The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns - Chapter 173

    In the human world, the silver-haired girl was walking out of the proving ground. She subconsciously looked at the huge hourglass at the entrance of the proving ground.

    This hourglass stood up a month ago, marking the time left by the devil to mankind, and now there is only a shallow layer left, indicating that time is about to run out. If the monster emperor at the bottom of the silent council is not killed within this time, the demon king will be disappointed in the human world.

    Sylvia’s condition is actually a little bad. The injury she suffered from picking the regenerated irises has not healed, and now she has new wounds on top of old wounds. But her mental state is very good, she is sorting out the statistics of the number of monsters the witcher has sent to her… No, now it should be called “the witcher”, but “the hunter”.

    Monsters are monsters and demons are demons.

    The former is an intruder and the latter is a potential ally.

    Although some people proposed to call it “Monster Hunter”, it always felt a little strange, and this name was not adopted.

    Sylvia was not idle when she was resting, she dropped by to supervise the reconstruction of the street. The cat Jasmine, who has been elected as the new president of the Council of Silence, is currently mainly in charge of this matter. She and the remaining alien members of the Council of Silence are re-paving the bluestone road bit by bit, repairing the buildings on both sides, and finally, pulling up the exhibition hall. Triangle bunting.

    —This is a wonderful street where witches and aliens live.

    As long as the monsters are completely eliminated, there will be witches wearing their various witch hats, riding broomsticks, and flying here.

    Sylvia hugged Jasmine and carefully checked the list of materials. After checking, Jasmine covered it with a cat’s paw. In order to prevent the monsters who once stole power from fishing in troubled waters, this is the only designated seal within the Silent Council at present.

    Yun Jian came to this street at this moment. He just came over from the ground and brought some news from the outside world.

    “Miss.”

    The toiled hunter nodded lightly, with obvious dark circles under his eyes. At the moment when Edward’s injury is still unhealed, he is responsible for many of the affairs of the Witcher Club. One day is divided into two days, and a small slice has to be cut out as his own rest time.

    He brought a message to Sylvia.

    “The strength of the pro-demons has been expanding.” He reported calmly, “The secret society that has been destroyed has also begun to revive. The followers of these demons believe that demons will dominate everything, even developed a complete set of teachings like the Holy See.”

    “They believe that as long as human beings worship and pray to the devil as they did in the past, the devil will save the human world from everything.”

    He handed Sylvia a not-so-thin report, Sylvia opened it, and what caught her eye was a frontal photo of a young man.

    “The current leader of the pro-demon faction has inherited the name of Westham, the leader of the secret society, and also calls himself Westham, and has gathered a large number of believers.”

    Sylvia has read the report carefully. At present, the other party is mainly on tour and preaching, and has encouraged the purchase of property for the demons they believe in. The Angel convenience store near the park has become the daily check-in location for the new secret club. Young people who have inherited the name of Westham will bring believers in front of the convenience store every day. Long live.

    This situation is reasonable. After discovering that angels no longer guide humans, some people immediately began to choose demons. Those who originally believed in angels naturally quit, and it was only a matter of time before the two factions clashed.

    Believe in angels? Or the devil?

    Silvia felt as if humanity was standing at a crossroads.

    The angel is on the right, the devil is on the left, human beings are hesitating and don’t know where to go.

    ***

    …The Archon is here again.

    The eternal wind and snow roared around this solid color prison. As the warden of the prison, the more angel Mayfair heard the arrival of the consul, and felt tired. She simply excused herself and stayed in that small cell.

    She doesn’t want to be promoted, and she doesn’t want to be discovered at all, she just wants to stay here.

    Closed her eyes, her platinum-blond braid fell to her side, the angel did not listen or look, her heart was immersed in the eternal snow.

    Suddenly, a bell rang in the wind and snow.

    The angel suddenly opened his bright eyes, no, it was not a bell, but a small crisp sound when the padlock on the cell door was opened and the floor fell.

     Mayfair frowned slightly, she lowered her head and opened her hands, the only cell key was lying quietly in her palm. She locked herself inside, although the defense restrictions of this cell were not activated, and the lock on the door could not be opened easily.

    The shrill voice was still ringing, and with the squeak of the door, someone walked in gently. Mayfair lowered her eyelashes, this is her habitual movement, it can cover the too bright pupil of the corona, and the angel who walks slowly is covered with a light curtain, making it difficult to see his face, but it is gorgeous. The consul’s clothing has already explained his identity.

    Just…

    The slightly drooping eyelashes were raised a little, as if she wanted to see more clearly, Mayfair hesitated, she couldn’t judge what the thin wire in the angel’s hand was doing.

    She glanced at the key in her hand and the wire in the other’s hand.

    It won’t be… pick the lock…

    Seems to have noticed her hesitation, the other party waved, and the lock that fell on the ground flew into his hands. He once again demonstrated how to lock the lock, and then poked it open in just a few seconds. He was so skilled that even the top thieves had to sigh, and Mayfair was stunned.

     Of course, Ansi Er learned this craft in the demon world, and it is usually used to unlock the locks of some demon lords’ treasuries. The complexity is simple, and sometimes the magic lock is not safe. The means of reverse deciphering are quite skilled, but returning to the basics may have unexpected joy.

    Anseyer’s demolition and demolition is very fast, in addition to his business level is really good, but also because there is no restriction on the cell door, it can be opened directly. His current strength is also sound, unlike before. At the beginning, he almost lost all his strength, the door and the wall were heavily restricted, and he couldn’t even lean on it a little. Once he relaxed and leaned on it, he would have a synaesthesia like a venomous thorn.

    Now that I think about it, if no one shows behind such a harsh method of detention, Ansel would not believe it.

    The platinum-haired braided angel finally turned around completely. She stared at the consul who could even pick locks. But when the other party also raised his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was golden red, and he looked at the wind and snow outside the window.

    “…No change at all, the snow here.”

    Mayfair’s heart suddenly thumped heavily, she subconsciously took a half step forward, and saw the other party looking at him again. After being refracted by the light curtain, those eyes showed a golden red as if they had been brewed.

    “It seems that you like to lock yourself up here, but have you thought about a possibility?”

     “That person has long since walked out of the wind and snow seen from this small window, and only you are still here.”

    Golden red eyes, plain and calm tone…

    The pupils of the corona were fully opened, and these pupils, which had only begun to shine since adulthood, reflected the figure of the archon. Mayfair felt like she was crying, she carefully grabbed the corner of the other party’s clothes and cried softly.

    Back…he’s back alive…

    The snowstorm near the solid-color prison has been blowing continuously for many years without a sunny day. Now the angels all think that it must be because the consul is fortunate to be here, and there is such a sunny weather.

    The wind and snow outside the window stopped, and the wind and snow in Mayfair’s heart seemed to stop together.

    Like…

    How she felt when she held that hand.

    Angels do not have congenital disabilities, Mayfair’s birth is always a special case.

    The pupil of the corona has a special bonus to many kinds of magic, but it is too obscure and unrecognizable by non-knowledgeable people. After her birth, Mayfair was lucky not to be abandoned or put up for adoption, but she also lived a life of reaching out and touching other people’s shoes from a very early age.

    It’s not that Mayfair has a special hobby for shoes, but that she always falls.

    It may be because you can’t see the fall, or it may be knocked over by someone unknown. After falling, she could only **** on the ground, often touching the other’s shoes first, and then avoiding them in surprise or disgust.

    No one knows what a gift her eyes are, and she didn’t wait for the learned angel to become a teacher, so she could only enter the junior angel academy like other young angels. But this kind of academy life is aimed at children with sound eyes. Mayfair is young, and even if she has tried her best to use perception magic, she will always be half a beat.

    The little heart was covered with a thick layer of snow, and unfortunately, she was excluded.

    Perception magic was confused, she knelt on the ground, groping frantically. But this time, she didn’t touch any pair of shoes, she touched something slender and soft. As soon as it touched her dirty hand, she held it back gently, with a certain firmness. And warm power.

    It was a…hand.

    How can the hand appear on the ground?

    The young angel helped her up from the ground, and the perception magic was gradually recovering. Mayfair could feel a little emotion of the other party, which was cold and angry.

    [Bullying…Where is your virtue? 】

    The leading angel couldn’t hang his face, he stretched out his feet wearing gorgeous snow-white boots, and there were several distinct fingerprints on these boots.

    [Let me state first, I am not doing nothing. 】

    [My virtue is in the halo above my head, she offended me first! 】

    The young angel did not give in, because he saw the cause and effect with his own eyes from the beginning.

    【Didn’t you frighten her first, and then she touched your boots in a panic? 】

    The leading angel suddenly choked, he was silent for a while, and suddenly said.

    【Don’t you think it’s strange, Ansair? 】He stared at the sunset-colored pupils of the young angel, with a serious expression, 【Before the angel is born, he will obviously undergo strict screening, and there will be no incomplete siblings born at all. 】

     】

    [An incurable blindness like hers is too strange. 】

    He looked at the young angel more seriously.

    【You are also very strange, Ans Air, you are always different from others, and you are always reluctant to get together with others. But I think that you are different from her, you can still change, so don’t care about her. 】

    The companions all gathered behind him, but the leading angel stretched out a hand to the young angel, with anticipation in his eyes.

    【As long as you are like us, Ansair, I am very willing. 】

    【I am willing to accept you and become my best friend! 】

    The author has something to say:

    I saw a comment before that the heaven is a bee colony, and all heretics will be dragged out of the nest and thrown away.

    Devil: ! !

    Wait outside the nest with a bowl~