The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Not to mention how anxious Arecio was about the possible embarrassment. After sending away the kinsman, Ruzius compiled today's records and lay in bed, trying to cultivate drowsiness for himself.

It has been four days, and he has been unable to fall asleep for a long time, and his spirit is extremely exhausted, relying on his will to support his depression. When he went to the medical office, Zhu Heng couldn't give the exact reason, but suggested that he could try to lie back in the coffin. After all, he slept in it for a long time, and maybe he was more psychologically acceptable.

The method may be good, but Ruzius will never try unless it is absolutely necessary.

That is the coffin of the blood race, and he is a hunter who hunts the blood race...

Used to be.

He closed his eyes, and some messy memory fragments began to harass him, which happened frequently recently. He kept recalling the towering buildings, bell towers, doves of the temple, and the huge silver cross entwined with thorns carefully crafted by skilled craftsmen. The silver cross casts a shadow against the light at sunrise, shrouded in the square in front of the temple, and devout believers bowed and prayed.

He felt that the memory fragments this time seemed to be a little longer. The old self was preparing to start a day of study and training. Before leaving, he glanced at the Silver Cross. Suddenly, the young saint found a black mist floating on the ground in the distance.

That is the canopy of the undead of the Lich.

The sky shrouded the place of the temple, the light was squeezed out, and only the thick darkness was spreading. The alarm sounded in the temple for the first time, countless elite hunters came out, the priest chanted the curse of protection, and the light on their staff swayed like fireflies in the black tide.

Under the curtain of the sky, the girl lich lightly gave a scepter, and the large priest fell. Then the huge black shadow skipped the Lich, gliding towards the top of the temple, where the glorious Silver Cross of Thorns was located.

The blood family, the bat wings, and the lich as friends, can resist the brilliance of the silver cross...

Arecio!

"Ruzius, child, come with me!" His teacher pushed in, his tone hurried but still calm.

"This is a rare opportunity for you to observe. We will assign the most elite hunters to fight him. Of course, those hunters are far inferior to you in the future. You are only the blade of the blood prince." The old man said, bringing him here. Go to the oblique tower facing the Silver Cross, and then issue an order through the remote crystal.

"Fight back!"

Many magic cannons fired together, the holy light illuminates everything, and the priest who came up again sings again, and this time the girl lich is not moving, only the blood is still watching the silver cross, the bat wings behind him begin to change angles, and he prepares landing.

"Evil blood! Must be condemned by God!" The most outstanding hunter rushed forward. The temple not only cultivated hunters for a certain powerful dark creature, but also cultivated many ordinary hunters extensively. Among these people are many. Outstanding ones, now facing the hunter Amon, who was in the same period as Ruzius.

The hunter roared towards the blood clan, his hooks, magic and sword all carried a never-returning killing intent. He thought that after so many years of training, at least... at least he has the power to fight...

The kinship teleported behind him, all the attacks failed, and he even spoke some gossip with ease.

"…your name?"

The hunter's pupils suddenly tightened, and Ruzius, who was watching quietly in the tower, also clenched his fist tightly.

He didn't understand what the emotions were surging in his heart at this time. He only knew that a strong sense of suffocation grabbed him. In this memory, he thought he was angry and unwilling for his dying companion. He looked at the memory. I thought so at the beginning until...

"Ya... Mongolian..."

The blood race smiled brilliantly. When he laughed, he would show a little bit of fangs, and his deep rosy eyes were also flying brightly.

"Good name." The blood race said with a smile, "suitable for engraving on a tombstone."

The hunter was caught off guard, and the blood clan disintegrated all his defenses with a single blow. The hunter was plunged into the ground of the square, convulsed a few times, and did not die.

The blood is undoubtedly released, why? Ruzius thought together with the self in the memory, if it was him just now, he would do a better job facing the blood clan, he would defend against that blow, and even have a chance to fight back, he would surely let his pride fly. The descending blood race fell to the ground, and it would definitely not leave the field in such embarrassment.

Why is he not allowed to face the blood clan now? !

He must...he must...

The saint's fingertips dug into the wooden window rim, and now Ruzius, who looked at this memory, read his own voice in the past.

[Be·asked·name·word·of·ben·sho·is·me. 】

He committed a crime.

he is-

jealous.

Alessio worried all night, and finally fell asleep while worrying. After waking up, he temporarily put the worry aside and began to think about what to eat in the morning.

Ai Li has been at ease with him a lot recently, and the childcare center is very safe, and she no longer reports to his room every day, but makes an appointment to meet in the cafeteria. Arecio went to the next door to pat the door. After a while, the saint dressed neatly and opened the door. It seemed that he was ready, but the blackness now became more obvious.

"Are you staying up again?" Arecio tutted, "Humans and blood are different. I won't show up in my body anyway, so stay up less."

The sage was silent for the first time, without any intention of responding to him, Alessio frowned suspiciously, and suddenly leaned in front of the sage.

"God... Ruzius, what's the matter with you?"

Hearing his name from the blood clan, the saint's body shook slightly, and then he lowered his eyelashes to conceal the change in his expression.

"Nothing." He replied as calmly as possible. "Last night I remembered something from the past, about you... the things that ruined the Silver Cross."

This is one of Alessio's records, he still remembers, and nodded very happily.

"I remember that too."

Ruzius' hand clenched tightly, and he told himself not to ask not to ask. This would only deepen his guilt again, but as he managed to advise this way, he still pretended to ask indifferently:

"I'm a little curious, why didn't you kill that hunter."

After asking, he immediately stared at the expression of the blood clan. He anticipated the expressions that the other person might have when sweating, or suddenly realized it, or smiled slightly, but he found that those he had anticipated were all wrong...

Because the blood race looked blank.

He had to add a few more. It was a reminder in name. In fact, he was extremely concerned about everything.

"You asked his name and let him go."

Arecio thought hard for a while before he smiled: "Is there anything like this? Honestly, I don’t remember if there is such a person. How did I say it? I’m 90% sure, even if I ask the name, It's just to make a ruthless talk."

[It's a good name... suitable for engraving on a tombstone. 】

Ruzius felt his wrinkled heart stretch out like never before. He looked sideways at the blood race next to him. Because of a little smile, he showed sharp fangs. A pair of deep rosy eyes looked at him. The tattoo embracing the rose made his entire face full of a kind of beauty peculiar to dark creatures.

The kinsman does not remember the hunter, or even that incident.

"So, what is that person's name?" Arecio was also a little curious when asked.

"...There is no need to tell you."

The saint quickened his pace, leaving Arecio behind, who was a little dazed. Arecio buffered in place for a while, and suddenly lost his breath.

"Insane! What do you want me to do in the past?!"

He took back what he thought was crazy before! This is a neurosis! Is it fun to hang him? !

Ruzius listened to the movement of the blood family behind him quickly following him, and took a deep breath to press out a smile that almost floated to his lips. His left eye still warned him with a sharp pain, but this time, he chose to ignore it.

He remembered the follow-up to that memory last night—

The silver cross of thorns fell heavily to the ground, and the believers wailed loudly around the corpse of the cross. His teacher was among them, and tears slowly flowed across the old cheeks, and when he lifted his face, it was already a bitter hatred.

In the black mist behind the lich, a monster slowly walked out, with a lion body and a scorpion tail. It also shed tears of hatred, with its front paws placed in front, and bowed deeply to the blood.

This is the tower built by Queen Delvi, the king of manticores, using the tails of its people to forge, and the blood tribe has completed revenge for its tribe.

Because he was looking at the memories, he could see the expressions on everyone's faces, the hatred, fear, fear and ulterior motives. He remembered what the blood race had asked him to think about. He himself had committed a crime. Even if his teacher friend had a firmer belief than him, the chance of breeding malice could not be said to be zero.

He still has a lot of time to think and confirm it in his own memories.

The world is no longer pure white in his eyes.

He himself is the source of the stain.

In order to welcome the arrival of Arecio, the military department raised a gray curtain to ensure that the sun would not harm the blood. Arecio finally ended the topic of neuropathy and insomnia before getting off the bus. If he hadn't gone to the medical office before setting out, he would have been blinded by neuropathy. Of course, he would listen to Zhu Heng’s suggestion and plan to get neuropathy tonight. Push back the coffin to see the situation.

The old marshal has some business for the time being, and can only meet them at noon, but the adjutant specially arranged for them to take a brief tour. Arecio looked up at the emblem of the griffin head of the military department and asked:

"There are griffins here?"

Griffons are very different from manticores, in contrast they are probably like police dogs and huskies. Griffins are naturally good at following instructions. They possess crystal wall magic and flames. Their huge wings make them kings of the sky. In the era of Arecio, the Griffin Knights of the temple were majestic, and powerful hunters would usually be with one another. Only the Griffin signed a contract and became a partner of shared prosperity and disgrace.

Arecio remembered that there was one neuropathy once, and he was lucky to have a life span of three hundred years and died.

After all, the temple would freeze the neurosis, but it would not spend great effort to freeze the griffon.

"Yes. Although the headquarters does not have a large-scale griffon training ground, there are also small venues for the griffon to live." The adjutant introduced, "If you are interested, I will report it to the marshal and take a look in the afternoon."

Arecio's eyes lit up when he caught a glimpse of his neuropathy, and he nodded simply.

Just go, although he sees visual fatigue, he hasn't seen a griffon in the current stage of neurosis.