The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

After processing a mountain of official documents, quarreling with ministers connected to the remote magic mirror, having afternoon tea with close allies, and arranging important meetings for dinner, His Majesty the Demon King dragged his exhausted body back to his bedroom.

This place is absolutely private, and there is an enchantment set by Ansair himself, so Ansair put aside the "devil king's demeanor" at ease, and threw himself on the soft big bed, as if he had worked all day There was also an extra class of social animals who didn't even want to move a finger.

After lying face down quietly for a while, Ansair got up again in pain.

He also has to take off his contact lenses.

Ansair came to the mirror. This mirror was not connected to the magic mirror network in the Demon King's Palace, so it was very safe.He faced the mirror solemnly, and then began to pull his eyes to remove contact lenses.

What a joke, how could an angel have demon vertical pupils?That must be contact lenses!

It was extremely difficult to take off the contact lenses today, Ansair was in tears, and managed to take off one piece.He blinked in the mirror, and now he could see the huge difference between the two eyes: one still wore the devil's vertical pupils, which appeared arrogant and sharp against the background of the sunset; while the other eye had faded the vertical pupils, The sunset is brilliant, and it only reminds people of gorgeous clouds or a sea of ​​flowers.

—The eyes of an angel.

At this moment, above Ansair's head, something seemed to be flickering slightly.The thing was in the shape of a ring, with a warm light color that could glow even in the dark, hovering softly above Ansair's head.

-Angel's halo.

Ansair took off his contact lenses and burst into tears. Suddenly, the phone rang and almost made him put the contact lenses back.This is a private call, and few people know about it. They are either Ansair's trusted confidantes, or the extremely important leaders of other forces who need to contact Ansier in time.Ansair managed to take off his contact lenses, and he was happy. After calculating the time, it should be a call from the dispatched prime minister, so he picked it up casually.

"Andre?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, only a slight breathing sound.Ansair noticed something from the silence. It was not Prime Minister Andre who made the call, but someone else.The habit of being silent at the beginning is probably only...

"The Demon King of the Western Regions, Theros Asmodeus is calling." The deep voice was a bit cold, reminiscent of some cold and harsh things on the frosty ice field.But the timbre is extremely pleasant, with precise diction and gentle intonation. The elegance and nobility of "The Demon King's Family" for several generations are vividly displayed in this short sentence.

The voice and the full-bodied accent almost made Ansair drop the landline directly.

He also immediately tightened his nerves as the Demon King.

"The Demon King of the Western Regions called late at night, could it be..."

He paused, thinking of the newspaper that made his liver ache during the day, and suddenly had a novel idea, Seros called him late at night, couldn't he be apologizing for the report?

For example, his original intention was to make the outside world feel that the relationship between the East and the West is not very good, but in fact he still approves of Ansair's new trade policy?

"I did make this call because of that report." The voice on the other side was still cold, "I didn't expect the wording of that report to be so..."

I have to apologize!I have to apologize!Immediately apologize to him...

"So gentle."

The.

"...?"

Ansair thought he didn't hear clearly.

"What did you say?"

Hearing a sneer on the other side of the phone, Ansair could almost imagine that guy sitting comfortably in a large armchair with stacks of documents in front of him, but still raised his chin arrogantly.

"My original words should be: Ansair, you are so naive and stupid that there is no cure!"

Before Theros spoke, Ansair actually thought about it, and the other party bowed his head to apologize to him, and the more he thought about it, the more elated he became.Of course, of course, he is the magnanimous Demon King, and he is also a magnanimous angel. If the other party bows his head, he will not hold on...

fart!

It wasn't enough for Ansair to be reported by this, but he also called to scold him for his manipulation of the aperture.

The opposite side is still outputting.

"What do you think about that new trade policy? It can be seen that you seem to have completely given up the support of the demon lords, and even want to touch the interests they have held in their hands for thousands of years." On the other side of the phone, Seros' fingers Tapping on the armrest of the seat showed some restlessness.

"Do you still think you have not been assassinated enough?"

Ansair himself knows this. He is an out-and-out hardliner. All his policies center on the city of Suberbian. Sooner or later the determination to clean them up.Because of this attitude, Ansair has suffered countless assassinations in the past 300 years. Fortunately, his courtiers are loyal and guard the Demon King's Palace like an iron bucket, and Ansair is strong, so he has been alive and kicking.

Theros words surprised him a little.

"Are you... concerned about me?"

He hesitated a bit, apparently not thinking that his 300-year-old enemy would be so kind.

There was the sound of overturning documents on the other end of the phone. After the sound of papers rubbing against each other, Selos' piercing voice came again.

"No, I just hope you can last longer."

"Oh?" Ansair immediately understood what he meant, his sunset-colored eyes narrowed slightly, "You want to attack Levi, the demon king of the Southern Territory?"

"...he's too weak."

That's right.

Weaker creatures will be preyed upon by predators first, and it is best to have a stable surrounding if you are going to hunt.So Theros will hope that he can stabilize for another few hundred years, leaving enough time for the attack on the Southern Territory.

As for whether they will attack Ansair's Suberbian City after capturing the Southern Territory, Ansair believes that it is certain.

He still has time, and still has time to develop the city, and even in the southern region, he wants to get a share.If this period of time is used to gain enough strength to challenge the veteran Demon Lord Seiros, by then, the entire Demon World will become a situation where he and Seiros will divide the world.

The devil's ambition was expanding, and the devil's head was thinking. At that moment, Ansair thought a lot.

"The Southern Territory is very good, a fertile land rich in ore." Even though he knew that the other party could not see him, Ansair still raised his chin proudly and said to the other end of the phone, "I hope you don't put your back when you are infatuated with your prey." Reveal it."

"……You too."

The phone hangs up.

Ansair stood quietly for a while, and then he smoothed his long hair from the top to the end, the halo on his head was shaken by his movements.Only then did he remember this obstructive thing, facing the mirror, Ansair grabbed the aperture with one hand.

Probably because he felt that his life was not long, the aperture began to flicker wildly.

"No, as a demon king, I can't take you to show off." Ansair murmured, and his men worked hard, "Goodbye, Aperture 650."

click!

Once a month, goodbye aperture!

The halo of light that was broken off instantly dimmed, but it was still very moist, glowing like a warm-colored jade.However, compared to the heavier jade, the broken circle of light will be lighter, and will seal the power of light, making itself like an ordinary hard plastic circle.

When Ansair was an angel, he did not acquire relevant knowledge about the nature of the aperture. After all, no angel would tear off the aperture for research.However, Ansair has been fighting with his own halo for many years. He knows that even in a place like the devil world where light elements are thin, the halo will automatically pull and store light energy. When the energy reaches a certain level, it will appear from the head. poses a great threat to the Demon Lord's career, and the best solution is...

break off.

Then, Ansair worked very hard to stuff the dimmed aperture into the special space ring. This ring was stuffed with 650 eight apertures, and it was already full.

It can still be stuffed, stuffed more, hold on, there are not many space rings that can store apertures.

While Ansair was fighting with the aperture, on the other side of the phone hanging up, Seros, the Demon King of the Western Regions, slowly leaned back in his chair.In the Demon King's office, there was only one dimly lit lamp, and a bright silver shadow flashed under the light. It was a silver-winged dragon that flipped over his wings.

The refracted light awakened the Demon King from his contemplation. He looked at the silver-winged dragon, who pressed its front paws on a document in front of him, and let out a low "woo".

It was a letter of surrender, cast by a demon lord under Ansair's command. The content was roughly that the demon lord would create an opportunity to assassinate the current Eastern Demon Lord Ansair, and needed a little help from Theros.

The Demon King lowered his dark blue vertical pupils.

"It can even be handed over to me, his situation..."

The devil then sneered again.

"Such a radical method, such a disregarded policy, how the Demon King balances the forces under his command, it seems that he has never learned..."

Selos stopped.

Of course, Ansair did not learn it. He is a rare demon king who has fought hard from the ordinary demon class, which is completely different from Seros who came from the "devil king family".

The silver-winged dragon saw its owner staring at the table in a daze. In the past 300 years, has the owner been in a daze less often?The silver-winged dragon was used to it, he raised his hind paw and scratched his ear fins, waiting for an instruction.

"Let him come to see me in person, to the front line of the Seventh Abyss." In the end, Theros said, "I believe he will be able to deceive others."

The silver-winged dragon flew away with the secret order, and the devil glanced at the letter of surrender indifferently, and folded it temporarily.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched the horns on his head. The pair of horns were pure black, bony and shining, extremely majestic.

The joint dispatch of troops is just a few days away, when the time comes...

we can meet.

The author has something to say:

Theros: I touch my horns that he touched. (Matryoshka starts XD)