Broken Corner!

There was silence all around.

Cutting off the horns is a lifelong shame for the demons.

"Slave, you're crazy!! A dog with a forbidden lock actually dares to ...... Dare to cut off the corner of the demon leader!! ”

Watie struggled like a frenzy, and the two sergeants behind him couldn't hold him down, "Your knife—your knife!" ”

Knife!

As soon as he shouted, the terrified eyes of all the demons fell on the bronze scimitar held in Lanmuel's hand.

The horns are as hard as stone and iron, and Ranmuir has no power to restrain the chicken, how can he cut off the horns of the tile iron by his own strength?

"That's the Demon King's saber!" A prisoner of war shouted.

Unlike the tribal leaders, the Demon King Dusk Shine does not like luxurious minerals such as refined silver, dark iron, and honey gold, and has little interest in gemstones rich in magical powers.

He used his demonic breath to refine his weapons, refining all copper and iron over and over again, until the bronze scimitar could also cut off the divine sword made of honey gold, or the horns of the great demon.

But how could this knife fall into the hands of humans?

In the abyss where the bloodline hierarchy is strict, all demons and bad demons touch the weapons of the great demons without authorization, and there is only one dead word.

What's more, Lan Muir is just a human slave, how dare he use the love knife tempered by the demon king himself to cut off the horns of the big demon!

But why is there no warden in the main tent to stop it?

Why did even the generals under the command of Faint Shine turn a blind eye to this?

The prisoners of war, who had belonged to the old Watie Division, raised their faces and looked at each other in disbelief. They seem to realize something, but they can't believe it.

"Wow, wow, the slave dares to touch his master's saber!"

Only Watie, who had fallen into madness, didn't know it, and he grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth, "Look, when the demon king comes back, he will bite off your neck and call ten wild dogs to. Rotten your corpse ......"

Lanmuir was silent, and suddenly reached out and dragged the red-haired female demon beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you use the bite?" I didn't know that my king had a habit of biting. ”

"And why," he frowned, gesturing, "ten wild dogs,. Rotten ......"

"Lord Lanmuir!" The corners of Modo's eyes twitched, and he interrupted, "At this time, you don't have to be humble and ask, it's just swearing at you!" ”

Lanmuir shook his head, "Oh, I thought it was some tribal custom. ”

As he spoke, he neatly retracted the knife and returned it to its sheath, and the corners of his white sleeves raised in an arc.

Lanmuir's gaze no longer rested on Wattet, and instead walked towards the kneeling captives behind him. Two demon sergeants guarded him, and Modo followed.

"Swear allegiance to my king." "I forgive your lives," said Lanmuir. ”

As far as the eye can see, almost all of these demons are inferior demons, ragged and skinny. They were not warriors of the tribe, so they were not chained, but bound only with hemp ropes.

An old demon whose skin was wrinkled like the bark of an ancient tree raised his head tremblingly, and his voice was sad: "The loyalty of my blood, my life, and my soul belong to my leader. ”

Lanmuir was noncommittal and looked behind him: "The same is true of your daughter and grandson?" ”

The old demon moved in horror, blocking a young female demon holding a baby in her arms.

Lanmuir walked over, and gently lifted the swaddling clothes in her arms in the panicked look of the female demon.

The little devil who was a few months old was sleeping there drooling.

"He's so young," said Ranmuir, lowering his eyes, and whispering, "but how pretty." Twelve years later, he'll be a handsome young man. He will ride a wildebeest in the court of our king, or wield a whip that drives away the sheep...... But he's still so young. ”

The old demon knelt there in a daze, as if his soul had been drained by witchcraft. Suddenly, he craned his neck and began to cry, and the young demon behind him began to cry as well. But she was silent, biting her lip, tears streaming down her arms.

Lanmuir waited quietly. The old demon wept and wept for a moment, then cut his tail with his trembling sharp claws, he wiped the blood on his forehead, and kowtowed heavily: "My king is faint, the ...... of my blood, life and soul are located"

Watie began to curse, but was quickly drowned out by more voices swearing allegiance. These demons know who the real Lord of the Abyss is, and they also know that submitting to the king is the only way to survive.

Suddenly, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the tent, and all the demons raised their heads one after another. A line of dust approached quickly, and fluttering flags could be faintly seen.

Modo exclaimed, "It's the hooves of a wildebeest!" The return of my king's army? ”

Lanmuir's expression also changed slightly: "...... Yesterday's letter said that there are still three days to return home, and it is a lie. ”

In an instant, the team rushed to the tent like a gale. With a sharp whistle, it stopped again.

In front of him were hundreds of wildebeests with dark red bodies, covered in iron armor, with sharp horns on their foreheads and hooves burning with flames. On the back of each wildebeest was a demon warrior armed with a spear.

The tallest wildebeest drove in, and in the blink of an eye it came to a halt a few paces from Ranmuir.

With a sonorous sound, the iron armor on the wildebeest collided, and a pair of scaly feet stepped on the ground.

The demons around the tent knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "My king! ”

The kneeling captives raised their eyes in horror.

The demon king who returned from the battle also held a spear in his hand, did not wear heavy armor, and only hastily buckled a hideous helmet to block his face.

He Chi. Walking bare-chested, with glittering scales, long black flame-like hair wildly braided to the spine, and a huge lizard-like tail behind him, reminiscent of dragons who had been submerged in the quicksands of history.

However, the most shocking thing is the top of his head-

It was a pair of broken disc corners.

The black-scaled horn on the left side is beautifully curved, long and thick, coiling forward almost once like a python, and then erect.

In the abyss, the horns of the demon clan symbolize the dignity of the bloodline. For example, the leader Zhenzan, who has always been proud of her horns, is only as long as a palm. And the Demon King's horn is almost twice as long as Zhenzan's.

However, this is again limited to the left corner.

Because the right corner of the demon king is broken.

Only about the height of a knuckle remains.

Even the bad devil doesn't have such a short corner. When the Demon King walks slowly, the ugly fractured surface will be clearly exposed to the eyes of all the people, symbolizing that he is a loser with a broken horn.

…… It is said that the right corner of the Demon King's faint was cut off by humans at a time when he was still a teenager.

It is said that it was a honey-gold feather arrow, engraved with the most sacred light charm, that came from far away from the end of the heavens, and an arrow broke his horns.

It is even said that the one who pulled the longbow was the same young son of God at that time, the future human saint -

Ranmuir Brett.

……

The north wind blew the tents with the sound of hunting. The Demon King Faint casually threw down the spear in his hand and walked in front of Lanmuir.

Lan Muir was stunned for half a beat, and when he came back to his senses, he found that all the demons were kneeling and saluting, and he hurriedly bowed his head slightly: "My king." ”

"The slave does not know the return of his master, and he is not welcome," he said in a humble tone, "and ask my king to forgive him." ”

Many of the captives who had just sworn allegiance in front of Ranmuir showed a panicked look on their faces—

What a slave this human being!

How can a mere slave, as humble as a stone and a handful of dust, honor the boastful Haikou and save their lives in front of the demon king?

A deep voice came from above everyone's heads: "Knife." ”

Lan Muir glanced at the bronze scimitar in his arms, and was about to hand it out, but was caught by the dim palm.

The Demon King slowly took off his helmet and threw it on the ground, revealing his sharply lined face. In the depths of those scarlet eyes, there seemed to be a flow of magma waiting to erupt.

"You moved my knife." Dim Faint narrowed his eyes, "Who are you trying to kill?" ”

Not far away, Watie began to laugh while coughing up blood, shaking his head and saying, "Faint...... Look at what you've raised your own human slaves......"

Whoop -

The next moment, the string of beast teeth and bone ornaments on Lanmuir's chest was clenched. Almost without resistance, he was dragged by the Demon King, slamming into the latter's bloody chest.

"Didn't kill it." Lanmuir whispered, "It's just ......"

"Just used it to cut off the horns of the Great Demon?"

Dummy Yao pressed Lanmuir's neck, his right hand with hard black scaly claws tightened hard, and his eyes became darker, "Lanmuir, you surprised me again......"

"Who gave you the power to interrogate demon captives without authorization, decide the fate of the rebellious clans, and even cut off the leader's horns, huh?"

“……”

Lanmuir was a little out of breath, and he frowned and endured.

"Speak."

Dim Flare put her arms around him, looking down at the human in her arms.

The Demon King dragged out his gloomy tone, and urged slowly: "Say-words." ”

The huge tail wagged and finally wrapped itself around the human ankle, and the hard scales erected dangerously, cutting through the delicate skin with a single exertion.

Lanmuir lowered his eyes, knowing that the tiny tingling was a sign of urging.

Twilight's patience has always been poor, and he has been blessed with great tolerance, but there is also a limit to this tolerance.

Ranmuel didn't want to wait for such a childish question, but it didn't do him any good to provoke the Demon King, so he had to say, "...... It's you. ”

After he said these two words, he couldn't help but sigh, and added: "It is the honorable king, the supreme master, who gives the power to slaves." ”

The demons knelt there and didn't dare to raise their heads, their faces were pale, and cold sweat was dripping down.

Only Modo, with a pout, rolled his eyes with a "I knew it would be like this".

Faint looked up in satisfaction and laughed, and he pointed to the stunned Watie, as happy as a naughty boy who had succeeded in his prank.

It's so childish, so boring, isn't that interesting? Lanmuir closed his eyes helplessly, trying to break free from the demon king's arms.

"My king has come back much sooner than expected," he whispered, "and I would have liked to settle everything and give the ...... the results."

But the dazzling eyes were fast, and the scales and tails were curled, and the thin human was forced to fall into the arms of the demon king again, and the latter violently ruffled the long silver-gray hair.

"What, blame me for coming back early, you are annoyed to see me?"

“…… No. ”

"What's that?"

"I'm afraid that my king will come back and kill the prisoners."

Dusk Yao raised his eyes and looked at the demon clan who was tied up with hemp rope: "Want the lives of these traitors?" ”

Lanmuir nodded lightly: "Yes." ”

Dusk grinned and showed sharp canine teeth: "Don't give it." ”

“…………”

Looking at the Demon King's troops again, everyone looked at their noses and noses, and they were obviously used to the scene in front of them.

Only the leader, Wa Tie, was so alive that his face was red.

He was like a chicken that was picked up by the neck, his Adam's apple was rolling, and he wanted to scold but couldn't, "Faint!!" You...... You...... You! ”

- You became a demon king, and you made it like this!?

- No, wait, you're still wagging your tail! You wag your tail at a human slave!?

Lanmuir remained silent, put his hand on the demon king's chest, and hinted: "It's late at night, the matter of the captives...... Why don't you wait until tonight is over, and then talk about it tomorrow? ”

The corner of his eyes jumped, and he subconsciously pinched the back of Lanmuir's neck, feeling like he had caught a snow-white rabbit.

Thinking to himself, the palm that pinched the human skin itched and his chest burned. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse: "Well, you can." ”

Of course, the Demon King knows what to expect tonight. It was not the first time that Ranmuir had resorted to such a trick, and when the night was late, the human wrapped his soft arms around him and gently coquettished him...... Gee.

He knew, but he just ate this set, and Ranmuir had his own measure, so he reached some tacit understanding.

Well, that's good, too.

Thinking like this, Faint Flare took the bronze scimitar, which symbolized the authority of the Demon King, from the slave's hand, and said:

"The people of the Watie tribe can decide their fate tomorrow morning. But the culprit of the rebellion must pay tonight. ”

In front of everyone's eyes, the demon king threw the scimitar brute force.

The sharp weapon flew out of a distance of dozens of zhang in an instant, and with a snort, it was accurately inserted into Watie's throat.

Boom, the former leader fell on his back.

Pools of blood spread slowly.

A low roar surged from behind, and the warriors under the command of the Demon King raised their spears high and smashed them down, and a wild roar came out of their throats!

Lanmuir smiled helplessly. Suddenly, his feet loosened, and he picked him up with one hand.

The demon king held him in his arms as if no one was around, and raised his other arm: "Just tonight, the remnants of Watie have been leveled. Let our wildebeest unarmour and the warriors return to camp! This group of captives pressed the back tent to count the number of people, and gave them miscellaneous food and water. ”

The roar of the demon clan was even bigger, like thunder rumbling.

"My king!" They shouted, "My king! ”

"It's up to you, what are you going to use to make my heart soft," Dusk said with a chuckle, "Lanmuir? ”

Then the Demon King easily embraced his slave, as if he were about to begin to enjoy his booty, and strode happily into the main tent.