MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 16

Ansi Er has dreamed of that silver bow and golden arrow countless times.

His six wings were burning fiercely, and the sound from all directions was like the tidal wave of the sea-the monsters, the wriggling, running, flying monsters.

The companions around him began to fall down one by one, their wings flying in all directions, like a mourning elegy.

[You're right, Ansel. 】Before he died, a young angel grabbed his hand tightly, shedding tears of remorse, 【You are right, the troops we sent are simply not enough, we are just here to die... 】

What can Ansair say?

Under death, there is nothing. The resentment in the past, the grievances in the past, are now gone with those scattered wings, and the angel with the bright aperture above his head closed his sunset-colored pupils.

[It's okay, I forgive you. May the light of God cover you and accompany you into eternal sleep. 】

There is no point in resentment, he should hate those invading monsters even more.

The sound of warring soldiers gradually disappeared, and the rustling sound was getting closer. The white-haired war angel gently flattened the corpse of his companion. He stood up. Out of the vast sea of ​​​​clouds, only the six-winged and sunset-like pupils were flaming among the enemies that were covered by dark clouds.

The last golden arrow appeared in his hand.

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[Warning, overload. 】

[Auto-repair is starting, please wait. 】

The sound of the prompt made Ansair suddenly awake, and the horns on his head were sending out a warning that only he could hear. At the same time, a layer of light began to cover the entire headband. This fully functional The horns are repairing themselves.

Bad!

The corner is broken!

Since it is a power conversion device, the power that can be carried and converted in a short time is naturally limited, and it is definitely not as easy as using the original power directly. Habit. Except for the few battles for the position of the Demon King three hundred years ago, Ansi Er has not input excessive power to the horns for a long time, and the current situation is undoubtedly a bit tricky.

He can't add more power for the time being, he better think of other ways...

Anseyer glanced around, it turned out that he had come to the lead-colored stratus of the seventh abyss, and below were the flying monsters that were chasing him, opening their mouths and making a sharp whistle Call. And not far below him, the dark wings of Theros rustled, with sharp edges and a dark blue streamer.

His eyes lit up.

While fighting, Ceros suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind coming from above his head, he had a vague guess in his heart, and raised his head—

Ross almost admired himself, he could still dream at such a time!

This is obviously a disaster!

The number of monsters on this front is more than millions, and now they are all targeting Ansel for some reason. Fortunately, Ansi Er was still sensible and did not continue to flee backwards, otherwise a large number of monsters would attack the rear troops, and the front line would be in chaos!

"I've calmed down." Ans Air took advantage of Ceros's convenience and put several arrows behind him. The monsters are too dense, and you can kill a large area at will.

"I won't back down, but Ceros, you have to stand with me."

Theros' expression changed several times, and finally, he admitted that Ansel's proposal was the most appropriate at the moment.

The Demon King Ansair can’t be folded here, and the three Demon Kings can’t put the pressure on the rear troops, only here, only here, until these monsters give up this unreasonable target until.

“…why are they suddenly targeting you?”

Theros asked, his sharp dark blue vertical pupils staring at Ans El.

The identity of the angel must not be revealed, but Anse Er has already thought about the answer, and his expression remains unchanged.

"I have old grudges with them."

Those withered wings, those dead kindreds, those sacrifices caused by arrogance...

“…”

Theros was silent for a while, and as expected, he did not ask any further questions. When Ansel was eager to establish a front in the Seventh Abyss, he was the same. Apart from the usual tit-for-tat, in these matters, he has an amazing trust in Anse Er.

"Where's Levy?"

He stopped dwelling on the previous topic and asked.

Anse El looked surprised.

"Ask him? He can't help."

"You lead."

His proposal made Ans El's eyes light up, and the demon wings depicting silver stripes flapped a few times, appearing to be gloating.

“…great idea!”

Levy was actually looking for an opportunity to secretly retreat from the battlefield. The other two colleagues were fighting with great momentum. As long as he quietly retreated, or went to the edge of the battlefield, basically no one would notice. After all, Levy didn't intend to fight to the death for this invasion and defense battle, he had his own calculus.

However, Levi's daydreams are destined to be as fragile as his little abacus. When he saw Ansair, who was steadily pulling the hatred of the audience, flying towards him at high speed, he It's black in front of you.

Ansel! And Ceros! Don't think he didn't see these two people conspiring there just now!

Cursing in his heart, Levy still had to do his best, he even used 60-70% of his strength.

The strangulation on the battlefield has developed to a white-hot level, the monsters are almost endless, hatred and the queen's orders have prompted them to pile up to fight, and Ansel is almost soft-handed. The sky was dim and bright twice, two nights and two days had passed, and the wave of monsters still had no end in sight.

"The good news is that they seem to be starting to replenish."

Theros, who has always maintained the Demon King's proud and well-dressed clothes, will inevitably lose his dignity temporarily. The corner of his cloak is burned by the flames, and the fire has been extinguished. down white hair. His eyelids twitched, and he pushed aside the cloak, and he was a little relieved to see that the white hair was still shining and not stained with dust.

Ansier also saw that some giant white worm-shaped monsters were being transported to the battlefield. These monsters did not borrow the characteristics of demon creatures, but maintained their original appearance to supply energy to the monsters. Ansier tried to shoot one, and the corrosive liquid suddenly splashed, feeling a bit like shooting a sour-flavored gummy.

Anselm's Wonderful Parable√

"These worms are only messenger-level, they are not high-level and have no combat power."

Cerros's tone was flat, and after days of fighting, he didn't show any signs of fatigue. A thoughtful look flashed across Mo Lan's devil's vertical pupils, he was weighing whether he was throwing that hole card now.

It has an astonishingly huge abdomen, like a pregnant woman, and in the dim mist, countless flying monsters dance around it like a swarm!

—Queen!

Almost immediately, Ansel and Theros made their judgments at the same time.

"I'm there."

"You go."

Too much in unison, both of them were slightly startled. Then, Ansair smiled, and the horns above his head shone with fragments.

"You go over and kill the queen, there should be higher-level monsters around." Ans El said, he usually opposes Theros, but he will never make a fool of himself in business, Theros The same is true, so he continued to state with considerable confidence, "Exactly, their attention is on me."

Theros stared deeply at him, his gaze resting slightly on the horn above his head. He is very close to Ansier now, and the demon's wings are slightly retracted, which is a somewhat sheltering posture, but Ansier doesn't realize it.

“…good.”

He responded, and the wings opened slightly, changing the previous posture. He also didn't ask Ansier whether he was reluctant or not. There was no need to ask questions that already knew the answer. Just as Ansair trusted his ability, he also trusted Ansier's ability.

"Wait..."

Unexpectedly, before he left, Ansel called him. The sunset-colored vertical pupils flickered slightly, revealing his dishonesty.

"If you need remote support, call me by my name. It can destroy anything within range."

Speaking of this, Ans El tilted his head and smiled, revealing a little bit of bad intentions by the way.

"Just beg me."

He just wanted to take advantage of the language. However, the demon king with dark blue vertical pupils looked at him quietly for a while, and suddenly attached to his ear.

"Okay."

"The remote support of His Majesty the Demon King of the Eastern Region can be obtained in one sentence, which is really worthwhile."

A low voice rang in his ear, like a little coquettish.

"Anse Er..."

"Help~"

The author has something to say:

Cerros: Great deal! Give me a hundred times!

Ansel:…

Damn! I should have known him to call him Daddy!

It seems that chopping melons and vegetables is quite easy to fight, in fact, there are two sober demon kings in this generation of demons, forcing the three demon kings to link together will be so easy, and they have top combat power and capable.

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