The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

After a series of daily affairs, such as the processing of mountains of official documents, the quarrel between ministers connected to the remote magic mirror, the afternoon tea with close allies, and the arrangement of important meetings for dinner, His Majesty the Demon King dragged his tired body back to his bedroom.

This place is absolutely private, and there is an enchantment laid by Ansier himself, so Ansier safely threw away the "demon king's temperament" and threw himself into a soft big On the bed, it was like a social animal who worked an extra shift all day, and didn't even want to move a finger.

Just lying face down for a while, Ansair got up again in pain.

He is also taking off his contact lenses.

Ansier came to the mirror, this mirror is not connected to the magic mirror network in the Devil's Palace, it is very safe. He looked at the mirror solemnly, and then began to pull his eyes to remove his contact lenses.

Joke, how could an angel have a devil's vertical pupil? That must be contact lenses!

Today's contact lenses were extremely difficult to remove, and Ansel was in tears, and finally took off one. He blinked at the mirror, and now he could see the huge difference between the two eyes: one still had demonic vertical pupils in it, which looked arrogant and sharp against the background of the sunset; the other had faded vertical pupils, The setting sun is brilliant, only reminiscent of splendid clouds or a sea of ​​flowers.

—the pupil of the angel.

At this time, something seemed to be flickering slightly on the top of Ans El's head. That thing is in the shape of a ring, the light is warm, and it can glow in the dark, hovering softly above Ans El's head.

—Angel's Aperture.

Ansier took off his contact lenses and burst into tears. Suddenly, the phone rang, and he almost didn't let him put the contact lenses back. This is a private phone call, and few people know it, either a close minister trusted by Ans Aier, or an extremely important leader of other forces who need to contact Ans Aier in time. Ansier finally took off his contact lenses, and was happy. After calculating the time, it should be the call from the prime minister who was dispatched, so he picked it up.

"Andre?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone, only a slight breathing sound. Ansier noticed something from the silence. It was not the Prime Minister Andre who made the call, but someone else. The habit of being silent at the beginning is probably only...

"The Devil of the Western Regions, Theros Asmodeus is calling." The deep voice was a bit cold, reminiscent of some cold and cold things on the frosted ice field. But the timbre is extremely pleasant, with precise wording and a gentle tone. The elegance and nobility of the "Demon King Family" for generations are vividly displayed in this short sentence.

This voice and such a forceful tone almost prevented Ansair from dropping the landline.

He also immediately tightened his nerves as a demon king.

"The Devil of the Western Regions called late at night, could it be possible..."

?

For example, his original intention was to make the outside world feel that the relationship between the East and the West was not very good, but he actually recognized Ans Air's new trade policy?

"I did make this call because of that report." The voice on the other side was still cold, "I didn't expect the wording of that report to be like this..."

Apologize! To apologize! Apologize to him soon...

"So gentle."

“…?”

Anseyer thought he didn't hear clearly.

"What did you say?"

Only hearing a sneer from the other side of the phone, Ans Air could almost imagine the guy sitting comfortably in a large armchair with stacks of documents in front of him, but still arrogantly raised his chin .

"My original words should be: Ansair, you are naive and foolish, hopeless!"

Before Ceros spoke, Ans Air really thought about it, the other party bowed his head to apologize to him, and the more he thought about it, the more elated he became. Of course, of course, he is a magnanimous Demon King and a magnanimous angel. If the other party bows his head, he will not hold on to it...

Fart!

It's not enough for Ansair to be reported by this, and he has to call him to scold him for his manipulation.

The opposite side is still outputting.

"What do you think about that new trade policy? It seems that you have completely given up the support of the demon lords, and you are even going to mobilize the interests they have held for thousands of years." Across the phone, Ceros tapped his fingers on the armrest of the seat, showing a certain restlessness.

"Do you still think you've been assassinated enough?"

Anseyer himself knows this, he is an uncompromising hardliner, all policies are centered on Suberbian City, and the demons scattered like stars are scattered on the land of the Eastern Region. Lord, Ansel is determined to clear them up sooner or later. Because of this attitude, Ansier has suffered countless assassinations in the past three hundred years. Fortunately, his courtiers were loyal and guarded the Devil's Palace like an iron barrel. In addition, Ansier was strong, so he was always alive and kicking.

Cerros' words surprised him.

"Are you...care about me?"

He asked a little hesitantly, obviously not thinking that this 300-year-old adversary would be so kind.

The sound of overturning documents came from the other end of the phone. After the sound of these papers rubbing, Ceros's stern voice came again.

"No, I just hope you can hold out longer."

"Oh?" Ansair immediately understood what he meant, his eyes narrowed slightly in the setting sun, "Do you want to do something to the Southern Demon King Levi?"

"...he is too weak."

That's true.

Weak creatures will be preyed on by predators first, if you want to hunt, it is best to be stable around. So Ceros will hope that he can stabilize for another few hundred years, leaving enough time for the attack on the southern region.

As for whether they will attack the city of Suberbian in Ansair after capturing the southern region, Ansair believes that this is certain.

He still has time, he still has time to develop the city, and even in the southern region, he also wants to take a share. If he uses this period of time to gain enough power to challenge the old demon king Theros, then the entire demon world will become a situation where he and Theros divide the world.

The Demon King's ambitions were expanding, and the Demon King's head was thinking. At that moment, Ansier thought a lot.

"The southern region is very good, a fertile land rich in ore." Even though he knew that the other party could not see, Ansier still raised his chin proudly and said to the other end of the phone, "I hope you Don't show your back when you're obsessed with your prey."

“…you too.”

The phone hung up.

Ansier stood silently for a while, then he smoothed his long hair, from the top to the end, the aperture on his head was shaken by his movements. Only then did he remember this obstructing thing, and facing the mirror, Ansier grabbed the aperture with one hand.

Probably feeling that his life was about to end, the aperture began to flicker wildly.

"No, as the Demon King, I can't take you around the market." Ansair murmured, his men exerting strength, "Goodbye, Aperture No. 3658 ."

Click!

Once a month, bye aperture!

The aperture that was broken off instantly dimmed, but it was still very warm, glowing like a warm jade. However, compared to the heavier jade, the aperture that is broken off will be lighter, and it will seal the power of light, making it look like an ordinary hard plastic circle.

When Ansair was an angel, he did not gain any relevant knowledge about the nature of the aperture. After all, no angel would break down the aperture and study it. However, Ansi Er has been killing his own aperture for many years. He knows that even in a place where the light elements are thin, the aperture will automatically draw and store light energy. When the energy reaches a certain level, it will appear from the head. The Demon King's cause poses a great threat, and the best solution is to...

Break it off.

Next, Ans Air worked hard to put this dimmed aperture into the special space ring, which was filled with 3,658 apertures and was already full .

You can also plug it in, plug it a little more, hold it up, there are not many space rings that can store the aperture.

In the Demon King's office, only a dim yellow lamp was lit, and a silver shadow flashed under the light, and it was the silver-winged dragon that flipped his wings.

The refracted light awakened the Demon King from his contemplation. He looked at the silver-winged dragon. The silver-winged dragon pressed its front paws on a document in front of him and made a low "woo".

It was a letter of surrender, which was cast by a demon lord under Ans Eir. The content was roughly that the demon lord would create an opportunity to assassinate the current eastern demon king Ans Eir, and he needed Theros Offer a little help.

The Demon King lowered his dark blue vertical pupils.

"It can even be handed to me, his situation..."

The Demon King then sneered again.

"Such a radical method, such a disregarding policy, how the Demon King balances the forces under his command, it seems that he has not learned at all..."

Theros stopped.

Of course Ansair never learned it. He is a rare Demon Lord who has fought hard from the ordinary demon class, and is completely different from Theros who came from a "Demon Lord Family".

Silver-winged dragon saw the master staring at the table in a daze. In the past three hundred years, has the master been in a daze less often? The silver-winged dragon was used to it. He raised his hind paws and scratched his ear fins, waiting for an instruction.

"Let him come to see me in person, to the front line of the seventh abyss." In the end, Ceros said, "I believe he will hide from the public."

The silver-winged dragon flew away with the secret order, and the devil looked at the letter of surrender indifferently and folded it temporarily.

Subconsciously, he raised his hand and touched the horns on his head. The pair of horns were pure black, shimmering, and extremely majestic.

The joint dispatch of troops will be in these few days, when the time comes...

The author has something to say:

Cerros: I touched my horns he touched. (Matryoshka starts XD)