MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 22

Ever since he came to the front, Ansel's spirit has been highly tense. I dare not take off my horns, I dare not take off my contact lenses, and I have to wear wing pendants at all times. It's a miserable life. Now, with no one around, he can finally let himself relax.

The headband was removed from her head, and Ansel brushed her grey hair to make them fluffy. In this way, the state of not wearing anything on the head is the most comfortable for Ans Air... Ask the aperture? The aperture would hover and not hold his hair, which was probably the only good thing about it.

As long as she is a little short, the half-human-high mandala is enough to cover her figure, giving Ansel a great sense of security. After he took off the horn headband, he took off the bat wing pendant in a row. When these two relatively heavy things were removed, Anse Elton felt relieved.

But some people don't feel relieved at all.

Cerros feels cracked!

He is in a trance now, and there is still some kind of luck in his heart. As a well-informed Demon Lord, Theros knew that some demons would break or lose their horns for various reasons, both natural and acquired. Such demons are sympathetic, as their horns are often tied to their power.

The devil attaches great importance to horns, not only because the horns have spiritual symbolism, but also because the horns themselves are an innate energy conversion device. The atmosphere of the demon world is full of various magic elements. The devil absorbs these magic elements and transforms them into themselves. When needed, they are transformed with horns to become the power that is exported to the outside world, similar to the source of magic power of human magicians.

Without horns, the demon's combat effectiveness will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

Thinking of this, Ceros calmed down a little. If Ans Air loses horns for some reason, it seems acceptable to wear a headband, as for why wings... The misfortunes in this world are often unreasonable!

It must be!

Cerros quickly convinced himself, and even a soft pity welled up in his heart.

There are no horns, but the fighting power is strong.

The horns and wings were not enough, Theros saw Ans El suddenly bend over and bury himself among the large mandala. At this distance, he could no longer see Ansair's figure, only the alarm bell in his heart rang frantically!

Should it be gone? ! It should be gone anyway! !

What else? Ansel, how could he...

Sample.

Demon King Mo Lan's vertical pupils clearly reflected that scene—

Above the floating sea of ​​flowers, the radiant light reflects the world, and in the dark background of the sky, a pair of wings that are as bright as a snowy moon suddenly spread out! The wings are pure white and not stained with variegated colors, but they reflect the light of colorful dreams.

It is rumored that the old **** had twelve brilliant wings. If you can see it with your own eyes, it should be what you see at this time.

The radiance and holiness are beyond words.

At the same time, there was light flashing in the dark, and after a few flashes, a shiny aperture lit up.

—The angel stood up from the sea of ​​flowers, with snow wings and white hair, a bright halo, and a gorgeous sunset color in her pupils.

Cerros, who had stitched himself up quickly and then split again: "…"

In front of the scene I saw, all self-deception and self-persuasion became weak. The Demon King of the Eastern Region, Ansair, is actually an angel? I'm afraid that if you say it, it will only be listed on the annual funny list of the devil.

But...

He's so good looking.

***

Anseyer pulled the tip of his wings and pulled most of the snow-white wings in front of him. He touched his lost and recovered wings almost kindly, and combed the feathers with some rusty movements. In any case, a few were not very obedient, so they were pulled out. He still remembered that he had to be careful, that the feathers that were plucked should not be thrown away, and that they should be burned immediately, which was safe and sound.

Cerros, who was watching the whole time beside him: "…"

He doesn't understand! What hobby is it to fly to the sea of ​​flowers in the middle of the night and show your wings to pluck your hair and set it on fire? He was immersed in shock and didn't notice it just now, but now, looking closely, he found that the feathers on Ansair's wings were not neat.

—like a little white bird that doesn't groom itself.

After the little white bird fluttered on the sea of ​​flowers, she folded her wings contentedly. Then, Ceros saw an even more terrifying scene.

Anse Er put her hand on the aperture above her head.

Two hands.

The gesture of grasping.

Cerros felt a strong sense of foreboding, because just now, Ans El also grabbed the horn with both hands... the horn headband, and pulled it up without hesitation!

Having foreseen the fate of that bright aperture, Ceros forced himself to open his eyes, not to close them. In the sight, Ansier grabbed the aperture with both hands and pulled it upward, his expression was a little tense, showing a look of hard work.

Then—

"Click!"

It resounds through the sea of ​​flowers.

His Majesty the Demon King, who has been in power for over a thousand years, was finally unbearable, and closed his eyes slowly and painfully.

He suffered too much tonight.

But while being shocked, Ceros slowly began to think in a trance. He never knew that his rival, his sympathetic counterpart, and the demon king Ansi Er, who ruled the Eastern Region for more than 300 years...is an angel.

After so many years, no one noticed, even he was kept in the dark.

Thinking of this, Ceros' heart suddenly sank slightly.

An angel sneaked into the devil world, and even had the status of a devil...

What is his purpose?

This is not a Ceros conspiracy theory, but impossible to think about. The three worlds have been isolated from each other for many years, but the war that took place in that long time ago has long planted the seeds of hostility and vigilance between the heaven and the devil. In terms of racial personality, angels and demons are also quite incompatible. Angels hate demons indulging in pleasure and doing whatever they want; demons ridicule angels for pretending to be righteous and hypocritical.

Although the isolation has been long, the hostility has not diminished, which is the current situation.

Seros suddenly felt a little wistful.

He didn't want to believe that Ansair came with some kind of purpose. In that case, whether it was the usual way of getting along, or the look of noble ideals in the eyes of the rays of the sun, it is possible is fake.

—No, that demeanor cannot be faked.

However, the so-called "unfinished business" belongs to the seven abyss, or...

What about the Supreme Heaven?

***

This is the highest heaven in the heaven, or it can be called—

Supreme Day.

An angel walked slowly across the wide pearly white stone steps, her white wings covered with silver light armor, and fell behind her. He did not fly with wings, for the place he went to was the most glorious and solemn place in the supreme sky.

The steps were all over, the angel slowly raised his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the giant mural in the Temple of Glory. On the fresco, three angels are dressed in different clothes, but they hold the golden cups together, as if they are celebrating the supreme joy that God is pleased with. In this mural, the angels on the left and right have been adorned with gold and silver light, except for the middle one, which is still a misty gray. 【Note】

Angel's icy blue pupils stared at this huge mural without blinking for a moment, until another person's voice sounded.

"Sharia, you're looking at this painting again."

The angel known as "Sariah" turned his head when he heard the words, and he saw another angel sitting in front of a round table covered with hundreds of flowers, holding a harp in his arms, and gently greeted him laugh.

"It seems that the test on the new born child has no results."

Sharia closed her eyes and walked towards the round table.

"I just… hate being disappointed…"

"Uriel, we've been disappointed too many times."

This time, Uriel, who was holding the harp, also lowered his blue eyes sadly. But soon, he regained his spirits and said with a smile.

"However, I don't think you need to worry too much. This winter, there will be a new angel born, and he will definitely be among them."

"Our comrades, our comrades, are also..."

"The last consul of the heavens."

After he finished speaking, he saw his companion's frown slightly loosened, so he took advantage of the situation.

"Look, Sharia, the egg of the golden bird will hatch soon, which just proves that our wait is not meaningless."

A hint of the character of the last consul. Shalia looked at the egg, her stern eyes gradually melted, a phantom flashed on the halo above his head, and a grown golden bird flew down and landed next to the egg.

Ullil teased.

"You really like him."

Sharia's golden bird quickly pulled out Uriel's golden bird from the flowers, and now it was Sharia's turn to fight back.

"Aren't you the same?"

"Okay okay, I like him too." Uriel laughed, as if looking forward to a dream, he said softly, "I am looking forward to the day when the consuls gather together. The last consuls told me that the last consul foresaw the threat, and he too would carry the banner and bring change to the celestial world."

"...then he should be a famous war angel."

"I think so too."

"I heard that the demon world has gathered three demon kings."

This topic caused silence between the two Archons.

Sariah couldn't sit still anymore, he got up, whether it was to follow up the process of finding a companion or deal with affairs, he couldn't sit here peacefully. The three worlds have been separated for a long time, but it does not mean that the demon world, which has reached its peak, will always remain safe. Once the fire of war like in the past ignited, the heaven where a consul was absent would not be the opponent of the demon world.

"I'm going to the Human World."

He said suddenly.

"In times like these, I am willing to explore even the slightest hope."

Although the three worlds are isolated, hundreds of years ago, there were still certain exchanges. The new angel will not be born for a while, maybe there will be some clues left in the human world.

If the last Archon had already been born...

Thinking of this, Sharia shook her head.

It shouldn't be, the consul grows to a certain level, the golden bird will break out of the shell and chase the halo of the angel. Instead of resting in the egg as it is now.

But the supreme god.

Are you kidding with your people, the last consul...

Why not appear?

The author has something to say:

[Note] The mural pose refers to the Three of the Holy Grail of Tarot cards.

As everyone guessed…

Why didn't the last consul appear so long, don't you have any points in your own heart? ? ? (shaking violently)

When I wrote this chapter, my head was full of jokes about the heaven and the devil.

Heaven: Look! This is my strongest and most beautiful angel!

Devil: Oh…

Heaven: Here you go!

Devil: ? ? ?

Devil: ! !

Devil: Thank you for the gift of nature!