Demon King, you just need to conquer, and your husband will come up with the solution.

However, if you choose to use this word magic in Ains' native language, Chinese... that would be a completely different matter.

He clearly remembered that when he rashly used "Station" for the first time, he failed to control the speed and the spell directly drained all his magic power.

Then, the effect is...

The entire Blackwater City was frozen for two seconds.

Chapter 57 I plan to hug you forever

"Hmm~ Come to think of it, the medium of the Word Magic you used, Ains, shouldn't be the Word of God, right?"

Margaret asked Irons curiously, and Irons was a little surprised at how she guessed this, but he nodded and admitted: "Yes, I haven't felt the call of the Trinity God until now, so of course there is no divine word."

Margaret smiled slightly: "Hmm~ No wonder I didn't feel disgusted when you used the Word Magic, Ains."

Irons shook his windbreaker and asked curiously, "Disgusting feeling?"

"Well, to some extent, we, the Demon King, were born to fight against the Triune God, so anything related to Him will make us very uncomfortable."

Margaret made a disgusted expression and raised her hands, snapping her fingers frantically to describe the discomfort: "It's like bugs crawling all over my body. It's extremely uncomfortable."

Then, she suppressed her disgust and smiled at Ains: "Of course, Ains, when you used the Word Magic, I didn't feel that way. So, what language is the Word Magic you just mentioned?"

"Ah... I said this is my hometown dialect, do you believe it?"

Margaret tilted her head, looking puzzled. Hometown dialect? Is there any isolated place on this continent that could produce a language that is so different from the common language?

You should know that there is only one common language in the entire continent. Whether it is humans, elves, dwarves, or even demons, the whole world speaks the same language.

Even though different dialects may have different intonations, they are still essentially the common language. Margaret has never heard of any local language that is completely different from the common language.

However, since Irons said so, Margaret would choose to believe it.

This also aroused new doubts in Margaret: what kind of place is Irons' hometown, and why its language can produce effects comparable to those of divine words?

"I believe what you said, Ains, but I'm a little curious, where is your hometown..."

"My hometown?" Irons was slightly stunned, and then fell into silence. Recalling every detail of his past life, homesickness slowly arose in his heart... That's strange.

I have been doing exercises from 6 to 9 since I was a child. When I was in junior high school, my parents and teachers urged me to go to a good high school. When I was in high school, they continued to urge me to go to a good university.

When I was in college, I was told that my job prospects were poor and I had to take the postgraduate entrance examination. However, after I finished my postgraduate studies, I found that the speed of academic advancement could not keep up with the speed of academic depreciation. The job I could find during my undergraduate studies was already a job for graduate students within a few years.

I interviewed for these crappy jobs before I graduated, and I interviewed for these crappy jobs after I graduated. Didn’t my graduate studies have been in vain?!

Oh, no, wasting three years of youth is obviously a loss.

Then, he had to step into society under various pressures and urgings, and then became a social animal who continued to withstand pressure. Do you want to ask if Irons misses this kind of life? Haha.

Just look at how many time-travel stories there are in online novels, and you’ll understand that many people don’t want to stay in this shitty reality for even a second.

Indeed, modern society allows people to have enough food and drink, live a stable life, and have convenient life and advanced technology, but if Irons really wants to miss the kind of life that makes people feel confused about the future, sorry, he can't do it.

So, after thinking for a while, Ains just said coldly: "Well, my hometown is where my parents are, and some delicious food."

"……Then what?"

"That's about it. If there's anything else I can say, it's just boring."

After saying that, Irons pulled up the collar of his coat to shield himself from the hot north wind, then turned to Margaret and said, "Let's go. It's windy here. Let's go to the Black Rock River. I've never seen what a scavenger hound looks like."

"Ah..." Margaret felt that Irons didn't seem to want to talk about his hometown, so she stopped asking and followed Irons' words, teasing: "You won't like the looks of those beasts~"

It turned out that what Margaret said was indeed correct. When Irons came to the Black Rock River, which had just been purged and was in ruins, his expression suddenly fell.

The appearance of this group of scavenger hounds can really make people feel physically uncomfortable.

Although its canine nature can be judged from its appearance, its appearance is really disgusting. The hair that should have been lush has all fallen off, revealing a skin that is already mottled and covered with pus.

The damaged areas of the skin were filled with gray moldy hair, yellow and black fungus, and rotten flesh oozing with pus. It was hard to imagine that in this physical condition, these hounds could still be considered alive.

The saliva flowing from the corners of their mouths appears a disgusting yellow-green color and emits a nauseating sour stench because of the corrupt toxins filling their bodies.

The pupils of their eyes had shrunk to the size of pinholes, and when they opened their eyes, the whites of their eyes were bloodshot.

Irons admitted that Margaret was right, this thing could only be described as a beast.

And most importantly, this thing... is inedible at first glance! Bad review!

He looked at the scavenger hounds and their habitats that were being burned by the beast-headed demons with various fire magics, and asked curiously: "How on earth are these scavenger hounds alive in this situation?"

In response, Margaret pointed to a scavenger hound that had been beheaded by the beast-headed demons and said, "Ains, in fact, the real body of these scavenger hounds is not the hounds, but the mold growing on them."

"Mold?" Irons raised his eyebrows and looked down at the scavenger dog. Only then did he realize that the bacteria on the beast's body were eroding the scavenger dog's skin and flesh at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

Margaret immediately grabbed Irons, who wanted to observe closely, and pulled him back into her arms.

“Don’t get too close, Irons. After the host dies, these molds will frantically occupy the host’s body to store energy and use the host’s corpse as a delivery room.

After about a few hours, the corpse will become a spore ball covered with mold, and then they will self-destruct using the accumulated energy. The exploded spores will then drift along the wind, looking for a new host.

Fortunately, so far, this mold can only be hosted on dogs and not on other species. However, these spores often carry the host's own corruption toxins, so if it is not dealt with quickly, it will still be a big problem. "

"...Boarding... Could it be that all the movements of the scavenger hounds are actually controlled by the mold that lives in their bodies, and the hounds that appear to be the main body are just living puppets without consciousness?"

Margaret affirmed Irons's guess. She nodded and said, "You are right, so we gave this mold a common name, Dog Slave."

"..."

Irons nodded, looking at the hound's corpse that was about to be occupied by mold. The beast-headed demon that came to clean it up was obviously affected by the fire magic. He watched it gradually carbonize and lose its vitality in the flames, and finally withdrew his gaze.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that he was being held in Margaret's arms. This woman actually took advantage of the opportunity to pull him back just now to take advantage of him! ?

Wait, hiss…is it considered taking advantage of a man if a woman takes advantage of him?

Irons shook his head to get rid of these messy thoughts, and asked Margaret with a scrutinizing look: "Ahem, Margaret, how long are you going to hold me?"

Facing Irons' scrutiny, Margaret was not afraid at all. She even grinned, hugged Irons even tighter, and said, "I plan to hug you forever~"

"???!" The sudden flirting made Irons' cheeks slightly hot again in surprise.

Coming to his senses, he struggled to break free from Margaret, then hugged his coat and muttered, "You are the devil, I am a human, as long as you don't commit suicide, you can live for hundreds or thousands of years, and I can live for about a hundred years...

What are you talking about, you'll hug me forever? After I die, are you going to hug my corpse?"

Seeing the question to Irons, Margaret was startled at first, and then her eyes softened like water. She walked beside Irons, leaned on his shoulder and said, "Of course I won't do that..."

"..."

"Because your life is my life."

"?!" Margaret's words startled Ain. He looked at Margaret, whose eyes were filled with sincerity, in astonishment. He trembled his lips and reminded her, "Margaret...you have to understand that you are the devil."

Margaret responded unyieldingly: "Uh-huh, but Irons, you have to understand that you are my husband."

Chapter 58 You have a familiar smell

"Ms. Margaret, I didn't expect you to come here to inspect..."

Just when Irons and Margaret were in a weird and awkward atmosphere, Engla's appearance broke the awkwardness.

The two turned their heads to look at Engla, who had taken off his old hooded robe. At this moment, Engla, except for his words, was still as calm and peaceful as ever, and his image had nothing to do with the word kind.

The explosive muscle lines were covered with horrific scars that were full of stories, and these scars had a steel-like luster. It was obvious that Engla had trained his flesh to the point that the wounds of the past had been transformed into hard armor.

The black mane on his face fluttered in the wind, passing over Engla's scarred and weathered eyes. The majesty of the lord of the ferocious beasts was evident, and he was intimidating without even being angry.

Margaret nodded to Engla and praised him, "Engra, you have worked hard. I have asked a demon king to do this dirty work."

Engla grinned, waved her hand and said nonchalantly: "This is nothing, Lady Margaret, I don't know how many jobs are dirtier than this, even some trivial matters.

Moreover, Lady Margaret, although cleaning up these scavenging hounds is a bit dirty, it is of great significance..."

Irons nodded and said, "Well, the establishment of the starch factory is not only of great significance to the future development of food, but also of certain help to the future development of industry..."

"Ah...hahaha~ I'm a little too old, and I don't quite understand these new words, but it seems that this starch is very important...but the significance I'm talking about is not just about the starch factory."

As he spoke, Engla leaned over to Margaret and said, "Lady Margaret, when I was cleaning up these scavenging hounds, I noticed traces of the Lord of Corruption."

"The Lord of Corruption?" Hearing this name, Margaret's expression suddenly became serious. "So, the scavenging hounds gathered here are actually the work of that old immortal?"

"It is not certain, Lady Margaret, but it is definitely related to it."

"Tsk... that old man... he always has bad intentions."

The conversation between Margaret and Engla aroused Irons' curiosity, and he asked, "Who is the Lord of Corruption? Do you have any conflicts with Margaret?"

"You have a conflict with me? Haha, it's not just me." Margaret sneered, her eyes turned gloomy: "The old immortal Lord of Corruption has conflicts with twenty generations of Demon Kings!"

"Twenty generations!?" After hearing this number, Irons couldn't help but wonder: "How long has this guy lived?"

"Hmm, why else would I call him immortal... In terms of strength, that guy is ranked in the top three after me. With his impressive strength and long lifespan, he has always coveted the Demon King's Castle and my position as the Demon King."

"He wants to overthrow you and establish himself as king? Ha... Why don't you just kill this obvious traitor first? Anyway, Margaret, you are better than that guy."

Irons raised his doubts, and Margaret sighed helplessly and said, "Besides, it's not easy to kill him, he has many ways to be reborn.

Moreover, the corrupt swamp in his territory is not a place that normal demons can set foot in. The deeper you go, the more concentrated the corrupt toxins in the swamp become.

The large army couldn't get in at all, and even the demon generals had a hard time entering the deep swamp. Only one or two demon lords and I, who were few in number, could ignore the home advantage of that immortal old man.

But the old guy just ran away when he couldn't win, and he exploded and hid when he couldn't escape. In short, he had many ways to come back. Everyone in the 20th generation of Demon Lord wanted to kill him, but they just couldn't get rid of him, just like..."

"Like mold..."

"Correct!"

"Ha...it seems that the demons are not united." Ains sighed.

Margaret sighed with a bitter face and said, "The old immortal Lord of Corruption is just one of them. There are many Lords who disobey me, and the reasons for their disobedience are different. I can't just kill them all...

Of course, the old immortal Lord of Corruption must be the one who must be killed. Now that old immortal has reached out to the Demon King City again, it is obvious that he is planning something.

Engla, find out when these scavenger hounds started gathering here."

"No problem, Lady Margaret."

Engla nodded and slowly retreated. Then, Margaret grabbed Ains's hand and suggested, "We have finished our inspection. How about we go back to the Demon King's Castle first?"

"Well...I'll listen to you."

Immediately, with a whirlwind, Margaret spread her black feather wings, picked up Ains in her arms and flew into the sky towards the Demon King's Castle.

Feeling the strong wind blowing across his face, and the softness brought by Margaret's heart, Ains felt that he didn't have to count on Margaret to teleport back to the city when he was present...

When the two flew back to the gate of the Demon King's Castle, the maid guarding the gate hurriedly reported: "Lady Margaret, Mr. Irons, Priest Garcia is waiting in the hall."

"Gassia? Is she here?"

Margaret immediately quickened her pace and walked into the Demon King's Castle, while Ains followed Margaret curiously and asked, "Who is the Priest of Garcia? Is he the Demon King?"

"The Banshee Priestess, although she is not a demon king, her power is no less than that of a demon king."

Margaret walked quickly towards the hall while explaining the situation of the banshee race to Irons. However, when Irons heard that the entire banshee race was guaranteed to reach the seventh level, he was still a little shocked.

Wow, with such a high-quality race sitting in the Demon King's City, Ains suddenly felt that those demon lords who wanted to attack the Demon King's City chose a strategy line of hell difficulty.

"Didn't I tell you before that among the current demons, the old immortal Corruption can be ranked in the top three below me? Do you know who the other two are?"

"who is it?"

"One is the Lord of the Black Tide, and the other is the former Banshee Priestess. Of course, that assumes she's still alive. But with her strength, even though she's gone mad and disappeared, no one should be able to threaten her life."

As the two chatted, they came to the hall. The current banshee priestess, Gasia, was sitting in the hall waiting quietly.

Irons originally wanted to ask what happened to the former banshee priestess who went crazy and disappeared, but seeing that he was already in the hall, he could only suppress his desire for knowledge.

"Gaxia, sorry to have kept you waiting. I just took Ains out to inspect the factory that is being built outside the Demon King's City."

Garcia held the scepter and shook her head gently, responding: "It's okay, Lady Margaret. The quiet environment can also help me think about the classics. I am very fulfilled while waiting."

As she spoke, Cassia turned to face Irons, and Irons looked at her eyes covered by bandages, and couldn't help wondering whether this banshee could see him.

Soon, Irons's doubts were answered. Garcia accurately revealed his identity while blindfolded: "I guess you are Mr. Irons. I have heard of your name for a long time."

"Um... hello, Ms. Cassia."

"Uh-huh?"

In response to Irons, Cassia nodded, but then she let out a surprised exclamation, and then quickly used her snake tail to get close to Irons, looking at him at a distance that Irons felt was a bit aggressive, and occasionally coming up to smell him.

This sudden closeness not only startled Irons, but also Margaret. She was alarmed and, without any respect for the banshee priestess, she shouted, "Gaxia! What are you doing!?"

This shout startled Garcia, and then she realized her loss of composure, and quickly bowed and stepped back from Irons, saying with a smile, "I'm sorry, Lady Margaret, Mr. Irons, I lost my composure just now.