When the Demon King woke up, Liu Xinming, who had just regained control of this body, was startled, and a small thing beside him was humming dissatisfiedly because of his sudden movement.

If you look closely, it turned out to be the "killed" Celia, at this time her face was ruddy, as if she had dreamed of something delicious, and a wisp of saliva flowed down the corner of her mouth to the demon king's sturdy forearm.

"Hey, hey, chicken legs, don't run~" It seems that he dreamed of chicken legs, and without waking up little Celia, the demon king slowly sat up.

Until he sat up, he still felt incredible, in his vague memory, he went berserk because Celia was killed, directly killed the immortal old Joe all the way, and listened to the monster grinding and chirping a bunch of demonic nonsense.

But now Liu Xinming is wondering if all this is just a nightmare like before, in fact, nothing happened from the beginning. It wasn't until he regained consciousness in his hand that he began to feel pain, an emotion he hadn't felt deeply since he came to this body.

The stinging right hand was opened, and the palm that could not be hurt by bullets was already pierced with blood, and the culprit lay quietly in the palm of his hand—a silver ring in the shape of a sword and wings among the ten rings, which pierced deep into the palm of his hand when it was clenched.

After thinking for a moment, the demon king put this strange ring that could cause damage to himself on his middle finger, put on the other rings one by one, and finally looked at the smiling blonde woman in the photo frame and was stunned, as if it was the soul imprint of another real demon king in his body remembering his former lover.

Shaking his head, as if he wanted to completely control his body, the demon king slowly put on the necklace that was too slender compared to his tall body.

The previous tooling has been completely scrapped.,A new set of casual clothes was placed next to it.,Although I don't know who put it.,But judging from the size.,It's definitely a person who is very familiar with the Demon King.。 The clothes fit, and strangely enough, they were new, almost as new except for the dress that had been thrown on the dirt floor of the slums before it all happened.

Full of questions, the Demon King pushed open the door of the car that was almost exactly the same as the RV in the metropolis in his previous life.

"Max is awake! Banzai! ”

"Savior!"

"God forbid, our Max is fine!"

The roar of the mountains and the tsunami of cheers came from the mouths of the people who densely surrounded the door, and the shock was so great that the demon king almost fell to the ground.

When he doubted, a familiar figure gave him the courage to face everything.

"Are you awake? What about Celia, is she still sleeping? ”

Old Jack, as he had been in the slums, walked unhurriedly from the front of the crowd and patted him lightly on the arm.

"Jack, what's going on, who is the savior?" Although relieved, our Demon King is still out of the situation, like a child who was suddenly picked up to answer questions when he was deserting, full of questions, but only dared to ask the familiar old Jack.

"Hahaha," Old Jack laughed out loud, "Camille said you burned your head, I haven't believed it, it seems to be true." ”

After a little correction, Jack began to explain seriously, "The savior is you, you don't have to hide it from us, we all know that you are a royal family who escaped from the Sigma Kingdom." It doesn't matter, it's nothing to the ruins. ”

"You are now the savior of all, that's the point, you killed Old Joe and his men"

"Destroyed the bullet farm that eats people and doesn't spit out bones" George, who has been standing on the sidelines, finally found an opportunity to speak.

"Send our children, husbands and fathers back to us."

"Liberate the undead city, and banish the haze of fear and tyranny from it."

"You have given us the opportunity to fight our enemies ourselves and fight for our own future." Father Anderson looked much better at this time, sitting lazily on the roof of the RV that had been scarred by himself, and earnestly greeted the young man directly below.

The priest's words seemed to resonate with everyone, and the crowd fell into a noise again, giving the demon king, who was already struggling to understand what people had just said, a headache.

"All right, everyone, please be quiet, our Savior has more important things to do!"

In the distance, a loud male voice seemed to have a kind of magic, and it actually penetrated the noisy crowd, so that everyone could hear it clearly.

Following the voice from the crowd was none other than the figure who played an important role in the recapture of the undead city, and one of the new leaders who has only recently suddenly appeared in people's eyes - "Coffin Knight" Camille.

In the whole day when the demon king was unconscious, Camille took over his work, busy like a spinning top, the whole bloated figure seemed to be tired and thin, until he heard the cheers of the crowd just now, he had just completed the collection of the remnants of Lao Qiao and the inventory of weapons and equipment, and there were still many things to be done, but now the most important thing for him was to brush up the "favorability" of Max, the new overlord of the immortal city, so he rushed all the way here regardless of fatigue.

Squeezing into the center of the crowd, Camille raised his hands and shouted loudly.

"Everyone, be quiet, please stay calm first!"

"Our Savior liberated this enslaved and oppressed city, and each of us is grateful to Him!"

With a small eye roll, Camille's rhetoric began to change somewhat.

"But! The current immortal city is a huge piece of fat for all forces, no matter which force it is, I believe you don't want to fall into their hands! ”

"Do you want to be the ration of a terrible berserker under the Bronze Throne?" Suddenly approaching a young man who was screaming hard, Camille asked unabashedly.

The young man was frightened by the name of the Bronze Throne, and Camille turned to an old man who seemed to have drunk a lot of wine and was screaming with the crowd.

"What about you, do you want to be the latest merchandise of the Brotherhood of Bitter Springs?"

Shaking his head like a rattle, the old man's wine seemed to be awake.

Satisfied with the effect he had made, and when the noise of the crowd had completely subsided, Camille continued his best at distorting and incitement.

"Well, since there is no objection from everyone! What we need to do now is clear to everyone! ”

"The Savior has more important things to do, and all we have to do is arm ourselves! The arsenal has weapons, so pick them all out and defend our own immortal city! ”

The crowd began to disperse, each looking for his place. In just a few minutes, all the leaders around the Immortal City were left in front of the entire RV.

Wiping the sweat beads on his face, inciting and persuading tens of thousands of people at one time is also a chore for Camille, peeking at Father Anderson who was staring at him, the fat wanderer nodded slowly, his eyes flashed with shrewdness that had never been shown before, and he took a few steps back to Old Jack's side.

"So, guys, let's get started."