The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

As the special operations team entered the underground facility, the work of the Ansair nature cleaners was put on the agenda.

The so-called underground facility is an air-raid shelter that the town used during the war years. The monster built its nest on the basis of the air-raid shelter. The original architectural design drawings of the air-raid shelter can still be found, but the internal conditions of the monster's lair are unknown.However, Ansair was not very worried. The angelic protection he gave Yun Chan was already invincible in the human world, and general-level monsters could not threaten the demon hunters who went deep underground.

Of course, if someone is alone or too far away from the cloud, the angel's protection will not be able to help.

Thinking of this, Ansair casually slapped a believer-level monster with the lid of the trash can. He has always been very unruly in the use of weapons.It's really inefficient to shoot one by one. Ansair was looking for a place where monsters were dense, and soon he found it.

It was a memorial hall, and the sign of the memorial hall was a somewhat exaggerated gold lettering——

Warrior Memorial.

This kind of memorial hall is like a niche memorial hall in many cities, with a collection of many brave items that are definitely fake.It may be that the item is too careless, the door is very cold, and it is not even in the travel brochure.Somewhat ironically, such a brave memorial hall has a high density of monsters, which is why Ansair came here.

But not without merit, Ansair paused in front of a mural at the entrance of the memorial.

In this mural, the angel lives in the cloud on the right, holds a bow and arrow, and blows a horn, intending to guide.Below the angel is a rough-painted castle, in which sits a princess who is also rough-painted. The brave man holds up the holy sword, followed by the sage, and the two walk towards the princess in the castle along a rough road.

Ansair looked at the mural and felt that the painting was not complete.

Just as the shadow cast by the holy sword on the ground will become a magic sword, the brave will follow the guidance of the angel, and there will be demons following behind him.Human beings stand at the junction of light and dark, with light on one side, darkness on one side, angels on one side, and devils on the other side. They can choose to be either side, or stay where they are... This is the possibility of human beings. sex.

It is precisely because of the existence of this possibility that many forces in the world are so intricate, but Ansair responded with a tolerant attitude towards this.This kind of tolerance made him a little surprised. If he was still in the Supreme Heaven, he definitely would not have this kind of tolerance. Instead, after he landed in the Demon Realm and became the Demon King, he realized more virtues.

On the mural, the already blurred face of the angel suddenly distorted. Seeing Ansair staring at the painting for a long time, a disguised emissary-level monster knew that he had been discovered, so he hissed sharply and stepped from the painting. Drill out.Ansair pulled out the standard short knife issued by the club, raised the knife with his hand, and chopped off the monster's head.

Ansair played a happy game of whack-a-mole with the monsters in the memorial hall. When it was almost noon, Joey, who had not been waiting for Ansair to eat for a long time, ran over and brought Ansair Ordered toast with jam and drinks.

As soon as Ansair took a bite of the bread, he saw Joey opening a box in front of him as if offering a treasure. Inside the box lay the corpse of a horrific believer-level monster.

Ansair: "..."

He held the bread in his hand, and although he did not lose his appetite, he choked for a moment.

"This..." His expression was a bit indescribable, but he soon realized something and looked up at Joey.

"Did you kill this?"

"Yes! As expected of you, Ans! I guessed it right away!" Joy's face was full of excitement, "Send..."

"I don't want it." Ansair interrupted at the speed of light.

"Ugh..."

In addition to delivering meals, Joey also came to present treasures.This morning, he used his physique to restrain and kill a familiar, and obtained the first blood of his career, and immediately used it to celebrate with Ansair.

Ansair: "..."

After joining the club for ten years, he just completed his first kill... How much club welfare did Joey eat for nothing?

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Joey looked aggrieved, "I was also stimulated by you. I just started to work hard... After starting this, I will work hard as a witcher in the future."

Ansair was right when he thought about it, so he praised the venue and studied the death method of the monster's corpse. It looked like it was cut by a sharp object, and the cross section was very smooth...

Just listen to Joey talking excitedly.

"I hit him head-on!"

"..."

Ansair froze for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes to look at Joey's head.

It turned out to be sharp.

If the brave wants to use Joey, he can only grab his feet, right?If you scratch your head, you may cut your hands.

Ansair fell into deep thought about how to use the holy sword.

Before he finished eating a piece of bread, Ansair suddenly heard someone calling him outside the memorial hall, and after a while Joey heard it too, and looked at Ansair suspiciously.Ansair stuffed the bread into his mouth in two or three mouthfuls, and hurried out of the memorial hall, facing an anxious fourth-level demon hunter.

"Ansair, something is wrong! It seems that people from a secret meeting have also entered the town and are confronting the weapons master and the others!"

Ansair said he was done, and then he blinked.

"Then, why did you come to me? I'm just a weak sixth-class star."

For this kind of conflict between organizations, it is normal to find other third-class stars!

The demon hunter was also taken aback for a moment before he realized it.

"Yes, yes..."

But why did he subconsciously feel that Ansair, a sixth-class star, could solve the problem?

Time waited for no one, the witcher gritted his teeth, pulled Ansair and wanted to run away.

"I can't control that much anymore! I'll take you there first, and you can see if I can solve it!"

Ansair was really confused. The behavior of this witcher like a chick dragging his mother to support the field was really incomprehensible to him, but now that everything is in trouble, he is not like Joey The head is very sharp and can break things in two, but we still have to find a way to solve it.

His Majesty the Demon King's thoughts turned, and he quickly gave the optimal solution.

"Don't rush over, call more people first."

After about a few minutes, the confrontation scene became more and more anxious.As a third-class star with deep qualifications, the weapon master stood at the front of all the demon hunters when the second-class star was not there, and looked at the guys from the secret society in front of him with cold eyebrows.

"I repeat, secret meeting people, get out of this town!"

The weapon master frowned fiercely, but when the high-level executives were not around, the secret society would intervene.I also want to know that the secret society that believes in demons is definitely not the same way as the demon hunter. If you don’t meet them in normal times, you might be able to stay safe, but not now. This group of secret society bastards intends to recruit demons here!

The secret society must be expelled from this place as soon as possible. Once the underground demon lair is discovered by the secret society, the consequences will be disastrous.

The leader of the secret society is a proud young man, who is said to be the chief alchemist of the secret society, and everyone else respects this young man very much.The secret alchemist was wearing a hood, showing only an arrogant chin. He didn't care about the weapon master's anger at all.

"It's just a third-class star..." He said coldly, "You don't even deserve to talk to me."

"you……!"

Fran, the chief alchemist of the Secret Society, paced slowly. He was actually impatient to intervene in such matters. He just thought of the lord and thought that he might be rewarded for his hard work. Fran chose to leave his beloved laboratory.

Although this is a territory surrounded by demon hunters, it doesn't matter. The presence of second-class demon hunters will not affect the powerful demons that will covet this place. Not to mention, the second-class demon hunters seem to be absent now.

"The secret meeting will only take away the high-ranking demons, which just cuts down on your workload, so don't be grateful." Fran looked at his nails, then at the old and angry third-rank star in front of him, and smiled lightly.

"Do it."

***

Fortunately, it was noon, and tourists gathered in the dining area. Most of the streets here were still under repair, and there were few people.As soon as he left the crowded place, Ansair jumped directly onto the roof. Under his use of the two-light round magic [light body], it was almost comparable to the four-light round [Feng Xing].

Joey was out of breath following him, which was the result of Ansair's overwhelming speed.

While running, Ansair changed into the uniform of the witcher.His uniform hasn't been made yet, and Joey's coat is a bit too big for him, but that's out of his control now.

"Ans, Ans... slow... slow down..."

Joey was so exhausted from running that he almost dreamed of going back to college for the 800-meter physical test.

"You can't be slow, you have to hurry up, or everyone will leave." Ansair finally finished his clothes. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a figure jumping on the roof in the distance. Obviously, the demon hunter who was going to call people moved quickly. Quickly, the witchers gradually began to gather.

"But, isn't the weapon master still there...he's a third class...should..."

"No, that old tsundere of him will only turn himself into a puffer fish, who can he scold?"

"..."

That's right!

Ansair crossed the last eaves, only to hear a "do it" from below.He conveniently borrowed a crossbow from the demon hunter next to him. The usage of this weapon is not the same as that of a bow and arrow, but the weapon itself can do everything.

The crossbow arrows were powerful, and Fran, who was wearing a hooded cloak, felt a sharp gust of wind blowing against his face, and the magic protection props on him activated instantly!The person who shot the arrow seemed to have expected that he would have protective props, and a magic bounce from the arrow body offset the protection.The strength of the whole arrow remained undiminished, and the barb pierced through Fran's cloak, causing Fran to stagger a step.

[Turning] The magic was activated, and the arrow turned back in the air, making him almost turn over in the air, and finally fell face down like a frog, eating a mouthful of dirt.

Fran: "..."

Others present: "..."

This fall was extremely loud and embarrassing, even if there was no real damage, it still made Fran tremble with anger.When he raised his head angrily, the tip of the crossbow arrow hit his eyeball.

Just a little short.

Fran was so startled that he subconsciously closed his eyes, the arrow pierced his eyelids, and his vision instantly turned blood red.

He only heard a slow voice above his head.

"The Witcher Club is doing business."

"It doesn't matter who you are, all retreat."

The arrow was still hitting his eyes, and Fran didn't even dare to breathe, let alone refute.

Then, he heard the sound of a neat landing, and there were more than a dozen people. In this kind of scene, only the demon hunters would be present, and their number of people had already surpassed their own!

As if to make him reply, after making a deterrent gesture, the arrow tip slowly moved away from his eyes.Fran raised his head hastily, and he only saw that the man had long, pure white hair, his golden-red pupils against the light were a bit dim, and the uniform jacket of a witcher was casually worn, with an astonishing aura.

This is by no means an unknown person!Fran's gaze immediately moved down, looking at the opponent's chest, trying to determine the magnitude.

--empty.

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Ans: Wearing a uniform, without badges, so cool... Guess what star I am?

Generally speaking, the one without the grade mark is the strongest (definitely)