The Cute King Slime Starting From The Four-Leaf Clover

On the hillside where the Demon God’s skull was originally located.

"Don't look for that devil skull, it doesn't matter."

Nero stood barefoot on the hillside, wearing a black miniskirt, blue-black short hair and a pair of small black horns on his head, and his red eyes stared at the Astar three.

The style of the skirt is a bit like ballet, but it's black.

"The important thing is the statue of the First Generation Magic Emperor on the Demon God's skull. Modern wizards, I hope you can take me to find your Magic Emperor."

"Wait, although you are Nero, not everyone can see the Magic Emperor. You must make things clear before sending you to the Magic Emperor.

And this matter must be reported to the head of the night, and then let him take us to find the magic emperor. "

Magna, as the predecessor of the Magic Knights, may not be strong, but now he has the most right to speak.

"I'm going to talk about it in front of the Magic Emperor. It's just a waste of time to say it now, and I will repeat it again when that time comes.

Please take me to find your Ye Jian leader right away! "

Nero leaned forward slightly as he spoke.

The statue is sealed with the prince. It is absolutely impossible for the prince's light magic to release this kind of black mist.

She glanced at Astar's Magic Book again.

For five hundred years, he has been guarding the statue of the prince. In addition, this magical book has found a new owner. Now it has to be ethical at both ends, but it has neglected the statue of the prince.

The only thing I can do now is to look for the statue of the prince while keeping the magic book of this bloody fool.

"You said lightly, I think too. I flew from the stronghold to Sosi Village and then flew here in the morning, the magic consumption has recovered many times, and there is not much magic left."

Magna said that it will take some time to regain the magic power.

Nero only bit his lower lip, his hands clenched into fists, and cold sweat broke out on the palms of his hands.

For more than five hundred years, the worst plan is if the devil breaks through the seal and reappears in the world, destroying the seal on the prince.

In this way, even if there is more than one demon, it doesn't make much sense to continue to guard the magic book of the blood-blooded fool.

The second is that the devil did not reappear in the world, but the devil's servant or someone who was hostile to the prince broke the statue of the prince to pieces.

The third is the most ideal situation. Someone collected the magic stone and inserted it in the corresponding position of the statue, unlocking the seal and resurrecting the prince.

"There is not so much time for you to recover your magic. Little royal girl, temporarily borrow your magic power for a while, please add magic power to him."

"Oh, good!" Ainuoer replied.

Nero was still a little uneasy, she always felt that something disgusting had been approaching here.

There was always a disgusting breath in the air, but where did she seem to feel it?

demon? ! !

Evil heart? ! !

This is definitely the evil spirit of the devil, she felt it when she faced the devil five hundred years ago.

If the devil is coming...

There is really no time! ! !

The magic of the royal girl is the water attribute, and the magic of the cockscomb head is the fire attribute, and the magic attributes are opposite, so that the supplement of the magic power will not be much faster.

And she had just reintroduced into a human form, and there was not much magic power to use.

"Cockscomb, hurry up and take them out of here on a flying broomstick!"

"But this little magic power can't fly to the stronghold..."

"As far as you can fly, just leave here first!"

"…good."

"Wait, wait, is there any danger? Nahaji Village..." Yasta keenly felt the anxiety in Nero's tone.

"This is no longer about Haji Village. If we don't tell the Magic Emperor quickly, something will happen to the entire Clover Kingdom."

Nero changed back to bird form, grabbed Asta by the hair, and forcibly dragged him away.

...

soon.

A light fell on this hillside, and the wind gently brushed his cloak outside, and the cloak of the golden dawn group could be vaguely seen inside.

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