The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

As far as Ans Aier is concerned, the tour of the Junior Angel Academy did not affect him too much, and that is a thing of the past.

He glanced at his magic mirror, which was showing the picture in the office of the Devil's Palace. This is the image transmission function that he has turned on to prevent some special situations. Although he has already informed his subordinates that he has important things to do, Ceros will also help him cooperate, but he still needs to take precautions.

In the picture, Feeney is pulling his long and soft tail feathers back into place, then clearing his throat and starting to practice cues and white noise. Although His Majesty is absent, the daily business cannot be forgotten.

In order to make herself look less fishy, ​​Anse Er peeked at the magic mirror, and occasionally recounted his childhood "interesting stories" to the two consuls, making them ashamed.

"I don't know...I don't know you've been through this..."

Shalia said softly, lest it hurt the wound in his heart. However, Ansair apparently did not grasp his contrition and tenderness, and was still glancing at his magic mirror, which showed the bird jumping into the water tray and taking a bath.

Can't play any more, Ansi Er closed the magic mirror and retracted his sight.

"That's nothing." He said casually, "It's all over."

Seeing him so indifferent, Shalia's eyes were a little hot for some reason. He was eager to inform Ansair of his own transformation, Uriel's transformation, and... the transformation of the heavens...

"Because the Angel of Mercury, Israel, was on the suspect list, and he was promoted all the way from the Junior Angel Academy, so that the possible inner ghost would not affect the young angel, us…"

"Wait."

Anse Er suddenly interrupted him, however, he did not want to express his own opinion on the relevant topic, but warned in a voice that others could not hear.

"Don't talk to the devil about the internal affairs of the heavens."

Sharia almost burst into tears!

Before they spoke, they had come to the proving grounds set up in each academy. Such a wide field suitable for fighting is usually prepared for war angels. This venue also made Ansier feel fondly nostalgic for a while. He was bullied and oppressed back then, and I don't know how many little angels who owe money to tears on the spot.

… all of them were beaten and cried by him.

However, at this moment, in the pure white proving ground, there is a conspicuous red beating. When I got closer, I realized that it was a certain war angel whose red hair was being blown by the cold wind in the field, fluttering uncontrollably.

The red-haired war angel stood with a gun and a bad expression.

The Archon Uriel, who was cruising with him, frowned slightly and looked at the tense posture of the other party, even if he was the most gentle and uncontested war angel, he also felt the strong thirst and provocation meaning.

—The rebellious angel of the throne challenged the new consul, but was defeated by the new consul. Since then, he has been convinced and has become a loyal fan under his wings.

A normal script should be like this, but…

The two consuls simultaneously showed an imperceptibly frightened expression.

No! Don't be unfriendly! This consul companion was rented by them with all their hard work!

"That's the character of the War Angel, Ansel, don't mind."

Sharia explained nervously.

"Yes yes, we might as well go to the next location, which is the auditorium. There, a group of lovely little angels will bring us bouquets and perform songs and dances."

Uriel tries to distract.

But their efforts all failed, and the moment he saw the red-haired war angel in the field, Ansel had magically communicated with the other party's brain waves.

An invisible exclamation mark was suspended on Ansair's head, and a small sword was suspended above the head of the red-haired angel Martis, and then the exclamation mark on Ansair's head also became The little sword, the little sword on Martis's head began to glow, and the little sword on Ansi Er's head also began to glow, the two swords rushed forward with a "swoosh" and collided in mid-air.

A fight?

Hit!

Martis had a bad expression, but he was actually in a good mood. He knew that the other party could match his radio waves, and only a powerful War Angel warrior could do it!

…only a fighter can do it!

The red-haired war angel saw that the new archon ignored the dissuasion of the other two archons and stepped into the proving ground. The hemispherical barrier that was jointly blessed by countless angels suddenly rose. rise. As the barrier slowly rose, and finally closed completely in mid-air, Sharia only felt that her heart was also lifted up, and then squeezed into the small gap in the middle.

Sharia: "…"

Ah! !

Groundhog! !

Martis, are you a ghost? Did you know that Ansair was a rented consul and wanted to run away from him?

The rented ones don't have to worry about it, bastard!

The red-haired angel was completely unaware that he was about to usher in a ten-fold job of a consul's revenge. Opposite him, the consul's face was blurred and could not be seen clearly. I saw that he took off his complicated and gorgeous coat at will, and threw it on the ground next to him. The next moment, his wings in light armor opened instantly!

He raised his hand to Martis and hooked his fingers lightly.

Come on.

The heart of the war angel suddenly jumped wildly, at this moment, he could no longer remember the gentle angel Israel who had been greatly respected by him, the only thing shaking in front of his eyes were those **** .

Arrogant! confidence!

A true battle angel!

Lord Venus frowned slightly, obviously disapproving of Maltese's rudeness, while Lord Blue Star seemed to be very forgiving, and even smiled faintly.

"Maltis here again."

Marthus has fought with almost every theme, and it is a test of his decision to give friendship—and it is in battles that the angelic nature is usually best revealed.

Seeing that Ansair was so concerned, he didn't get angry at all and left, and even planned to have a test with Martis, Sharia felt a little relieved. He was not worried that Ansair would be defeated. No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, Ansair was also in the position of the Demon King, and the Demon King's strength...

Wait! Demon King!

Saria's heart was immediately caught in the small slit at the top of the hood, and it was pulled tightly.

Yes, Ansi Er has been a demon king for so many years, the attack methods and magic he used must be used by demons. In this way, the situation becomes dangerous, either Ansi Er hits the head and uses the devil's magic; or if it can't be used, it will be extremely difficult to fight.

But now, this competition cannot be called off.

In the field, two war angels have slammed into each other. Ansier didn't use weapons, and there was no need for that. His eyes watched the red-haired angel's attack path, blinked lightly, and then slapped the opponent with a wing at the moment when the opponent passed by himself!

The red-haired angel was obviously taken aback by the power on his wings, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly and he let himself roll in the air for a few weeks before disappearing in a cloud of fire.

"It's Maltese's housekeeping ability." Jin Xingtian's main position was planted on this, and his expression was a bit ugly, "As expected of the consul, he easily forced out this ability of the other party. ."

The theme of the blue star sky also smiled.

"If Lord Sharia is present, as long as you activate an auxiliary magic, you can immediately see the whereabouts of Martis."

But the last consul is the war angel, I'm afraid I have to wait in place, waiting for Martis to attack...

Lan Xingtian's angel suddenly looked stunned, this scene in the field, she couldn't believe it!

I saw that the white-haired Archon did not choose to wait. Facing the disappearing opponent, he still hovered in the air. The light blurred his face, but the angel of Lan Xingtian seemed to see a faint smile.

You don't need to be present.

He is the power of an angel!

Anseyer closed his eyes and opened them again, his sunset-colored pupils were still staring ahead, but an illusory pupil opened on the top of his head, turning to see through the illusion.

—[Gaze at Vientiane Eyes].

Ansier suddenly felt that it was not bad to agree to cooperate with the heavens, not only to be able to revisit the original place in an open and honest way, but also to use the magic of angels to fight, which made him feel very comfortable.

In comfort, the angel Martis has been discovered by magic, and the archon still flapped his wings monotonously and threw him into the ground, and the specially reinforced ground actually shattered!

Smoke began to fill, and in the dust, the red-haired angel flew up again. He used some fine sand and stones to lift it up, supplemented with his own attack, and the opponent held up the light curtain of Angel Power to block it, but he was not prepared for the fighting ingenuity he attached to the stones, and there was an inconspicuous finger on his finger. small wound.

Anseyer raised his eyebrows, finding it interesting, and the shimmering light gathered, wrapping his entire hand. The extravagance of using the [Great Healing Technique] for such a small injury is something that only Ansi Er can do.

In the stands, this time, Shalia held Uriel tightly. Now they don't need to be on guard against the other angels finding something abnormal, because the masters have already run to the fence in shock, leaving them behind, and they have to pretend to be a light-hearted person who already knows about it. already…

Shalia silently opened a [Gaze at Vientiane Eye] above her head, and shared her vision with Uriel. No way, the masters blocked the front position too tightly.

"Sharia..."

Just listen to Uriel whisper.

"You go a little to the left, I want to squeeze in too."

Shalia understood, his heart squeezed aside in the gap of the hood, Uriel also put his heart in, the two hearts squeezed there together, painful hanging on the ground.

Why? !

Anselm seems to know...all angelic magic...

Martis was also shocked. As a person who faced Ansair, he could feel the heavy pressure like a mountain. His description was a little embarrassing, he stood stubbornly on the ground and raised his head. In the mid-air, the light of the healing technique had not been fully gathered, and the white-haired consul showed him his terrifying magical attainments with a desperately relaxed attitude.

No companion required.

He is everything!

The red-haired War Angel bowed his head and gritted his teeth. The light above his head was too dazzling, he didn't dare to look directly, and could only slowly squeeze out two words between his teeth—

"Sacrifice..."

The Archon in the sky laughed softly and said.

"Sacrifice, one percent magic."

Sacrificing magic, the trump card of the war angel on the bright side. Even if they are in a desperate situation, even if they have lost the last bit of strength, as long as there is something they can offer and burn, they can continue to fight.

The two war angels finally collided with the magic of the war angels, and the strong light burst into one piece.

The white hair floated, and Ansair suddenly recalled the red-haired Martis in the flash. When he was still in the celestial world, Martis was already the God of Mars, with a violent and tough personality, and was friendly with Israel, the God of Mercury, and even publicly stated that he hoped that Israel could become the consul.

No wonder Martis chose to provoke him today, in addition to his love of fighting, I am afraid that there is also the meaning of the main angel Israel's injustice. Not knowing whether the other party would continue to look for trouble, Ansier raised his vigilance a little. He descended from mid-air, folded his wings, and watched the defeated red-haired angel limping up from the ground.

Next, I should say something… unwilling?

Sure enough, the red-haired war angel twitched the corners of his mouth and said...a smile that was not often revealed at first glance, so that it was a bit hideous.

"You...you...I..."

He struggled with the subject for a while, and finally settled on it. He raised his eyes resolutely, seeing the momentum as if he was going to fight again.

"I...the color of my hair..."

"It's very similar to your eye color!"

Ansel: "…"

Other Angels: "…"

I even started chatting up! Such an old-fashioned pick-up line!

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