MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 189

The soul that should have been swallowed by him... Angel Isriel's soul...

After 1300 years, two months and 21 days, is it still there? How many days and nights of forbearance and struggle, maintaining his consciousness on the edge of the pain that is about to dissipate, has been watching with all his might, waiting for the most critical moment to come.

It was no accident that the prince of the monster in the heaven remembered this time clearly.

At the beginning, he was still very weak, and he was almost sealed by the first generation of heroes and sages in the human world, and fled to the heaven in embarrassment. He had been dormant for a period of time among the unconscious family members outside Zhenxingtian, imitating the appearance of his family members, imitating himself as an impure thing, and avoiding the attack of angels.

On the battlefield, while fleeing almost non-stop, he saw the glory of the angel.

The light, the wings, the power...

That's the much-loved angel, Israel.

The prince is envious, he wants to—

Be the counterparty.

Finally, the prince waited for the opportunity. In a certain attack, Israel led a group of angels to go deep alone, and the prince was ecstatic. He used his innate ability to divide into other angels, and manipulated these angels to point their weapons at the angels who should be loved.

Looking at those familiar faces, among them, there are many promising young children who have been picked up from the battlefield, Israel really couldn't bear to do it, and was besieged and swallowed by monsters.

The monster put on the body of an angel, covered in blood, and was rescued back to the rear of the front.

—no one saw the sly smile on the corner of its mouth.

That is the evil spark that was introduced into the pile of firewood in the celestial realm. For more than a thousand years, it has been burning the life of this realm. Israel felt deeply guilty. He looked at the three rulers who were finally complete in front of him. The angel headed by the white-haired sunset pupil, Wang Wei was solemn, and at first glance, he was an angel who could lead the heaven.

He felt relieved, the monster's consciousness was already impacting this body, and what he could take away was only a moment.

Angel Isriel stretched out his hand tremblingly to the white-haired Archon in front of him—

"Please...please..."

Sariah still didn't understand what the other party meant, but Anse Er had already slightly lowered his eyelashes, and took the consul's saber from Sariah's waist at a very fast speed. He swayed his saber, held the scabbard position in his hand, and handed the hilt to Israel.

The angel's soul is already very weak, and he smiled gratefully at Ansel.

In any case, he was already guilty.

The monster soul in the body screamed in fear, the sword edge approached his chest infinitely, and some images seemed to emerge in Israel's mind—

If he is not devoured by monsters, he may enter the Junior Angel Academy to teach.

In his class, there will be a very special little angel. The little angel has beautiful sunset-colored pupils, is childish and cute, and always has a different point of view, which is different from other angels.

The angels like to follow the crowd, and they were hesitant about this child at first, but Israel has the virtue of tolerance, and he realized that this is a very special child. When the other party raised a different opinion for the first time, as a teacher, he immediately retreated his wings and squatted down to look at the other party.

【Then, can I ask Ans Air to explain her point of view in more detail? 】

He said gently, without prejudice or boredom.

[To us all? 】

The little angel's sunset-colored pupils widened slightly, as if he never expected to be treated with such respect. Isriel led the other little angels to learn to listen, and, to think. Dissent has existed forever and should be [tolerated], because if there is no dissent, their world will eventually stagnate.

Teachers teach these children born in this era under the flourishing flowers and trees.

But Israel has to admit that he is a little selfish after all. Among this group of children, the little angel with sunset eyes is the most favorite. He will open a small stove for this little angel after class, teach him philosophy, music, and jurisprudence, and do everything he can.

Although the little angel has a cold temperament, he finally has friends. Mayfair and Nice always act with him, and other little angels always whisper about him, about the beautiful white hair and the beauty 's pupils. The three little angels sometimes get into trouble, and Israel bears it all, and even makes the angel in the moral education department jump with anger.

"You are really...you are so tolerant of them..." The angel of the Moral Education Department laughed angrily. He caught a glimpse of the three little heads poking out from behind Isriel, and his anger turned into anger Helpless, "Three naughty little guys... take the lead! I remember you! Ansair, right? There is no next time!"

The white-haired little angel was expressionless for a while, and stuck out a tongue.

"...Israel! Don't hold me! Ansir, stop! Stop!"

Israel struggled to stop the irascible moral education angel and let the three little angels behind him run quickly. No one was really angry, and every angel had a smile on his face. Ansier ran and turned his head in his direction, his soft white hair fluttering, and his eyes were calm.

When tutoring after class, Israel often took the little angel to the depths of the Planetary Bookstore. There, the managers of the bookstore introduced their children to them. The managers of Your Excellency Shu's generation had already worn monocles at a young age. They were too shy, and buried their faces in the books. Ansair sat on the other side of the table and tugged at his hair.

The children, far from the alertness and arrogance of adult angels, exchanged names without hindrance.

When Israel took the little angel down the long stairs of the bookstore, he passed a group of young angels from the law school. One of the young angels with silver hair and blue eyes turned back subconsciously, staring at the back of the little angel for a long time, stunned for a long time, until he heard the soft call of his companion—

"Sharia, hurry up, there are no seats for self-study."

"Next month is the law test... After you pass, which department do you want to go to?"

Sharia's eyelashes moved slightly, at this moment, he did not know his destiny as a consul in the future.

"I… can do something for the heavens."

The little angel is excellent in both character and study, and even got the honor of presenting bouquets to front-line soldiers. Israel accompanied his students to Zhenxingtian and watched the little angel present the bouquet to the front-line angel with a serious face.

"...the child is so cute." The war angel who was familiar with Israel smiled slightly, "We stick to the front, not just for more children like this, to be able to stay safe and sound in the back. grow?"

Battle Angel suddenly thought of something and thought for a moment.

"By the way, Israel, what do you think this kid's grades in combat class are?"

Israel said a result, and the war angel was stunned, and then grabbed the sleeve of Israel.

"Let him come directly to my legion after graduation!" The War Angel's tone was a little hurried, "Within fifty years, he will definitely be promoted to legion commander!"

When they were talking, the background voice was a red-haired war angel, disregarding the dissuasion of a group of people, and let the little angel ride on his neck, laughing and running around. The little angel fluttered his little wings hard to keep his balance, and his expressionless face was even a little helpless when he looked closely.

School is safe and worry-free, and the future is bright. On the day of graduation, Israel had a conversation with the little angel under the flower tree. The wind blew the little angel's white hair, which covered his back, and floated with the flower rain.

"I have written a letter of introduction, recommending that you go to Belial's legion, which also possesses virtue."

Israel gently touched the little angel's head, sad and relieved.

"Anse Er, you will definitely achieve something."

He stated, blessed, the little angel has been watching him silently.

When there was finally no words or warnings to say, Israel slowly stopped, he bowed his head, in a hazy layer of water, he saw the little angel looking up at him, the sunset color A trace of reluctance flashed across his pupils, and he still spoke softly.

"Teacher, thank you for your teaching."

"But you know it's not going to happen."

As if falling from the sky, Israel suddenly woke up. He seems to have returned to the battlefield of that day, he has been swallowed by the monster, the monster is bowing his head and looking at his hand excitedly through his eyes.

Severe pain spread from his chest, the Archon's long sword penetrated his chest, Isriel coughed up blood, feeling the vitality of his soul and the vitality of the monster passing together, he held the sword and stabbed She didn't shake her hand in the slightest, but... I couldn't help but feel sorry.

It all ends before it begins.

If you lose [tolerance], you will lose [humility]; if you lose [humility], you will lose [temperance]; you will lose [moderation], [loyalty], [patient], [diligence] And [generous], it is impossible to talk about.

The pictures in my mind are just some residual dreams, in the past 1,300 years, two months and twenty-one days...

He saw the building collapse.

But before closing his eyes forever, Israel didn't have much sadness and despair in his heart, he even felt comforted. How the white-haired consul stably handed him the sword with one hand, how grief in his heart, but he was able to move forward firmly.

Although the monster himself can't figure out the dual identities of Ansi Er, and even he is not clear about the same perspective as the monster, but An Si Er wears a crown as a consul, it should be ironclad things, he should also feel relieved to leave.

Sharia: "…"

Please…!

Don't worry so early!

The beautiful angel closed her eyes in peace, and fell backwards, but after a few seconds, she was strangely pulled up in the process of falling. Like a puppet's string on its body, the angel's body stood up again in a weak and stuck posture, and the monster who was unwilling to die forced its eyes to open with this body.

He doesn't want to die, he has to struggle!

The monster prince never imagined that just as he pulled up his body, a fatal blow came from behind. The monster prince turned his head in disbelief and saw Nice's face.

The moment he killed him, Nice devoured his brain. The monster prince was stabbed in the back, and the whole body fell forward and fell heavily to the ground. In his last sight, he only saw Ness kneeling in front of the consul with humility and ecstasy.

"I've been fooled by monsters..."

He looked down and wept.

"Now, I finally see his true face and kill him on purpose!"

"Forgive me...for being blinded..."

Oh.

the subject. He gradually lost his sight, but his hearing was still functioning, and he heard his brother ask the white-haired angel in a trembling voice.

"I'm Nice, Ansel."

"Do you remember me?"

Heavenly monster prince listened to all the sounds and gradually became misty, he broke away from the body of an angel and slowly curled up like a worm at the last moment of his life. This is his racial nature. Although he was curled up and about to die, he still smiled coldly.

He didn't think his brother would end well, because he was facing a gentle angel like Israel, and who was his brother facing?

—that is not a benevolent angel.

—but the arrogant devil.

“…Nice?”

Anseyer called out the name with some hesitation, recalling the little angel who always sneaked behind trees and buildings to peep at him when he was a child. Recalling this, his expression couldn't help changing, and he actually stretched out his hand to try to help him up.

The prince was so happy that he finally had a connection with this beautiful angel, even if it was stolen.

"I've always been weak, I have too many concerns, I don't even dare to stand in front of you and be your friend..."

The memory of this body has long been owned by the prince, and the prince cried heartily.

"Now that I've killed the monsters who have deceived us all for so long, have I just... caught up with you?"

He was really heartbroken for this beautiful angel and wanted to be friends with him.

Angel's sunset eyes stared at him, tender and beautiful.

"Of course..."

Ansier helped him with his own hands, the prince was crying and was about to get up, but the angel's hand penetrated his chest!

"Of course...not."

Splashed blood stained the angel's white hair. In the prince's eyes, the pair of sunset-colored pupils seemed to switch back and forth between the devil's vertical pupils and the angel's warm pupils, and suddenly the hand that penetrated his chest loosened, and the prince fell on his back.

Several seconds later, a brain-tangled monster emerged from Nice's body, making a shrill scream that could disturb the spirit, and was about to flee. Ansier was already prepared, he took out his bow and arrow without blinking, and made three arrows at the fleeing brain, and the strangely colored semi-solidified liquid suddenly smeared on the ground.

Fixing is an inherent skill of Ansel.

At the end, Ans El bent down, and a space-time orb was picked up by his blood-stained fingers, which was burning and glowing. An orb slipped out of his own sleeve, and the two orbs complemented each other. This was Levi's space-time orb.

"I'm afraid you forgot, and this."

Ansel said softly to the corpse of the prince.

"...find you."

The orb melts into the body and cannot be taken out at all. I am afraid that the monster prince never considered that he still has a tracking device on his body from beginning to end, and only thought that he had been attacked in the crack. It was fine for him to hide from the holder of the orb, but he appeared in front of Ans El.

This series of reversals caught the angels by surprise. Sharia did not expect that things would be twisted and twisted like this, and another prince would be involved. However, after these days of training, he finally became calmer, closing his eyes slightly and speaking in a deep voice.

"We remember the sacrifices made by the angels Israel and the angels for the heavens."

The consul made a speech to the angels present, Mayfair among the angels was the first to cover his mouth, holding back the tears in his eyes, knelt down on one knee, and his wings touched the ground.

"We remember the sacrifices made by the angel Israel and the angel Ness for the heaven."

The angels knelt down, their wings drooped, and mourned the dead.

The cronies and fellow clans that monsters cultivated in the heavens were also cut off at the same time, Uriel and Shalia looked at each other a little, handed it over to Shalia, and hurried to follow up side thing. He looked at Sharia, not only for Sharia to be responsible for the finishing here, but also about... Ans El.

Can the heaven really not keep him? Obviously they can work together so intimately...

Looking at Ans El, whose eyes were half-closed, Sharia hesitated, and finally spoke.

"Let's rest for a while before going." Avoiding the other angels, he begged carefully, "You must be very tired, and your body..."

Anseyer recovered from his thoughts, he wiped his cheek and touched the blood on his hand. The monster's blood was splashed on such a large area, and I didn't know how to clean it up and disinfect it.

"Hmm."

He replied, there are more purification methods in the heaven than in the devil, so he cleaned up and went home.

Sharia didn't know his love for his family, so he felt joy.

"Then, I will open the holy pool... Rest assured, I also know that you are still wary of us, and I will not enter." Sharia learned from the past, EQ was online, and she behaved abnormally Considerate. Sure enough, he saw that Ans El's expression relaxed a little, and then the relaxed expression was replaced by hesitation.

Sharia: "...?"

If you have any questions, speak up! He must fix it! Make sure to make Anse Er feel like home!

He only listened to Ans Air's hesitant question.

"Sorry, I want to ask, go to the holy pool..."

"Can I bring geese?"

The author has something to say:

It's a bit long, but this chapter actually completes the angels in the heavens.

Israel's target is actually the identity of the king, and with him, the young angels will not go wrong. Mayfair, Nice and Ansair will be a very royal college trio who will take risks and grow together.

Uriel was judged to be the next consul early on. He learned from the previous consuls, and has a solid foundation and the most stable; Because he came from a family of judges, he was not educated as a consul in the first place, and with Ansi Er, these three were a working trio.

Without the company of adult angels, young angels are not allowed to enter the depths of the Planetary Bookstore. The former Ans was subject to this rule, and only read books in the depths when he was an adult. At that time, he and Remiller were both guarded adult angels, and of course they would not be frank easily.

And Ansair himself, will take the very orthodox academy → legion road, and the legion is escorted by Belial and Martis, until he grows to a certain level and is judged as a new consul.

So far, the seven virtues have created the supreme glory of the heaven.

…Unfortunately, there are no seven virtues, only seven deadly sins.