The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

There is nothing happier than being able to eat after the war, at least Arecio thinks so. He licked his lips and was in a comfortable, slightly drunken state. He didn't protest when he touched his head with a neurosis.

"Go chasing the nightmare?" The saint suggested to him, and Alessio shook his head without thinking.

No, he just wanted to be paralyzed when he was full.

"Or do you want to stay and clean up the mess?"

At this time, Arecio opened his eyes completely. He looked around and saw the messy scene.

There is no need to hesitate now, this scene is left to the military to deal with, they are going to chase the nightmare!

The gap in the dream has not been closed yet, and they can easily catch up with them with their abilities. On the boundless wilderness, at the end of fire and dreams, nightmares are running in groups, the sky is moonset and sunrise, and their feet are constantly weaving and extending dreams.

"Areci!" Brendan was very happy to find that they were catching up without incident. He shook his head and motioned for Arecio to fall on his back.

"This is the dream we weave together! It can extend so long!"

For the nightmare who had mastered the dream for the first time, it was really great. Arecio sat on Brendan's back and gave a few praises. He can see the neuropathy next to him with his head sideways, the other party's cloak flutters in the nightmare's speedy rush, and the golden thread thorns on it has been replaced by a bird at some point, without restraint, as if flying.

The saint noticed his gaze, and turned his head, the beautiful sky-colored eyes reflected Arecio's figure.

"It looks like a black tide." He said softly, sharing his feelings with Arecio, only to find that the blood family was staring at him in a daze.

"Areci?"

Arecio abruptly retracted his gaze, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.

"...Like."

He seemed to be shy, and didn't want to admit it, he didn't say anything no matter how crazy he was.

However, only he knew what he was holding in his fisted hand.

——A light-spotted elf.

The nightmares are protected by the military and will be transported directly to a place suitable for their lives tomorrow. Areciou returned to the Southeast Division together with the neuropathy, and it was completely silent here. Arecio looked at the neurosis and waited for him to explain.

"I should have handled everything." The saint only said.

"Myself? But the staff here are not..." Of course Arecio knew that the staff here were almost all from the Eastern branch. Originally, he planned to let me avoid this matter a little bit, but he didn't expect to follow up with him. When it came time for the farm, I had already settled it all.

"His psychic domain is very suitable for dealing with these worms. Anyone running out will be a total disaster."

The reason is like this, but...

"Alessi." It was my voice, which seemed to be calmer than usual. Arecio looked up, and saw a young man with a broad-sleeved brocade approaching him, but the piece of talisman paper on his forehead was missing.

I walked to Alessio with a smile on my face, and just opened my arms, I was held down by the saint.

"Do you have a radar on your head?" I smiled.

"What are you talking about, I don't understand." The saint was expressionless.

It's okay to play stupid, my smile cracked a little, he decided to take some coercive measures.

"Sisi! I want a hug..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt he was sealed.

I:"……"

Although he had great respect for the **** of his own clan, Suizhi, but at this moment he still wanted to dissatisfy him, why he gave this guy such an annoying domain.

Arecio only heard the first half, with an inexplicable expression.

"What do you want? Are you hungry?"

I tried to open his mouth without moving. He took a deep breath and gave the saint next to him a retrograde backhand. Regrettably, the training of the temple was very strong, and the saint's face did not show any strangeness.

At this time, the right to speak is clearly in the hands of those who can speak.

"He's hungry." The saint said surely, Arecio really believed it, but the branch was completely empty, and they needed to go to the military's temporary station to eat. On the way to the meal, he saw the bodies of many staff members being carried on the aircraft, and there was someone nearby who recorded relevant information. This was a death count that was a few months late.

Arecio looked at me. The other person was very quiet. He didn't cry, but he didn't have any other expressions.

He didn't know what I thought, even if he wanted comfort, he couldn't start.

I was going to have a meal with a mental illness. Before leaving, he took a deep look at me. He knew that the emperor had something to say to Alessi.

"I'm okay, Alessi, I know I am doing the right thing." I actually said actively, and he lowered his eyelashes. "From the moment they were completely swallowed by the worms, they were actually dead. What's the point in the event."

He gradually raised his head, with a gleam in his eyes.

"I didn't even dare to liberate them, but I remembered the story of Arecio that I had heard."

"……my story?"

"Yes, your story." I affirmed. "It gave me courage when I wanted to shrink my head and give this to someone else."

"I am the emperor, in a sense, the leader of the tribe, not only to protect, but also to be able to terminate at some point."

"Just like Areci did...Areci?"

Arecio woke up like a dream, he shook his head and smiled as if nothing had happened.

"That's because you haven't heard the complete story. I have also had many cowardly actions, which eventually led to the deaths of many innocent people. At most, before everything was irreversible, I finally made up my mind slowly."

"This is already very good!" My eyes are bright, "It's a good result, isn't it?"

Arecio was silent for a while, but he was still surprised that the past in the dark clouds would be regarded by someone as a source of courage. Thinking about this, his consciousness seemed to have returned to the dark court, and the prime minister held his hand tightly, as if holding the last hope.

[Great... There is one more... There is another living...]

[From today, I will teach you, I will assist you, and you will become the king of this country! 】

——But he didn't want to be a king at all.

But no one listened to him anymore, and no one cared about his dreams. They just ecstatically surrounded the only surviving heir to the throne, and then tilted the weight of the entire kingdom towards him.

What else can Arecio say? If he is not a king, the country will fall into chaos, the people will live in turmoil, and those children who may have the same dreams as him may lose their dreams. What to do, the prime minister who has worked hard to find him from the people has provided the only way.

So he only asked the Prime Minister one question.

——What about the first sixty-three heirs?

***

After dinner, the branch was cleaned up, and they can still live in the original room of the branch tonight. Arecio refused to continue to bind with the neuropathy, so he got an extra room and closed the door. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the optical brain opened automatically, and the image of Hitomi's clone was suspended on it.

Arecio didn't talk to Hitomi for a while, he released the light-spotted spirit from his pocket. Suddenly being detained for so long, the elf was afraid that he had done something wrong, a little frightened, and wanted to get closer, but also a little scared.

[Areci? 】

"Don't follow me anymore." Arecio didn't answer Hitomi's inquiry, but said to the elf. The small light spot moved slowly, and stopped in place pitifully and shook his head.

[There will be more and more elves. 】

"Will there be more and more?" Arecio had a headache. He really couldn't avoid the elves' active following, "Let them follow you first."

[No problem, but this is not a long-term solution after all. You have remembered it, so fate begins to declare its love for you, and the elves will gather around you, just like before...]

"...I remember?"

[Looking at the nightmare, you think of Styx, don’t you? 】

"..."

Arecio instinctively didn't want to continue this topic, he simply let himself think of something else. The affairs of the Southeast Division have been handled, and public opinion has been well controlled. If he follows the original plan, he should return to the headquarters and take this opportunity to let the dark creatures become independent in one fell swoop. But now, perhaps because of a bad mood, he didn't plan to let Theo go just like that.

Every time you shrink back like a tortoise, do you really think you won't be overturned by the shell?

"Theo and the Temple can't be given too much time." Arecio thought for a while, and finally said, "I transferred Lucy here, and Nightmare won't be in a hurry to transfer... the map."

Hitomi instantly unfolded the electronic map. This map was far more detailed than any one in the Federation. Hitomi would always give Arecio special treatment in every aspect.

"The thorny river is too obvious, it may be a cover."

[Do you want to check again? I have not yet fly high, and it will take some time to investigate. 】

"No, don't investigate."

Arecio closed the map, and in the dimly lit room, only his dark rosy eyes were faintly reflecting some light.

"I choose to destroy directly."

***

When Arecio knocked on the door of the neurotic room, he could already grab a spot of light and stuff it into a small bottle with him. Indeed, some dim pictures began to flash back in his mind, it was a black tide, but there was nothing else, but Hitomi said that he "remembered" this, then the physics of this scene should have been seen before.

But Alessio couldn't recall it, so he chose to stop recalling it.

The neuropathy was not in the room, and Arecio frowned slightly, communicating with the neuropathy.

[Arecio: Where are you? 】

[Ruzius: Where you want me to be. 】

[Arecio:? ? ? 】

[Luzius: The nightmare has been completed by the team, and the Lich is about to arrive. I will let the werewolves come over later... Is this your plan? 】

[Arecio:! ! ! 】

Has the neuropathy been able to achieve this level of insight into his heart? !

[Ruzius: I also prepared a little midnight snack. 】

Arecio arrived quickly, and the military has to cooperate with this operation, so it still needs some time to prepare. Arecio was biting a soft sandwich, beside me, I was yawning.

I cast him an awkward look, Arecio looked at the other half of the sandwich, and was about to pass it--

The saint immediately cut his head halfway.

"I specially ordered a big one, and I can't finish it for me."

I took a deep breath. Why on earth would he compare dogs to dogs?

The reorganization is complete, this time it will be led by Nightmare, and their unique ability to shuttle through dreams will be the key to this battle. This force will go through the dream and directly kill the stronghold of the suspected temple. Even with advanced equipment, it will definitely not be able to monitor this kind of dream shuttle.

The nightmares ran, and the dreamland began to extend outward.

The saint was originally looking at this scene from a distance, when suddenly, his expression changed slightly.

The nightmare has all been lifted, and the black flames are ignited, and they are rushing, like a magnificent black tide, and like—

Styx.