I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

This is a huge underground cave.

Countless stalactites hung down, like huge beast fangs hanging above the head.

In the groove of the cave wall, there are pieces of dark blue translucent spar, each spar is the size of a fist, and emits a blue and weird light, covering the entire cave in a gloomy atmosphere.

There were more than a hundred people sitting cross-legged, the clothes on their bodies were just a few rags, and the rotten ones were about to break through the bottom line.

This is not the point, the point is the heads of these people.

These people have two horns on both sides of their foreheads, regardless of age or sex.

The horns are ivory white like a crescent, and the horns are densely covered with threads.

Zhang Hengzheng stared at his surroundings with surprise and horror. The corners of his eyes kept twitching, and he cursed in his heart: "I didn't dream of crossing into Pleasant Lair? Why do a group of people have sheep horns on their foreheads?"

Thinking about this, Zhang Heng couldn't help reaching out his hand, holding the horn on the forehead of a little brother next to him, and pulling out forcefully.

"It's quite strong, it can't even pull it out."

Zhang Heng couldn't help feeling that the fidelity of this dream was so high.

Then he saw the little brother turning his head, and talking to him with a dissatisfied expression.

He can assure that what the little brother said is very weird, and by no means any language he has ever heard.

But he actually understood.

"Don't mess around with Zhang Heng, the terrifying and powerful human race brave is going around destroying our race, the shameless and despicable monster race has betrayed the alliance with our race, our demon king clan has reached the final moment of life and death, for my demon king clan to continue to survive, The elder will announce something important right away, can't you just be quiet?"

This is the meaning of the little brother's words.

Terran brave... terrifying and powerful?

The demon king clan has become a weak scum, and is being wiped out by the human race. Is it the last moment of life and death to return his grandmother?

Isn't this nonsense?

"It turns out that this is not the Lair of Pleasant Goat, but the site of the Demon Race. Um, the Demon Race Chief Horn, this setting is fine."

Zhang Heng recalled the words of the little brother with a dull face, and then touched his forehead awkwardly, and then he was dumbfounded for 3.3 seconds, and he couldn't help but start spitting out frantically: "I'm like them, and I have horns. !"

"Hey, I got the wrong script in this dream, right? I'm obviously from a human race, so how come I became a big demon king? This dream is too unreliable, right!"

"What's more, in which book does the human demons appear and is not the role of the big boss? How often did people hang and beat the protagonists of the human race to death, and then reluctantly took the box lunch off the line?"

"Why got to me, the Demon King clan fell into such a ghost?"

Just as Zhang Heng’s face was stunned, the little brother next to him suddenly took his horns and whispered: “Be careful, Zhang Heng, the elders are here, we are a mixed race of humans and demons. Don't please the elders, don't be caught by him anymore to deal with you."

"Do not worry."

Zhang Hengman replied indifferently, saying, "It's just a dream, so it's still the same as the real one, do you really want to make your brother lame?"

At this moment, I saw that the little brother and everyone around him straightened up and sat up.

And behind the high platform in front of everyone, a demon old man slowly appeared, with his horns bent like a giant sickle, his head full of white hair combed to the back of his head, and his beard under his chin was braided into a bunch of braids, leaning on a bone of unknown animal. The walking stick he made slowly appeared on the high platform.

This person is the elder in the mouth of the little brother.

Seeing that the elder was intact, but still covered in patched robes, Zhang Heng secretly said: "This dress is much better than other tribesmen. Well, at least you are qualified to run for the beggar gang leader."

boom!

The elder of the demon clan put the bone wand in his hand on the ground heavily, and the entire cave suddenly became silent.

Then, in a sad and gloomy tone, the elder began his own speech: "Five years ago, the Human Race Dajin Dynasty was further west of the Western Regions, and the Black Sand Demon King City was successfully completed. The demon brothers and I were ambitious, who I know that I have been stationed for less than half a month, and I have been wiped out by Terran Warriors 1.3 times a day on average. Within a year, 60,000 brothers of my clan died...

"Blessed by the Demon King! Those stubborn monsters said that our demons are unsaved, why not surrender to the human race, but I don't agree. I think our demons are not destroyed, and our destiny must be determined by ourselves. You have the shortest day of birth. It has the least devilish energy and is the easiest to pretend to be Human and sneak into Human Warrior Academy..."

In the audience, Zhang Heng looked at the demon elders who gave generously on the stage with a dull expression: "What the **** is this—the devil's version of Infernal Affairs!?"

To what extent did the Human Race oppress the Demon Race? Did the Demon Race even suffocate the ultimate ultimate move like Infernal Affairs?

Moreover, how do I feel that this dream is becoming more and more realistic.

On the stage, the elder of the Demon Race once again paused the bone wand in his hand, and saw two large, muscle-knotted Demon Warriors walking out.

The two together carried a giant tripod.

The huge tripod was the size of a hill.

The dark, viscous, unknown liquid in the cauldron was boiling, gurgling with strange black and shiny bubbles, and at the same time emitting an indescribable strange stench.

After Zhang Heng watched the two soldiers put down the giant tripod, they brought another stack of sea bowls.

Then fill each sea bowl with the unknown liquid in the giant cauldron.

Then the two warriors held the sea bowls full of unknown liquid in their hands and placed them in front of the demons who were sitting cross-legged under the stage.

When everyone had placed a bowl of unknown liquid in front of everyone, the elder on the stage spoke again: "This is the magic soup that I have prepared for you with the power of the whole clan. Drinking it can make you within half a month. Hide your own demonic energy and transform it into a human appearance, without being noticed by humans."

"Now is the entrance season for the Human Race Brave Academy. As long as you enter the Human Race Brave Academy within half a month, learn the human exercises, and condense the human spirit, you can successfully sneak into the human world, and even hope to become the pinnacle of horror and power. Brave man. No longer need to be besieged and suppressed by human brave just because he is a demons, fear every day and hide in Tibet..."

"Drink this bowl of soup, you can become human heroes; if you don't drink it, I won't blame you. Okay, let you choose the way you go."

After he finished speaking, the elder held a bone stick and looked down at the audience blankly. The two demon warriors separated on both sides of the elder, staring at the audience with the same indifferent expression.

Offstage.

Zhang Heng looked at the devil-eaten soup in front of him like boiling asphalt, smelled the weird stench from the burst bubbles, and said in his heart: "This kind of craftsmanship still dare to show it to the eyes. The soup is made into this kind of play, my family Ahuang It's not a bird, the dead old man actually let me drink!"

"Should I drink or not?"

At this moment, I suddenly heard a tall and thin Demon Race on the left front opening and saying: "Elder, I would rather guard by your side, and live and die with the elders and fellow Demon Race members, share weal and woe, I..."

"In other words, you decided not to drink?" The tall and thin demon in the left front continued to speak, but was interrupted by the elder in the middle.

The tall and thin demons gritted their teeth and finally said, "Please elders atone."

"I don't blame you." The elder glanced at the tall and thin demons blankly, and then said lightly.

While talking, a demon warrior who had been standing on the high platform quietly appeared behind the tall and thin demon.

At this time, the Gao Shou Mozu heard that the elder didn't blame him, and bowed in gratitude.

And just as he bowed his head to salute, a sharp bone blade pierced his back and emerged from his chest.

The bone blade turned into by the right hand of the demon warrior turned gently, and there seemed to be something cracked inside the tall and thin demon.

Suddenly, red blood began to flow from his nostrils, eyes, ears, mouth, and wounds.

In the blink of an eye, the tall and thin demons lost all their vitality.

The elder narrowed his eyes slightly, gloomy like a snake, staring at the deadly face of the tall and thin demons, his expression indifferent, but a faint sigh: "I don't blame you, I never blame the dead."

In the audience, the Demon Warrior waved the right hand that turned into a bone blade at will, and the tall and thin Demon Race's body was like a dead dog and was thrown into the corner.

The blood on the tall and thin demon race scattered all over, splashing directly on Zhang Heng's face.

At the moment when he was touched by blood, Zhang Heng's expression changed drastically: "No! Why is this blood still warm? Dreams can't be so realistic!"

"Could it be that I really crossed it!"

On the high platform, the elder's eyes swept across the faces of everyone. I don't know if it was an illusion. Zhang Heng felt that the elder's eyes paused on his face for an exceptionally long time.

Then I heard the elder and Yanyue asking everyone: "Now, do you have any questions?"

Beside the elder, the warrior who had just killed the tall and thin demon race, the brutal bone blade was still dripping blood.

Seeing this, Zhang Heng and all the demons in the audience shook their heads, saying that they have no problem at all now, and they can even dry three bowls of Demon Devouring Soup in one go without panting.

"Well, I wish you all the best in the Human Race Brave Academy! Cheers, braves!"

On the high platform, the elder did not know where to take out a wine glass, and he raised his glass with high spirits and shouted.

In the audience, Zhang Heng and the others raised the sea bowl and poured the bituminous Demon Devouring Soup into the throat, pretending to be impatient, hungry and thirsty.

At this moment, Zhang Heng didn’t complain anymore. He was sweating. The sweat on his head sprung up like bamboo shoots, but he didn’t care about wiping it. He just said to himself: “It’s over, it’s over, this time it’s true. I really crossed Zhang Heng! As a human, I was dressed as a demon, and then I was forced to go to the human as an undercover agent."

As a scumbag who didn't even pass kindergarten mathematics, when he thought of his complicated and embarrassing identity, Zhang Heng was in a bad shape.

At this moment, a miserable cry suddenly came from the cave.

Zhang Heng followed his reputation and saw that at least a dozen people were lying on the ground at this time, struggling frantically.

One by one, these dozens of people became as black as ink, and what was even more strange was that under their skin, there seemed to be an invisible huge mouth, devouring their flesh and blood.

Their bodies are becoming thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a blink of an eye, these dozen people were as thin as firewood, with no vitality.

These people obviously couldn't withstand the powerful effects of Devouring Demon Soup, and not only the demon energy in their bodies, but even the essence of life were swallowed up.

Looking at the dozens of dark and skinny corpses of the demons on the ground, the elders on the stage could not help sighing, and then said in an infinitely sad and decisive tone: "How happy is life, and how hard is death, but the rise of the demons is mine. The wish of a lifetime!"

When the others heard this, their expressions couldn't help being solemn, and at the same time they echoed in unison: "How happy is life, and how hard is death, but the rise of the demons is my lifelong wish!"

The voices of everyone echoed and echoed in the huge cave.

Zhang Heng: "It feels like I have joined a good MLM organization."

Ten days later.

There are only five days left until the effectiveness of the Devourer Soup disappears.

That is, June 14th in 995 of the Dajin Destiny Calendar.

The Western Regions of the Great Jin Dynasty, Anxi Duhu Fufu.

In the west of the city, on the banks of the Qingshui River, Anxi Brave Academy is entrenched.

Outside the college, the white marble gate stands tall and magnificent.

Because it is the college admissions season, no mathematics students come here, hoping to join the academy and become a human hero who slays demons and slayers.

At this time, Zhang Heng, who was the target of demons and demons, stood in a crowd of people coming and going, looking up to the majestic Anxi Brave Academy, and muttered in his heart: "Anxi Brave Academy, I'm here, I believe that this day, The future will be remembered by history."

It's just that even he is not sure what image he will be remembered by mankind in the future.

Is the defender of the human race?

Or the destroyer of the human race?