"What the hell, Kelly, why are you suddenly dressed like this?"

When Celia fell asleep completely, the Demon King finally couldn't help but ask.

You know, Kelly has been showing a very positive "offensive posture" since she came to the City of Redemption with her entire city three days ago.

It's not just that he sticks to the demon king every day and can't be inseparable, but today he suddenly changed into a dress exactly like Celia when he was coaxing Celia to sleep, and climbed onto the sofa without saying a word to occupy the position on his other leg.

Celia was about to fall asleep just now, and the demon king didn't want to make some cruel refusals to this poor suitor, although it was just a former suitor of his own body, so he simply pretended to ignore it first, silently waiting for his sister to fall asleep, and then asked this clever and somewhat persistent little girl what he wanted to do.

"Hmm-"

Squinting, Kelly Freya at this time looks like a Persian cat who has been forcibly pulled up from the warm sofa, lazy and with a hint of anger, or resentment?

Communication can't be, it seems like this, because Kelly has started to pretend to be asleep, which is really helpless. The demon king had no choice but to simply accept his fate, and reluctantly leaned back slightly, and smiled at Jack who was sitting opposite, embarrassed and full of warmth.

"Speaking of which, Max, you're still really popular."

Jack fiddles with his new prosthetic leg, and the Brotherhood has helped him craft the Dimensionstone Power Claw, which is a steel claw made of steel, with a miniature rapid-fire machine gun and a high-pressure steam flamethrower with a range of about ten meters.

This new gadget completely highlights the obsessive pursuit of weapon system mounts by the Brotherhood of Bitter Springs, which is almost paranoid to the point of paranoia.

At this time, Jack is already full of confidence, whether it is a better and better living environment, and a happier and happier life. Including his current training on his power claws, he had discovered that this seemingly inconspicuous thing would definitely be more powerful than any weapon of the immortal old Joe.

INTERVIEWER Someday, I may be able to protect the things I value.

It is this obsession that supports this old man, who is already dying, to volunteer to continue to take on the task of leading and leading the army, and decides to charge at the highest front.

Nagash gave up the fight and began to single-mindedly manipulate the necro throughout the city to help people build the infrastructure.

He couldn't imagine that he, a powerful necromancer who had hated the world, would one day ask him to build a warehouse to store berries and potatoes, and that he would actually do it.

Father Anderson stood up, stepped out the door, prepared to return to church, and looked at his helplessness with pity (how did he see the helplessness in the skull's face and we didn't pursue it). Nagash, but there seems to be a hint of schadenfreude. In any case, this kind of emotion is really a rare emotion like an endangered species in a priest who has always been angry or bitter and bitter. At the very least, at least the nuns around him didn't think it was a bad thing.

"Rare quiet—isn't it?"

Since that day, the war and blood stained the dilapidated and narrow streets of the slums, and it is only today that the Demon King has finally returned to the peace and tranquility he prefers, or until not so long ago.

For Liu Xinming, it is like heaven now, there is no tired and deadly work, there is no demonic fate, the only thing he misses is the sister lying in the hospital, but his previous work and his mother's inheritance have prepaid the whole life insurance, he is not worried about the pitiful, what grievances his only relative is now.

Silently stroking Celia's long golden silky hair, as if caressing his sister who used to be able to laugh and talk, the Demon King's eyes slowly closed, and he felt a sense of pleasure and peace of mind that had been healed in the depths of his soul.

He is very strong, he was once, he is now, and he is always willing to bear everything by himself, face everything, and use his body to protect everything he cares about.

But as a humble wandering soul that was once attached to the body of a fragile carbon-based creature, he would also be afraid, vulnerable, and like that, greedily ingesting safety, happiness, and warmth.

That's why human beings are human, maybe that's what makes them human.

The atmosphere was so peaceful that people misunderstood that it would all go on like this, forever...

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Rhodoc Kingdom, on the ruins outpost, the silver scimitar sentry post.

The Silver Scimitar usually has only a few hundred troops, and is the first frontline position responsible for preventing a sudden invasion by the large army of ruins.

This outpost was actually really embarrassing, because he was too close to the City of Redemption, the original Immortal City, and far from any other cities in his kingdom.

The nearest Rhodok city, Paraven, was a hundred and twenty miles away, and the outpost was only fifty-three miles from the ruins.

In other words, in fact, this sentry post is a "living minefield".

In any case, as long as the number of people attacking the ruins exceeded 1,000 and the attack was fierce, the kingdom of Rhodok would definitely know.

After all, whether it is receiving the news or the outpost is destroyed and cannot be contacted, the Rhodok Kingdom only needs to immediately strengthen the city defenses to resist the attack, and this outpost cannot escape in any case.

So it almost became a place of exile, and with the exception of the mage garrison Captain Rick, the notorious reckless men of the legion and the "waste" who always failed to complete their tasks, formed the poor and hilarious outpost that the victim had prescribed.

"Ahh

After a good nap, Rick came out of his mage tower and subconsciously looked in the direction of the Immortal City, as before, there was nothing.

"Boring."

Rick is a trainee seven-ring mage, and because he mistakenly insulted the young daughter of a broken nobleman, he was regarded as the target of public criticism, which is equivalent to hiding here. He had already bribed the mayor of Paravon to replace him with a safer and more oily internal checkpoint in just three years.

As long as he survives the last three months safely, Lectra will no longer have any scruples, and there will be no danger in the future.

So at this time, this despicable and sinister man was still looking at the direction of the ruins in the distance, although the purpose was to use the teleportation to escape as soon as there was any trouble...

Looking down, a large group of guards were still asleep, just like usual, but it was strange that none of them were awake today.

"These slackers..."

As if forgetting that he had just woken up, he rubbed his eyes and looked in the other direction.

"I'm ———— going!"