The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Arecio looked at the sunny road, and at the end Zhu Qing was mocking him wantonly and mocking the weakness of the blood clan. He thought it was a little interesting, but the broken buildings in the center and the dead people passed by him one by one, and his heart was completely cold.

He raised his left hand, and the night bird that had perched on his left shoulder spread its wings and flew in the shadows. His live broadcast has been closed, but Zhu Qing's illegal live broadcast is still on. The audience in front of the live broadcast seemed to understand what he was going to do. Although the people who played the double live broadcast were killing the Quartet in science, they still couldn't help but worry. This worry is not for the "fragile" dark creatures, but for the blood. Arecio.

[Sisi! calm down! The military has already copied it! 】

[Sixi just stop him here! He can't run! **** thing! 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[What happens when the blood is in the sun? 】

[It's like being burned, it's said. 】

On the side of Zhu Qing, Zhu Heng also tried to dispel Arecio's idea of ​​taking risks.

"Areci, don't take risks!"

Faced with so many good intentions, the ridicule and curse of the blood races who were once behind is not to be feared. Alessio still really likes the world, he thanks many people's kindness, so he should be rewarded. He will establish himself as the world, the strongest fortress of these people, the sharpest blade, protect them, and lead them forward.

He stepped forward and stood under the light.

【! ! 】

Brilliant light shrouded the black hair of the blood race, like a sacred wheel of light. This species that originally could not be light was immersed in the ocean of sunlight, and it was so dazzling. At first, because of discomfort, he closed his eyes slightly, but immediately, his deep rose-colored pupils opened completely.

What a brilliant scene! The blood between the youth and the young, embraced by the light, watched Zhu Qing. The sound of the night bird’s wings still echoed in the darkness, but he himself stood under the light, surrounded by glowing elves, who were about to follow his words. Dancing.

-Like being loved by God.

Zhu Qing thinks so.

Arecio felt a slight fever in the tattoo on his right eye. Every time he stood under the light, the tattoo would show his existence, as if trying to resist the suffering caused by the sun. He was grateful for this and looked up at Zhu Qing's shocked face.

"You look surprised?" He said lightly, "It seems that you don't know [Shenjuan]."

Then there is no need to make pre-war greetings. Zhu Qing’s ability is similar to that of the five generations of blood clan at best. With the descending of the generations, the blood clan’s strength can almost be called a sharp drop. In addition, Zhu Qing doesn’t know his gods. The temple in the next year did not seem to have learned much.

"God... family..." Zhu Qing murmured and repeated. In his trance, Alessio had already walked towards him, half of the cloak flying on his side. He walked faster and faster, gradually revealing the terrifying speed of the blood race. The long corridor was just a few breaths in his eyes, and if magic was added, it would be faster.

He disappeared in front of Zhu Qing in a certain second.

He used space magic.

Zhu Qing was horrified, the two guns fired around, the interlaced beams were enough to force any creatures who wanted to get close, but there was nothing. His reaction was not unpleasant, he immediately turned to the corridor next to him, no matter who it was, he needed a hostage who could hold it in his hand! At least...at least...

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of a black cloak in his peripheral vision. Before the dull brain and body could react, the sharp pain had reached his chest. The blood clan holding the black sickle in his hand was expressionless, his strength was slightly loosened, and he was almost cautious and left Zhu Qing alive.

Zhu Qing hit the wall heavily and coughed up a mouthful of blood, but Arecio did not pursue it. He glanced at the camera Zhu Qing had brought, and without hesitation, he destroyed it with a sickle, completing the task of handling illegal live broadcasts as mentioned before. Then, he said:

"Helgodon, what are you waiting for?"

The silver-white giant wolf's heart shuddered, and suddenly he let out a low growl, his icy blue eyes fixed on Zhu Qing, who seemed to be unable to move. Alessio did not give him any hint, but calmly watched him stay cautiously approaching. Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled slightly. At this moment, Zhu Qing bounced again, abandoning the long-range gun, drew out his short knife, and chose to fight melee. !

He determined the target as Helgodon, and if he could break through with luck, he would take the Lich as a hostage in an attempt to escape.

Helgodon was a little caught off guard. When Arecio was on the court, he usually relied on Arecio instinctively, but now Arecio chose to remain silent, and he was a little flustered for a while. Zhu Qing had previously caused a certain psychological shadow on him, even if he was as weak as an ant under Arecio, for Helgodon, he was an out-and-out enemy.

But the ancestor's singing echoed in his bloodline.

The rugged snowy song, with the rhythm of the colored glaze and the melody of the blade, almost the roar of the werewolf’s thirst—

"Roar—" The giant wolf roared, and the roar seemed to have generated a wave of air, forcing Zhu Qing to step back a few steps. His brain seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer, he wiped the underside of his nose, and his fingertips were stained with red blood.

"This is [Battle Cry]." Arecio stared at the movement of the giant wolf and gave a voice guidance, "Use less, it will consume the magic power, the werewolf does not have much magic power reserves."

After he finished speaking, he could not help but laugh when he felt Helgodon's vitality in the field rising steadily.

It seems that there is no need for him to say anything, the werewolves always grow fast.

Helgodon repelled Zhu Qing.

Just repelling, not defeating, Zhu Qing can become the principal of the offensive center and is still strong. Helgodon's ability to overcome his psychological shadow is enough for Arecio. He was even very satisfied. Before he arrived, the two children had done a good job.

The blood tribe’s fingertips moved slightly and rushed towards Zhu Qing of the exhausted wolf. A large shadow rose suddenly broke out of his body. The petals were so red that he wanted to drip blood, and the shadow vines began to wrap around his limbs, and finally Bind Zhu Qing to the ground completely.

So far, with the exception of a few areas, almost all the invaders in the conservation center have been controlled, and the situation has basically stabilized. Arecio quietly looked at Zhu Qing, who was struggling crazily on the ground. He felt that Zhu Heng came to him, unexpectedly, without pleading, just silent.

"He is a divine plover, I think you should recognize it, just like you can confirm my race the first time you meet." Zhu Heng smiled bitterly, "Zhu Qing injured his parents and left home a few years ago. I haven't come back since, I didn't expect to..."

He was silent for a while before speaking again.

"On the side of the Zhu clan, don't worry, I will say, Zhu Qing has participated in such a bad incident, and he should be tried."

"Actually, I'm always thinking, maybe I ignored him, I..."

"No, Doctor Zhu." Arecio shook his head. When Helgodon attacked, Zhu Qing was still cursing, cursing Zhu Heng, cursing Helgodon, and Arecio.

"It's not your problem, he's just... jealous."

Arecio's eyes seemed to see through Zhu Heng the father of the blood family in his memory. The other party always smiled gently, like a real gentleman, but the fire of jealousy under the gentle mask had burned to the point where Arecio had to be killed at some unknown time.

"Jealousy is a disease that cannot be cured," he said softly. "I have a deep understanding of it."

Zhu Heng was also silent. He looked at Zhu Qing who fell to the ground, only to feel that today's sun was particularly bright, and the bright light filled the surroundings. It reminded him of how he felt when he was suffering from a disease. This is not a wonderful association.

…It seems a bit too bright?

Arecio also noticed something. His excellent eyesight was able to capture every detail of Zhu Qing's body, and he clearly saw that some light spots began to gradually climb onto Zhu Qing's body, smudging the traces of collapse on the skin. Zhu Qing's eyes became very bright, as if he was also expecting, he violently stretched out his hand to Helgodon, regardless of his own attack, also tightly choked the giant wolf's throat!

"Ha...hahahaha!" He laughed madly, and Helgodon realized something was wrong and began to struggle with all his strength. The light spots on Zhu Qing began to climb towards him, and the hot heat enveloped Helgodon, causing the werewolf whose ancestors lived in the cold and snowy region to scream—

"Helgodon! Head to the left!"

Arecio shot! His sickle accurately cut down Zhu Qing's arms, and blood splattered on Helgodon’s fur. Helgodon stumbled, but he knew to hide to the side. Zhu Heng guarded him behind him and stared in shock. Zhu Qing's direction.

"Why... how come Gwanghwa..."

Fortunately, Arecio made the shot in time, Helgodon was unharmed, and Zhu Qing, who had no arms, lay on her back on the ground, still laughing.

"Do you think...you won?"

He couldn't bear his laughter, and as he laughed, blood was pouring out of the wound. He opened his eyes with cracked sockets, stared at Arecio, and said bit by bit with bitterness:

"I thought I could go back alive, but why did you come out..."

"However, Mr. Theo's plan must not be lost. We will all, all of us will do this..."

The last words he left in the world were almost whispering sighs.

"Give up your life."

His body was completely swallowed by the light spots and turned into a bird-shaped creature emitting a strong light. The light bird uttered a screaming cry, and in the light-filled void, countless light alien species were attracted and swarmed. Except for Zhu Qing, every surviving mercenary has undergone an abnormal change, and the Bright Alien Species instantly flooded the center that had been recovered.

Alessio's pupils were trembling slightly, he was not afraid of fighting, and it was the name of the dead man that made him so miserable.

"You said... Theo?"

Theo suddenly opened his eyes from a nap, took a few breaths, and slowly sat up, supporting his head with one hand.

He was dreaming again. In the rose manor under the bright sun, the blood clan broke down a blooming rose. However, when he wanted to go over and see the blood race's face up close, he was surprised to find that he was burning in the sun.

Theo woke up in shock, the burning pain as if still on his skin.

Nothing to sleep anymore, Theo looked out through the porthole, and the dark blue sea was empty under the night. This area is absolutely safe for him. It is a private sea area provided by a wealthy businessman who has completely trusted him. It is about 150 kilometers away from the headquarters of the conservation center. This distance is the limit of the teleportation magic mastered by the temple, and it will not be easily searched by the military, so he is here with peace of mind waiting for more and more dark creatures to be teleported over.

Because of the dream just now, he felt bad mood, just as he received the communication, the last person in charge of the southeast branch of the childcare center who could be drawn up also turned to them. A series of good news dilutes the negative emotions brought about by that dream, and Theo decided to leave this sea area and return to his Moon River Manor where the bright roses are in full bloom. Of course, he will take the best dark creatures from this trip.

He happily played with the red rope seized from us, wrapped it around his fingertips, and his loyal subordinates arranged for him to leave. Not long after, his most loyal deputy knelt down in front of him, indicating that everything was in order. Theo stood up, lovingly trying to hold my hand that was brought here.

"My child, you will start a new life."

Under the night, the Griffin galloped in the air with its wings. The various bonuses given to it by the saints made it not exhausted at all, and even the fighting spirit became more and more high. The saint lying on the back of the griffin is always calm. The special tracking magic of the temple is enough to track the target for hundreds of kilometers. No matter what way of hiding, he has a way to deal with it.

Like a hunting dog that smells blood, it will hunt down its prey to the end of the world—

This is the hunter of the temple.

However, Ruzius was not without a touch of emotion. He was only willing to play this cute game with Arecio, but now he wants to track others.

He felt unhappy.

The Griffon had already flown to the surface, and Ruzius began to raise his height so that the opponent would not detect him. The fierce wind blew his tied platinum semi-long hair, and the golden cloak seemed to hide the claws of a bird of prey. He pulled the height to the extreme, and the moonlight gleamed on him. He gently closed his eyes, and a huge and complicated magic circle formed under the Griffin.

This is a kind of space magic. At the same time, a symmetrical twin magic circle is deployed, and the other is hidden from the target close at hand. The wonderful thing is that this magic circle will retain the momentum accumulated in the omitted space, and he will take the power to dive down from a high altitude and make close contact with the target.

Ruzius personally likes this way of fighting very much. Everything that destroys the target in a flash, even the wailing of death will not be heard.

The Griffin froze for a while at the highest point, then under Ruzius' instructions, passed through the magic circle, and appeared on top of an aircraft in an instant.

"glow."

The saint's tone calmly added protection to himself and the griffon, and he had already seen the outline of the flying machine. The raid was over, and the next was a thorough sweep, so he removed his disguise to save mana, and suddenly a flaming silver star appeared on the sea under the night—

"boom-!!"

The comet descended, the debris of the aircraft shattered, and a huge explosion sounded throughout the sea. Some flames ignited and then extinguished the moment they fell into the sea. These flames flashed in the eyes of the saint for a moment, and all of them became inorganic cold.

The massacre began.