The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns - Chapter 177

    The alchemist who was not pampered didn’t know that big trouble was coming to him.

    Zhenxingtian, the more angel Mayfair brought all her alchemy results and made a big burden, and then prepared some simple clothes and supplies, and prepared the burden to go to the supreme heaven. .

    If the self-recommendation fails, she also has the contact information of the consul, and she can take a special channel.

    The days of decadence are over, she should climb up more, only if she climbs high enough, will she have more chances to see Ans El, who has become a consul.

    Thinking of this, the corona pupil of the healing angel began to shine. She is very confident in her alchemy skills. Those alchemists who are vegetarians in the Supreme Heaven can’t compare to her level. When she encounters a competitor, she will definitely not hesitate…

    Defeat him!

    She wants the position of the first alchemist, to accompany the consul in honor.

    The number one alchemist in the heavens, Remiller, suddenly felt the coolness blowing behind his back, and his heart aroused vigilance. It’s a pity that both of them are too naive and optimistic, completely unaware that they are going to fight for the air.

    Anse Er is gone!

    The demon king who returned to the demon world routinely checked his thriving tea garden, and the tea leaves in the demon world called “Your Majesty” one by one, waiting for him to come.

    Anseyer licked the phoenix’s soft fiery red and gilded feathers, and the little golden bird was supported by a single feather of a wing, doing push-ups, just like the fierce man among the human beings with a single Just like doing push-ups with one finger. Looking at the fast push-up frequency, Jin Bird’s body has obviously recovered, and…

    Stronger!

    In this leisurely overtime time, the prime minister with dark blue curly hair knocked on the door, and some demands just came from the human world.

    “Sylvia, the head of the Witcher Club, wants to ask us for powerful magic that can resist erosion, and said that she will exchange several new technologies in exchange.”

    The chancellor said slowly.

    Sylvia spent a period of time in the demon world. Strictly speaking, the demon ministers of the Eastern Region are half of Sylvia’s teachers. Although this girl is still a little immature, the growth of human beings is rapid, and Andre has reason to believe that Sylvia’s move is quite meaningful.

    It’s just that he couldn’t guess Sylvia’s intention for a while, and he could only guess that it was related to the crusade against the monster emperor.

    “Magic that resists erosion?” Ans El raised his eyebrows, “Why do you need this… Wait.”

    He reacted and his expression became serious.

    Seeing His Majesty’s expression, Andre naturally knew that the wise Majesty had already guessed the intentions of human beings, ah, how stupid he is, and he knows too little, so he can only exhaust His Majesty and answer his doubts for himself .

    “…the magic sword.” Anse Er simply said a word, and Andre instantly understood.

    The principal of the witcher club and the spiritual leader of the human world at the moment, wants to…

    Use a magic sword?

    ***

    The silver-haired girl slowly opened the sealed box, revealing the magic sword inside. The magic sword seemed very quiet in the box, and Luther’s consciousness was sinking in it. He heard the sound and looked out to the outside world, wondering what happened.

    Then, he only felt the silver-haired girl reach out and squeeze his—

    Neck.

    Luther: “…”

    The throat of fate!

    Because it is a familiar person, the magic sword does not stick out spikes, but some things are still beyond the control of the magic sword itself. The powerful darkness and corrosive force hurt the silver-haired girl’s hand, and the scars spread upward, all the way across the wrist and forearm, and finally the erosion stopped slowly before almost swallowing the entire arm.

    It was a severe pain that would make even strong men cry, but the silver-haired girl didn’t even move her eyelashes.

    Unlike Theros who used to use the magic sword, Theros himself is so powerful that the magic sword can’t even bear it, and the current situation will be too large like Ansair uses the holy sword, Make the blade hot. Sylvia doesn’t have that strong power, and as a human, she will even be attacked by the magic sword.

    Dark and sharp power flowed into the girl’s arm, and countless twisted wraiths sighed and whispered in her ear.

    Humans, when you hold this magic sword, fate here predicts—

    Anyone who holds it will not die!

    “I’m fine.” She even comforted Luther softly, “If I make you uncomfortable, remember to tell me.”

    Luther is in a hurry, this is not the problem at all! Release him now!

    …does it hurt? !

    Everything is to kill the monster emperor and prove the strength of human beings to the devil; everything is to kill the enemies of human beings and save the whole human world…

    The eroded wound doesn’t even bleed, it just hurts. In the haze, Sylvia seemed to see her father standing in the shade of flowers again. The other party just smiled at her and disappeared. The whispers I heard in my childhood are still multiplying in the shadows behind the light.

    [In this generation of the principal family, there is only one girl left…]

    【What can a girl do? 】

    【The blood is about to be cut off…】

    The last princess, the last blood of the host family, in the secular concept, only marriage can maximize personal value. Sylvia then remembered the proposal that had been submitted to her desk, hoping that she could marry the brave Rhine, leaving behind a strong bloodline and ensuring that the brave would completely stand on the side of the witcher club.

    In addition, there are all kinds of proposals, Sylvia just finds it ridiculous.

    Her swordsmanship is clearly better than anyone else, she clearly handles every matter properly and efficiently, she never brings shame to the family and the witcher club… She has worked so hard, why Those people still see only the identities of “girls” and “princesses”?

    She doesn’t understand.

    Finally, her thoughts drifted back to Edward’s bedside.

    The sun is filtered by the gauze curtain, and the time spot is soft and warm. The resurrection iris withered, and the knight woke up and looked at the scars on Sylvia sadly.

    【Hill…no…Miss…】

    Sylvia interrupted him, shook her head lightly, and then smiled.

    [Edward. 】

    Her voice was crisp and clear, with an unprecedented clarity.

    【I really like you. 】

    Not waiting for Edward to answer, she closed her eyes slightly again, and the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile.

    【I also like the human world and every important person I meet in my life. 】

    She held the glass cover that contained the completely withered iris in her arms and rubbed it gently. What she learned in the demon world is not only high-end magic, but also the freedom and respect of the capable people without racial and gender bias.

    The demons invariably told her that freedom and dignity are like horns on the head, and they are indispensable. The Demon King told her that the horns on her head are just the derivation of dignity, and the real dignity lies in the heart.

    What about Sylvia’s dignity?

    When everyone is talking about the “princess” in front of her, they want to suppress her and conquer her; She endured, waited, lived in a beautiful castle, prayed only for the brave man from afar every day, and held a happy wedding when the brave man returned.

    […Many people were in front of me, talking about the proper ending of “Princess”. 】

    Silvia smiled faintly.

    [But Edward…]

    [Princess and princess are also different. 】

    ***

     Footsteps echoed, and Sylvia, holding the magic sword, walked across the corridor and opened the door with one hand. Her fierce aura shocked everyone who was gathered to hold a meeting. Then, someone found the magic sword in her hand, and there was a sudden uproar at the scene!

    The principal actually held the magic sword! Will she be corroded by the magic sword? Will it be controlled by the magic sword? At the critical juncture of the crusade against the monster emperor, the principal has become the biggest unstable factor. This is really…

    However, the hero and sage who were present looked at each other and bowed to Sylvia together with the holy sword.

    They trust Sylvia, and believe that with her strong will, she will not be easily swayed by the power of the magic sword. And all the efforts and sacrifices made to strengthen the human side are worthy of respect.

    The kitten Jasmine, who represented the silent council’s position, also bowed her head to greet her. She bowed her head so hard that the cat-eared witch hat fell off. She hurriedly took her head and arched it, but she couldn’t do it at all, but Sylvia smiled and helped her pick up the hat and put it back lightly.

    The strongest combat power of mankind has expressed its position, and the aliens have no objection. It’s a little strange that the Holy See Pope, who should be the most repulsive of the magic sword, actually remained silent throughout the whole process this time, with his eyes down for some reason.

    Unity…the unity of the holy sword and the magic sword…

    Now that I think about it, the words of the old covenant that I once saw still impact the Pope’s heart. In addition to these, he also used the old alliance as a clue to find the records of the first generation of heroes and sages. Although only fragments of those records remain, the content is extremely shocking, almost subverting the Pope’s long-standing cognition.

    Thinking of this, the Pope’s wrinkled cheeks twitched slightly.

    When this meeting is over, he needs to talk to Sylvia alone.

    The leader of the new secret society inherited the name of Westham, he glanced at the Pope vaguely, and then looked at Sylvia. He inherited the inconsistency between the secret society and the Holy Court, and knew that the Holy Court had another angel’s breath a few days ago. Being able to maintain such a close connection with the angel made Westham, who had never received a response from the devil, a little frustrated.

    The arena was silent for a while, and everyone moved to the sides to make way for the girl holding the magic sword.

    Sylvia holds a sword in one hand, and will take a high position as the principal to hold a meeting. She brushed past Rhine, and suddenly heard the hero ask in a low voice.

    “…are you okay?”

    Rhein’s eyes fell on her hand that had been corroded by the magic sword, Sylvia smiled and shook her head, and said softly.

    “I think my life and will can at least endure until the danger is removed for mankind.”

    She is a princess, but princesses are different from princesses.

    The silver-haired girl has reached the highest point, and she will stand on this high point overlooking the bottom, the brave, the sage, the witch, the pope…

    She held the witcher badge in the palm of her hand, with sharp edges and corners, like holding a wheat awn.

    Princesses are different.

    Some princesses choose to marry, some princesses serve as the background of the story, and some princesses wear the crown of the highest and become—

    The Queen.