Chapter 80 Chapter 80 Someone reached out in desperation and pulled them...
Everything happened so fast.
The demon has begun drawing straight lines on the map.
Humanity summoned angels from Hell.
The angel destroyed the natural magic circle in the guise of a demon.
If the devil were to break the seal at this moment—
The entire world will fall into irreparable chaos, just like the demons ascended to heaven a thousand years ago. Without a way to stabilize everything, they will be stuck in the quagmire.
In fact, only the world consciousness is the most anxious, and the consciousness of the three realms is very weak.
The heavenly consciousness paid the most tragic price to seal the demon world. At this moment, the heaven is under the full control of the archangel Perfei.
The consciousness of the human world is not much different from this. The human world consciousness is already weak and is the weakest breakthrough point of the world consciousness.
The sealed consciousness of the demon world also has the ability to stabilize the demon world and crown the chosen demon king.
After receiving a frantic warning from the world consciousness.
The demon world consciousness, which was too lazy to pay attention to the world consciousness, poked and moved, trying to use the Crown of Pride to persuade Frog to calm down.
Well, but it's totally useless!
Even Frog thought about it and took a detour to the territory of Fury, looking for Fury who was watching the fun and mocking him to fight. He was heading straight for the Fury Demon King's castle, and even had a clear goal, which was to take his crown.
The demons in the Crimson Hell are more terrifying than each other.
If I had told these demons that they would go to war over an angel, I'm afraid no demon would have chosen to believe it.
Mo Lu stood on a high mountain outside the raging city, his crimson eyes slightly lit up. The dark blue-haired demon said with contempt and irritability: "The wise and arrogant emperor is willing to give you a chance to surrender. Gentlemen, please consider it carefully, after all, we are in a hurry."
If the demons of the Crimson Hell cannot shake the seal of the demon world.
Then let them clear the way for His Majesty Frog and obtain the Crown of Wrath.
This is a crazy move.
But ah——
The image of the little angel who had fallen into the Scarlet Devil's Castle was still before his eyes.
A dirty and gray bird, its strength exhausted, its wings almost bald, its Bow of Judgment broken, its halo dim, its azure eyes full of vigilance and uneasiness, like a little white bird that had been bullied and had lost all its feathers, and was driven to a place where its natural enemies gathered.
He was so small, it was a situation where he was doomed to die.
I can't even imagine what he's been through before.
So there is no way to deceive myself anymore. Even if it is a self-torture trick, it is a bit too much. How could An Feng be an undercover sent by the Heaven, or be responsible for some conspiracy?
Just like the time when His Majesty Gran touched upon his sad story - he was an abandoned, faith-overthrown, homeless little angel.
That's their little prince.
They are as anxious as Your Majesty.
Why did Heaven summon His Highness away?
Why did you come to investigate the young prince?
Let’s see if the angels abandoned by them have been crushed to ashes by the devil?
Not only Mo Lu was impatient, but all the demons in Demon King City who had interacted with Xiao Anfeng were extremely impatient - what if, what if, seeing that the demons did not attack the angels, the group of angels summoned the little prince back and wanted to harm him?
The world consciousness felt itself teetering on the brink of collapse.
Living Daddy——You are all my living daddy!!
And at this moment.
An Feng was sitting on a tall oak barrel, watching a group of humans scratching their heads and studying the 'Demon Summoning Notes', trying to find a way to send him back.
This thing is obviously unreliable.
An Feng waited for a moment and came to this conclusion.
After all, if you think about it, you will know what can summon angels from the demon world?
An Feng folded his little wings.
The small halo above his head felt a little lonely without Suks climbing on it, and then he pulled his platinum hair.
The little angel raised his hand and summoned a water mirror from under the magic circle.
He looked at himself in the water mirror.
The originally beautiful straight hair was not protected in time and was slightly curled by the flames. The feathers of the small wings behind her were fluffy and messy, and there were still the sequelae of her hair being blown up just after arriving here -
Don't look too miserable, otherwise it might make people worry.
An Feng swung his short legs back and forth, folded his wings forward, and tried little by little to imitate his father in preening his feathers.
But unfortunately, An Feng really has no talent when it comes to organizing himself. Apart from pinching himself so hard that it hurts, there is no change at all.
The little angel sighed deeply and shook his wings in frustration.
He missed his father a little - even if his father was away at the battle, Uncle Molu and the teacher would help him sort it out.
He still tried to go back as early as possible. He was a little worried that his father would not be in the Demon King's Palace when he returned. After all, the war on the front was still very tense. Given the financial situation of Scarlet Hell, the war had to end as soon as possible.
"Are you ready?"
An Feng tilted his head and looked at the group of people.
His light words made all the humans squatting together shudder.
Their mouths were still dry, and they swallowed hard, looking over cautiously.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Devil... I haven't found a solution yet."
It is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away.
They only heard that the devil would trade with them after he arrived in response to their call.
But I haven't heard that the demon will be sent back later.
The little war angel, who had always been looked at with admiration, blinked blankly. It was the first time he felt such strong fear from humans.
It was as if he was going to chew and eat them in the next second.
An Feng raised her hand and touched her cheek with her small hand.
Is he that scary?
The Bow of Judgment floated and swayed beside him, then rubbed the little angel's face affectionately.
When in the demon world, in addition to using the Bow of Judgment, Frog's Bow of Destruction would always come out to make its presence felt, as if it could protect the little angel.
I've been itching to watch the trial for a long time.
Until now – look!
It's because it can follow the beautiful and powerful little war angel everywhere.
An Feng jumped down from the oak barrel lightly and looked out the window again.
He picked up the small wooden stick next to him and poked the strongest one.
Such force made Brad stagger and sit on the ground, looking at An Feng in a daze.
An Feng, holding the small wooden stick: ...
No way?
Did you grow so big for nothing?
But that's not the problem.
An Feng had not expected this. He had heard about the disaster year from his teacher before and was a little anxious because of the duties of an angel. Later, thinking that the demon world was sealed and he would never have any contact with the human world, he put it out of his mind, but he was summoned out.
After all, we have truly witnessed this terrible year of disaster.
The little angel looks very reliable.
"You are the chief of the neighboring village, right? Don't you need to go back to your village to deal with the aftermath?"
After all, he came at a very coincidental time. The first round of magic from the sky had already fallen. There must be no place for him to take shelter in this area.
Brad couldn't understand the demon summoning book and was already scratching his head anxiously. Hearing this, he cautiously said to the 'demon' in front of him: "Is it okay?"
"certainly."
An Feng nodded.
"And—where are your water mages? Where is your king, your institution?"
It looks like an abandoned village struggling to survive in the wilderness.
Dehydration to the point where the blood becomes thick and cannot flow out.
Brad got up, and after An Feng exerted his power, he felt a hint of fear and trust.
"No, the magician won't care about us, and neither will the king. The higher-ups have already issued a notice that those with certain assets or special abilities will be taken to nearby noble territories and allowed to survive, but the others—"
They are beings eliminated by natural disasters.
This was clearly stated in the Kingdom's notice.
Brad could have gone to the nearby lord's territory, but he could not abandon the villagers, relatives and friends, so he stayed.
The same situation exists in other surviving villages.
An Feng frowned tightly.
But aren’t they in an alliance with the Kingdom of Heaven?
Such a natural disaster, even if it will eliminate some people who are not physically adapted, should not be so tragic.
But the little angel didn't ask, he just nodded to Brad, indicating that he could go about his business and not cause trouble for other humans who were helping him find a way back.
Brad hadn't realized yet that he was being disliked by the little angel.
The big fool was suddenly happy at this moment and ran out the door - "I'm going to see the others!!"
Oldster stretched out his hand, wanting to ask him to run slower, but turning his head to look at the 'devil' who was staring at him, Oldster swallowed his saliva and honestly continued to study and draw the magic circle to send the 'devil' back.
Then, the bright red, juicy fruits were placed in front of them one by one.
The bright red fruit looks thin-skinned and thick-fleshed, and exudes an enchanting fragrance.
Everyone was stunned.
They turned their heads.
Look at Xiao Anfeng who is standing at the door.
The little angel looked at them.
"I don't want you to pass out while working. Eat it. You can eat half and take half back to your family and friends."
That delicate little face had learned a bit of pride from his devilish father, with his chin slightly raised.
"The magic I know is not that shallow water magic."
They stared blankly, then carefully touched the fruit, wiped it thoroughly, and then dared to take a small bite.
The dry lips and teeth are nourished with moisture again, and the sweet taste fills the mouth and nasal cavity.
The little angel was still a little curious about the disaster year, and told them to work quickly. He would leave a magic circle to watch over them, and then spread his wings behind him and flew into the sky.
inside the house.
Everyone was silently studying hard, but at some point, a sob was heard, mixed with another sound, and someone burst into tears.
Some people give them suffering, some people give them false hope, but there are also people who reach out and help them in despair.
There was no other price, he just came inexplicably and asked them to send him back.
"Don't cry anymore."
Oldster wiped the fruit carefully, didn't eat it, and put it in his arms.
Healed by the holy light magic, Oldster's condition was actually better than that of others.
He spoke carefully in a warning.
"Hurry up and continue. We need to complete the Excellency's request more quickly. This is the only thing we can do, and we apologize for the interruption."
An Feng was flying in the air, feeling the bright sunlight in the sky.
I feel like this world is simply crazy.
How can we survive this kind of disaster?
Is the world really moving forward?
And this is just a drought. He can't even imagine what other disasters would be like.
In mid-air, where no one could see, the little angel puffed out his cheeks, raised his hands, and fanned himself childishly.
Well, he should be able to act like a devil.
It’s so hot. When will you go home?
Dad, he's going to melt in the sun.
An Feng looked down.
Then the little angel saw the village.
Two houses in this village were hit by the falling fireball, but there seemed to be no casualties. The house was empty and the person inside should still be in the small dark room - oh, now it's time to find a way to send him back to the house under the open air summons.
But something wasn't right at the moment.
A carriage pulled by a unicorn stopped at the entrance of the village.
A man with a pointed hat and a blue badge stood before Brad.
An Feng could see his arrogant expression.
He raised his foot and kicked Brad down.
At the same time, a malicious voice came—
"You're still alive? Tell me, what did you hide? A magic gem? A protective treasure? No wonder you don't want to go to the neighboring master's territory. Are you planning to take the treasure that doesn't belong to you?"
"No, I didn't—"
Although Brad is strong and powerful, he is just an ordinary human without magic.
If you meet a magician, you will only be bullied.
He said this through gritted teeth.
"Really not—if we had something like that, how could we not present it to the lord next to us? Brad is right, respected magician."
The villagers nearby spoke cautiously.
"You still dare to talk back?"
The magician chuckled.
"Do you think I'm stupid? Didn't you see the natural circle above your heads being twisted and disintegrated by something? That kind of power, that kind of treasure level—"
The magician was trembling with excitement as he spoke.
"Hand it over, hand it over to me immediately!"
He waved his hand casually, and like an extremely merciful reward, a slender water dragon flew out from his palm, about to hit the villagers next to him.
Even in a disaster year, the power of a water magician was greatly reduced, but this kind of force could still knock people far away.
Brad gritted his teeth in anger, stood up quickly and stood in front of the thin villager.
The water dragon pounced on him, causing him to stagger and feel a slight dull pain.
Seeing the magician's face darken again, the villagers behind Brad were frightened and hurriedly tried to pull Brad behind them, with resentment on their faces.
"What are you doing? Brad, what are you doing? This is the water source given by the Master Magician. Are you trying to snatch it from me?"
"I see."
The magician paused and laughed.
"Hand over the things quickly, and I will mercifully give you some more."
“That’s enough…”
Brad protected the people behind him.
"We don't have anything like that. Didn't you already search for it? Since you think we don't deserve to live and want to let us fend for ourselves, then stop pretending to be able to save us. Aren't you afraid that you will be judged for your evil deeds?!"
"Trial? I'm the great magician appointed by the king himself—who has the right to judge me?"
Under the sky, the golden bow of judgment was ringing softly.
Amid the men's strong resentment and complaints about such injustice, the voice of the war angel reached their ears.
Still a little immature, but calm and stable.
"You, want to judge him?"
"What price can you pay?"
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