The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns - Chapter 169

    On the agreed day, in order to show the bearing of a demon king, Ans El deliberately got up half an hour earlier and dressed ceremoniously.

      It was rare for anyone to appreciate his Demon King aesthetics, and Ansier was very happy, and he immediately dressed the little golden bird of the same style.

    The little golden bird was dressed up and started shaking. Birdwing pulled down his sunglasses and looked at Ans Air, who also pulled down his sunglasses, across the lens. The two walked into the gate of heaven with their heads held high.

    No, no! cannot!

    I made a call early in the morning, and a certain demon king who was going to make an outfit for Ansair closed his eyes in pain.

    But he thought about it.

    The only suffering is the heaven.

    That’s fine.

    The underworld boss and his bird approached the heavens, almost frightening the two consuls, staring blankly at Ansel’s flamboyant cloak, the thin chain on his wrist, and the Fragmented accessories. The golden bird squatted on the aperture he had installed in advance, with the same arrogant look, the hairs on his chest were fluffed into a ball!

     Cool! strong!

    This is not over yet, the two consuls continued to look at the long list that came out behind Ansel.

    One goose…two goose…ten goose…fifty goose…

      Demon breath.

    Seeing the disbelief on the faces of the two consuls, Ansel raised his sunglasses.

    “It’s the Demon King’s guard of honor, do you have any comments?”

    “Rest assured, of course they won’t be at the festival, but right now…the festival hasn’t started, has it?”

    While speaking, the black swans had already figured out the structure of this inner hall. Suddenly, some geese moved stools, some geese laid carpets, and some geese poured tea, and finally all surrounded by Beside Ansel. The two consuls stood aside a little embarrassedly, but they couldn’t get involved for a while.

    How dare you have an opinion! The news of the celebration has already been released, and if Ans El is unwilling to cooperate, all their arrangements will collapse at the beginning.

    So Sharia did not speak very wisely, while Uriel went out and set up a barrier to cover the faint demonic aura.

    “The celebration is scheduled for the afternoon, thank you very much for your cooperation, Ansel… Your Majesty…”

    Sharia said softly, her voice a little rough when she mentioned the title.

    “In the morning, Uriel and I will arrange everything. The light curtain magic has been set up in advance, and you don’t have to worry about showing your face throughout the celebration. If necessary, the gowns that should have been worn by the selected healing angels, I and Uriel…”

    Ansel stopped them.

    “I’m not arrogant enough to ask the consul to change my clothes.” He smiled, but the smile was very polite, “We’re not that close either. So, teach me My geese, teach them how to wear dresses.”

    Ansier refuses more intimate contact.

    Don’t want to, can’t, don’t need to.

    It’s just three opportunities to cooperate, just for the ultimate purpose of fighting monsters, he doesn’t plan to return to the heaven, and naturally there is no need to make the relationship too close.

    This is not his own quirk, and it is not that the scene where everyone combs his clothes and hair has never happened.

    On the day of wearing the crown, Baimon escaped and the scene was embarrassed. At that time, in addition to the partners who fought together, there were also some lords and representatives sent by the lords to watch, all the demons were waiting to see, waiting to see the new king ascend to the throne and wear the crown of sin.

    No one.

    Otherwise, all their previous sacrifices and efforts, and the bright future within the sight of the Eastern Region, will all vanish.

    So the white-haired demon resolutely took the throne. At that time, the succubus combed his long hair, the prime minister put a coat on him, and the bear-headed man gave him many accessories that he polished day and night. Mu gilded his way to the throne… At last the director knelt down and respectfully invited him to the high platform.

    The phoenix chirped like a flute, the heart was burning, and Wang Yunzheng was long.

    No one knows that the white-haired demon who is about to ascend the throne has long been determined to die. As an angel, maybe the devil will not recognize him at all, he will become a laughing stock, and he will become the target of being attacked by the lord… However, none of this has been realized.

    He heard [arrogance] whispering in his ear, the top of his head sank slightly, and the demon world generously wore a crown for him.

    From that moment on, the white-haired Demon King took an oath.

    The kindness of containment will be repaid.

    The two consuls were saddened in their hearts, and could only respect them. After finishing all the tedious affairs before the celebration, and putting on the cumbersome and luxurious consul gowns for themselves, they hurriedly went to Ans Air. I went to the inner hall to see if there was anything I needed help.

    When they arrived, the black swan had just helped the devil change into the consul’s dress.

    The consul’s dress also has an open collar, but it is more restrained, and there are celestial-style tangled flowers on the inside. The overall color of the dress is light, almost pure white of the sky, and the cloak also has a lining of the color of the sky.

    When the two consuls knocked on the door lightly and entered, Ansel was changing the earrings of the demon king and putting on the cross earrings of the consuls.

    Ansier looked at himself in the mirror, a little strange, he had not worn such a plain color for many years. In the mirror, the black swans surrounded the angel consul whose snowy wings were falling. The silver light armor on the wings flickered slightly, reflecting the smooth eyes of the consul. The sunset-colored eyes were like the eternal sky above the sea of ​​clouds.

    The leader of the black swan was already drunk, and fell on the consul’s cloak with a “quack”. The other geese were also drunk, and they all bowed their long necks to the consul, declaring that they had been conquered, and their wings like black clouds were intertwined together.

    Saria and Uriel were allowed in after knocking on the door. They only saw the angel in front of the mirror looking back, the birds on the halo were scattered, and they were staring at them surrounded by black swans.

    —all strangers.

    ***

    The celebration will take place in the palace of the Supreme Heaven. There is a huge square outside the palace, which is empty on weekdays, enough to accommodate most of the angels. The celebration of the consul’s ascension to the throne is also a rare time when ordinary angels can ascend to the supreme sky. The previous celebration happened more than 300 years ago.

    At that time, Sharia had just become a consul.

    The angel of the lord stood among the lords of the stars who came to watch the ceremony, smiling as before, and after all, a little reluctant, staring at the palace where the consul was about to appear.

    After so many years of business, he knew a lot of angels, but he wanted to see who the consul who suddenly appeared!

    Behind the palace, at the junction between the inner hall and the outer hall, the black swan could no longer follow. He lightly touched Ansier’s palm with his mouth, and his worry was evident in his words. Ansier smiled and pinched his fluffy goose face, indicating that it was all right. Then, he put on a faint smile and walked through the glazed corridor with the other two consuls.

    The Iroha Promenade in the Human World was built according to this promenade. When angels and human beings are intimately connected, they also speak of the majestic beauty of the heavenly world, including the palace of the supreme heaven. Humans are longing for it, so they also build corridors to express their piety.

    As she walked through the corridor, Sharia whispered and confirmed the steps of the celebration with Ans-El. What took up more time in the celebration was the part that was given to ordinary angels to play, and the time for the Archon to show up was very short. After the new consul is on the stage, he will accept the advice of other elder consuls, and then spread his wings, expressing that he wants to bless the heaven, and the last three rulers toast together, indicating that the heaven will enjoy eternal prosperity.

    Anseyer said that he remembered that the scene in the heaven is quite big. This time he agreed to cooperate with the heaven for three days, and he was occupied for a whole day at a time, and there were other things after that. arrange.

    With the sound of the salute, the eternal glory of the supreme sky is full of angels, colorful clouds, ribbons and bouquets adorn everything. In front of the palace square, Ans El spread his wings covered with light armor, revealing that he was a war angel. But the face was not revealed, hidden in the light, only a pair of golden and red eyes that had been slightly changed by the light showed.

    Even with so much cover, Remiller, who was watching the ceremony alone in a remote place, still knocked over the glass. He recalled that the slanting light of the old days fell into the eyes of the reading angels, and it also showed this kind of fineness as if it had been brewed.

    He muttered the name that he had been unable to ask for hundreds of years.

    “Anse…El…”

    Indignant and full of evil thoughts, the Angel of the Lord felt that he was in a bad mood. He wanted to make himself feel better, so he casually spoke to Martis, the Lord of the Martian sky beside him. , in his usual gentle and tranquil tone.

    “Maltis, you don’t have to be unfair to me…”

    Injustice for him! Angry for him! His position as the consul was taken away, and it should have been him who stood on the high platform and raised the golden cup!

    However, he waited for a while, but he didn’t hear a response for a long time. When he turned his head, he found that the red-haired war angel was staring at the three rulers on the high platform. Hearing that the main angel called him again, he turned his head reluctantly.

    “Sorry, what did you just say?”

    “I was so fascinated, the new Archon turned out to be a war angel! Look at his wings, how powerful, he must be a powerful warrior!”

    The Angel of the Lord looked at him blankly, he didn’t understand, Martis was still…why…

    He repeated it while holding back his anger.

    “I mean, Martis, you don’t have to feel sorry for me…”

    “No, no, nothing! Israel, don’t worry!”

    The red-haired War Angel responded at the speed of light, his eyes still fixed on the high platform, his perfunctory meaning was beyond words.

    “I won’t complain about you, don’t worry!”

    Host Angel: “???”

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