The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

As the special operations team entered the underground facility, the work of the Ansel Nature Cleaner was put on the agenda.

The so-called underground facility is an air-raid shelter used by the town during the war years. Monsters build their nests on the basis of the air-raid shelter. The original architectural design drawing can still be found in the air-raid shelter, but the internal conditions of the monster's lair How, is unknown. However, Ansier was not very worried. The angel protection he gave Yun Jian was already invincible in the human world, and general-level monsters could not threaten the demon hunters who went deep below.

Of course, if someone is alone or is too far from the cloud, then the angel's blessing will not help.

Thinking like this, Ans El casually smashed a believer-level monster with the lid of the trash can. His use of weapons has always been very unruly. Shooting alone like this is really inefficient. Ansier is looking for a place where monsters are dense, and soon, he finds it.

It was a memorial hall, and the sign of the memorial hall was a bit exaggerated in gold—

The Brave Memorial.

This kind of memorial is like a niche memorial that many cities will have, and collects many items of the brave that are definitely fake. It may be that the items are too inattentive, and the door is very neglected, and they are not even on the travel atlas. Somewhat ironically, such a memorial hall for the brave has a high density of monsters, which is why Anselm came here.

But not without merit, Ans Air stopped in front of a mural at the entrance to the memorial.

In this fresco, the angel lives in the cloud on the right, holding a bow and arrow and blowing a horn, intended to guide. Below the angel is a rough-painted castle. In the castle sits a similarly rough-painted princess. The brave man holds the holy sword high, followed by the sage. The two walked along a rough road to the princess in the castle.

Anseyer looked at the mural and felt that the painting was not complete.

Just as the shadow cast by the holy sword on the ground will become a magic sword, the hero will follow the guidance of the angel, and there will be demons behind him. Humans stand at the junction of light and darkness. One side is light, one side is darkness, one side is angel, and one side is devil. They can choose to be either side, or they can stay still... This is the possibility of human beings .

Because of the existence of this possibility, many forces in the world are so complicated, but Ans El responded with a tolerant attitude. This tolerance surprised him a little. If he was still in the supreme heaven, he would definitely not have such tolerance. Instead, after he landed in the devil world and became the devil king, he realized more virtues.

Screaming, he got out of the painting. Ansier pulled out the standard short knife issued by the club, raised the knife and fell off, beheading the monster's head.

Anseyer played a pleasant game of whack-a-mole with the monsters in the memorial hall. When it was almost noon, Joey, who was still waiting for Ansier to eat, ran over , bringing jam toast and a drink to Ans-El.

As soon as Ansair took a bite of the bread, he saw Joey open a box in front of him as if offering a treasure, and in the box lay a horrible corpse of a believer-level monster.

Ansel: "…"

He held the bread in his hand, although he did not lose his appetite, he choked.

"This..." His expression was a bit indescribable, but he quickly realized something and looked up at Joey.

"Did you kill this?"

"Yes! As expected of you, Anse! I guessed it!" Joey's face was full of excitement, "Send..."

"I don't want it." Ansair interrupted at the speed of light.

"Ugh..."

Joey not only came to deliver meals, but also came to present treasures. This morning, he used his physique to contain and kill a familiar, and obtained the first drop of blood in his career, and immediately brought it to celebrate with Ansair.

Ansel: "…"

Joined the club for ten years and just completed the first kill... How much club benefits did Joey eat for nothing?

"What kind of eyes are you looking at." Joey looked aggrieved, "I was also stimulated by you, I just started working hard... If you start this, you will be a witcher in the future. work."

Ansier was right when he thought about it, so he was very enthusiastic to study the death method of the monster corpse.

Joy said excitedly.

"I hit me in the head!"

“…”

Anseyer was stunned for a moment, then he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Joey's head.

It turned out to be sharp.

In order to use Joey, the hero can only grab his feet, right? Grabbing the head may cut the hands.

Ansel was lost in thought about how to use the holy sword.

Before a piece of bread was eaten, Ansier suddenly heard someone calling him outside the memorial hall, and after a while Joey heard it too, looking at Ansier suspiciously. Ans El put the bread into his mouth in two or three bites, and hurried out of the memorial hall, facing an anxious fourth-class star demon hunter.

"Ansier, something is wrong! It seems that people from a secret meeting have also entered the town and are confronting the weapon masters!"

Anseyer said he was done, then he blinked.

"Then why did you come to me? I'm just a poor sixth star."

For this kind of conflict between organizations, it is normal to find other third-class stars!

The witcher was stunned for a while, and then he reacted.

"Yes, yes..."

But why did he subconsciously think that Ansair, a sixth-class star, could solve the problem?

Time waits for no one, the witcher gritted his teeth, and wanted to run away while pulling Ansel.

"I can't handle that much! I'll take you there first and see if you can solve it!"

Anseyer is really confused, the witcher's behavior like a chick pulling his mother to support the field is really incomprehensible to him, but since things are on the table , he doesn't have a sharp head like Joey and can stab things in two, but he still has to find a way to solve it.

His Majesty the Demon King turned his thoughts and quickly gave the optimal solution.

"Don't rush over, call more people first."

About a few minutes later, the confrontation became more and more intense. As a highly qualified third-class star, the weapon master stood in front of all the witchers when the second-class star was not there, and he had a cold eyebrow at the guys from the secret society in front of him.

"I repeat, secret society, get out of this town!"

The weapon master frowned fiercely, but when the higher-ups were not there, the secret would step in. I also know that the secret society that believes in demons and the witcher are definitely not the same way. Usually, if you don’t encounter them, you may be able to avoid the water from the well, but now it is not possible.

The secret society must be expelled from this place as soon as possible. Once the underground demon lair is discovered by the secret society, the consequences will be disastrous.

The leader of the secret society is a proud young man. It is said that he is the chief alchemist of the secret society. Everyone else is very respectful to this young man. Seeing that the secret society alchemist was wearing a hood, only showing an arrogant chin, he didn't care about the anger of the weapon master at all.

"It's just a third-class star..." He said coldly, "It's not even worth talking to me."

"You...!"

Fan, the chief alchemist of the secret society, paced slowly. He was not impatient to intervene in this kind of thing. He just thought of that adult and thought that he might be rewarded for his hard work. Faran chose to leave him. Beloved laboratory.

Although this is a place surrounded by witchers, it is not in the way. The presence of the second-class star witcher will not affect the powerful demons coveted by the secret society, not to mention, the current second-class star The witcher doesn't seem to be there.

, snorted lightly.

"Hands on."

***

Fortunately, it is noon, and tourists gather in the dining area. Most of the streets here are still under maintenance, and there are few people. As soon as he left the crowded place, Ansi Er jumped directly onto the roof. With his use of the two-light wheel magic [Light Body], it was almost comparable to the four-light wheel's [Fashion].

Joey was out of breath behind him, and this was the result of Ansel's overrunning speed.

As he ran, Ansel changed into the witcher's uniform. His uniform hasn't been made yet, and Joey's coat is a little too big for him, but he can't handle that much now.

"Ann, Ans...slow...slow..."

Joey was so exhausted from running that he dreamed of taking the 800-meter physical test at the university.

"You can't slow down, you have to hurry up, otherwise everyone will be gone." Ans Air finally got his clothes, and he caught a glimpse of a figure jumping on the roof in the distance. Obviously, go to The calling witcher moved quickly, and the witchers gradually began to meet.

"Yes, but the weapon master is not still there...he is third class...should..."

"No, that old arrogant arrogant, he will only be angry with himself, who can scold him?"

“…”

That's right!

Ansier crossed the last eaves, only to hear a "hands on" coming from below. He borrowed a crossbow arrow from the witcher next to him. The usage of this weapon is not the same as that of a bow and arrow, but the weapon itself is all-in-one.

The person who released the arrow seemed to have long expected that he would have protective props, and the arrow body bounced with a magic, which offset the protection. The strength of the arrow continued unabated, and the open barb pierced through Flange's cloak, causing Flange to stagger.

Flange: "…"

Others present: "…"

The fall was extremely loud and humiliating, and even if there was no substantial damage, it made Fran tremble with anger. When he raised his head angrily, the tip of the crossbow bolt touched his eyeball.

Just a little.

Fran closed his eyes subconsciously in shock, the arrow cut through his eyes, and his vision instantly turned blood red.

He only heard a slow voice above his head.

"The Witcher Club does business."

"It's nothing to do with people, let's all retreat."

The arrow was still against his eyes, and Fran didn't even dare to breathe, let alone refute.

Then, he heard the sound of a neat landing, and there were more than a dozen people listening. In this scenario, only the witchers would be present, and their hands had already surpassed their own!

As if to make him answer, after taking a deterrent gesture, the tip of the arrow slowly moved away from his eyes. Fran frantically raised his head. All he saw was that the man had pure white and flawless long hair, his golden-red pupils were a little darker against the light, and the witcher's uniform and coat was draped unruly, with an astonishing aura.

This is by no means unknown! Flange's eyes moved down immediately, looking at the position of the opponent's chest, trying to determine the magnitude.

—empty.

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Ans: Wearing a uniform, without a badge, cool and attractive... Guess what star I am?

Generally speaking, the one with no rank is the strongest (definitely)