Im Not A Demon Lord's
Chapter 9's
With a serious face, Han Li walked out of the base hospital.
He has a report on his hands.
Psychological and Spiritual Security Assessment Report.
He got an incredible score on every item.
Evaluators believe that this is just a miracle.
They even hoped to keep him in the hospital to observe him day and night.
Because almost all demon hunters have different levels of psychological and spiritual problems.
But Han Li realized that everything he was going through was an illusion.
The rubbing on his ears became stronger and stronger.
Different colors gradually appeared wherever he looked.
Sometimes, he would even see strange and strange things as if he was in a trance.
“If this continues...,” Han Li sighed softly to himself, “I'll be crazy!”
However, he had no other choice.
He could only walk straight into the darkness through one lane.
…
Elizabeth down the stairs.
Pairs of red eyes lit up around him one after another.
Not caring about them, he continued walking forward.
As a result, countless monsters kept popping out from the darkness.
“You are just a Living Corpse that relies on your miserable existence by relying solely on your instincts.” His body suddenly turned into steel. Steam turbines spin, pumping flesh and blood. “Are you worthy of being a barrier in my mission to build the Altar of Steel?”
His arm turned into two giant saw blades.
Amidst the surge power provided by the steam turbine, the saw blades spun wildly.
The quantum core that fused with his brain accurately discovered and calculated the position and speed of each Living Corpse.
One slash, one Undead.
In an instant, that enormous underground cavern had become a slaughterhouse.
A slaughterhouse made of iron and steel.
Five minutes later, Elizabeth stomped on the body of the last Living Corpse, walked to the bottom of the cave, and arrived in front of a rusty steel door.
At the door, the bald eagle emblem was covered in blood and flesh.
While behind him, hundreds of Life Corpses had been reduced to minced meat.
These were merely monsters that had been transformed from humans after being distorted by Diablo's sense.
Their individual combat abilities were even inferior to ordinary people.
They were the type of monsters that were currently the most numerous in the world.
They are also the most preferred fodder of Diablo breeds.
But facing the steel, they were only worthy of being minced meat.
Arriving at the steel door, Elizabeth turned to look at the chunks of meat that were still writhing and crawling unconsciously despite being torn to shreds to blood.
He shook his head.
The steam turbine kept spinning, pumping flesh and blood. A burning fire came out of his hand.
All the minced meat was immediately burnt into nothingness.
Finally, he turned around and attached the bald eagle emblem on the steel door, twisting it lightly.
A keyboard appeared.
Female electronic voice heard from loudspeaker: “This is a reserve supply of Union Army combat resources, A130 series code, United States ..”
“Please verify your identity and provide authorization document!”
Elizabeth smiled when she heard that voice.
This is what he was looking for.
A place with many alloy steels and countless machines.
All the conditions required for the perfect Altar of Steel are here.
…
In the afternoon, the glasses Ling PingAn ordered arrived.
Holding the item in his hand, he felt it was a good purchase.
After giving it a try, Ling PingAn finally felt more comfortable.
After wearing glasses for seven or eight years, they became familiar with his body. Not wearing glasses was suddenly uncomfortable.
Now he once again had something protecting his eye sockets.
It makes him feel very comfortable.
It just so happened that he got inspired, so he started typing.
He soon completed one chapter, reaching exactly 2,000 words.
No more and no fewer words.
These are the habits and instincts he has cultivated and perfected over the years of writing online.
After correcting the chapter, Ling PingAn clicked on the upload.
Then he waited patiently.
While he waited, he turned on the TV due to his habit, just in time for the afternoon news slot.
“Foot-and-mouth disease in Beizhou continues to spread ..” On the television screen, the broadcaster seems to be a bit serious. “According to a report from the Great Secretary of Agriculture of the Beizhou Kingdom, Chen Cong, at 23:00 local time in Xin’an Beizhou Prefecture, a total of 325 pastures and farms have reported word of mouth incidents. sicknesses. It seems to affect all areas in the central and western part of Beizhou Kingdom. ”.
“Prime Minister Zhou Qingxuan of Beizhou immediately submitted a proposal seeking approval of the Beizhou Council of Ministers to enter into an emergency and has also applied to the central government to mobilize the Beizhou.” Biochemical and Epidemic Prevention Unit
Watching the news, Ling PingAn sneered, “It looks like this might be the end of the current Beizhou cabinet.”
This is election year. Not only will the central federal Council of Ministers be re-elected, but the council of ministers of each kingdom, the District of Governors, will be elected, and Special Administrative Regions within federal and autonomous regions will also be selected for re-election.
At the same time, the central cabinet of the Federation and the cabinet of the four kingdoms, except for the Xisong Kingdom, which still had the monarchy, would all hold elections.
In an election year, any issue would become greatly magnified.
However, the collapse of the Beizhou cabinet had absolutely no effect on Ling PingAn.
He was only concerned about one question: How did the central government respond to this?
Can they still ensure a steady supply of beef at. per pound?
Sure enough, the news quickly gave him an answer. Zhang Shao, spokesman for Federal Cabinet Affairs, said in response to reporters' questions at a federal cabinet press conference that morning, “The central federal government will take all measures to stabilize the price of beef and ensure that no problems will arise with respect to the supply of beef to local communities within the federal territory. The central government will ensure the price stability of grade A, B, C, D, and E beef. This is the serious promise of the current cabinet to the people of the Federation and His Majesty the Emperor! ”
Seeing this, Ling PingAn felt relieved.
The Federal Empire is very particular in upholding promises.
A cabinet spokesman has said it will ensure stability in the supply and price of beef. Therefore, even if the central federal government was forced to pawn his pants, they would never retract their words.
This year is a general election year.
If the cabinet dared to renege on its promise, the people in the purple zone would vote with their feet and send the Datong Party to office.
Because it's…
He can continue to feast on the beef in. per pound to his heart.
Thinking about beef, Ling PingAn picked up the phone and ordered a plate of Fusang beef teppanyaki.
Then he turned off the television and looked at his computer expectantly.
He opens the author page and clicks on chapter management.
“Actually there are five comments for this chapter.” Ling PingAn looked at the comments displayed, which boosted his confidence. “It seems like indeed I am the king of novels chosen by heaven.”
“This person is number six after Five Titans!” (TN; Five Titans The Five Famous Writers On China's Novel Platform)
In the past, the number of comments received by his novel had basically ranged between zero and three within half an hour of a chapter being published.
And now today there are actually five!
What an amazing growth!
Pretty great!
He was even tempted not to play the game today and write another chapter.
Clicking onto the chapter management page, Ling PingAn looked at it with pleasure.
First comment says, “First!”
Second comment said, “Second!”
Third comment replies to the first two comments, “Are you a bot? Why do I see you commenting first and second every time? ”
The first commenter replied, “Heh, heh.”
The second commenter replied, “Huh, uh.”
Ling PingAn looked at it and grinned, “Huh, uh... heh, heh..”.
“Well, no matter what, I am a man who has five comments on my chapter now!”
He unlocked his phone, took a screen shot, went to egame.qq.com, and tapped on the author's group chat.
He was preparing to send the photo he had just taken and bragged about it in the author's group chat.
He saw a man with a Chippeja ID chatting with people.
Chippeja writes, “Cute reader really gold.”
Pictures, pictures, pictures.
Ling PingAn looked at the reader's comments displayed on the images sent by Chippeja.
He secretly shut down the writer's group chat.
His dream to become the sixth after the Five Titans ended before it even began.
Since he had a setback with his novel, he could only make up for it with his hobby.
Opening the phone, Ling PingAn walked into the crack.
