The abyss is too dark and too cold.

Maybe he was wrong, Ranmuir thought. He shouldn't have measured a group of demons by human perceptions.

At this time, the surroundings had completely cooled down, and I couldn't see my fingers. Lanmuir vomited everything he could, and stood up on the trunk of the tree with his legs limp.

Perhaps it is precisely because of the hopelessly rotten nature that there will be wars and famines everywhere, and even the children of the tribe will not escape the fate of tragic death.

…… If not, how could the demons be sealed under the earth by God. So, go and kill the Demon King.

The huge impact made Lanmuir's thoughts and emotions a little confused. Only the task given to him by the elders still guided him like a lighthouse.

He couldn't sleep, so he hurried overnight.

But once you start paying attention to something, you can't go back.

Miko discovers that the abyss is full of hungry demons, most of whom are called inferior demons or mortal demons in books. They fell to the ground groaning. When he groaned, his desperate gaze was clearly indistinguishable from that of a human being.

He also found that the abyss vegetation was scarce, and there were demonic beasts wandering everywhere. The surface of the earth cracked, and sometimes strange flames burned upwards.

Such a harsh environment......

The heart of the Son of God was filled with mixed emotions. After killing the Demon King, these demons are not hopeless, such as children...... Is it possible to bring it back to the world?

In the absence of sunlight underground, Lanmuir could only judge the passage of time by the faint changes of light. And so the first day passed.

Fortunately, the area of the abyss is not very large, it is only equivalent to a large city in the human kingdom, and Lanmuir groped his way along the sense of the soul imprint. The next morning, we were very close.

The terrain in front of me has become uneven, and the rocks are stacked under the gray sky. The sparse plants are spiky and twisted and withered.

Ranmuir suddenly realized something was wrong: his soul imprint seemed to be moving. Could it be that the golden feather arrow fell into the hands of some demon?

Suddenly, an unknown bird-like beast screamed and flew up, and several rocks rolled down!

Ranmuir's expression sank, and he ducked back, leaning over and hiding in the shadows. I saw that on the boulder above his head just now, three demons wearing armor jumped down!

Immediately after that, there were five more. A total of eight ugly black-skinned demons fell with weapons in hand, their faces flashing with excited killing intent, as if they were chasing some prey.

Five of them rushed forward, and the other three demons sniffed and walked towards the shadows next to the stones.

br/> Soon, they grinned: "Ha, look what we found......" "A pretty little devil!" It is worth taking back and offering it to Lord Watie as a slave. "

…… In the shadows, Lanmuir stood up, his face indifferent and fearless.

The demon soldiers in front of him who wantonly swayed their malice finally fit his perception of "demons" again. I don't know why, but Miko breathed a sigh of relief.

He asked, "What are you hunting?"

In response, the scales and blades attacked. Lanmuir took a half-step back and drew his dagger.

Miko's sword was so fast that he used one inhalation time to kill one demon and another exhalation time to result in another. The corpse fell to the ground with a muffled sound, two sounds in succession: knock, knock-

Boom!

The third demon didn't die when it fell to the ground. Lanmuir slung his dagger across its neck.

"What are you hunting?"

"You...... You...... You're ......!!"

The demon clan's face was pale, and he stared at the beautiful little "bad demon" in front of him as if he was a ghost, and his eyes were bulging. Finally, its face contorted, and it screeched out: "Monster! You can't be a bad devil, what the hell is it!?"

Lanmuir squeezed the dagger down.

"What are you chasing?"

"Magic ...... Demon King!" The demons cried out in fear, "The Broken Horn Demon King has infiltrated the territory of Watie, and we are chasing the Broken Horn Demon King!"

Pursue....... What?

The demons are hunting down their king?

Lanmuir was stunned for a second, and the demon suddenly lifted him away, screaming and running wildly.

Shenzi's eyes were cold, and he stretched out his arms and made a gesture of drawing a bow in the void.

In an instant, the pitch-black flames coalesced into the form of bows and arrows between his hands. As soon as his right hand was released, the Black Flame Arrow swept a distance of dozens of meters and penetrated the chest of the fleeing demons.

The demon fell on his back, clutching the bloody hole in his chest and rolling to the ground. With a mixture of frightened, confused and incredulous eyes, it stared at the "bad demon" behind it.

The "Demon ......" blood gushed from its throat and blood gushed from the corners of its lips, "You're ...... Be...... Demons, kings......!"

After saying that, it choked out another mouthful of blood, twitched twice all over, and hit the back of its head on the ground, and died.

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/> Lanmuir frowned, although he didn't understand, but there was still a strange feeling of depression in his heart. Ever since entering the abyss, this eerie feeling has always been with me.

In the distance, there was a faint sound of shouting and killing.

Money!

The scale claws pierce deep into the rocks.

A pair of scarlet eyes narrowed, staring at the edge of the cliff far away. There was a gasp that almost broke in my ears, like the heartbeat of a drum, a sharp chirp, and a laugh below.

"Hahaha, the Demon King has no way out!!" Climb, you climb!" He's running out of energy, look, he's going to fall!"

Those scarlet eyes suddenly burst out with a fierce light. Dim Flare clenched his teeth violently, the muscles of his arm tensed, and he kicked his feet and climbed up an arm's length.

The sharp claws clasped the crack in the stone again.

The way out of the head is still out of reach.

This is a brutal encirclement and suppression.

As far as the eye can see, there are hundreds of demon soldiers in armor walking down this mountain cliff. They triumphantly set up their bows and arrows, aimed at the young man who was trying to climb the cliff, and blew them like cats playing with mice

Whistle:

"Climb, Lord Demon King, work harder! Otherwise, we're going to have to shoot arrows!" He can't crawl anymore! The Demon King, who was shot off by a human, has this ability!"

Dusk was indifferent, his eyes only on the edge of the high cliff. Climb up, and you can live; If you can't climb up, you're dead. The survival of demons is sometimes so simple.

The soldiers shouted in laughter: "Shoot him!" Not long after, there was a sound of breaking wind below-

The dim pupils contracted painfully. One arrow, two arrows. Shot through the scales and into the flesh, causing intense pain.

The mouth was full of blood. The trembling arm gripped a higher rock again.

…… At this distance, arrows are not necessarily fatal. But Dim knows that if you can't stand the pain, or if you despair under fear, and let go and fall, that's the real dead end.

He doesn't die.

Since even that golden arrow didn't take his life, he wouldn't have died here.

Whew...!

The third arrow hit the right leg, and he was so stunned that he broke the shaft of the arrow directly with his scales.

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The soldiers below gradually stopped laughing, their faces began to become solemn, and the rain of arrows gradually intensified, but the lethality diminished as the distance increased.

Faint grinned silently and chuckled. He doesn't die. This group of waste demons can't kill him.

"Chase! Catch up!"

Finally, among the demon soldiers below, the guy who looked like the captain gave an order with a blue face: "Lord Watie has given an order, I want that golden arrow, and I want another horn of the demon king!"

The demon soldiers put their weapons behind their backs, or simply threw them away, and began to climb up this cliff. They were tall and athletic, and full of energy, crawling much faster than the heavy wounded stupor.

But after all, it has been so far away.

Money!

Finally, the young demon king's scale claws hooked the very top of the cliff. Faint flipped up with both arms and neatly!

The moment he stood on the top of the cliff, Faint almost collapsed and fell, but immediately held up his body. With the back of his trembling hand, he wiped the beads of sweat dripping from his jaw, and staggered forward.

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sp; When I looked up, I was stunned for a moment.

…… Bad Devil?

Just in front of him, at the end of this mountaintop, stood quietly a little devil with blond hair and purple eyes.

Seeing the figure struggling to climb the cliff from afar, Lanmuir quickly understood the situation.

This demon king is very smart, very bold, and can even be said crazy. It must have realized that the golden feather arrow had sucked its own breath, so it came alone to find it, and did not hesitate to infiltrate the territory of the powerful tribe

Earth.

This is simply a move to survive, and it was actually found. Unfortunately, this also became its fatal mistake. It does not mean that it was surrounded and suppressed, but that it was discovered by the Son of God.

Lanmuir thought to himself: he was lucky.

It's only the next day, and I see that I can finish the mission and go back. When the figure of the young demon clan climbed to the top of the cliff, Miko saw the face of the demon king clearly for the first time.

It's not a bronze statue with a hideous face.

It was a wild and handsome teenager with black scales, black hair, and scarlet eyes. Tall, but skinny, like

Most of the demons in the abyss are like that.

It had broken a corner, its hands empty, it was scarred, it had two arrows in its back, its right leg and its tail were wounded, and even its face was half red with blood.

However, the glance at each other, Ran

Muir's heart was shaken with a strange twist. He saw the eyes of the Demon King, and the light from the depths was like a wildfire burning in the plains, bursting with a beast-like desire to survive.

The next moment, the demons of the Watie tribe roared and climbed the cliff one after another.

The archers unloaded their bows behind their backs, and dozens of demonic breaths quickly converged.

The Young Demon King ran up and yelled at him: "Get out!!"

Lanmuir didn't move, the dagger he held in his backhand was hidden in his sleeve. Clenched and released, the palms were full of cold sweat.

Can't hesitate, he thought to himself. Mercy to the enemy only kills fellow citizens.

The Young Demon King was getting closer and closer to him, and the wind was howling. Miko saw the Demon King stab his scales and claws at him, just like every demon that attacked him in his path.

The law of time seems to be stretched. In the slowing wind, Lanmuir raised his right hand holding the sword. He was sure that before he could be stabbed in the neck by the scale claws, the dagger would pierce the demon king's heart first.

Everything is in the blink of an eye. A rain of arrows enveloped in demonic breath struck like a sea of fire, illuminating the darkness of the abyss.

Lanmuir's eyes dilated. The scaly claw didn't pierce his neck, and he was pulled into a hard chest, and the smell of blood came to his nose.

The young demon's arm clamped around his shoulder like iron, and he violently grabbed Lanmuir into his arms and rolled him behind a stone wall.

Rumble!!!

Immediately afterward, a rain of arrows pierced into the mountains, and the demon's breath set off round after round of explosions.

Heat surged in front of the stone wall where they were hiding. Sparks splash around, like fireflies flying in the night.

The surroundings lit up, and then dimmed little by little as the flames of the explosion were extinguished.

Behind the stone wall, the emaciated demon king stood up against the fading firelight, blood streaming down its forehead and winding its way to the bridge of its nose, its lips, and its jaw, which covered its black scales.

Its eyes turned, sharp and cold, with a sneer. Cough...... Where did the waste devil come from, dare to run around in the territory of Watie, and get tired of it?

Lanmuir sat on the ground. He didn't move, staring intently at the Demon King.

But the Demon King stopped looking at him. Dusk Yao clinged to the stone wall, and while spying on the enemy's situation, he said hoarsely: "Do you want to live or want to die?"

Lanmuir asked softly, ...... Are you trying to save me?

The Demon King turned his head and cast a disgusted look like a fool. Lanmuir: "If I say I want to live, will you save me?"

The Demon King bent down and grabbed his left hand

wrist, pull him up. Lanmuir was forced to stumble to his feet, his right hand still holding the dagger in his sleeve.

"Run!!" The Demon King suddenly shouted.

It kicked a small stone away, and the second round of arrows from the enemy went towards the afterimage. It dragged him in the opposite direction, out of his hiding place on the stone wall.

The demon's physical explosiveness is too terrifying, obviously he has been injured like this, but his explosive power is like a cheetah.

Lanmuir was dragged by that force, and was forced to run wildly, his wrist hurt as if it was about to be torn alive, and the top of the mountain in front of him reached the end, and the edge was rapidly enlarged—

Below is the lake, jump down!!

They jumped from the top of the mountain. The third round of the rain of arrows wrapped in demonic breath almost grazed his back, and Ranmuir could even feel the scorching energy.

The hand of the Miko and the Demon King was released in midair.

In the few seconds since he fell, Lanmuir's heart had never beaten so fast, and he tried to see the young demon king's face again, but failed.

Drowsy raised his hand and took his head to Ichigo in response to the cold impact.

It is indeed a lake underneath, but the surface of the lake has formed a thin layer of ice. They fell straight down that the ice cracked and made a huge splash.

Wow –

The lake is still roofless.

Lan Muir has a "mana" body, he didn't hurt when he smashed it, and it was true that he was so frozen that he almost choked on the water, he struggled to flutter twice, barely surfacing and gasping.

Suddenly, the water in front of him rattled, and another figure floated. The blood quickly melted in the water, and the young demon king breathed heavily, narrowing his scarlet eyes.

Faint shook her wet black hair. After confirming that there were no other demons in ambush, he held his breath and plunged into the icy water. The stout scaly tail expertly parted the water waves, like a young dragon covered in black scales.

Soon, with great difficulty, he climbed the shore of the lake and stepped on land.

…… Well, that's safe for now. The soldiers of Watie did not have the courage to jump down like him, and it would take at least an hour to come around from the bottom of the mountain.

Faint gritted his teeth, reached out and broke the shaft of the arrow on his body, and threw it on the ground. Just as he was leaving, he looked back at random and was stunned.

That one...... The little devil he saved casually was still floating and sinking in the ice lake, fluttering his two paws with difficulty, paddling in the water in place, staring at him with straight eyes.

The corners of the dim eyes twitched violently...... Isn't it, how can there be demons who can't swim? Is your tail an ornament, but it moves!?

The Young Demon King realized that something was bad

The fact of cake. The bad demon he saved might really be a waste, the kind with a stunted brain.

Dusk Yao suddenly lost all interest, he regretted interfering with this hand, this kind of guy won't live long in the abyss anyway. He took two steps forward, and suddenly a voice came from behind him: "...... Beelzebub. ”

Faint Fleur's footsteps were sluggish for a second. The little devil behind him shouted again: Demon King.

The Young Demon King brushed his wet hair back in annoyance. The moment in front of me suddenly flashed back to the moment just behind the stone wall.

The little devil sat on the ground, looked up at him in the firelight, and asked in a very ethereal voice: ...... Are you trying to save me? No wonder, probably only demons with bad brains can have such clear eyes.

Dim turned around with a gloomy face, stared at the little bad demon in the ice lake for two seconds, and stepped back into the water again.

Forget it, I was saved in such a dangerous situation just now, and now I am temporarily free from the pursuers, and instead let this guy drown in the ice lake...... It will seem like he's a joke.

The water is very good, and the glacial lake is not very large. In the blink of an eye, he came to the little devil and stretched out his arm to clasp the devil's side. He said hoarsely: Don't move, move and break your neck.

The little devil immediately stood still. It's good to know that it's good to be obedient, faint thought to herself, and it's small and light, and it's not too tiring.

He dragged the other boy with one hand, still swimming fast. The shore of the lake gradually approached, and Di Yao turned his head and grinned, thinking about scaring this little devil, but he was suddenly stunned.

I saw that the little devil pursed his lips, as if there was no expression on his face, but under the drooping eyelashes, tears were pouring out blankly, one drop, two drops, quietly mixed with the lake water.

In the year 891 of the Great Glory Calendar, the Son of God entered the abyss for the first time.

He walked through the mountains and lakes and rivers, and successively met the barbaric demons. Chaotic demons, murderous demons, hungry demons, crying demons.

Eventually, he encounters a demon who saved him from fire and icy water. It's the young demon king who was shot off by him.