I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

This is a huge underground karst cave.

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

In the groove of the cave wall, there are a block of deep azure translucent spar, each spar is fist sized, emitting a lush and weird rays of light, covering the entire cave in one piece In a gloomy atmosphere.

There were more than a hundred people sitting cross-legged, and the clothes on their bodies were just a few rags, and the rottenness was almost a breakthrough.

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

Zhang Heng was staring at his surroundings with surprise and horror. The corners of his eyes kept twitching, and he cursed in his heart: "I'm not dreaming of crossing into Pleasant Lair? Why do a group of people have sheep on their foreheads? Horn?"

Thinking about this, Zhang Heng couldn't help but extend the hand, holding the horn on the forehead of a Little Brother next to him, and pulling it hard.

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

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

Then he saw that Little Brother turned his head, turned to him with a dissatisfaction, and said something.

He can assure that what Little Brother said was strange, and it was by no means any language he had ever heard.

But he actually understood.

"Don’t mess around with Zhang Heng, the terrifying and powerful Human Race hero is destroying our race everywhere, the shameless monster Race has betrayed our alliance with our race, our Demon King family has reached the last moment of life and death. In order for my Demon King clan to continue to survive, there is an important announcement on the Old Ma, so you can’t be quiet?"

This is the meaning of the Little Brother words.

Human Race hero...... Horror 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 grandma?

Isn't this nonsense?

"It turned out that this is not the lair of Pleasant Goat, but the site of Demon Race. Um, the patriarch horn, this setting is fine."

Zhang Heng recalled with a dull face. Little Brother's words, then the ghost touched his forehead, and then he was dumbfounded for 3.3 seconds, and couldn't help but start to spit out frantically: "I'm like them, and I have horns!"

"Hey, I got the wrong script in this dream, right? I am obviously Human Race, how come I became the Great Demon King? This dream is too unreliable, right!"

"What's more, where does the Human Demon family appear in the book that is not the role of the big boss popularity? How often do people hang and beat the protagonists of the Human Race to wish one were dead, and then reluctantly get the box lunch off the line?"

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

Just as Zhang Heng's face was frantic, the Little Brother next to him suddenly took a picture of his horns. , Whispered: "Be careful Zhang Heng, Elder is here. As a hybrid of Human Race and Demon Race, we didn't like Elder at first. Don't be caught by him and take care of you."

"Don't worry."

Zhang Heng replied indifferently, saying, "It's just a dream, so it's still the same as the real thing. Do you really want to cripple brother?"

At this moment, I saw Little Brother and everyone around him straightened their waists and sat up in a precarious position.

Behind the high platform in front of everyone, a Demon Race 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 nose was braided into a bunch of braids. He slowly appeared on the high platform with a walking stick made of unknown animal bones.

This person is Elder in Little Brother's mouth.

Looking at Elder who is still intact, but still full of patched robes, Zhang Heng secretly thought: "This dress is much better than other clansman's. Well, at least he is eligible to run for Beggars. 'Sect helper."

Boom!

The bone wand in the hands of the veteran demon patriarch gave a heavy beating on the ground, and the whole cave suddenly became absolute silence.

Then, in a sad and gloomy tone, Elder started his own speech: "Five years ago, the Human Race Great Jin dynasty was further west in the Western Regions, and the Demon King City in Black Sands was successfully completed. I Brothers from Demon Race and Demon Race are ambitious, who knows that they can’t settle in half a month. They are swept by Human Race hero 1.3 times a day on average. Within a year, 60,000 brothers died in our clan..."

"Demon Sovereign Bless! Those bone-natured Monster Races say that our Demon Race is unsaved, why not surrender to Human Race, but I don’t agree. I think our Demon Race is indestructible, and our destiny is determined by ourselves. You were born in the shortest day, contaminated The demonic energy is the least, and it’s the easiest to pretend to be Human Race and sneak into Human Race hero Academy..."

Under the stage, Zhang Heng looked at the patriarch who was generous on the stage with a dull face: "This what the hell-Demon King version of Infernal Affairs!?"

To what extent did Human Race bully Demon Race? Did 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 demon patriarch once again paused the bone stick in his hand, and saw two burly, muscular Demon Race fighters walking out.

The two people work together to carry a giant cauldron.

The giant cauldron is the size of a hill.

The dark, viscous, unknown liquid in the Dingzhong is boiling, gurgling with strange black hair bubbles, and at the same time it emits an indescribable strange stench.

Zhang Heng watched the two fighters put down the giant cauldron, and then moved a stack of sea bowls.

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

Then the two fighters held the sea bowls full of unknown liquid in their hands and placed them in front of the Demon Race who sat cross-legged under the stage.

When everyone had a bowl of unknown liquid in front of everyone, Elder once again opened the mouth and said on the stage: "This is the magic soup prepared for you by the power of my family. Drink It can make you hide your demonic energy in half a month and transform it into a human appearance without being noticed by humans."

"Now is the entrance season of Human Race hero Academy, you only need to be in half a month After entering the Human Race hero Academy, practicing the Human Race cultivation technique, and condensing the Human Race Qi Sea, you can successfully dive into the Human Race world, and even hope to become a terrifying and powerful Peak hero. You don’t need to be deceived because you are a Demon Race. Human Race hero encircles and suppresses, every day, fear and fear, hiding in Tibet..."

"Drink this bowl of soup, you can become Human Race hero; I will not blame you if you don’t drink it. Okay, How to go, let you choose by yourself."

After that, Elder held a bone cane and looked down at the crowd blankly. Two Demon Race fighters were separated on both sides of Elder, with the same indifferent eyes. Down everyone.

Offstage.

Zhang Heng looked at the demon-eater soup in front of him like boiling asphalt, smelling the weird stench emanating from the burst bubbles, and secretly thought in his heart: "This kind of craftsmanship still dare to show up, the soup is made It’s like this, my family is not a yellow bird, and the damned old man actually let me Hah!"

"Do I drink or not?"

At this moment, I suddenly listened. Go to the front left, a tall and thin Demon Race opened the mouth and said: "Elder, I would rather stay by your side, and live and die with Elder and fellow Demon Race compatriots. We share adversity, I..."

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

The tall and thin Demon Race gritted his teeth and finally opened the mouth and said: "Please Elder atone for your sins."

"I don't blame you." Elder glanced at Gao blankly. Thin Demon Race, then indifferently said.

While speaking, a Demon Race fighter who was originally standing on the high platform quietly appeared behind the tall and thin Demon Race.

At this time, the tall and thin Demon Race heard that Elder didn't blame him, and bowed in gratitude.

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

The bone blade made by the Demon Race warrior's right hand spun gently, and there seemed to be something broken in the body of the tall and thin Demon Race.

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

In the blink of an eye, this tall and thin Demon Race lost all its vitality.

Elder eyes slightly narrowed, gloomy like a snake, staring at the tall and thin Demon Race's deadly face, his expression is indifferent, just a faint sigh: "I don't blame you, I never blame the dead."

Under the stage, the Demon Race warrior waved his right hand turned into a bone blade at will, and the tall and thin Demon Race body was like a dead dog and was thrown into the corner.

The blood on the tall and thin Demon Race body was scattered all over, splashed directly on Zhang Heng's face.

As soon as he was touched by blood, Zhang Heng's expression changed drastically: "No! Why is this blood still warm? Dreams are also impossible, so realistic!"

"Could it be I I really crossed it!"

On the high platform, Elder's eyes swept across everyone's face one after another. I don't know if it was an illusion. Zhang Heng felt that Elder's eyes were paused on his face. Long.

Then I heard Elder and Yanyue's questioning everyone: "Now, do you have any questions?"

Beside Elder, the warrior who just killed the tall and thin Demon Race was dead. The blade is still bleeding.

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

"Well, I wish you all the best in Human Race hero Academy! Cheers, heroes!"

On the high platform, Elder did not know where to take out a wine glass, he was very energetic Cup shouted.

Under the stage, Zhang Heng and the others raised the sea bowl and poured the bituminous demon soup into the throat, pretending to be hungry and thirsty.

At this time, 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. He just said to himself: “It’s over, it’s over. It’s true this time! I really crossed Zhang Heng! As a human, I wore a Demon Race, and then I was forced to go to the Human Race as an undercover agent."

A scumbag who didn't even pass the kindergarten maths, thinking of his complicated and embarrassing identity, Zhang Heng's whole person is not good.

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

Zhang Heng followed the 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. What is even more strange is that under their skin, there seems to be an invisible huge mouth, devouring their flesh and blood.

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

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

These people obviously failed to withstand the powerful effects of Devouring Demon Soup, not only the demonic energy in their bodies, but even Life Essence was swallowed up.

Looking at the dozens of dark and skinny Demon Race corpses on the ground, Elder couldn’t help but sighed on the stage, and then said in an infinitely sad and decisive tone: "How happy is life, and how hard is death, only Demon Race Rise is what I want in my life!"

Others listened, their faces 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 Demon Race is what I have all my life. Hope!"

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.

Only five days are left until the effect of the Devourer Soup disappears.

That is, June 14th, 995 in the Great Jin Destiny Calendar.

Great Jin Dynasty Western Regions, Anxi Duhu Fufu.

Succumbed to the Western District, on the banks of the Qingshui River, Anxi Hero Academy stands majestically entrenched.

The white jade, the outsider of the Academy, is towering, and the imposing manner is magnificent.

Because it is the admissions season of the Academy, no mathematics students come here, hoping to join the Academy and become a Human Race hero who cut down Monsters and eliminate Demons.

At this time, Zhang Heng, the target of subdue monsters and defeat demons, is surrounded by arms, standing in the to-and-fro crowd, looking up at the grand and magnificent Anxi Hero Academy, and meditating in his heart: " Anxi Hero Academy, I’m here, and I believe that this day, the future will be remembered by history."

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

A defender of Human Race?

Or the destroyer of Human Race?