The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

It turned out that from this time onwards, the neurotic bow and arrow had such speed and power.

Arecio was previously unceremoniously weakened by a wave, and unprepared, almost turned a griffon into a record of neurosis. But now that he has adapted, he won't want to grab a griffon from him!

The sky above the training ground was also shrouded in a gray curtain that protected the blood race. Due to the jet of griffon flames, several loopholes had appeared. Arecio chased a griffin too closely, and there was a beam of light on his face. He weighed it in his heart, and he still flashed past, using teleport to make up for the distance between the up and down, and another griffin fell down with a low growl.

This is the last one.

Alessio did not slow down. He glanced at the saint on the ground and began to accelerate and descend. The speed was getting faster and faster, but his pupils were getting brighter and brighter—

I have to scare this guy who got in the way!

His intentions were too obvious, Ruzius was highly vigilant, and the senses of his whole body were mobilized frantically. There seemed to be a phantom floating in front of him, but he turned around abruptly, and the blood clan who teleported behind him gave a tut, switching between himself and the phantom in a short gap. But the saint was so keen, his back turned to Ai and the adjutant, the improved musket raised the muzzle, but the blood race did not evade, even a slight smile appeared in the deep rosy eyes.

It's almost like he's going to plunge into his arms...

Between a flash of god, Ruzius knew that he had missed the opportunity, and the blood clan teleported twice in less than a second, and patted his shoulder from behind.

"Won!" Arecio pulled back a round, very happy.

"This shouldn't be..." Ruzius finally leaked a trace of emotion, "Even high-ranking kinsmen cannot teleport twice in a short time."

"...There is no rule that the blood family can't use space magic, right?"

"..."

The case was solved, space magic plus teleportation, no matter what, it was able to get close quickly, there was no solution.

The sage really began to think seriously about what he had relied on to compete with the blood race.

It's been a long time since Arecio mastered that nasty domain. He wanted to beat the gongs and drums to tell the world: After a few hundred years, Arecio is finally taking a shoulder game. I won again!

correct! Alice was live streaming just now! His heroic posture of shooting down a griffin and the scene where he was crippled by neurosis have all been recorded!

Just...right...

Arecio stared blankly at the camera Ari was holding in his arms. The transparent hemispherical lens was dim. He also learned some knowledge about filming during this period of time. Naturally, he knew that this meant that the camera was not working.

"...Ellie?" Arecio was still holding the last glimmer of hope, "It... since when did it not work?"

"When you jumped from the ground to the highest griffin." Allie affirmed.

"..."

The military aftermath personnel who had rushed into the field recovered the unconscious Griffins one by one. Arecio watched silently, and the adjutant suddenly heard a somewhat careful question from behind.

"His Royal Highness Alessio." The adjutant used the honorific name nervously, "I have witnessed... the whole process. Would you mind seeing the marshal now?"

Arecio was still depressed by the lack of live broadcast. Hearing this, he glanced at the adjutant. The adjutant subconsciously stood upright and stood upright, and after reflexively doing these actions, he realized that he actually subconsciously took out an attitude toward the old marshal.

"Of course I can." Arecio calmed down, "I want to hear the opinion of the old marshal in this attack."

The adjutant saluted immediately and respectfully led Alessio to meet the old marshal. The other military personnel in the aftermath of the field also more or less caught up with the end of the battle between Arecio and the Griffin, so when Arecio passed by, they also stood up straight and watched subconsciously.

"Arecio Temple...Areci."

Arecio turned his head, it was Alice, the nurturer who had been doing his best to him from the beginning was at a loss for a while, and then he bowed deeply.

"Thank you for saving me!"

She saw Alessio smile, and nodded casually. Under the watch of the military personnel, she disappeared at the entrance of the Griffin Training Ground with the saint. Ai Li also watched for a while, took out her portable optical brain, and found out the previous dynamics.

She deleted several.

The conversation with the old marshal continued into the evening, and Arecio learned that it might be a secret organization called the "Thorn Society". Regrettably, this organization has been hidden so far, and even the name is only a proxy for the military, because its members have thorn tattoos on their shoulders. The old marshal suggested to Arecio that everything will be business as usual for the time being, and they will follow the area where Hitomi is pursuing, and carry out a large-scale investigation.

Arecio glanced at the neuropathy beside him, who seemed expressionless, but actually thoughtful.

Saying goodbye to the old marshal, on the way back, Arecio stared at the video of the saint pulling the bow and arrow that the terminal pushed him, and his teeth were itchy.

In the end, it turned out to be crazy and handsome!

When he was about to block the video that made him angry, suddenly someone sent him a message. Arecio was a little inexplicable. He glanced at Alice next to him. He was dealing with some public relations issues of the incident and had a lively chat with the relevant personnel of the childcare center. He looked at the neuropathy sitting in the front row again. The other party was closing his eyes and rested. He noticed his gaze and glanced back lightly.

Arecio:?

At present, he has added two friends. Ai Li is needed for daily contact, and his neurosis is to transfer money to each other to speed up. Who can send him a separate message?

He clicked on the message. It was a map. He was not very familiar with the map of the Federation. An area was marked in red on this map. There is only one simple word at the bottom of the map—

【enemy. 】

The sender is Hitomi.

In other words, the guy who planned the attack was caught by Hitomi's tail, but why did he send it to him? Sending it to the marshal or even the childcare center is more useful than sending it to him... etc.

A three-dimensional topographic map was attached to the map given by Hitomi, and Arecio projected the topographical shape, and the pale blue three-dimensional map quietly suspended in front of him. After all, ten thousand years later, the terrain had changed so much that Arecio did not recognize him at all, but he stared at the red area closely. There is a place in this area where the waterway merges from the surroundings like thorns, with low mountains on three sides and one facing south, like a golden door bathed in sunlight.

"Ruzius." He called the saint in front of him, and the saint turned his head when he heard the sound, and Alessio showed him the map.

"What do you think it looks like here?"

The moment he saw the map, the sage's eyelashes trembled.

"...Where the temple is."

He said.

This unexpected discovery made the atmosphere between the two people a bit solemn.

Back to the nursery center, it is still next door, but Arecio feels that it is not the same as before. He flipped through the interesting news for a while, then put his light brain down again, he looked up at the stents in the dark above his head. The blood family usually doesn't fly very much, and these shelves are actually unnecessary.

Arecio jumped onto the lowest bracket, then continued upwards, and finally stopped near the top. The darkness completely surrounded him, and Arecio called up the map—the thorny river and the golden door. He didn't believe it was just a coincidence.

If there are still believers in the temple of the past ten thousand years later, then they must not have too good feelings for the dark creatures, and they are more likely to be the ones who advocate using them.

But Arecio didn't know if the current neurosis wanted to return to the temple.

There was a soft knock on the door, and Alessio was startled and jumped from a height to open the door. The saint in white stood outside the door, staring at him quietly.

"How did you modify the previous history?"

Almost no change! Because he can't remember much!

Arecio's eyes drifted slightly.

"The part of Taikoo... has been revised..."

"With all due respect, the Taikoo section is only one page."

"..."

"Only the ancient part is okay. I don't expect the efficiency of the blood." Ruzius took the thin page from Arecio, and now it has become two pages, with an additional page on it. Almost all of the dark gods are indeed not very involved in him, and some of his speculations are needed to be confirmed.

"Why do you want it suddenly?" Arecio tried to find a topic that wouldn't embarrass himself.

"A professional contacted me, and I sent him the parts that I had arranged before. It is said that it will be popularized to the public soon." Said the saint, "In the beginning, I was doing the Taikoo part, and Hitomi seems to be involved in it too."

Now Arecio is really looking forward to it.

Having said this, Ruzius nodded slightly, preparing to leave.

"Wait." Arecio stopped him. "Are you going to try to sleep in the coffin tonight? Aren't you still insomnia?"

Neuropathy can't leave him within one kilometer. If necessary, he can't accompany him to the room where the coffin is placed.

"The staff of the center have been asked to carry it to a nearby empty room, and it will not exceed one kilometer."

"…That's good."

"..."

"..."

"Please speed up the progress."

"Don't expect the efficiency of the blood clan... this is what you said."

"..."

OK.

I always feel that when the place that seems to be the temple appears, the two people become more subtle. In the beginning, after waking up from ignorance for thousands of years, in order to maintain the balance of light and darkness, he had to live in harmony, but now he has a choice of neurosis, and Arecio is not sure what he thinks in his heart.

Will he go to the place that seems to be the temple to find a companion, and then continue his more familiar life? It was much easier than before, and now the dark creatures are all dumb and sweet. As for whether he violated the law, hiding his suspected temple should not care about this.

Not only Arecio was thinking about these things, but the saint who handed in the manuscript and came to the room where the coffin was placed was also full of confused thoughts. He looked down and glanced at the articles he brought to read before going to bed. Most of them were related to the balance of light and darkness. He had learned a lot of things recently. Combined with his past memories, he seemed to have caught a mess. Of thread.

On where did the fire and rain come from...

Ruzius temporarily put away his thoughts, touched the coffin, lay in, hoping that he could sleep smoothly in the place where he had slept for 10,000 years as Zhu Heng suggested.

He closed his eyes and his consciousness sank down instantly, but he knew that this was not sleep, but memory.

His teacher, the most powerful hunter of the temple in the past, is teaching him, approaching the end, routinely emphasizing topics that must be emphasized every time.

[Ruzius, he is your enemy. 】

He heard his humbly response in his memories.

[Yes, Arecio is my enemy. 】

Today is a little different. The teacher said more and mentioned the second-generation blood family who is Arecio's nominal father.

[That is a very bad guy, just like any blood race in his bones, he lacks empathy for others. 】

[Kings know that we are training hunters targeted, they know you. I even know how the second generation of blood will introduce you to his children, just as I teach you at this time. 】

[He can say...]

The old man vividly and profoundly imitated a malicious and playful look.

[Areci, that’s yours...]

The last word bit between his lips and teeth frivolously.

【…playmate. 】