Home/ The Demon King Took Off His Little Horns/ Chapter 64
Vassago belongs to a water monster race, which are giant predators with multiple flexible tentacles lurking in the swamp lake, so Ansel is not worried about any fish slipping through the net underground.
When he returned to the surface, it was already late at night. Based on the surrounding buildings, Ansel made a simple judgement of the direction. On the way back to the hotel, he felt that there were no people in the buildings on both sides, and he knew that the plan to evacuate the town was proceeding in an orderly manner.
The previous earthquake was the best excuse. After evacuating everyone, the demon hunters can operate freely, but they must also be wary of the Holy Court directly destroying the town.
Under the lights, the crowd evacuated in an orderly manner. Most ordinary people had panic expressions on their faces, but the people from the Holy Court who were overseeing the evacuation looked very serious. Ansel had taken off the horn headband on his head and was taking off his contact lenses under the bright light, but he couldn’t get them out for a long time.
Ansel: “…”
Familiar pain!
He took off one piece with difficulty, and when he was picking the second one, a member of the Holy Court noticed him. That person thought Ansel was an ordinary citizen who had strayed from the team and shouted at him in a bad tone.
“Get back to the team! There may be aftershocks at any time!”
This was of course a very effective statement for ordinary citizen, but the person he scolded was different. The other party’s steps were slightly unstable, his collar was slightly loose, and one of his eyes were closed while the other was very red. At the moment when he looked up, the staff of the Holy Court saw the sunset-colored pupil.
“Could you please inform the Demon Hunter Club.” Ansel still had one contact lens to take off, but it was too late, so he simply closed one eye and pretended to be injured, “Just say that the sixth-class star Ansel is back.”
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The staff of the Holy Court was quite diligent and escorted Ansel all the way back to the hotel. As soon as he entered this temporary base, Ansel was surrounded, and Joey even cried with joy, wiping his tears as he looked at Ansel’s closed eye.
“Wuwu, wuwu, Ansel! Did you escape on your own? We were just discussing how to save you!”
Joey looked at Ansel’s closed eye and felt great pain in his heart.
Ansel’s eye must have been injured!
He escaped from the Demon Summoning Organization alone! It’s really amazing!
It seems that they already know that the Demon Summoning Organization is behind it, which saves Ansel the trouble of explaining.
Originally, Joey discovered that Ansel and Professor Simon were missing together, thinking that both of them had been captured. Ansel was caught as a sacrificial offering, and Professor Simon was captured as a consultant because of his proficiency in demonology. However, coincidentally, while Joey was looking for Simon, he unfortunately slipped and fell in the room.
—— His head pierced through the wall, revealing the secret passage.
Just like serious people don’t keep diaries, they also don’t build secret passages in their rooms, so there must be something fishy about Simon!
Ansel: “…”
This is really a lucky sword.
“It’s good that you’re back.” The weapon master also had a complicated expression on his face. Looking at Ansel’s closed eye, he imagined in his mind that Ansel must have gone through some serious torture and frowned deeply, “Did you sneak out? The Demon Summoning Organization is now…”
Ansel paused. It seemed that there was no need to explain too much about sneaking away, but just as he was about to say something, there was another strong vibration, as if a huge amount of explosives exploded underground!
Vassago, it’s definitely Vassago.
His Majesty the Demon King thought with some headache.
He forgot to ask Vassago to act in a low-key manner, and the statement of sneaking out couldn’t be used anymore. In the end, he could only change his words. Therefore, His Majesty the Demon King had to say.
“It can be considered sneaking out, but I put a lot of explosives there before I left. In the short term, there should be no need to worry about the Demon Summoning Organization coming to cause trouble.”
Amidst the revered gaze of the demon hunters and the astonished expression of the Holy Court staff, Ansel took out a folded and crumpled paper from his pocket.
“Moreover, I stole some of the monsters drawn by the Demon Summoning Organization… And the map of the demon’s nest.”
He looked around with one eye, focusing on the members of the Holy Court who had previously held the opinion of “no rescue”. His sunset-colored eyes carried some lingering power of the Demon King that hadn’t yet been completely restrained.
“With a map, rescue should be more feasible now, right?”
Faced with the map that Ansel took out, the members of the Holy Court finally softened their tone slightly. Although they still had doubts about the authenticity of the map, if they obstructed the rescue again at this time, they would probably completely offend the Demon Hunter Club.
After all, second-class stars are not cabbages on the roadside, so the Holy Court had to give in this time.
“The Holy Court will not intervene and reserve a certain amount of time.” The official priest of the Holy Court said, “But we will not provide any manpower for rescue, except for some potions and magic assistance.”
The Demon Hunter’s insistence on rescuing people is inconsistent with the Holy Court’s approach. For the Holy Court, sacrificing oneself for a sacred cause is the most noble thing, and one must not implicate other companions who can still follow the light of angels because of their own life.
Without the second-class stars, more people will be lost. The official priest thought so, unless the sage himself is willing to help…
“…Your rescue team. Can I join?”
The clear and gentle voice belonged to Anthony, the sage of the Holy Court, and Ansel finally heard a pleasant human voice, so he looked up.
The boy was wearing a hooded white robe and held a wooden staff in his hand. He had a carefree smile on his face, and his slightly curly golden brown short hair was as lively as a lamb, but Ansel was good at judging people. Under this seemingly cheerful appearance, there was a sense of hesitation that outsiders could not detect.
Unlike the warrior Rhein, who had seen Ansel with his own eyes five hundred years ago when he was a child, Anthony unexpectedly calmed down when he saw the white hair and red pupils again.
He even smiled at Ansel and made his request again.
“Can I join you?”
Ansel narrowed his eyes.
The boy’s reaction was too plain.
It didn’t seem like forgetting, nor did it seem like he didn’t see clearly, but more like…
He doesn’t believe in it anymore.
Anthony clenched the wooden staff in his hand.
Seeing the white hair and sunset-colored pupils that were almost the same as the angel’s in the past, he was not unmoved, but soon, the joy and speculation receded from his heart.
It’s just empty joy. He said to himself in his heart that a new angel had descended on the Holy Court. The new angel is proud and without dust in his eyes, but in any case, humans have once again received the guidance of the angel. Even if this guidance was perfunctory and not gentle, how could things in the world be perfect?
Be realistic, Anthony. The sage’s knuckles holding the wooden staff turned white due to excessive force. He lowered his eyes that matched his hair color and slowly loosened his hand.
The former angel—
Will never come back.
Ansel stared at him for a while, so long that the priest in charge beside him reacted and turned pale with shock.
“Lord Anthony! Please think twice!”
“I have made up my mind. Those demon hunters are all excellent forces, and I should rescue them.”
Anthony’s attitude was very tough. He didn’t often express his views like this, and he never conflicts with others easily. Fortunately, the Holy Court didn’t pay enough attention to the Demon Hunter Club this time, so they only sent the official priest, not the itinerant bishop who had more power to influence Anthony.
Anthony was sent here due to the involvement of the Secret Council.
How could the official priest influence the decision of the sage? He could only try to delay the rescue and immediately send a message to the Holy Court headquarters. But Anthony knew the usual practices of the Holy Court so well that he made a quick decision and wanted to go underground immediately.
“Sure, we really need the power of the sage.” Ansel nodded in agreement.
Ansel would definitely go underground, with the addition of the sage Anthony, and as for the remaining candidates, it would depend on everyone’s personal wishes.
“I’m going.” Joey looked a little scared, but he also knew that his physique was very useful, “Ansel, I’ll go with you, ordinary demons dare not approach me.”
“I’m going too!” The weapon master didn’t get the chance to speak first, so he raised his voice as a bonus. He also glared at Joey who spoke first, and Joey shrank his neck.
“Then I will too…”
Demon hunters will not easily give up on their companions, and their unique club approach makes them closely connected. They are both comrades in arms and friends. Looking at the scene full of enthusiasm, Anthony was somewhat envious. The Holy Court would never have such a lively scene.
“Although it is indeed dangerous, there is no need to worry too much.” After counting the number of applicants, Ansel said, “We don’t need to confront the strongest monsters… demons in that place head-on. All we need to do is to open up a new entrance and try to find our companions who may be hiding somewhere underground.”
A group of elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people, there’s not even a second-class star among the applicants? Even if there is a sage who can escort them, it is only to save their lives. If they are unlucky, they will be trapped underground with the previous team. Let’s build the underground infrastructure together. It just so happens that Ansel has read a lot of articles on infrastructure.
Of course, the general-level monster must be beaten to death. His Majesty the Demon King plans to secretly go back and slap the monster after retrieving the demon hunters underground. After slapping it into a pancake, he will cremate it.
Unfortunately, the general-level monster sounds like a valuable giant dead mouse that can sell for a lot of money, but the prerequisite is that there must be an organization to collect it!
“Ansel is right, we just need to hold on.” Joey whispered, “If there is anything wrong, you can focus on me, but just don’t… don’t attract too many demons.”
If there are too many, his special physique won’t be able to stand it!
“Ha, if you’re afraid, why don’t you stay here?” The weapon master still didn’t have a good expression. He made up his mind that since he was one of the highest level demon hunters in this team, he would inevitably have to bear more pressure and use multiple weapons together. Even if he lands on the top of a demon, he won’t be afraid!
As if driven by their pre-war atmosphere, Anthony also held the staff and smiled.
“Then let’s go now? Before we go down, I will also use the Six-Light Wheel magic to provide good protection for everyone in advance… Ansel? Why do you seem so touched?”
Ansel: “…”
He is really touched! Surprisingly, someone is going to give him a BUFF!
In fact, during many years of warfare in the demon world, Ansel and his ministers watched and helped each other, not knowing how many times they added buffs to each other. He was no longer as helpless as when he was in the Supreme Heaven, where he had to solve everything by himself. Now there were many people walking with him.
To Ansel’s surprise, he also encountered such a group of people in the human world.
Sage Anthony smiled, and he didn’t choose to walk in front of Ansel but fell behind half a step. Joey was on the other side of Ansel, and the weapon master followed behind, with his hat brim lowered and his hands in his pockets. The other demon hunters also followed… This scene made Ansel dream back to the time when he was fighting in the demon world—
Under the iris flag, the Demon King’s white hair fluttered, constantly worrying about whether the horns on his head were crooked. With the phoenix perched on his shoulder, the right side of the Demon King was occupied by a big demon with dark blue curly hair adorned with peacock feathers, and on the left side was a bouncing pink slime. The silver-haired and grey-eyed water demon supervisor walked calmly, while the succubus assassin held the hem of her skirt with one hand and swept her hair with the other, with the loyal bear-headed warrior walking steadily at the end of the team…
The angel’s head was finally no longer covered with gloomy clouds.
——After leaving the Supreme Heaven.
The author has something to say:
There are no friends in the Supreme heaven, but there are all kinds of friends in the human world and the demon world… Then it must be the problem of the Supreme heaven.
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