The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Brendan stood up again, his whole body began to burn with black flames. He threatened the staff with his sharp unicorn, watching them retreat in panic one or two.

"What's the matter?! Why isn't his black flame restrained?"

"Quick! Get a gun! A long-range attack!"

After all it was trained staff, and armed personnel came one after another. Brendan knew that he could not delay any longer. His black flames began to ignite the fence, and after violently burning, a large fence collapsed to the ground, and the nightmare suddenly panicked. Back.

"Don't retreat! Let's escape!" Brendan raised his voice, "Forget the dream we had last night? Let's escape! Go to see the stream, the lake and the moon! The outside world will accept us, where we can Live for five hundred years!"

This time of five hundred years shocked most of the nightmares, but the fierce guards gradually approached, and the inertia of being imprisoned and enslaved for a long time made them subconsciously shrink back.

"We can't... Brendan..."

"I can't live outside..."

"Hei Yan has also been sealed, how can he rush out only with a single horn?"

The nightmares all wore collars around their necks, and Brendan had also worn them, but they had been removed after arriving at the branch for realistic acting, and there was no time to wear them again. Without Black Flame, the nightmare's attack methods are really limited, and they can't attach it to the four hoofs and run fast.

Brendan looked at his shadow subconsciously, but Areciou hiding inside did not say a word, which made him clear that it was his own battle now.

Dahu and Mingyue lightly landed in his soul again.

In front of the guards and staff who surrounded him, Brendan took a deep breath, and he took the initiative to extinguish his black inflammation.

"Then don't rely on Heiyan," he said calmly, "rely on dreams."

Arecio, who was hiding in the shadow, finally smiled. He felt the dream power of Brendan's body gradually expanding. This was the foundation of the nightmare. The dream spread, and more and more nightmare's unicorns were driven to start to flash. This brilliance was not the light when the black flame was used, but the colorful, dream-like light.

"We escaped from the dream!"

Brendan stepped on the ground, and Arecio allocated part of his attention to the communicator, which showed that the military had completely surrounded the valley.

This time the rescue will be won again...

Suddenly, Arecio's heart sank, and he instantly jumped out of the shadow to restore his human form. The sickle and the hook were staggered and sparks splashed! His red pupil opened slightly, the rose growing in the shadow world, the hook immediately returned to defense, cutting off the roots of the rose that had not yet grown!

Sudden changes made Brendan, who was preparing to lead his family into the dreamland, look over.

"Areci?"

"Run! Hurry up!" Arecio didn't have much expression on his face. "The military has surrounded this place. As long as you walk through this valley from your dream, you will be completely safe."

"...What about you, Areci?"

The nightmare's excessively sad and worried sound made Arecio look at him inexplicably.

"What do you understand? This is far from a situation that can threaten me. I let you go faster, just to avoid being too distracted to avoid hurting you by mistake."

Brendan breathed a sigh of relief, he nodded to Arecio, and led his family into the dream, the guard's whip and the light of the gun flickered everywhere. Arecio tidyed up his already neat coat, yawned, showing pointed fangs.

The person who fought him briefly just walked out of the shadows slowly, the sea-blue eyes were full of haze, and the brilliant blonde hair seemed to be soaked by the haze. It can be said that this is a painful and completely in line with the aesthetic standards of the temple People who hate deep.

Alessio bored a label in his heart. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that this person was a bit familiar.

Have you seen it before?

Sure enough, the other party watched him quietly for a while and spoke slowly.

"Meeting again, Arecio."

He bit the name of the blood clan, hateful, but it seems that it is not just hate. Alessio had seen this kind of look in his former neuropathy, but, how can I say, he would feel cute when the neuropathy stared at him like this, and now... it doesn't make him happy. Of course, the most important question is...

Who is this?

It's no wonder that he can't remember, Arecio, who holds the memory of goldfish, has very interesting brain divisions. One area needs to be remembered, and even some staff in the childcare center will deliberately remember it, because there is a need; the other area is a temporary memory, and you can search through it for details and the like. The time will be emptied.

Now, the latter division of Arecio obviously does not know how many times it has been emptied.

His slightly hesitant expression was seen by the hunter, and the hatred came to his heart again, and the hunter laughed at himself.

"Except for Ruzius, who else can you remember?"

After a pause, he continued.

"Even if you have forgotten, now, don't you ask my name?"

"I'm past the age when I like to speak harsh words, there is no need to ask." Arecio replied very simply, "People who will appear in the temple of this farm, they can only be accomplices, and I will kill you. "

"My name is Amon." The hunter spoke regardless, and the holy sword he wore on his waist began to tremble.

"It's just for you, who will kill you... Hunter."

Just as this sentence settled, Amon's pupils suddenly shrank, and his powerful body twisted after several modifications, allowing him to avoid the assault of the blood race. He looked at the red pupils of the blood family that opened completely before him, and finally, the blood family finally looked at him squarely, after he said that sentence that was destined to offend Alessio.

"You are really unpleasant."

Alessio said, he has completely moved Killian. For those with neuropathy, one is enough, and he only accepts neuropathy.

Amon finally got what he wanted, he drew out the holy sword and stared closely at the blood in front of him.

He has been looking forward to this moment for too long.

***

The sage rides the griffin and glides low in the valley. Of course he can fly at a faster speed, but he has to cooperate with the pace of the military to restrict his speed to where he is now. At this low speed, he could even look at the communicator distractedly, and he was bargaining with Hitomi.

"I want to see what happened to Areci, I know you can do it."

[This is not included in our transaction. 】

"If you do this business, there will be no repeat customers."

【……】

"It's just a little bit, aren't you watching yourself now?"

【……】

Hitomi didn't want to be too entangled with this neuropathy, so he released the picture directly.

The saint looked at the screen, his hand holding the communicator gradually tightened, and finally he smiled. Griffon had a heart-to-heart connection with him, and the next second he made a decision, he roared, flapped his wings and lifted into the air, flying to the farm like a meteor!

In the farm, the escape of the nightmare caused chaos around. Arecio has also figured out the level of this hunter, and seems to have undergone some cruel body modification, able to do things that humans can't do, and even inspire more than ten% of the power of the holy sword. The holy sword restrained the dark creatures, and Alessio didn't want to be injured, so he chose to avoid it all the time.

The hunter fought with him several times, and his eyes became brighter and brighter as if he had completely fulfilled his wish.

"I have waited for a long time for a day." Amon said, the overuse of the holy sword made his arm crawl with scarlet cracks, but only when the holy sword was used, he would get Ale. Western Europe treats each other with straight eyes, and he keeps using it like a madman. Taking into account the nightmare below, Arecio mostly defends, and his mood is getting worse and worse.

"I have received many transformations, these transformations can make me qualified to stand in front of you! I still..."

are you crazy! It's not cute at all! Arecio was so angry that he gritted his teeth, he even began to think about the open domain crush, and he felt that that would make him very cheap.

Just as he struggled, a familiar voice suddenly came from above his head.

"Areci."

It was just called a name, and there was no information, but the long-term tacit understanding made Arecio react immediately. He teleported away from the place, and the saint riding on the griffon whizzed down. Amon suffered a heavy blow and fell to the ground. After the roar and smoke, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the surrounding ground cracked.

The saint jumped off the griffin and landed on the ground. He didn't mean to wait for the opponent to get up. The sharp-pointed chain fell vertically. If it weren't for Amon to roll and avoid in time, I am afraid it would be full of holes!

"Cough...cough cough...you..."

Amon stared at the saint in the white cloak, their eyes and hair color were similar but different. They used to share a common position, but only one was favored by fate, and that person was never himself.

Ruzius didn't speak, nor expression, Yu Guang said when he caught a glimpse of Arecio trying to lean over again.

"Areci, help those nightmares, here is me."

Arecio can't help it! He really doesn't want to fight against a sick and strange opponent, he should let the neurosis go up to fight the poison with poison, he believes that the neurosis must be able to poison the opponent!

"Don't go..." Amon struggled to get up, the saint had already moved, just blocking Arecio's back from leaving.

He didn't even want him to take a look from his back...

But it doesn't matter, he has become stronger. If the opponent was at the northern front level before, he can deal with it! Then catch up with Arecio again!

However, the saint stretched out his hand into the void beside him, the holy spear emerged, and the terrifying power caused the holy sword to scream in an instant. Amon could hardly stop the instinctive trembling of his body, and the other side's figure seemed to become extremely large. He was breathing hard under the heavy pressure, like an ant looking up at a high mountain.

Why... why can he suddenly become so strong? ! Shouldn't their gap be so big? ! !

The saint who had already restored all his memories raised his eyes, even if he knew that the opposite was the former colleague, there was no pity in those extremely beautiful sky-colored eyes.

"I don't like dreamers very much."

He said softly, his tone could be called soft.

"More annoying, daydreamers."

***

Amon knew that he was going to die, his body was telling him, but he was too unwilling, he wanted to breathe, he wanted to open his eyes, and he wanted to search for the figure of the blood race. To his surprise, he actually opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him was blurred at first, and then gradually became clearer.

"……do you died?"

It was the blood family who was talking.

"died."

The saint answered steadily.

Do not! He is not dead! He can fight again! Look at him! Look at him!

"You are dead! I found the relevant documents of this farm just now. Are the hunters in your temple such a bottom line? This kind of organization also takes over... Why do you look so deep?"

"I'm considering the issue of compensation, you pay me."

"what?"

"Your map cannon hit me, it hurts."

"..."

The voice stopped, or it was so small that he couldn't hear it when he was dying. Amon widened his eyes laboriously, and he looked at the two people standing together. They gathered together and whispered something, then the saint raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch the fangs of the blood clan. The blood race looked at him and gave him a sip of his finger. The blood poured out and was licked clean without wasting.

Then the wrist, and finally the neck.

The blood clan quietly lay in the arms of the saint, the saint lowered his eyes, and the left light turned to his side.

[You have seen it all, right? 】

Amon seemed to hear the saint talking.

[Then you can go on the road. 】

The chain pierced through the heart, and in his dark vision, the blood family raised his head, licked the remaining blood from his lips, and wanted to turn his head to look at him. The saint quickly twisted his head back, and the blood family who had just eaten the blood looked a little embarrassed, and turned his head back.

Amon finally knew before he died.

No one can intervene between them.