MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 14

Ansier and Guxin walked together to a corner sheltered from the wind. There were bonfires burning everywhere in the camp. These bonfires were activated by magic and would not cause fire easily, but the brightness was sufficient. However, the seventh abyss was barren and dark after all, so most of the camps were still sunk in darkness.

“…what’s the matter? Is something wrong on the front?”

"No, there is no problem with the front, it's just..." Xiong Xiong frowned, "I seem to understand the roar of the [Queen], it is shouting a name in hatred."

"Your Majesty, it's your name."

Ansel's pupils shrank suddenly, and he fell into a long silence. No one on this front knows those monsters better than him. He has fought those monsters until he is exhausted; he has sent away countless kinsmen on the most tragic battlefield, witnessing countless sacrifices and ignorance; he has also been alone, holding a golden bowstring, temporarily ending everything at the price of burning wings …

However, now there are monsters calling his name in hatred, which is absolutely impossible.

He should have burned the monsters of the past.

Seeing Ans Air immersed in his own thoughts, Gu Xin did not make a sound, but slightly turned his huge body to block some night winds for His Majesty. Orcs are not very smart, and there are very few smart girls like Sidi, but Guxin can also proudly say that His Majesty is his brain, all he has to do is to obey orders, and then bring victory for His Majesty countless times.

It took about a few minutes before Ans Air spoke up again.

"If I'm not mistaken, there are some things that can be inherited among them, such as memory."

Guxin's semicircular bear ears flicked. He didn't even think about why His Majesty, who had never set foot on the Redstone Front, was so determined, he just felt heavy.

"In other words, they can carry on the inheritance of experience..."

This is deadly and means they will face increasingly cunning enemies.

"No, it won't be that serious. Low-level monsters shouldn't have this ability." Ansi Er pondered, otherwise, he couldn't have defended the battle line of the Supreme Heaven alone. .

"At present, what is certain is that [Queen] should have a memory."

Gu Xin saw the white-haired Demon King smiling slightly, and the sunset-colored vertical pupils were bright.

"It remembers me. Probably got memories of me from its dead sister or mother."

However, Ans Air is not too worried, let alone that his ability has been known and he may be targeted. After all, in the past, he was a six-winged flaming war angel with a silver bow and a golden arrow in his hand, but now—

He has completely transformed into the shape of the devil!

Haha, monsters, I didn't expect it!

Thinking of this, Anse El relaxed a little.

"You need to be on guard, but you don't need to be overly fearful." He waved his hand, "Not to mention that I have [wearing the crown], this front is not mine alone. Spectrum, and Ceros, he won't sit back and watch the world go wrong."

Guxin nodded slightly in approval.

"Remind me that I have received it, and I will pay more attention. Thank you for your diligence." Go back and rest...Have you received the notice of battle? The attack will start at noon tomorrow, and it will be a tough battle."

There is a huge disparity in the number of the two sides. It can be said that the biggest part of the burden is on the devil. This attack can only be considered fruitful if the Demon King uses a large-scale forbidden spell to obliterate low-level monsters as much as possible, and then decapitates the leader of the opponent with a thunderous momentum.

However, the thing that Anselm fears the most is the battlefield.

He is a war angel. He used to be a weapon with extreme force and flaming six wings to defend the supreme dignity of the supreme heaven. Hard-edged.

After comforting his subordinates and gaining some new information from the monsters, Ans El separated from Gusin in front of his tent. Just as he walked into the tent, he suddenly heard Gu Xin say behind him.

"Your Majesty, I don't know how many cruel battlefields you have experienced before you came to Suberbian City... Those battlefields have never damaged you or taken you away, it's great. "

The bear-headed man looked at his back, and the cute fluffy face that did not fit his body was solemn and happy.

"But please don't forget that until now, you will no longer fight alone, and the city of Suberbian will always be with you."

Ansel did not look back, but Gu Xin heard the voice of His Majesty the Demon King with a smile.

“…I know.”

"Otherwise, why do you think I am still standing on the battlefield?"

He walked into the tent, and the light of the magic lamp came on. Gu Xin looked at the light outside the tent, scratched his fluffy head, and smiled.

His Majesty set foot on the battlefield for Suberbian City, he has to work harder, not let His Majesty be looked down upon by other demon kings.

***

In a few days, follow-up troops arrived one after another.

Anseyle walked into the big tent and started to attack at noon, and the place was completely busy. Demons and documents came in and out, and the tense atmosphere made Ans El also look up. He stepped into the tent with the look on his face belonging to the Demon King.

"I'll let Levy arrive within three minutes, otherwise I'll throw him into the big pot outside and cook with the monster larvae."

His expression is serious, even if the offensive strategy has been predetermined, until the official battle, he will still deduce it non-stop.

Ansel nodded, the threat was effective.

"Also, Ans El." Theros raised Mo Lan's vertical pupils to look at him, "Look, the monster's fortifications seem to be completed."

Anseyle walked around the long table and came to Ceros. The magic projection has never been so clear. In the projection, the monsters move like ants. They connect the mushroom-shaped wind erosion columns into huge fortifications, obviously creating a level.

"The strategy that you proposed to carry the magic mirror to reconnaissance by the wingmen was a great success, although I don't know where you came from so many... Strange idea, this combination has really made us harvest more accurate pre-war data."

Here, Theros paused. After the cooperation, he finally knew why Ans Air was able to level the war-torn Eastern Territory in a very short period of time. In addition to the capable ministers, Ans Air himself jumped out of the conventional strategy is probably the more important factor.

For example, this time, when the Wingmen reconnaissance soldiers suffered heavy losses, Ansi Er proposed to throw a magic mirror at the enemy position.

[The magic mirror network is used in the entire demon world, and each magic mirror will have more or less three or four mirrors. 】

[Compared to sending soldiers to death, the possible loss of storyboards is almost negligible. 】

If the throwing location is selected, the thrown magic mirror can stand up by itself and broadcast the monster position live. The magic mirror is small and has no magic power fluctuations. It is difficult to be found. Even if it is found to be lost, it is nothing. The damage to the body will not be very large, and they have thrown thousands of magic mirrors, so they are not afraid of loss.

On a certain level, Ansair is indeed a genius. How did he think of making the magic mirror self-reliant? Through a series of operations such as erecting the mirror, rolling sideways, and inverting when dangerous, finally What about the scout job?

It's just a mirror!

Ansier's inspiration came entirely from life, and the bird-fighting tortoise scene in his office every morning made him fully affirm the survivability of the magic mirror race.

This kind of ingenious method is not the first time Ansel has used it, but it has been affirmed by Theros, who has been in power for more than a thousand years. Even if it must be reluctant, it is still enough for him to get a good mood .

"The magic mirror strategy is very good, and it is not surprising to achieve such results." He smiled in a good mood, "It seems that the monsters will complete the fortifications before the war, which is just right, you can Do a nice opening show with those mounds."

The demon kings obviously don't care about the fortifications that may cause a headache to the soldiers and generals, and their strategy is completely based on pulling the front line on the plain. The Demon King will clear the field with the Great Forbidden Spell as soon as possible, followed by the ground-running dragon array, followed by the infantry... Although the Demon Realm can't say that all the elites have come out this time, it can be considered to have taken out more than half of the excellent combat power. The war will be unprecedented.

Anseyer said with great interest, but Theros' attention was diverted for the first time at work. He was expressionless and held back, but no matter what, he couldn't ignore the touch from time to time on the back of his hand.

Light and soft, rubbing against each other.

—Ansel's white hair fell on the back of his hand.

He didn't dare to move at all, even he couldn't tell whether he wanted to flick it away or keep it like this. Perhaps more of the latter, as he was consciously controlling himself to remain motionless.

Like a butterfly.

The butterfly flapped its wings on the back of his hand, and Ansel's voice was the best background sound. However, this contact did not last long, and the movement of the Demon King Levy when he walked in disturbed the butterfly.

—going away.

The predatory nature of the Demon King carved into his bones made Theros reach out reflexively—

He grabbed the end of Ansel's hair.

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One of the classic operations for elementary school students, pulling hair!

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