MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 182

From a distance, Ans El saw the monster rising before the crack in the seventh abyss.

They are like the black embers of a fire that can sway up and spread like a plague with just a little breeze. Because of the mutation at the fissure, the monsters in the entire seventh abyss that had already entered a semi-dormant state also became restless again, ready to move, brewing an offensive as before.

—but their ambitions were soon dashed by the cold wind.

Facing the cold wind, Ansel extended his hand. When he retracted his hand and looked at his palm, there were a few snowflakes with clear edges and corners.

Theros used a lot of twelve halo magic to pile the seventh abyss into the icy abyss that Asmodeus was most familiar with. Most of the monsters were frozen and solidified on the edge of the crack .

Anseyer gathered his bat wings and landed on the ground, Ceros and Levy were fighting to the death. The sword of the abyss blew the black light, and from the lingering light, Ansi Er even felt the vague trace of the consciousness of the demon world, which was on the sword.

Levy saw that Ansel came, and knew that his situation was over. When his will was shaken, the monster in the body took advantage of the gap, and the monsterization of the body became more and more serious. While fighting against Theros, he was on guard that Ans El would suddenly cut into the battle, but Ans El had no intention of intervening.

"In any case, I am also a demon king recognized by the consciousness of the demon world."

He raised his head proudly, at the moment when the two demon kings were fighting, his intervention was undoubtedly an insult to Theros. So looking at Ceros, who was obviously in a wrong state, despite being worried, he still held back, but the hand in his sleeve slowly clenched into a fist.

"I am qualified enough to be a witness."

For some reason, Levi's heart loosened slightly. He thought that he should continue his usual conspiracy theory thinking, suspecting that Ansel would attack him midway, or use some dirty means. But looking at Ans El's quiet expression, Levi suddenly stopped thinking so.

He knew that he was at a disadvantage and that his chances of winning were slim, but under the gaze of the white-haired demon king, he got rid of many long-standing thoughts and concerns, and using it without hesitation would damage The twelve halo magic of his precious body collided with the Demon King Theros!

The wind and snow are whistling, at this moment when the devil is about to die, there is no lamentation in the devil world.

The old king has no virtue, and the new king should stand.

The devil has been like this forever.

In the Southern Demon Palace, a beautiful beast with spotted fur is staring at the high throne. In the corner, the Demon King's son, Ivien, shuddered. He was dragged all the way here. For some reason, Sidi did not kill him immediately, but kept his life and brought him here.

Ivan feared the beast, but the beast looked at the supreme throne, and there was no emotion in the beast's pupil, only reflecting the oath made at the top of the garbage mountain in the slum.

【One day, I will climb to a high position! 】

【Give everyone a meal! 】

***

Levy lost.

He stumbled to the ground, Xuechen covered him, he still wanted to move, but his body was about to collapse. Opposite him, Theros finally knelt down on one knee, leaning on the ground with his sword. The backlash of the contract and the consumption of fighting against monsters and Levi just now were no joke. The Demon King lowered his eyes, then raised his eyes again, he wanted to make himself appear stronger, because Ansi Er was still here.

But soon he felt that maybe he didn't need to appear strong.

—because Ansel ran over and hugged him.

A hug! !

Anseyer found that Ceros immediately became weak and leaned his head on his shoulder, dead.

Ansel: "…"

The intention of touching porcelain is too obvious.

Levy, who fell to the ground, was unsupported. He watched Ans El run towards Theros, and took off the demon king's cloak with the dark pattern of irises and covered him. The corners are carefully placed, and the concern is indescribable. He suddenly realized that in his life, he never seemed to have such true feelings.

He has many wives, concubines, mistresses, men and women, all of them are beautiful and docile, and he likes; he also has many friends of wine and meat, those lords who claim to be the same as him When raising a glass, the scene is always lively.

But now...

No one came.

Levy recalled that when he was just elected as the Demon King by the lords, he was proud and triumphant, but he was not without complacency and ambition. But those days were like a dream that was still steamy. As soon as the fierce sun of jealousy appeared, the dream was quickly evaporated.

The snake in the cave indulges in the land of gentleness when other creatures are awake and sleepy at night, and finds that he is getting duller with each passing day, and he is unwilling to show his fangs to the creatures on the ground, and insists on pulling them deeper than himself the ground floor.

He felt colder and colder, but his thoughts drifted farther and farther, as if he had returned to the day when the three demon kings met. The three demon kings raised their glasses, and the will of the demon world rang out—

At that time, he was still king.

With the last will, the former Demon King spoke hoarsely.

"Anse Er..."

"You're an angel...why..."

"Why do you become the devil like this?"

The white-haired demon king and the black-haired demon king snuggled up and looked back at him. There was no hatred or pity in those eyes, but they just looked at him calmly. They belonged to an angel and had a glass texture eyes.

"Like a bird manages its own nest, I'm just running my own home."

He replied.

"Levy, isn't Nanyu your home?"

Heh—

The pupil of the fallen demon king has shrunk to the size of a needle. He never regarded Nanyu as his home, and Nanyu repaid him like this. His hands began to pound on the ground, and after the wrong path had come to an end, he asked vaguely one last question.

"Anse Er..."

"How did you...so many years..."

"Disguised as a demon..."

When Ansair heard this question, he was relieved. Anyway, Levy was dying, and all around were radiated by the power of the three demon kings, and no one was watching. He simply raised his hand, and with Theros' terrified eyes, he took off the horned headband on his head.

"That's it."

The devil took off his little horn.

Levy was shocked, and for some reason he was so frightened that he finally threw himself to death. Theros covered his face with one hand and coughed softly. He couldn't imagine how strongly Levy was hit at the end of his life, but he had to remind Ansel.

"He's dead, the monster in him..."

The monster is about to gain dominance.

It's too late to say that, the living monster in Levi's body has squeezed the last nourishment from the Demon King's body, screaming and dividing his body into three, and he wants to continue to attack. Unexpectedly, Ansi Er didn't blink, three arrows fell from the sky, killing these monsters completely.

The surroundings are quiet again.

"Don't worry." Ans Air was very proud, "It's ready."

He will only do this in front of Theros, and at other times, of course, he is a humble and steady Demon King.

Cerros smiled lowly, his tone not concealing sweetness.

"Anse Er, you are faster than your golden arrow."

Anse Elton raised her eyebrows.

"Who am I for?" He bumped his head with Ceros, and bumped lightly in dissatisfaction, "I know too well your character, it must be Levina Something about me threatens you, right?"

The angel blinked his eyelashes, and the underside of his eyes was the color of the sunset.

"Next time, you must tell me, because I will be very worried about you."

Demon King Mo Lan's vertical pupils began to sparkle immediately, he was really satisfied with this straight ball, War Angel's straight ball is really great, or, it's Ans Air's straight ball is great, after all Angels are not an outspoken race.

…Only Ansel.

"Just now, I heard those whispers again, and I had the illusion before the rift again."

He murmured, raising his hand without the sword and stroking Ansier's back, waist and white hair, with a little smile in his eyes.

"But those visions didn't shake me at all this time."

"Because this time is different from then, I have actually embraced, touched... After experiencing the real touch, how can I be deceived by the illusion."

"It's just..." He paused subtly, "There was an illusion, and I was almost bewitched."

Anse Elton brought it to mind.

"What?"

In the snowstorm, the Demon King of the Western Regions wore a cloak with a dark pattern of irises and exchanged kisses with him.

"This way..."

"I won't be tempted next time."

***

The two demon kings dawdled in the snow for a while before preparing to leave. Theros' injury took some time to recover, but he could move now. Before leaving, he took off the iris cape and put it on Ansi Er again.

"Return your stationery."

"Put on, it's cold."

Ansel: "…"

A rage on the spot!

When he was leaving, Ansel looked back. He saw that one of Levi's hands was still in the snow. With the death of the Demon King and the disappearance of the monsters, the hand was gradually dissipating, but it still maintained an empty grip, not trying to grab it. Anything or asking for something, but like raising a wine glass.

The scene of the alliance of the three demon kings is still in front of her eyes, Ansel closed his eyes, he turned his head no longer, and helped Ceros to take off. The demon king's cloak was intertwined, and the dark pattern of the swan and the dark pattern of the iris overlapped and emerged. Because of the person, Ansier slapped the bat's wings harder, and Ceros rowed for him next to him.

The wings of the goose are weak, so there must be something wrong with the goose.

Anseyer thought firmly, and decided to return to the camp of the Seventh Abyss Front, then he put Ceros in the tent to rest, and by the way, he just wanted to fight Levi and monsters, How can you beat yourself up like this?

Theros looked around, thinking about how to hide the fact that he had eaten the contract backlash.

The angelic identity of Ans Aier told by Levy is completely different from the angelic identity revealed by other channels. The former is the most powerful and the most deadly. It was out of this consideration that he made this decision.

Gently flapping his wings and paddling the water, Ceros noticed that Ansel turned his head just now, and his fingertips moved slightly.

Snow glass.