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Ansel had dreamed of the silver bow and golden arrow countless times.

His six wings were blazing fiercely, and the sound coming from all directions was like the tide of the sea—the monsters were wriggling, running, and flying.

The companions around him began to fall one by one, their wings fluttered and scattered in all directions, like a mournful elegy.

【You are right, Ansel.】Before he died, a young angel firmly grabbed his hand and shed tears of remorse,【You are right, the troops we sent weren’t enough, we came here to die…】

【I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Ansel.】

What could Ansel say?

Under death, everything is empty. Whether it’s resentment or the grievances of the past, they all went away with those scattered wings at this moment, and the angel with a bright halo above his head closed his sunset-colored pupils.

 【It’s okay, I forgive you. May the light of God surround you and accompany you to eternal sleep.】

Resentment is meaningless, instead he should hate those invading monsters even more.

The sounds of fighting from all around gradually disappeared, and the rustling sound was getting closer. The white-haired battle angel gently put down the corpse of his companion, and stood up. Among the enemies approaching like dark clouds on the periphery of the vast sea of clouds, only the six wings and sunset-like pupils were shining brightly.

The last golden arrow appeared in his hand.

 * * *

【Warning, overload.】

【The automatic repair function is starting, please wait.】

The sound of the reminder made Ansel wake up suddenly. The horn headband on his head was issuing a warning that only he could hear. At the same time, a layer of light began to cover the entire headband. This fully functional headband was undergoing self repair.

Broken!

The horn headband is going to break!

Since it is a power conversion device, there is naturally a limit to the power that can be carried and transformed in a short period of time. It is definitely not as easy as using the original power directly and Ansel has also gotten used to it during his years as a Demon King. Except for the few battles fought for the position of the Demon King three hundred years ago, Ansel hadn’t input too much power into the horns for a long time, and the current situation was undoubtedly a bit tricky.

He can’t increase the power input for the time being, it’s better to think of other ways…

Ansel glanced around, and it turned out that he had come to the lead-colored stratus clouds of the Seventh Abyss, and below were flying monsters who were chasing him, opening their mouths to let out sharp screams. And not far below him, Saros’s dark wings rustled, with sharp edges and a dark blue streamer.

His eyes lit up.

While fighting, Saros suddenly heard the sound of breaking wind above his head. He had a vague guess in his heart, and when he looked up——

The accelerating flapping wings and the white hair that was blown a little messy by the wind made Ansel, who flew towards him in a hurry, almost look like he was seeking his protection in a panic while looking so cute… Saros almost admired himself that he could still dream at this time!

This is obviously a disaster!

There are more than millions of monsters on this front, and now they are all targeting Ansel for some reason. Fortunately, Ansel was still sensible and did not continue to flee backwards, otherwise a large number of monsters would attack the rear troops, and the front line would be in chaos!

“I’m already sober.” Ansel took advantage of Saros’s convenience and fired a few more arrows behind. The monsters are too dense, and a large number of them can be killed at will.

“I won’t retreat again, but Saros, you have to stand with me.”

Saros’ expression changed several times, and finally, he admitted that Ansel’s proposal was the most appropriate at the moment.

The Demon King Ansel can’t fold here, and the three demon kings can’t put pressure on the rear troops, so they can only stop here, until these monsters give up their unreasonable targeting.

 “…Why are they targeting you all of a sudden?”

Saros asked, with his dark blue pupils staring sharply at Ansel.

The identity of the angel must not be revealed, but Ansel had already thought of an answer, and his face remained unchanged.

“I have an old grudge against them.”

Those withered wings, those deceased kinsmen, those sacrifices caused by arrogance…

 “…”

Saros was silent for a while, and as Ansel expected, he didn’t ask any more questions. When Ansel was eager to establish the front of the Seventh Abyss, he did the same. Except for being tit-for-tat at ordinary times, he had absolute trust in Ansel in these matters.

“Where’s Levi?”

He was no longer entangled with the previous topic and asked.

Ansel looked surprised.

“Ask him? But he can’t help stop it.”

“You lead over.”

Just bring him to this side, at least let Levi share a quarter, that Demon King is not so easy to die.

His proposal made Ansel’s eyes brighten and the demon wings painted with silver streaks flapped a few times, appearing somewhat gloating.

“……good idea!”

In fact, Levi was already looking for an opportunity to retreat secretly from the battlefield. The other two colleagues fought with great momentum. As long as he retreated quietly or went to the edge of the battlefield, basically no one would notice. After all, Levi didn’t intend to fight for this invasion and defence battle, he had his own calculations.

With two more and one less to contribute, his Idian City may stand out among the three Demon King cities amidst this ebb and flow!

However, Levi’s daydreams are destined to be as fragile as his little calculations. When he saw Ansel, who was steadily pulling the hatred of the whole audience, flying towards him at high speed, his eyes went dark.

Ansel! And Saros! Don’t think he didn’t see the two conspiring there just now!

Cursing in his heart, Levi still had to do his best, and he had even used 60 to 70% of his strength.

The strangulation on the battlefield has developed to an intense level, with an almost endless source of monsters, the hatred and the Empress’ order prompting them to pile up and fight together, and Ansel was fighting hard to weaken them. The sky became dark and then bright again, two nights and two days had passed, but the wave of monsters still had no end in sight.

“But the good news is that they seem to be starting to resupply.”

Saros, who had always maintained the Demon King’s arrogance and proper attire, inevitably lost his dignity temporarily. One corner of his cloak was scorched by the flames, and the fire had already been extinguished. This slightly curled corner of his clothes was hanging next to Ansel’s white hair. His eyelids twitched, and he pulled the cloak away, seeing that the white hair was still shining and unstained, he was slightly relieved.

Ansel also saw that some giant white wormlike monsters were being transported to the battlefield. These monsters did not borrow the characteristics of creatures from the demon realm, but maintained their original appearance to supply energy for the monsters. Ansel tried to explode one, and the corrosive liquid immediately splashed out, and it felt a bit like shooting a sour fudge.

Ansel’s Wonderful Metaphor√

“These worms are only messenger level. They are not high-level and have no combat power.”

Saros’s tone was flat, and after days of fierce fighting, he still didn’t see any fatigue at all. A pensive expression flashed through his dark blue pupils, as he weighed whether to use his trump card now.

A shrill howling suddenly overwhelmed all the voices, and behind countless monsters, the existence with countless hands and feet swaying like a small hill slowly stood up. It has an astonishingly huge abdomen, which looks like a pregnant woman. In the hazy yellow mist, countless flying monsters dance wildly around it like swarms!

 ——Empress!

Almost immediately, Ansel and Saros made a judgement simultaneously.

“I’ll go over.”

“You go over there.”

Both of them were slightly stunned when they spoke in unison. Then, Ansel smiled, with gemstones shining on the horns above his head.

“You go over and kill the Empress, there should be high level monsters around.” Ansel said, he usually fights with Saros, but he will never mess around where business is concerned, and the same is true for Saros, so he is quite relieved and continues to state, “It just so happens that their attention is on me.”

Saros looked at him deeply, and his eyes paused slightly on the horns on top of his head. He was very close to Ansel now, and the demon’s wings were slightly retracted. It was a somewhat protective posture, but Ansel didn’t realize it.

“……good.”

He responded, and the wings opened slightly, changing their previous posture. He also didn’t ask whether Ansel was reluctant at all, and he didn’t need to ask questions that he already knew the answer to. Just as Ansel trusted his ability, he also trusted Ansel’s ability.

“Wait……”

Unexpectedly, Ansel stopped him before he left. The sunset-colored vertical pupils flickered slightly, revealing his lack of candor.

“If you need remote support, you can call my name. Anything within range can be destroyed.”

Having said that, Ansel tilted his head and smiled, revealing a bit of bad intentions by the way.

“Just ask me.”

He himself just wanted to take advantage and tease him, however, the demon king with dark blue vertical pupils looked at him quietly for a while, and then suddenly whispered in his ears.

“OK.”

“The remote support from His Majesty the Demon King of the Eastern Region can be obtained with just one sentence, which is really a bargain.”

The low voice rang in his ears, a little coquettish.

“Ansel…”

 “Help~”

The author has something to say:

Saros: That’s a great deal! Give me a hundred times!

Ansel: …

Damn it! If I had known earlier, I would have asked him to call me Dad!

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