Chapter 77 Chapter 77 Little angels are the only ones who need to be coaxed? !

This is a dark room.

It's spacious, but the curtains are closed around it.

In the center of the room was a magic circle with a strong bloody smell.

There are quite a few humans here.

In such a small village, a demon summoning that completely went against faith gathered more than ten people in a very short time.

All books concerning demons were destroyed long ago.

Only a few words could exist in such an environment, and many more were during the years of disaster, when some humans whose faith had collapsed searched for banned books, pieced them together, and finally formed a mysterious method of summoning demons.

But no human has been able to summon it successfully so far.

After a brief excitement, everyone looked at their bruised hands and arms, licking the corners of their dry lips, even their mouths were dry.

Except for the princes and nobles in big cities, most of the human race faces this survival dilemma.

There was no water source, no way to store water, food crops failed, livestock died, and even the trees in the nearby Warcraft Forest withered in large areas.

The rising air burned their skin.

This disaster year has just begun.

They have no idea how to get through this whole year, they don’t know when they will die, they don’t know when their families will leave them, they can’t see the way forward, and they don’t know the future.

They finally waited for the big devil to pay attention to them - but could they really live to summon the devil?

Not to mention - in the teachings learned by humans, demons are greedy and terrifying creatures.

They are evil and extremely enjoy seeing people in a miserable state with nothing. If they want to get what they want from the devil, they have to exchange it with something of equal value.

Maybe it is an object, maybe it is something that can stir up a crowd, or maybe it is a soul and life.

They have nothing left to give.

The best tribute they could offer was here—including themselves.

Because the livestock have basically died, the only ones still surviving are the "superior people" in big cities and magical beasts that possess magical powers.

The magic circle drawn with blood made several young people look pale, and their lips looked even scarier.

"Try again tomorrow morning..."

Humanity is ready to take a break.

The excessive consumption made them depressed, but they saw the light of hope.

——As long as the devil can be summoned, as long as the devil can be summoned, there will always be hope for his family to survive.

All humans bandaged their wounds with strips of cloth.

It took them quite some time to leave this house, which was secretly built a little deeper in the Warcraft Forest according to the instructions in the Demon Summoning Book.

They looked at each other, and walked closer into the scorching light with their cloaks on.

Finally, he returned to the village with heavy steps.

"Third uncle? Aunt? Uncle Ste? What are you doing outside instead of staying home to avoid the sun? Where have you been?"

Until they stepped into the village shrouded in the shadow of death, another voice was heard.

Full of energy and justice.

Everyone was startled and subconsciously looked towards the village entrance.

The tall man had short brown hair, eyes of the same color as his hair, a strong body, and looked very young. On his shoulders were carried wilted plants that he had brought back from far away.

These are also the original plants found from the depths of the Warcraft Forest, under the trees that have not completely withered.

After layers of squeezing, grinding and extraction, a very bitter grass leaf juice can finally be extracted.

This stuff is non-toxic. Apart from being a bit unpalatable, it can barely replenish water.

And this man is none other than the village chief of their village, Brad, the successor after the old village chief's death.

The reason why more people in their village survived than others was because of Brett's strong physique, which allowed him to go deep into the Monster Forest to find some plants that could be squeezed for juice and barely survive.

But this is just a drop in the bucket.

"us……"

Someone looked at the grass and trees, swallowed hard, and was speechless.

Or they dare not say it.

No matter when, summoning demons is always an extremely terrifying ritual for humans. It is not only about the demands for exchange from the demons, but also about rejection from the people around them. Once discovered, they may be sentenced to death.

"We just wanted to look for something useful around here, at least not to be a burden to you - but as you can see, my dear Brad, we found nothing."

The oldest old man spoke.

"Uncle Ster, this isn't a burden. As the village chief, I have an obligation to protect everyone—and what I did wasn't enough. Spey, Ennie, Xiaofei... they all died in the end."

Brad clenched his fists, squeezing his bones until they creaked. He looked into the distance at the horizon with a mocking tone.

"I wonder what those noble lords do every day. And His Majesty, who claims to have divine right to rule, feels guilty seeing all this—even sending a mage to support an ordinary village?"

Then Brad looked at their tightly bandaged hands suspiciously.

He was still a little confused, but since the other party didn't want to say it, Brad just frowned and remembered it in his heart, then picked up the grass and trees again.

"Let's go. We still have a lot of things to do. The old man in the next village who can observe the weather said that tomorrow will be even worse. We might encounter things we haven't encountered before. Anything is possible. God, I really can't imagine anything worse than now, but we still have to be prepared."

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Demonic world.

An Feng held the little octopus in his arms and slept quietly with his wings curled up.

When I woke up in the morning, the little octopus in my arms was lying obediently on the pillow, with only one tentacle stubbornly pulling at the little angel's halo.

On top of the head was the devil's graceful chin.

Frog had wandered into the little angel's room at some point, and taking advantage of the child's young age, he shamelessly squeezed onto the bed and put the little angel in his arms.

Another peaceful night.

"dad."

An Feng murmured.

Stretch out your little hands—the baby bird stretches.

He also yawned.

Soft little tongue and white little teeth.

Frog was just lowering his head to answer, but when he saw this, his hands moved faster than his brain, and without thinking too much, he tried to put his hand into the little angel's mouth - well, it was bitten.

Frog: ...Ah.

An Feng:?

“That’s the feeling.”

The arrogant monarch spoke casually, trying to withdraw his hand.

"Before, whenever Garr yawned, demons would always try to stick their hands into his mouth. I thought it was some kind of charm."

An Feng:? ? ? ?

Is it simply because demons like to stir up trouble and are generally bad and have a tendency to get involved?

The golden halo on the little angel's head twisted a few times, and it was obvious that it wanted to bend into a shape with bulging veins.

But in the end it failed because it was too round.

An Feng:——Ouch!

"hiss--"

Sometimes the little white bird's bite is quite painful.

Frog carried the baby bird, put on his clothes and washed up, then walked out with An Feng. Frog watched the little angel's wings fluttering behind him, standing still gracefully.

He went into the study, threw the octopus away, put the cub on the seat, stuffed a fruit into his arms, took out the documents, and spread them in front of the cub.

The movements were done in one go and were very smooth and neat.

An Feng looked at the document in front of him, and the small halo slowly condensed into a question mark.

"dad?"

"Hmm?... Look, this kind of mark requires urgent attention, and this kind is for normal greetings and reports, so just take a quick look—"

The arrogant monarch looked at the piles of documents with a sense of relief.

"dad!"

The little angel held Guoguo in his hands and looked at him in shock.

"These--"

The little angel tried to explain the hills in front of him.

Got a positive answer from Frog.

"They are all yours. Wait until you finish your meal and forbidden spell training, then you can take your time to look at them. There is no rush."

An Feng:......

An Feng:…………

The Scarlet Hell Demon King's prince, who had just taken office for two days, looked at the table blankly and helplessly, then looked at his 'reliable' father.

The Big Devil also gets anxious and needs to be coaxed?!

Bullshit! Little angels need more care, okay?!

There was a prepared snack platter next to Mo Lu. Thanks to these demon merchants, the Demon King's Palace had more and more types of food to provide to the little prince.

Seeing that the young prince finally realized that something was wrong, the demon butler remained motionless and dared not say a word.

Oh—the wise Majesty and the lovely little prince are arguing.

It’s better for him, an anxious cannon fodder, not to join in the fun.

Of course, Frog is not that heartless.

It’s just that I was annoyed by the group of angels yesterday, and I tried to use this to prove how much the Scarlet City needs the little angels.

Of course - it would be great if his son could really help him deal with so many things in the future.

Finally, Frog touched the little angel who was about to bite people, took him away, watched him eat fruit, fed the little water monster and octopus, and touched the cat's fur by the way.

Probably because the eyes of one of the three-headed tiger Nora's heads are very similar in color to the little angel's eyes, the little guy particularly likes that head.

Seeing that the little angel was petting the cat and was about to turn into a cat, I was jealous of myself and felt a bit uneasy.

Frog carried the little angel away with an expressionless face and went to the training ground.

Although the big devil is not very good at teaching people, the little angel is simply a genius in forbidden spells and a hardworking guy who is self-aware.

So he got used to Frog's guidance and made rapid progress.

In fact, he was still thinking about whether he should explain things clearly to Frog.

Now in the heaven above our heads, although everyone is an angel on the surface, An Feng actually has nothing to do with that place.

He was a rootless duckweed from another world, and it was not until he landed in the Scarlet Demon King's Castle in the Demon Realm that he took root.

But many of the organization's conversations were interrupted by Frog's morning itch.

Until now, An Feng pulled the bowstring to its full extent, thought for a while and spoke.

"Dad, I will always be here and will never leave. I don't like heaven and I have nothing to do with it. Even if they want to take me away, I will fight to come back."

A little guy of that size, with the bowstring fully drawn, looks up at you like this.

Let me tell you - this is his home. Even if he leaves, he will try his best to come back here.

Frog was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said arrogantly, "Even Heaven has no right to take my cub away."

He promised.

At the same time, the human world.

At dawn, the first rays of light fell on the small house that protruded from the Monster Forest.

Yesterday's elder lay within the circle, determined to sacrifice his life to summon the demon—he was the first.

Oldster kissed his children goodbye, feeling the temperature around him getting hotter, closed his eyes, and felt his body gradually getting colder.

The door was banged on and finally kicked open.

"What are you doing?! You're actually trying to summon a demon?! Don't you know what the demon symbolizes? Even the angels in heaven haven't been spared, and you're actually expecting the demon to appear? Quick! Uncle Ster! Stop your stupid thoughts, I'll come and bandage you right away!"

Brad rushed in and reached out to touch Oldster who was lying in the magic circle.

But he was trapped by others.

"Yes, I understand, child. We have to survive. This is not relying on others. This is the last struggle we can make to save ourselves. This is a deal, but no deal could be worse than it is now. I am the elder, and I must be the first."

As his life slipped away, Oldster closed his eyes and prayed again to summon the devil.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the sky and it suddenly became bright.

In a disaster year, anything can happen.

But something is clearly wrong.

Then he thought about the new bad situation he heard yesterday.

Brad broke free from them and pulled back the curtain.

He opened his eyes wide—

What lit up in the sky was a distorted natural magic circle.

There was a huge fireball that lit up the early morning sky and fell to the earth like a punishment from heaven.

"This is terrible—we need to tell everyone to evacuate quickly—"

He muttered, turning to look at the equally panicked villagers.

"Don't worry about whether it's a demon or not, it's useless - we have to inform everyone as soon as possible. Our relatives haven't woken up yet, they will die! Do you hear me?! Uncle Ster!! I don't allow you to read it anymore!! It's useless - there will be no use - we will die in this merciless disaster - angels, demons and those nobles are all the same -"

A magic circle suddenly lit up under An Feng's feet in the demon world.

A deafening voice came from my ears——"...I am willing to sacrifice my body, my soul, and everything I have to complete the transaction. Please come——"

The wings of the little angel who was still pulling the bowstring suddenly stood up, and his azure eyes searched vigilantly:?

What? ?