The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

With Swan as a helper, Anse Elton felt a lot more abundant. Joey has a special physique. Even priest-level monsters can be temporarily blocked for a period of time, so that three breads...breads...breads...

Ansel: "…"

Hungry.

Destroy all the monsters early to have a late night snack.

It can be seen that life is really good, the client also built a wine cellar under the house, specializing in the collection of fine wine. Ansair felt that this was really convenient for monsters. It was dark and damp and there were many wine barrel racks as bunkers.

Ansier also came down, and when he passed the swan, his fingertips hooked up and gently scratched the small fluff on the top of the swan's head.

Good good good good good.

The black swan had a puff of fluff on its head, stared blankly at Ansel's back, and then happily followed.

Joey also came down with the client. Joey thinks that he was probably a shelf or a tree stump in his last life, and the client is just a sloth, the kind that slaps on him when he has nothing to do. It's also a shame that Joey has a good temper. If he were an ordinary witcher, he would have long since slapped the client who wanted to use his hands and feet on his body.

"

If any of the wizards have a big appetite one day, it will definitely be a mouthful.

Ans Air said casually while inspecting the interior of the wine cellar.

"It's really dangerous, but there should be ordinary demons as leaders. The intelligence may not be as high as the higher demons, but ordinary demons also know that if you have something wrong, they have no such a safe base. already."

He looked down, landed on an empty wine barrel next to him, and slowly raised his hand—

Boom! Become a pie!

Ansier's eyes were like torches, a wooden board cracked the familiar hidden in the shadow of the shelf, and then probed under the table, quietly looking at the monster who didn't dare to breathe because of the atmosphere underneath.

Monster: "…"

It screamed in fear, still unable to escape the fate of turning into a cake.

The client watched Ansair pull out one after another soft-bodied familiar from every hidden corner. At the same time, he was even scared. He was speechless and in awe. He looked at Ans El who was spraying a familiar with a fire extinguisher.

"Has this Your Excellency always been like this?" The client asked cautiously, "I mean, the aspect of Thunder tactics?"

Joy can't tell lies, he's also very dumb.

"No, this is Anse's first mission."

Originally, Joey still had a little bit of fantasy. After all, he is a senior member of the club. Although he is not very good at fighting, at least he is a gentle and reliable senior. There is absolutely no problem with proper guidance!

Take ten thousand steps back and say, he can also give Ans something to get water or something...

Results!

Ansier ran out of the fire extinguisher, and the black swan immediately took it and put it on the ground; Ansair cleaned up half of the familiar, and the black swan immediately gallantly bottled water on the ground; A sudden mental breakdown jumped out, and before Joey stepped forward to block, the black swan had already slapped the thing to the ground with one wing and turned it into a cake...

After being a mural for a while, Joey realized.

Joey: I'm trash.

Joey: I'm not as good as a goose.

Joey became more professional as a mural after he realized it, and not long after he saw his eyes, nose, nose, nose and heart, Ansel's slightly raised voice suddenly sounded.

"Joey! Block the door!"

Seeing that their subordinates were killed one by one, the two messenger-level monsters hidden in the dark finally couldn't hold back and tried to break out. Different from the priests with iron faces that are closer to human form, the messengers are covered with layers of tough scales and strong tails, like a ferocious lizard that walks upright.

However, their proud body surface defense is vulnerable to the devil. Ansair directly smashed one of the heads, and the other was killed on the spot. In fact, Ansi Er can directly complete the double kill, but Joey and the client are still present, he has performed amazingly enough, and I am afraid that it will cause suspicion.

Thinking like this, Ans Air's subordinates let go, intending to let the monster escape for a while before catching it, but it can't escape at all.

Joey blocked the door, the natural deterrence of the holy sword made the monsters not dare to approach at all, only blindly let out a miserable howl, smashed the wine cabinet in a rampant, and could only bite the bullet and go back to face To Anse Er.

The client screamed when he saw the collapsed wine cabinet and the red wine dripping all over the floor.

"My wine! My limited and collector's editions!"

Joey guards the door, trying to comfort him.

"Beverages are outsiders."

The monster couldn't help Ansel, and turned to rush towards the black swan. The black swan immediately spread its wings, ready to show off its powerful force.

—In front of your partner.

He fanned the monster into a rolling ball with his wings. Joey watched the ball come towards him and the client. Dodging aside, the monster ball directly broke through the wine cellar entrance behind them and smashed into the client's house.

Joy heard the sad voice of the client who was holding his head.

"My home..."

He subconsciously comforted.

"The devil is not destroyed, why is it home!"

The client burst into tears.

The black swan was completely stunned. One of his wings used too much force, causing the monster to rush out of the triangular encirclement, disrupting Ansel's blockade plan. He was very flustered, and he didn't dare to look at Ansier with his wings drooping. Hearing the footsteps of Ansier approaching gently, he bent his neck and lowered his head in a guilty conscience...

A slight scratching sensation came from the top of the head again.

"Little fool."

The angel's soft voice doesn't sound angry at all.

"What are you afraid of, I can't run anyway."

With a toss of his hair, he jumped up the half-collapsed stairs and went outside the wine cellar to deal with the monster. The black swan stared blankly at his back, and suddenly inserted its head under the wings.

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He is so good!

Anseyer went up to the outside of the wine cellar and found that the damage area was huge. The monster ball even directly broke through a wall of the house and hit the outside. He also silently muttered a few words in his heart, "Why the devil is not destroyed," and chased out directly from the big hole that the monster knocked out.

He can already see the monster, the monster is struggling to stretch itself out and has stretched its neck—

Between the lightning and flint, Ansel stopped. He squinted his sunset-colored pupils, and a figure against the light suddenly approached the monster, holding the hunting knife in his hand, and cut off the monster's head fiercely!

The head fell heavily, the black-haired youth turned his back to Ansi Er, his body was gloomy, like a dead plant.

Ansel did not move or speak, he just looked at the young man calmly. When did the black swan have followed him up, seeing that this man dared to rob Ansair's head, he had already fluttered his wings intimidatingly, but Ansair was motionless, so the swan looked up at him with some doubts.

Joey climbed up panting with the client who was almost hanging on his body, and also saw this scene, his reaction was very straightforward.

"This, this is a head grab... A devil, a devil?"

He doesn't talk too much, so he looks weak. But Joey knew that sometimes there was this kind of vicious rivalry between witchers.

After all, every demon is a big bounty.

Ansier thought the same at first, but after seeing the other party's neat skills, he changed his mind. With this kind of skill, killing priest-level monsters is not a problem. In the Demon Hunter Club, at least it is a second-class star like Yun Jian, and there is no need to rob him of this kill.

"...club people?"

Ans Air asked, intending to determine the identity of the other party first. Unexpectedly, the other party listened to his question and asked back instead.

"The Witcher Club?" Then, the young man sneered, "Your club is too careless to carry out the mission, and even let the monsters escape, making a huge noise..."

He paused.

"As for me, although I hunt these monsters, I am not a witcher."

Rhine felt an invisible force pinned him to the spot, and only his white hair and sunset-like pupils were left in front of him.

The messy memories of five hundred years ago came to him like a flood.

At that time he was still under the shadow of the Holy Court, which trained the brave and sages, and taught them magic and martial arts. At that time, Rhine still believed that the supreme sky was supreme, and every angel was holy and flawless... He grew up in such an environment and believed in the fate of being a brave man.

Follow the angel's guidance, draw the holy sword, defeat the disaster, and become a hero.

This is—

The fate of the brave Rhine.

However, everything changed that year.

No matter how the Holy Court calls, the angels who will always come and give them guidance will never come this year. At that time, the saint who was always smiling gently thought it was her own sin. She who abide by the commandments from life to death chose to commit suicide and apologize to the supreme god.

But...

The angel still did not come.

The devout offerings, the sinless people sacrifice their lives for repentance, and the constant calls day and night… all of this did not impress the angels of the supreme heaven.

—The angels don't seem to come again.

—Humanity has been abandoned.

The night was dark, two stubborn and unwilling to believe abandoned children were leaning together, the night was dark, and Anthony was already drowsy with his staff.

【Rhine, you said...】

[Has Lord Angel really abandoned us? 】

When he was half asleep, he heard Anthony ask this question. Although Rhine's eyes were full of tears, he stubbornly wiped away the tears with his sleeve.

[No, as long as we wait. 】

Wait a minute, angels will surely come to guide mankind, just as it has happened in the long years of the past.

Suddenly, Anthony motioned for him to keep quiet, and the two children heard some small noises at the same time. The atrium is where the Holy Court and the Supreme Heaven are connected. The two children looked at each other. Could these voices be...

From the angels?

Sounds like a fight, or a complaint.

Do angels quarrel and complain?

【Reverse...I don't go...】

Anthony was already crying softly, Rhine gritted his teeth, even if it was just a few words, he could understand the meaning.

[…what are you arguing about? 】

As soon as this voice came out, the angels suddenly became quiet. This is the clearest sentence Rhine has heard, and it is also the best voice Rhine has heard. He looked at Anthony, who was wiping his tears, and the two children looked at each other and listened carefully.

For some reason, as soon as this voice sounded, the surrounding silence made Rhine feel a little sad. He once heard people say that when a person is isolated, as soon as he opens his mouth, everyone around him immediately becomes quiet. Resisting talking to that person, resisting letting that person join the topic and circle... Rhine thought that only humans would do this, and he didn't expect that noble angels would also.

But the owner of the voice didn't seem to care at all, and the words were as clear as ever.

[I probably understand. 】

[Then, I'll go. 】

On that night when mankind was desperate, in front of the young brave and sage, the last angel came in the light.

It seems that she has just returned from the battlefield. Angel wings are covered with light armor, bow and arrow in hand, covered in blood, and dusty.

However, his halo is brighter than the sun wheel, his white hair is as bright as the wings of a white bird, and his pupils are more dazzling than the falling sunset.

Most importantly—

In the gentle and quiet eyes of the angel, the young hero saw—

Be human.