MTL - The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns-Chapter 9

After a night of sleep in a cozy tent, Ans El was alive again. After he had eaten the hot breakfast that Guxin had prepared for him in an apron, he was handling affairs of Suberbian City remotely when a demon suddenly asked Ansier to go to the big tent.

Anseyer was a little inexplicable. He glanced at the time and made sure that the meeting time at 8 o'clock was not reached yesterday, but it was only 7 o'clock. What is Ceros doing?

Of course he recognized it. The demon who came to spread the word was one of Ceros' close ministers, so there should be no doubt about the authenticity.

There is nothing to do horizontally or vertically, and Ansel decided to go.

The night of the seventh abyss is very long, and the sky is not yet clear, and with some rain clouds, it is even more gloomy and gloomy. Ansier's white hair was still very dazzling in the low light, pressing on the dark cloak of the Demon King, with a sharp contrast.

The servant demon opened the tent curtain for him, and Ansel walked in, only to see the room full of darkness.

Suddenly, a flame lit up, followed by two, three... A bunch of flames were burning, and the flames illuminated the face of Ceros, who was neatly dressed at the table, because there was no expression And it seemed a little gloomy.

Ansel: "…"

What is this doing? Are you going to scare him?

Hearing the movement at the entrance of the tent, Theroston raised his eyes when he raised his lips with a faint mocking smile.

Anseyer's eyes turned to the table, my dear, he didn't even notice that the candle was too bright just now, there was actually a cake under the candle, because too many candles were poked, and it was in a terrible state. Like a honeycomb with too many openings, only the honeycomb has no coal.

Anselm's Wonderful Parable√

He even hesitated for a moment by the shock.

"What are you... doing?"

"Celebrate Remembrance Day," Ceros said lightly. "Today is Remembrance Day."

"What..."

Ansel felt even more outrageous. Anniversary? Are they two celebrating their anniversaries? funny! This time, it's because of the joint military dispatch, or else the two of them will fight each other every time they meet, and this is the anniversary? Can there be any anniversary? Big fight anniversary?

…Wait.

Anse Er suddenly had a terrifying conjecture.

"Shouldn't it be..."

Theros simply affirmed his outrageous idea.

"The 250th anniversary of our big fight."

Silence lasted for a few seconds, and Ansel looked at the cake that should have been poked with 250 candles, and slowly opened her mouth to speak her heartfelt words.

"...you're sick."

Theros has achieved his goal, he looked at Ans El's incredible eyes, his hair with a tendency to explode, and his tone suddenly became more easy-going and pleasant.

He even made a "please" gesture to Ansel.

"I prepared the ceremony, so you can cut the cake."

He pushed the unrecognizable cake full of candles to Ans Air, and even tied a fancy bow on the cake-cutting knife.

Anseyer had suffocation written all over his face. The **** of Ceros is obviously pre-emptive. He is so angry now, even more angry than seeing the report of the other party scolding him, and he can't think of how to fight back for a while. Angry may be good for brain development, Ansel successfully thought before the whole person started to smoke.

"Okay, I'll cut it, I'll cut it, you can see it."

He suddenly smiled, grabbed the knife, and completed the segmentation without blinking.

***

When Levi arrived a little later than 8 o'clock, he thought he would wait for a reprimand, after all, he was not on time. However, the atmosphere in the big tent was very strange. There was a plate in front of Ceros and Ans-El, and Ans-Ere was focusing on drawing candles from the cake on the plate.

One two...three four...nine ten...

Levy: "...?"

What?

He looked at the plate in front of Ceros again, and saw a lump inside—

Cream and crooked candles.

Levy: "???"

What are you two doing?

Different from the low air pressure of Ceros, Ans El, who finally ate the cake after pulling out the candle for a long time, seemed in a happy mood, and he even said hello to Levy, making Levy, who has always been unpopular, in a good mood. Wei was flattered.

"You are..." he asked suspiciously.

"It's nothing, Ceros invited me to eat cake, and I shared the cake."

Anse Er replied happily.

Levy: "…"

Divide the cake sideways! The cream and candles are shared with others, and you eat the cake yourself, right? !

Also, since it’s a cake…

What about his Levi's cake? ? ?

"What?" Ansel was surprised.

"What?" Ceros, who had lowered his head just now, also raised his head.

Levy had an ominous premonition, he felt that these two guys couldn't spit out...

"Wake up, how could I have your share."

He knows!

In the sweet aroma of cake, Levi's mood is extremely bad. He sat down and shook the luxurious robe made of live fawn skin that was freshly exchanged today, his eyelids drooping.

"Is it okay not to have a meeting today? The follow-up troops will arrive in a few days, and then we will go directly to the front."

Levy was a little weak when he said this. Without him, he was definitely at the bottom of the battle power of the three demon kings present.

Ans El, who was born from the lake of fire, is famous and famous. Theros, who has been in power for more than a thousand years, has made great achievements in battle. Together they set off the perfection of the remaining two Demon Kings.

This feeling is annoying.

"No, it will still be open." Ceros had already sorted his thoughts. He glanced sideways at Ansel, who was eating cake with one cheek puffed up while waiting for him to speak, and suddenly I think this is also good.

It's not bad to be shriveled in Ans Air's hand, he's so cute eating cake.

…stop!

Theros forced himself to focus again.

"Last night, my men found something."

A row of transparent containers was brought up, and Ansair ate the cake. These transparent containers are filled with rainwater at different times and locations. Ceros has collected the rainwater, carefully labeled each one, and now presents it in front of them.

"There's something in the rain."

The dark blue vertical pupils of the Demon King showed a cold light. He picked up a cup of rainwater that was close to the morning, opened his palm to fully grasp the mouth of the cup, and then began to boil the cup of water with magic power.

A small scream gradually came out of the cup, which sounded a bit like slowly squeezing a foam board.

In the originally transparent rain, a mass of white filaments slowly emerged. The shape of this filamentous thing is very similar to the dandelion in the demon world, but its body is composed of pale white filaments, which are sharp and treacherous. In the high temperature, the pale silk thread was still twitching.

"Invaders are not heat-resistant." Ans El said solemnly, "Guxin mentioned this to me last night, and juveniles are more fragile than adults."

Adults may be able to withstand high temperatures of thousands of degrees, while juveniles may die in a hundred degrees.

Theros held the heated mug steadily and handed it to Ans Air, intentionally letting him take a closer look. Ansel was about to reach for it when, for some reason, Ceros suddenly avoided his hand and handed the cup to Levi first.

Anseyer was a little inexplicable. Before he could think more, the "hiss" made by Levi when he took the cup without any defense was enough to explain everything.

"It's hot."

Theros said without expression.

Levy, who is not used to opening his guard all the time and getting burned: "???"

What am I!

However, the devil's skin is rough and fleshy, and Levy is a devil, and he didn't suffer any substantial damage, just a pain. He looked at the dead and faded juveniles in the water glass, and handed the glass to Ansier in annoyance, but Ansier shook his head at him and raised his chin.

"Put it on the table."

Hot.

Levy: "…"

Demon ancestors! Sooner or later he will be killed by these two people!

"So, while these things are still larvae, it's best to dispose of them as soon as possible." Ans El looked at the dead larvae in the cup, "Now it's relatively easy to deal with."

Theros nodded slightly.

A cauldron began to be erected outside the big tent, and the demons collected the rainwater under the protection and poured it into the cauldron. The demon soldiers who had been contaminated with rain last night were temporarily isolated, and the related equipment and weapons had to be sterilized at high temperature before they could be used again... The preparations were almost done outside, and the demon kings got up and sentenced them in person.

The rain in the pot boiled to a boil, and the large groups of larvae began to die. Ansair seemed to hear the roars and whistling from the distant direction, mixed with rage, and the voice should be the mother of these juveniles, that is, the [Queen] on this front.

The investigation results brought back by the human scouts who sacrificed their lives show that there are about four million monsters gathered on this front."

Levy's eyelids jumped, and he began to back off.

"This amount..."

But listening to the number of enemies, even if the demons are stronger than the monsters, the human and material resources required to completely suppress them are enough to make the scalp tingle.

He's not going to add this extra expense to his Idean city...

Levy was thinking of a way to get out, when suddenly Ansier smiled when he heard that sentence.

"Only four million."

Levy's jaw-dropping arrogance!

Before he could close his wide eyes, he saw Ceros next to him also smiling.

"Your arrogance is flattering at times like this."

Crazy! Two lunatics!

The steam is still surging around, the cauldron is making the sound of boiling water, many demons are busy around, Levy's jumping feet are as funny as ever, and there is Ans El... In such an atmosphere, Ceros was in a surprisingly good mood.

He even thought silently in his heart, this is how it looks like an anniversary.

We are here today.

Celebrating the 250th anniversary of my Cyrus being touched by his horn.