The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns

"...actually what am I?" Ansair did not hear the second half of Sylvia's words, it was definitely not because of his hearing problem, but because Sylvia deliberately Half a sentence is hidden.

Faced with his questioning, Sylvia did not continue, but said with a smile.

"Then, Ansi Er, the command of the witchers in the small town, I will temporarily hand over to the weapon master who is a third-class star, so that when facing the people of the Holy Court, I will be more Be confident. However, I have informed the weapon master in advance and listen to your opinions as much as possible.”

The matter of the brave should not be publicized.

Silvia thought to herself.

After all, all the heroes of the past were born in the Holy Court. In other words, the Holy See will gather the brave people into the organization for training in advance, and now there is a special case like Ansi Er.

—The hero who belongs to the Witcher Club!

Sylvia did not intend to compete with the Holy Court for power, this word still made her feel hot. Heroes mean too much to human beings. Ever since she was a little girl, Sylvia has heard the story of the hero who holds the holy sword.

That is the savior of mankind, who will defeat the devil and protect the world!

It is also that she has always neglected, Ans Air's conspicuous white hair and golden red pupils, such an appearance that is different from ordinary people, is the best example of him as a brave man.

Thinking of this, Sylvia suddenly ran away.

So, isn't that white hair dyed?

The command was not handed over to him, and Ansel was finally relieved. He still has his own things to do, and if he is bound in the commanding position, it will be very unfavorable for him to summon demons.

Yes, Ansel planned to summon demons...that is, his subordinates, and for this, he planned to kidnap Simon.

Simon seems to know the most, catch it first!

"Really, you don't know how to fight for more." After the communication was over, the weapon master was full of hatred for not turning iron into steel, "As long as you say more, the position of commander-in-chief is yours, I can I will assist you by my side, and I am not afraid of the people from the Holy Court."

The weapon master thinks that Ansel is too indifferent to fame and fortune, and is simply a saint!

Ansel: "…"

This is a true insult to the demon king. Each demon king is actually ambitious and longs for a wider territory and more people. It's just that this kind of ambition is usually constrained in the demon world. The demons fight back and forth in the demon world to change the kingship. Occasionally, they think about attacking the supreme heaven to find trouble with the angels, but for the human world, the demon kings of all dynasties do not intend to interfere.

The human world is the cornerstone and the buffer zone. Ansi Er now also found that the development of the human world is very fast, far surpassing the heaven and the devil, and can be used as a pioneer, but also as a mirror... The value of everything should not be measured only by strength.

These can't be explained to the witcher in front of him, Ansel can only sigh.

"I didn't want to..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden tremor on the ground under his feet. This wave of vibrations came and went quickly, and the whole town made a brief hum, as if a dragon had turned over in the depths. Many people ran out of the building and gathered on the street in panic. Ansair and the weapon master also left the memorial, but their mood was different from that of ordinary people.

"The special operations team is still underground!" The weapon master suppressed his voice, "Could it be they..."

Ansier's perception is much more specific than his, he didn't feel the leyline turbulence, so this is not an ordinary earthquake. He half-squatted and touched the ground with one hand, his consciousness passed through countless obstacles and stone layers in an instant, and he opened his eyes in the huge hole in the ground!

He saw the general-level monster roaring in pain, the sound was like rolling thunder, and half of his body was burned by the holy light. A group of witchers were evacuating, and the rubble kept falling above their heads, but none of them hurt them, and all damage was blocked by the illusory wings that spread above their heads.

Anseyer's eyes sank slightly, his protection...

Triggered.

Confirming that the team is in order, Ans Air withdrew his consciousness and took out the magic mirror phone. The weapon master was not yet sure whether the earthquake was caused by the special operations team, but Ansi Er's voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"It's not the earthquake, they're fighting monsters."

The weapon master was surprised.

"How do you know... that's right, it's you after all!"

Ansel: "…"

Ansier: "Don't be blindly superstitious, my reason is very simple."

He stretched the magic mirror phone in the direction of the weapon master, motioning him to look.

"The Seismological Network has no reports."

Weapon Master: "…"

Why is it such a scientific reason! Do you remember that you were a witcher with a mysterious side of magic? !

"The Seismological Bureau's network is still very accurate." Ans Aier emphasized, "Sometimes it can be predicted a few seconds in advance. Can you be a little proud of human beings in the information age, not every day Thinking of magic, is the rice you eat grown by magic?!"

Weapon Master: "…"

He was suffocated and had no way to refute.

The earth movement has subsided, Ans El began to quickly gather at the hotel, and most of the witchers in the crowd did the same. Almost the vast majority of people realize that, I'm afraid... something happened to the team sent underground.

***

Deep underground, a group of witchers took a break in a relatively spacious crevice, while avoiding the raging demon leader. Large cracks are at risk of being discovered, but in such a cave, it is easy to choose too narrow cracks.

This team of witchers is composed of second and third-class stars, but facing the demon leader with a body as large as a mountain, still...

No one was injured.

All witchers: "…"

It's very magical!

"Mr. Yun, those lights on your body just now..." The second-class star Edward asked, he thought it was an ancient inheritance of the Eastern clan, but Yun Jian shook his head.

"No, no, I'm confused myself."

Just now, in order to rescue a third-class star, he fell into the attack range of the demon leader, and the giant palm grabbed him and suddenly added strength! Yun Jian thought that even if he was lucky enough to survive, his bones would shatter, and he did hear the sound of shattering, like a fine piece of china shattering.

—a light flickered.

Yun Jian vaguely heard the song, which seemed to be the love cast by the angel in the cloud, and before he could listen carefully, the screams of the demon leader covered all the sounds.

The spread wings burned the hands of the demon leader, and the phantom feathers flying in the air blinded them. At the critical moment, Edward seized the opportunity to pull Yun Jian out of danger, and the group began to flee.

...that's it, he saved his life.

Yunjian opened his hand, his wings gradually withered, and the fluttering illusory feathers were still there, like a real entity, quietly perching in his palm.

"I really don't know how that light and wings came from, maybe, some kind of forbidden spell." He lowered his eyelashes.

A witcher has cried out.

"Forbidden spell? Is there anyone in this world who has mastered the forbidden spell?"

The strongest man in the Witcher Club is Gavin, but he has only mastered the six halo magic. It is said that there is also a sage in the Holy Court who has been hidden for 500 years, and is already attacking the realm of forbidden spells, and now, the magic that is suspected of forbidden spells appears in front of them.

It was like a dream.

Edward coughed twice, his body swayed slightly, and the witcher next to him quickly supported him. Edward sat down slowly, took off the Panama hat on top of his head with one hand, and hung the other hand softly by his side.

The demon leader has great power, and he couldn't dodge for a while.

Yun Jian suddenly said.

"Why don't you try this?"

He opened his hand, and the illusory feathers were lying in his palm. He moved the feather closer to Edward, and the feather floated spontaneously and slowly merged into the broken arm.

In an instant, the fracture was connected, blood flowed, and an incredible healing occurred. Edward tried to move his arm, but it was intact!

Instant healing! The witchers present all gasped.

"Any other feathers?"

"No more." Yun Jian spread out his hand, "The last one just now. The treatment should not be the main effect of the forbidden spell just now, but the protection that is stretched out. The reason why it can have a healing effect , more like because the light element in the feather is too pure."

Edward was still moving his arms, and the low-pitched roar of the demons could be heard from time to time. He is thinking about a question now, and he thinks Yun Jian is also thinking about this question.

"Who have you contacted recently?"

Yun Jian also thought about this, he recalled.

"The people who have been in close contact recently are basically here, in addition to Miss Sylvia, there are two new people who are relatively close, one is Joey, the other is …”

His voice dropped.

"Anse Er."

***

"Aw!"

His Majesty the Demon King sneezed, and he suspected that his sneeze was caused by someone from the Holy Court just now.

What is "the entrance should be blown up immediately to avoid damage"? What does it mean to "level the whole town after evacuating all the civilians"? Such a proposal is tantamount to completely sacrificing the action team that is still underground, and by the way, a whole town.

Ansi Er, who once built the city wall in Suberbian City, knows that it is easy to destroy and difficult to build, why? The Holy Court is faster than his demon army infrastructure? It's okay to blow up a small town to hear the sound, right?

“…are you in a bad mood?”

Someone said behind him.

Anseyer had already noticed someone, he turned his head, he didn't see anyone for a while, and raised his eyebrows.

Is there such a clever stealth magic in the human world?

Soon he solved the case by himself. His Majesty the Demon King looked down and saw Simon, who was sitting in a wheelchair with a reluctant smile.

Ansel: "…"

Look at this injury, both legs are broken, right? Which kind-hearted angel had acted for him in advance!

Anseir's face was expressionless when the activity in his brain was intense. Like Theros, this was the basic skill of the Demon King, so Simon couldn't guess his thoughts by his expression.

Although his legs are broken, Simon believes that this does not affect his plans. The second-class stars of the Witcher Club are buried in the ground, and they won't come out for a while, or they won't come out at all. This is the perfect opportunity...

Take this white-haired sixth-magnitude star away!

Anse Er also thought happily.

Siman's leg is broken, and the wheelchair can be used as a trolley, which is very convenient to transport. This is the perfect opportunity...

Kidnap this guy who knows how to summon demons!