Demon King Evolution History

"Yes!"

"The boy named Yang Nieyi who caused her reversal and rescued her from the neighboring world, don't you think his existence is more abnormal than the elves?

According to my secret investigation, whether it is the young man named Yang Nieyi or his younger sister Xuehua Qijing, they all seem to have suddenly appeared in this world... full of weirdness! "

"The surname Xuehua...isn't that..."

At this time, Allen also thought of that abnormality, and his face became ugly.

"Our dem agency... since when did we have a cooperative relationship with Xuehua Company?"

Seeing Alan's surprised and puzzled face, Westcott smiled and nodded.

"Although the 'elves' in the data are gathered around Wuhe Shizhi, they are also gathered around this young man named Yang Nieyi, and their relationship with him is not inferior to that of Wuhe Shizhi Weaving!"

"Then Allen's plan is..."

"This young man named Yang Nieyi was the key to the princess' reversal. It was precisely because he accidentally injured the young man, thinking that he had killed him, that the princess would fall into the abyss of despair and finally seized the demon king's tyrannical power." Lord's handle!"

Westcott put the document on his lap and spread his hands.

"The Demon King whom I have been waiting for for a long time would show up so easily, who could have imagined it! At least the princess respects, trusts and loves him deeply from the bottom of her heart.

What a wonderful thing this is, and I hope they continue to build on their mutual trust, just for the time that is coming... too! "

At this time, Allen finally noticed Westcott's intentions, whispered without changing his face, so it was so, and nodded slightly.

The deeper the bond between Yang Nieyi and the elves, the more dependent the elves are on Yang Nieyi, the greater the despair they will feel when they lose him.

At that time, they can't help but want to reach out to the power beyond their own limits.

"Do you want to use Yang Nieyi as a key?"

"The key...? What a good expression!"

After hearing Allen's words, Westcott smiled slightly.

"Although we want to use this boy as the key trump card, but for the unknown weirdness, we need to contact him first to confirm that we have the power to control him!"

"Indeed...although he is not an elf, but that boy is not an ordinary person without power..."

"However... before getting in touch with this young man, let's try to capture the newly appeared elves!"

After Westcott finished speaking, Allen nodded immediately.

"About that incident, we just received a report from AST a few days ago! An 'elf' witch with the ability to transform appeared in the suburbs of Tiangong City, and so far it has not been confirmed that she disappeared in critical……"

The conference room of the Great Britain Headquarters of the Dem Society fell into a heavy atmosphere.

It's like the air is really sticky, as long as you take a deep breath, your lungs will be filled with sticky things, and breathing can't help but become painful.

If someone else suddenly entered this room, there would undoubtedly be symptoms of dyspnea.

The men sitting in the conference room have several things in common.

One is that all of them are Britons.

The other is that all of them are directors of dem clubs.

And then there's the fact that all of them have plaster casts and bandages around their arms.

"……hateful!"

The one who broke the silence was the middle-aged director wearing glasses, Roger?Maddock.

"Does it not matter to all of you even if you are treated like this? After being treated like this, do you still keep silent?"

Maddock yelled viciously while pointing to his right wrist, which was in a bandage like the others.

That was the arm that was severed in the boardroom a few days ago.

Yes

The directors who are staying here now are all people who asked for dismissal from the executive director of dem business, Westcott, a few days ago, but were suppressed by physical means.

The severed arm has been perfectly spliced ​​together using a medical visualization device, and he can move his fingers freely.

However, since the scene of his arm being cut off in an instant has been deeply imprinted in his mind, no one has dared to take the plaster apart so far.

"...Even if you say so!"

Simpson, the bearded man, looked at Maddock.

A faint sense of fear could be seen in his gaze, which also contained blame for Maddock.

However, this is not limited to him alone.

Although everyone in the conference room remained silent, they all had similar thoughts without exception.

That's something that can't be helped. After all, the request for Westcott's dismissal at the beginning of this incident was precisely planned by Maddock.

The achievements of Westcott, who created such a revolutionary technology as the display device and founded the dem company, can be said to be immeasurable.

But for the current board of directors of the Dem Society, Westcott, who does not consider external influence at all to use his supreme power arbitrarily, and has always adopted an attitude of being no one else, is a thorn in his side.

At this moment, news came that Westcott had caused an extremely serious accident in Japan.

The first and second buildings of the dem club branch and its affiliated facilities were severely damaged, and several magicians were killed or injured.