Chapter 81 Chapter 81 The world consciousness accepts its fate, the great demon sage
What price can you pay?
Judge these people for their evil deeds.
Let the oppression and contempt of the past be punished.
Let the helpless and the suffering rest in peace.
Is this the temptation from the devil?
A temptation that makes people willingly fall into it even though they know it is dangerous.
"I'd pay—any price."
Brad heard himself speak softly.
He seemed to see that not long ago, he took over the village from the old village chief.
"Child, I leave this place to you. I know it's not good to tie you down in this position, but the natural disaster is approaching. We will surely be abandoned. Only those with ability can find a respite from this calamity. I snatched the village from the snowstorm back then, and I hope you can do the same this time. This is my final trust and hope for you as a senior..."
When drought struck and water became scarce, the old village chief quietly left with the older people in the village. Finally, they found the body during their search.
The drought at that time was not as severe as it is now, but the flow of the mother river was almost invisible, and only a little water could be dug out.
There were cries and doubts at that time, but soon everyone realized that it was just the beginning.
So the inheritance fell into his hands.
But he was willing.
He only hated himself for being special, but why couldn't he be even more special? Letting these rigid people in power tower over them, high and mighty, taking it for granted.
"What do you need—"
Everyone around heard the voice.
They couldn't find the source, so they were at a loss.
Especially the magician who had just finished speaking, he was so surprised and doubtful that he directly summoned his staff.
"Who's playing tricks over there? Are you trying to hide the treasure? I'm telling you, if you don't hand it over, the neighboring lord has a bad temper!"
"I can sacrifice my body, my life, and even my soul, just to know if this is what we deserve."
"I don't know."
An Feng's voice was calm.
The laws naturally have their own operating rules, but they can also be changed by the powerful within the rules.
The law of the jungle is one rule, while respecting the elderly and loving the young is another.
But these two rules complement and balance each other.
Just like what An Feng believes in, nothing is beautiful when it reaches the extreme.
To humans, he is just a little angel from the outside world and he cannot understand all this.
"The answer lies with you, with all of you."
An Feng drew his bow.
The wings spread out behind him.
The soft, snow-white little wings stretched and waved, and the brilliant power of light condensed at the fingertips, forming a dazzling arrow on the bowstring.
It was not yet noon, and even though the sun was scorching, there was something in the sky that was brighter than the sun.
Finally, they looked up.
The four-winged angel stood in the air.
Two words were uttered in a slightly childish voice.
"Trial."
The special ability of the Bow of Judgment.
He has to pay a certain price to judge based on the world, the population, and strong hopes and facts. He has to use facts and the development of the population to prove the fairness of his judgment. However, An Feng is willing to judge this group of humans when he looks at them.
"The price is—grasp the sword of your hope. Use your wishes, the wishes of your people, to change everything. Chaos is what should exist in this world, but someone must calm it, stabilize it, and carry out my judgment. Human, your name."
An Feng asked softly.
Hold the sword of your hope, and use your wishes, the wishes of your people, to change all this——
To calm, to stabilize, to practice.
This is the so-called price?
The price...of exchanging with the devil?
"…Brad."
Brad opened his eyes wide, but he didn't look away even though they were stung by the burning light.
After the magician actually saw the little angel standing in the air, he was completely stunned.
What is that——?
Angel?
No, how can an angel have four wings?
And how could angels interfere in the affairs of the human world?
But, but——this magical power of holy light absolutely cannot——
So this person could only be a real—"Angel...?"
The magician's voice was pierced by the arrow, and at that moment, he suddenly fell backward and fell heavily to the ground.
His eyeballs rolled up, revealing the whites of his eyes, and his face was ferocious. In an instant, the pain he had inflicted on innocent people in the past was conveyed through this trial.
Extreme evil may cause certain damage and problems to the human brain.
An Feng held the Bow of Judgment and looked down at all this. In the power of the sacred light, the young cub looked kind and compassionate.
Behind the wings is the flickering light of the sky.
Like the world consciousness cheering joyfully—
His great sages selected warriors from the human race.
A weight was added to the other side of the scale, which had already tilted to the point of no return.
"Brad, the price is—to find your own 'sword' and become its wielder. Magic isn't the only way to break through the ordinary."
This scene is like what is in many legends.
In the midst of suffering, 'God' chose someone who would change everything.
"This one is——"
"Is it 'God'?!"
"Or is it an angel? Those wings look very much like the description of an angel—"
An Feng was descending rapidly.
He turned his head upon hearing this.
"No, it's a demon."
The little angel was serious.
Then he quickly returned to the outcropping summoning site.
The little face was slightly puffed up - hurry up, the angel is so hot, his wings are almost on fire from flying just now.
Especially the feathers behind you, don’t you know how warm feathers are?
The little angel shook the wings behind him and folded up the extra wings that appeared when he used the power of the Bow of Judgment.
Like a little bird that is too hot to bear, it opens its wings to try to dissipate the heat.
He landed on the barrel and looked over.
"Not well yet?"
"Almost there! It should be soon!"
A group of people continued to work in a panic.
In the gap, I couldn't help but look at the little angel's face.
Of course they heard the sound.
Is this a demon?
Is this really a demon?
Everyone thought so in their hearts.
But after all, this gentleman said that he was a devil - that's right, then this gentleman is a devil.
There's no escape!
"But--"
Finally someone asked.
"Sir Demon, apart from magic, what else can break through the ordinary?"
What should they do?
Magic is monopolized by the upper class, and any child with magical talent is adopted by the upper class at an early age.
Those who are strong and healthy are also recruited into the army and other places with high salaries.
They have always been weak and are used to accepting what is given to them.
Magic is indeed mainstream.
An Feng looked over.
"Don't you have a lot of books?"
Just like this demon summoning circle.
It's so terrible.
How on earth was he summoned from the demon world?
"...In fact, knowledge is also monopolized by the upper class, so we don't know much."
"It's not just magic."
The little angel had experienced this in the original world and had also learned from Teacher Garlan that some demons had no magical talent, but some demons were very strong in other aspects, like the commander of the Seventh Legion of the Crimson Hell. He relied on an indomitable sword that could cut through everything.
“If you master what you are good at, and learn it to the extreme, you will naturally feel the breakthrough.”
The small wings behind An Feng shook again, and the halo slid up and down due to the heat, trying to cool down the little angel's head.
"That guy named Brad already has that feeling. His physique is different from yours."
At this moment, Oldster had already tremblingly drawn the magic circle.
All humans looked at the magic circle, and then at the little cub.
An Feng poked his head over.
"Done?"
The little angel couldn't wait to fly into the magic circle, like a little white bird waiting to return home.
Then he stood blankly on the magic circle and looked down at his feet.
Little Angel:?
An Feng looked up with a dazed look on his face.
“Is it a mistake?”
Can you guys do it?
Humanity hung its head in shame.
"We'll change it right away. It took us several months to summon you..."
An Feng:......
Several months???
Let’s not talk about whether he will become a roasted bird here.
For example, if he didn't go home for a few months, would his father get so anxious that he would rush to heaven to ask for him back?
After all, who would have thought that he was summoned by humans?
Another huge explosion just happened in Heaven.
The prophet Wright felt a hearty explosion before he could even make a prediction.
The world consciousness was almost in tears, ecstatic, and shouting "Long live the great sage". It was finally saved, and those fools were not reliable at all.
Then it took the time to glance at the demon world.
Well, the Crimson Hell is about to reach the raging Demon King's Castle...
Wants to use the Crown of Rage to blow up the seal.
Um? ? ?
What?
Where to hit?
Where to blow up?!
Aaaaaaaahh ...
It just escaped for a while, how did you make such a big deal out of it?!
Quick! Send his great sage back! !
Send his Great Demon Sage back now!!
The world consciousness, which has completely accepted reality and even feels that reality has become wonderful, is trying hard to throw away the stupid humans who were summoned correctly.
Everyone only saw that part of the dim magic circle suddenly disappeared, and the other lines were twisted together little by little and connected into place. The summoning circle next to it also dimmed instantly, and several lines were destroyed.
At the moment of final connection.
The magic circle lit up instantly.
An Feng felt a familiar power.
Although the little angel didn't understand what was going on, he was going home after all.
At the same time, Brad stumbled in.
Breathing heavily.
Staring at An Feng in the magic circle.
"teacher!"
The little angel was stunned and turned to look at him.
teacher?
This is a respectful title for the little angel, and it also represents a certain responsibility.
It's not a random shout.
"But there are still many things I don't understand," Brad asked cautiously, "Can I ask you something else?"
ah--
An Feng thought about it carefully.
At the end of disappearing, he nodded.
"In a few days."
The little angel couldn't help but meddle in other people's business.
Especially when he calls me teacher!
"I'll ask for you too."
Ask the great demons how to use and practice the power of removing magic.
The little angel disappeared in the magic circle.
Brad let out a long breath.
He clenched his fists.
"Uncle Ster—we have to protect this place!"
"Yes, you are right, child, for the sake of the merciful Devil Lord."
An Feng felt the coolness again.
When I opened my eyes again, the sun was about to set above my head.
The light dimmed.
It's very quiet around.
It was a little too quiet.
This is still the training ground, where he left, nothing has changed.
but--
An Feng looked around.
Um?
Where is his father?
What about Sukes?
And what about Uncle Molu?
How come one or two of them are gone?
The little angel was a little confused.
He knocked on the earring beside his ear - after the previous red earring was broken, Frog replaced it with a new one for the little angel.
But An Feng didn't get a response.
It seems like the distance is too far.
Too far away?
Has Dad returned to the front?
How long has it been?
The little angel has not yet realized that his father might be thinking about stealing the Demon King's crown and then blowing up the seal.
He turned his head to look at his wings, which were even more frizzy, and then pinched his slightly curly platinum hair. He first struggled to smooth out the feathers, but couldn't smooth out a single one...
Finally, it walked out with its lower wings drooping.
The Demon King's Palace was also very quiet.
The faint sounds of the Guards training that could usually be heard were gone.
An Feng tilted his head in confusion.
Until I saw a figure hurrying in the distance.
An Feng's eyes lit up.
When I pinched myself to go out, my hair suddenly became curly and I looked particularly reserved and serious.
"Maid sister!"
Yes, the demon maid returned from the front line and is now taking on a new mission. She is preparing to use the Scarlet Demon King Castle as a transit point and will head there after a short rest.
The demon sister in maid outfit was stunned and turned to look at the entrance of the training ground.
The demon maid has watched precious videos collected by other demons.
I have seen their Majesty lift the little prince onto his shoulders.
Announced that this is the next demon king of their Scarlet Hell.
The disappearance of the little prince has been identified as a level one combat situation by the Scarlet Hell.
At this moment, almost all the big demons in the Demon King's Palace are out.
The maid hadn't seen the little angel for a long time.
I don’t care about the arrogance I showed when I left.
She was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly rushed over.
He squatted down and took a closer look at the little angel.
The crimson eyes met the azure eyes.
"Maid sister, where is Dad? And where is the teacher? Where is Uncle Molu? I can't contact them. I don't have my remote communication stone with me."
The little angel's body and the space were filled with snacks and toys stuffed by the demons.
Plus, Frog had just returned, and there was no time to arrange more things—
But he wasn't done yet.
The little angel was stunned.
Because the maid in front of him had already reached out and hugged him.
"Very good."
She spoke.
"I will contact His Majesty right now—"
An Feng's little wings flapped behind him.
"Where's Daddy?"
How come the earrings suddenly lost their communication range?
How far do you have to run?
Did he run out to find him?
But he was obviously summoned away, where would we find him if he ran away?
Shouldn't the best thing to do be to wait for him to teleport back?
"I wonder if he has fought against His Majesty the Furious."
The demon maid suppressed her previous emotions and became professional again.
She cleared her throat.
"It's probably too late to use the Crown of Rage to blast the seal. His Majesty the Lazy's royal city is right on the marching route, so he'll have to put up a symbolic struggle."
"oh."
An Feng nodded subconsciously.
Then the little angel looked up in confusion.
"ah?"
What?
Is that what he understood?
World Consciousness: Ahhhhhhhh, hurry!! I've sent back all its great sages!!! Help!!!
World consciousness: This world has begun to go crazy, completely crazy!!
World Consciousness: You tsunderes, stop loving me so much!!! It’s too scary!!
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