The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

The main angel Israel had just attended a meeting and hurried back to count his losses.

On the one hand, he was very fortunate that he and his fellow clan were not identified, because their body itself was just a piece of skin, as long as it continued to supply nutrients, It will remain the same and will not change.

Most of the angels' wings had been dyed black and were temporarily imprisoned.

There are a lot of such angels in the Mercury sky that he presides over, so at the meeting just now, the main angel Israel was rebuked. Fortunately, there are also many angels with black wings in other planets. He has not received much suspicion for the time being, but has just expressed regrets and regrets.

After the initial chaos, the Angels of the Black Wings were held together. These angels hardly resisted, they were all terrified and ashamed, not knowing what kind of strange disease they had, that's why they dyed their beautiful and white wings black. Some of the angels actually faintly noticed that they bowed their heads deeply, suffering incessantly in their hearts.

After a few days, the heavens returned to peace. The influence of this turmoil should have lasted longer, but the three ruling powers of the heaven are now complete, and such a grand celebration is held. It is when the people's hearts are stable, and the angels are still very confident.

Looking at the angels who were still very confident, the main angel still sneered in his heart. Originally thought it was what the heavens used to find him and his kin, but they didn't lose at all, and the heavens also damaged many angels. Isn't this even less able to contend with his plan?

Thinking so easily, the main angel calmed down and started to contact the Demon King Levi.

"I have a precious message here."

He said slowly, facing the light mirror, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It depends on what price you are willing to open."

The secret room was suddenly full of haggling noises, and the monster prince walked out silently, standing at the door stunned. He saw that many familiar faces had disappeared, and those angels had been taken to quarantine because their wings had turned black. But unlike his arrogant elder brother, the prince pursed his lips when he looked at the angel who was taken away in a panic and obediently manner.

These angels still obey orders.

Even if the front is unknown, even if the situation is worrying, unconditional obedience to the orders of the consul is still the supreme criterion in the hearts of the angels. Their monster side seems to have only lost some manpower in the short term. In fact, the bigger loss is that there will be no new blood replenishment from other than the same family in the future.

That is terrible, like losing the outermost protection, directly exposing the core.

What's more, the brothers have been planning for many years, but they still haven't become consuls, which means that they will always lack the means to rule the heaven from the root.

The prince wanted to talk to his brother about this, but in the end, he was moved slightly and chose to keep his mouth shut.

… Needless to say.

In the eyes of the prince, there is a strange light.

***

The sudden blackening of the wings really caught the two consuls by surprise. This time, Salia learned to be smart, and after doing the initial treatment, he no longer covered his head to study by himself, but first asked whether there was a similar situation in the demon world.

"No." Ansair shook his head, "There has never been such a great change in the devil world, it should be because..."

He paused deliberately, apparently Sharia had the same opinion.

"It's because the button was pressed." Shalia said in a deep voice, "But what does the blackening of the wings mean? I thought it was a symbol of a monster, but the most Detailed testing has shown that even with black wings, it is indeed a genuine angel."

Anseyer put his hand on his cheek, Sharia didn't understand the reason, but he seemed to know. Precisely, any human being who knows a little about this culture in his place will know why.

He spoke slowly.

"Sharia, I'll give you links to some genuine novel websites, and I'll recommend a few books to you."

Anseyer moved his finger on the magic mirror and compiled the names of the novels he secretly read during his part-time work in the Human World into a document and sent it to Sally. Asia.

Features—

The Fallen Angel upgrades the cool text!

A large part of the money that Ansair earned from working in the Human World was spent on reading novels, recharging video site memberships, and buying professional books. The Demon King is eagerly absorbing the knowledge of the human world, and if it wasn't for time permitting, he would probably still be able to get a degree.

The Holy Court of the Human World finally waited for the angel's news again, but this time the angel's tone was very polite, he took out a scroll in exchange, and asked the Holy Court to help him download a few genuine novels.

Holy Court: "...?"

Is this your teaching this time? !

The Pope couldn't believe it, but thinking of the many pro-demon factions that have suddenly emerged among humans recently, he couldn't help but report to the angel with concern.

"In recent days, some people have believed in demons..."

“…”

A moment of silence. Just when the Pope began to recall tremblingly whether he had said any offensive words just now, he suddenly heard the angel on the opposite side say lightly.

"This is the freedom of human beings, and it does not violate the covenant of the past. Human beings can believe in any existence or not. Similarly, the heaven and the devil can choose to accept or not to accept. "

He said that he was about to end the communication again, and the Pope finally couldn't contain the long-standing doubts in his heart, and asked a rare question.

"Your Excellency! Please wait! What is the covenant you speak of...?"

My Lord Angel is not the first time to mention the covenant, but the Pope gradually felt that this covenant does not seem to be understood by the Holy See through the ages. Angels are merciful and teach human beings... but more like an equality 's alliance. It's just that other specific content has been scattered over the long years.

Sharia was a little surprised, but having experienced many things recently, his mood was strangely peaceful.

"I do have something important to go out, so I don't have to hang up the communication. Later, I will pass on a photocopy of the covenant to you."

He left, and not long after, a photocopy of the old covenant appeared in the Pope's hands. He opened it with trembling hands, and looked at the signature on the last page first. Those two resounding names struck the Pope's heart like a thunderclap.

—the hero and sage of the first generation.

He looked at the text again and couldn't help but read it out.

"Humans promise to properly guard the holy sword and the magic sword..."

The Pope's pupils began to tremble violently.

"Never use both until necessary..."

"One."

Saria's side, after receiving and studying the Fallen Angel setting in the human world, the more I think about it, the more I think it is like this. Those angels with black wings may have lost their virtues. The black wings are like a mark, marking them from the normal angels, and it is also a kind of reminder to the consul.

Angels are not gods, and angels will also fall. No one lives in the sky forever.

Sariah sighed softly, he showed Uriel the results of his research, and slumped back in the chair.

"Uriel, did you get the exact number?"

he murmured.

Uriel was also in a heavy heart, and he handed the count to Sharia. Shalia glanced at it and sighed.

"With time, the number of [fallen days] may reach one-third."

"Some of the angels should already know why their wings turned black."

Although he was depressed, he was not completely depressed, and he recovered after a while.

"I'm about to start a war with monsters. Angels who have lost their virtues can wash away their sins in other ways."

"We also need to count the sins of the fallen angels. I think all angels will have more or less dark thoughts, and their wings will not be dyed black; but some angels have deep darkness in their hearts, and their Sin can even be manifested in the wings." Uriel added softly, "I'll arrange these things."

Sharia nodded, he was about to drag his tired body to continue busy, trying to catch up with the homework he had left in these many years in the air, but Uriel stopped him.

Sharia turned her head, and was shocked to see tears slowly falling from the blue eyes of her companion in front of her.

"Sharia, are my wings still white?" the consul asked, and after getting a positive answer, he covered his face with one hand.

"I thought I was inexcusable too..."

Older than Shariah, he was the first to be found among the consuls of this generation, and was even taken to the care of the previous consuls. But in all the things that happened now, he seemed so weak and powerless. Not only did he not play the duty of leading the heavens, but instead, he was like a clown, being played around by monsters.

In the end, the heavens fell to such a degree that even the last companion was lost.

…it was his fault.

Looking at the companion who was crying with guilt, Shalia's heart was also sour, and he patted the other's shoulder. Looking back, his wings were still white.

He prefers to believe it is the latter, they are still useful to the heavens.

"Uriel, we can trouble Remiller to study. Can the black on the black wings be removed, and if so, by what way." He said slowly, " Now is not the time to be depressed, the world only depends on you and me, Ansi Er…”

He said through gritted teeth.

"I won't interfere in the affairs of other worlds."

Uriel wiped away his tears and cheered up. It's just that when the two consuls accidentally looked at each other, they still...

Tears × 2.

Remüller, who received the research notice again: "…"

Isn't he the one who should be crying? ! He's going to overwork himself! !

However, when Remiller thought of the white-haired consul, he gritted his teeth and held on, thinking that he could help the other party. The original assistant had already lost his wings and was taken away for isolation. Recruitment became the primary issue.

Ah, there is another set of experimental data to be collected soon, he has to hurry...

Remiller frowned slightly as he looked at the demon with the head of the crow displayed on the light mirror, but he also knew that fighting the monster was the top priority right now.

In addition, the alchemist has devoted his life to research and creation, as long as the other party has enough level, the race can be put back completely.

There is no need to question Amon's level. In a few sentences, he and Remiller mutually determined some of the other's research progress.

In such a short period of time, the heavens can actually catch up to this level, and the angels in front of them are really not easy. Looking at the other party's messy hair, heavy dark circles under his eyes, and a faintly mad look in his haggard, Amon felt sighed in his heart. He raised his hand and stroked the shiny black feathers on the side of his face.

Remiller: "…"

Remiller: "For the Archon! I will!"

He bulged his eyes and glared at the oily big devil on the opposite side. The other party didn't even know how dazzling and dazzling the people he was following were. The mere Demon King couldn't even compare to the tip of a wing of the Archon Ansi Er!

Amon's eyes filled with pity.

He is also working for His Majesty. Now he lives in the palace, with the same standard of food and accommodation as His Majesty. There are seven or eight large laboratories. A contract of loyalty... This is all prepared by His Majesty to allow him to concentrate on his research.

Not only that, there are reminders to eat regularly, and from time to time, you can have afternoon tea and dinner with His Majesty…

Alas, the alchemists in the heavens are so pitiful.

The alchemist of the head of the crow shook his head in his heart.

What happened to the consul of the heavens? Not even the tip of one of His Majesty's wings.

Alchemists are spoiled.

The author has something to say:

When the two compared wing tips meet—

Angel Wing Tip: Hi, I'm Ansel's True Wing Tip.

Demon Wing Tip: Coincidentally, I'm Ansel's fake wing tip.

Two wing tips: Hug!

Two wings: we are a family that loves each other~