Looking blankly at the huge steel plate that slammed on the ground, and then at his unresponsive hands, the demon king fell into a complicated emotion. First of all, it is a kind of secret happiness, this time, despite experiencing so many messy things, at least I have this hand, and I will not fall to the bottom of society like in the previous life.

It's more of fear, which comes from the eyes of the scavengers around him looking at him, in Liu Xinming's opinion, those cloudy eyes are full of desire, in his hometown, he wants to be sliced, and he knows very well that in the immortal city of another world, it is very likely to be betrayed to the greedy war leader "Immortal Old Joe".

While he was struggling, struggling, thinking about some miscellaneous things, the sudden laughter of the crowd broke the deadlock.

The little girl Celia suddenly pounced on the tall body of the demon king, using her neck as a climbing frame, laughing and shouting

"You're amazing! I like you, Max! ”

The scavengers gathered around the Demon King and Old Jack in twos and threes and hugged them one by one, congratulating the elderly Jack and the young Celia, the two most worrying but kindest scavengers in the slums, finally receiving the gift of God, and a young man like Hercules joining their family.

In the evening, when the Jack family stacked the collected metal in front of the rotten tooth strong man in the bullet farm, the face painted with silver paint was almost unimaginably terrifying, the Jack family, who had been working the worst, turned out to be the best harvested in the entire ancient battlefield after joining the new members today, and the best quality steel plates were piled on the iron table by the big man named Max, and the weight almost collapsed the table.

When he returned in the evening, Jack bought a few sausages from the grocery store owned by the traveling merchant, which were only inferior goods without even packaging, but this was the second time in three years that the old man had eaten them, as a thank you to God and to the young man. At the insistence of the Demon King, he also bought a packet of faded cheap fruit candy for little Celia.

In the evening, the old man drank a lot of wine and shed a lot of tears, but he always had a heartfelt smile on his face, and the little girl jumped happily in the dilapidated yard because of the candy, and had to jump on the neck of the demon king and kiss him gently on the cheek before going to bed. Looking at them, feeling the temperature on one side of their faces. Liu Xinming, the young soul who also gave up on himself and decided to live only for himself for the rest of his life, suddenly decided to keep this simple happiness this time, he no longer allowed his cowardice and shirk, he had lost so many smiling faces that used to bloom on himself, but these two faces stained with oil and dust, laughing made him think of his family. Those who he had lost forever...

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"Tell me what else you can do? Yes!? ”

The angry roar of the Vampire True Ancestor shook the entire underground fortress.

At this time, between the thrones, all the high-ranking members of the Demon King Army gathered together, and it could only be because of one purpose - the Demon King was lost.

The huge skeleton sat on the steps under the throne with his head in his six hands, although he couldn't read his expression because it was a skeleton, but the deep buried head also showed his remorse now.

Looking at his uncooperative virtue, he has always admired the vampire who must answer questions and admit mistakes, and Roland will not fight anywhere.

"Raven, tell me, how did you lose your majesty when you were patrolling the throne room? Are you playing cards with your stitchers again?! ”

"No.. Your Majesty himself watched me for a long time, and then went directly to the upper floor, you can ask Emily about this? ”

The voice between the skull's arms was full of grievances, and combined with the hoarse and evil voice, there was an indescribable sense of comical.

Lorraine turned her gaze to the little lich who was holding his staff and weeping loudly, only to cry louder before he could speak.

"I... (sniffling) I'm asleep, it's Brother Ziggy who said I'm special and can rest when I'm fine, wow——! ”

Sighing and grinning at the skeleton fiercely, Roland still shifted his focus to the person most responsible for this incident - the chaos dwarf master Sogrim who was dragging a goblin dressed as a mechanic and beating him wildly.

"So, now are you sure that the Demon King stepped on this mentally retarded trap by mistake and was teleported?"

Throwing aside the goblin, who had been beaten to the point of star-ridden, the strong dwarf slowly approached Roland, his thick beard fluttering from the heavy wheezing of anger

"To be precise, it was this retarded who painted a trap teleporter in the color of a class teleporter, and there was an accident before, and we didn't dare to get too close to the whole trap, I don't know which naughty green guy cut it" said and stretched out his short fingers and pointed to a certain tech goblin shrunk into a ball on the ground, "I suspect he did it himself!" ”

The ghoublin's shrill voice interrupted the dwarf's rumbling narration, "I didn't do it! Old dwarf, you framed people! Ahh

The goblin who had been kicked again fainted for a short time, and Roland looked at all this calmly, touched the well-maintained silver-white short beard, and slowly put forward his opinion.

"My soul tracking has failed, and the tracking mark I left on the Demon King's body seems to have been torn apart by the chaotic time and space, and now appears in dozens of different subordinate worlds and unknown worlds at the same time, and the ghost knows where he was teleported."

"I don't know!" The skeleton that was still pretending to be dead just now suddenly took over, and it seemed that it was quite self-aware of the image of "ghost", and when it saw that a few people did not react, they continued to express their opinions

"We all know the strength of His Royal Highness the Prince, the normal low demon world cannot be said to be conquered, but it can also protect itself, as long as we find it as quickly as possible."

"Hmm," said Sir Raven for the first time, and Roland motioned for him to continue.

Sir Raven pointed to the dwarven craftsman who was still sulking beside him, "Shorty, don't you have that mechanical tracker—hmm!" ”

A wrench smashed into the skeleton's massive skull, and soul flames flickered, but it wasn't enough to hold Raven back to his next words.

"I'm tired of digging a few deaf emperor brocades (you can find a few goblins)—"

As a swing finally pulled out the wrench, Raven's voice returned to normal

"Let them take one with them, and throw them into the plane where all soul imprints exist, and if you find them, send a reply, and we can just go over."

Silence –

Silence –

"Don't do that, I think that's a good idea, huh?" The skeleton felt as if it had been subjected to cold violence, wailing in pain.

The vampire's eyes were piercing, staring at Sir Raven's revealing face.

After a while, I took a breath. That's when he spoke

"We thought you had been corrupted by demons. This is the first idea you've ever had to do but rush in and kill them all. ”

Ignoring the skull's changing expression, Roland turned to the dwarf to the side, and by this time he was about to walk out of the throne with the goblin in tow, and the wrench that had just been recovered from Sir Raven's face waved behind him

"Leave it to me, I'll come to you directly if there is news."

As the door slowly closed, only three old friends remained between the entire throne.

Sir Raven stood up silently, and his six arms gently flattered the "paladin" Roland, who was clubbed in place, and whispered in a masculine voice that did not have the eerie sense of the skeleton just now

"His Royal Highness the Prince will be fine, after all, he has always been the one who can last until the end"

The door closed, and Raven left with Emily, and in front of Roland, who had his head bowed, some liquid, like raindrops, fell on the cold floor between the thrones.