.

It's crazy!Does Ansair know what kind of backlash he will encounter?

None of the lords expected that the demon king Ansair would directly recognize the things they worked so hard to send, and they were a little confused for a while.In this way, the reports that they carefully prepared in advance to scold Ansair for cheating, hiding their identities and ulterior motives were somewhat difficult to publish.

"Anyway, hurry up and make another batch of reports!" Gabo waved his hand, and the demon who received the order was frowning. Such a rush to make a manuscript is definitely not as logical as the one prepared before, but they have no better way now up.

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

- locate the source.

The No. [-] machine room located in the lord's territory was blown up very beautifully.

Looking at the flames of the explosion from a distance, Ansair felt deeply satisfied.After making the decision to make it public, he found his own rhythm and let it fly directly. The first step was of course to blow up the last No. [-] computer room. He didn't intend to leave this dangerous thing that could affect civilian magic mirrors in the Eastern Region.

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

The demon king lowered his sunset-colored devilish pupils. He still wears these things now, but...it seems that it will no longer be necessary soon.The Three Realms Alliance has been established, and before the final decisive battle, he will do his best to remove all possible hazards for the Eastern Territory.

Ansair glanced at the alchemy assistant beside him. The assistant lost his head in fright and searched everywhere.Seeing this somewhat funny scene, Ansair couldn't laugh. The technical department he was in was supposed to be the territory of the alchemist Amon, but Amon only entertained him with his assistants, but the main body avoided him.

... As it should be, he was the one who lied first.

Speaking of which, he hasn't seen any ministers in the past few days, and they seem to be avoiding him on purpose.The servants and maids who come and go are still loyal to their duties, and they are always a little panicked when they come into contact with him. They always show weird behaviors such as constricting pupils, suddenly twisting expressions, wiping their faces with a rag, and screaming silently... how much I hate him.

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

The voice in the communication is still ringing steadily. If the Demon King's Demon Mirror needs to pay the phone bill like a mobile phone in the human world, Ansair's phone bill with Theros should have broken the watch recently.

Speaking of the magic mirror, since the news broke, there has been no movement from the magic mirror, and the face page always shows loading, probably because he doesn't want to see him.

"No matter what you think about it... Forget it, now is not the time to worry about this, there are still many things to do."

Ansair felt that he was simply too strong. After handling the matters of the technical department, he got up and prepared to seize the last time to solve more government affairs for the Eastern Territory.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 have to talk about leaving, he immediately squatted down in the corner in depression.

This is beyond the tolerance limit of social fear!

but……

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

Ansair heard some small noises, so he turned around in doubt.I saw the alchemy assistant standing behind him, seeing him suddenly looking back, the mechanical hand waved around in a panic, and finally grabbed his mechanical head in desperation.

Hey!

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

look!my head!

collapse! ! !

The head exploded into a small firework on the spot, and Ansair watched this scene with suffocation. Is this some entertainment function that Amon added to the alchemy assistant?Although the assistant's head is just a decoration, it would be exciting to blow it up into fireworks.

But... this assistant...

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

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

In the devil's palace, the ministers watched His Majesty's back every day, biting the curtains and playing hide-and-seek.Outside the devil's palace, all kinds of tabloids also released words unfavorable to Ansair under the behest of the lord, thinking that the angel must have a conspiracy when he becomes the devil, and there was a lot of trouble.

The big newspaper has not moved for the time being. As the most authoritative newspaper in the Eastern Region, the editor-in-chief of "Eastern Region News" is almost bald.To use an analogy in 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?That's just a joke, but what they are doing is the real thing!

For a while, they didn't receive any instructions from above, and the Demon King's Palace was also extremely quiet, and the editor-in-chief was so anxious that he almost stretched out his horns!

"I can't help it." The editor-in-chief murmured, thumping the table heavily, "I'm going to ask Senior Elliot for advice!"

They are legends in the journalism circle, conscientious in the industry, and unworldly writers who have retreated to the second line and lived in seclusion. There must be a way!

The editor-in-chief of "Eastern Region News" came to the door with a heavy gift, and Elliot was in the newspaper's own office.The editor-in-chief carefully avoided all kinds of scattered materials and celebrity gossip on the ground, came to the door of the office where the sign "Do Not Disturb the Dead" was hung all year round, and took a deep breath.

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

The editor-in-chief's eyeballs suddenly popped to the side, and saw the dazzling array of gifts placed by the door.Although the identity of Senior Elliot is not widely known, after all, some people have channels to know. Judging by the number of gifts, there should be more than one group of people who have come.

But the news was urgent, and the editor-in-chief didn't care about anything, and gently knocked on the door.

"People come in, gifts go out."

There was an unpleasant voice from inside the door, it seemed that the senior was in a bad mood.The editor-in-chief secretly sweated, put down the gift, pressed the protruding eyeballs in, and walked in the door on tiptoe.

In the office, besides the messy materials like a typhoon passing through, a demon was sitting at the desk.It's actually a bit of a stretch to say that it's sitting, because the devil's legs are on the edge of the table, and the whole person and the chair are reclined, leaving only two legs of the chair on the ground.The demon lay half-lying loosely like this, with a pen pinned between its curved horns.

Pinning the pen on the horn means that for this demon——

The pen is with his dignity.

There was another demon in the room, dressed decently, but his eyes were a bit slick.This is a tabloid editor-in-chief. He came to the headquarters of the "Eastern Entertainment News" newspaper, and he was able to find a senior like Elliot who had been reclusive for many years. Naturally, someone pointed him out.

"Mr. Elliot, you also know about the recent turmoil..." He laughed with him, "The current hot topic of public opinion is His Majesty...haha...that is not good for the Demon Realm."

"I would like to know that an angel, who knows what purpose came here, accidentally revealed his tail this time. As journalists, we have to write an article to inform the public of the danger."

The dangling chair stopped, and the demon on the chair let out a "huh".

"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! We several newspapers are thinking that you will write a manuscript, and then we will publish it together."

The editor-in-chief of the tabloid narrowed his eyes, thinking about the gold and silver treasures sent to his home by the lord, he suddenly became more energetic.

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

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

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Elliot on the chair laughed instead.The four legs of the chair fell to the ground, and he smiled and hooked his fingers at the editor-in-chief of the tabloid.

"come here."

The editor-in-chief of the tabloid thought that he was going to say some private news, and was afraid that a third party would hear it. He glanced at the editor-in-chief of "Eastern Region News" standing in the corner, and hurried to Elliot to put on a posture of listening attentively.In the next second, he was kicked out and hit the door with a "bang".

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

The devil with the pen pinned to the corner got up from the seat, came to the editor-in-chief of the tabloid who was too painful to get up, stepped on his head, rolled it hard, and said in a dark voice amidst the painful cry.

"How much benefit have you eaten from those lords? The older generation who came from the flames of war are not dead yet!"

He stepped on the devil's head, and whispered softly amidst the screams, but every word punished his heart.

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

"After eating meat, you know you're going to bite someone's hand, and when a mouse enters the cat's nest, you don't know how to scratch it, but instead squeaks... What kind of shit! You're still the editor-in-chief!"

Amid the sound of beating, the editor-in-chief of "Eastern Region News" in the corner looked solemn. He had some ideas before, but now Elliot's words strengthened his determination.That's right, that's right, he should have come here to invite Mr. Elliot to write the pen!

Questioning continues.

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

Elio looked down at the tabloid editor-in-chief who was trembling at his feet, feeling a little disappointed.

"Go away, eat what's inside and out. What my pen wants to write, it knows best!"

The door of the room was kicked open, the editor-in-chief of the tabloid was thrown out like garbage, and the wooden sign saying "Do not disturb the dead" was smashed on the editor-in-chief's face.The young devil who eavesdropped on the door was taken aback, and without waiting for an apology, Elliot ordered him lazily.

"Like the three before, give it to the guards in the city. I also cleaned up the rituals at the gate. The offerings of running dogs are disgusting."

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

"There's... and mine..."

Elliot 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 of the mountain, write an article, and post it on our "Eastern Region News"!"

Elliot looked at him expressionlessly and spit out a few words.

"What do you want to write?"

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

"I have great trust in the writing skills of the seniors. Wasn't it written by the seniors back then?"

"Now the heat is overwhelmingly accusing His Majesty of being an angel with evil intentions. I think I know who is behind the manipulation. The people's hearts are actually like the mirror. We just wait for us to write an article!"

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

"Please write for His Majesty—come out of the mountain!"

Elio didn't speak for a while, he paced around the messy office, in the light and shadow, he recalled the time when he wrote an article on the bulletin board in the city to denounce His Majesty.Later, the morning star also rose in the Eastern Territory under his pen, and he remembered how he looked at the starlight between the pages that night, and how he shed tears facing the starlight.

The demon with the pen pinned to his horn raised his hand, and took the pen that wrote Starlight from his horn.

"……ink."

"Yes! Yes!" The editor-in-chief was so excited that he couldn't express it. He quickly trotted over to pull out the chair and prepare ink, "I will serve you to write!"

Standing aside respectfully, the editor-in-chief carefully stretched his neck to read the handwriting on the manuscript paper, only to see Elliot thinking for a while, and wrote the title of the article with a swipe of the pen——

"On the Injustice of Heaven".

The author has something to say:

Heaven: Hello~It'sme~ (choked up)