The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

When Arecio reported 120,000 points of concern for neurosis, he gradually discovered some unusual places.

For example, neuropathy pays more attention to his schedule. For example, neuropathy has had more time periods without being seen by anyone. For example, he has fed Arecio more times, as if he was hiding something...Arecio was holding it. Milk tea, lost in thought.

Of course, the last situation may be to surrender to his personal charm and voluntarily pay tribute.

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No, now is not the time to think about this. He deliberately follows the neurosis once to see what the other party is doing.

However, Arecio fell into contemplation again.

In the past, he was tracked by neuropathy. He really didn't try to track anyone in the past. He resisted the desire to learn from the neuropathy. Arecio heard the military communicator rang and knew it was time to take over. He got up, his cloak dropped, and when he opened the door, he saw the wind and snow blowing on his face.

The military predicts that there will be a big blizzard tonight, and they will advance the battle line before the arrival of the blizzard, and then quickly set up camp to spend this high-risk night. The reason why it is said to be a high risk is that there have been too many light bursts on the northern front. The light element has seriously exceeded the standard, and a lot of scorching light elements will be mixed in the wind and snow, which is a very serious threat to ordinary soldiers.

Arecio hurried through half of the camp. Although the wind and snow were heavy, he saw that the Griffin Legion had lifted off, showing an attitude that every second counts. He didn't delay anymore, searching for signs of neurosis while meeting Andrei, and then rushing to the forefront of the position together.

"Nerv... Where's Ruzius?" Alessio asked, and after being suspicious, every time the neuropathy disappeared, he felt very concerned.

Who knows Andrey replied:

"The front-line resistance was too great and it was a bit tight, so Mr. Ruzius was transferred over."

There was a gust of wind blowing, and the left-handed unicorn on Andray's head glowed with a faint white light. Surrounded by light elements, it became very easy to release light magic. He quickly expanded the enchantment, enveloped Arecio and himself, and resisted the strong wind.

"Marshal Olsen advises you not to take off today. The wind and snow are too big and you will probably be blown off the front." Andre continued. He heard Arecio’s cloak making a hunting noise in the snow. "Moreover, this time the light collapse occurred at high altitude. We have already taken measures to deal with it as soon as it landed, so there is no need to take off for the time being."

"I see." Alessio nodded slightly, "The wind and snow are too big, have Lucy and I withdrew?"

"Already at the safe rear, with Helgodon."

These children still have the eternal dark stone full of dark power given by Arecio again, so Arecio did not worry too much. After nodding in response, he rushed to the forefront of the battle line, what Andre said was neurotic. Where.

Maybe it was because today's blizzard was too noisy. Before he saw the neurosis, he always felt a certain kind of restlessness in his heart.

The unicorn was always on his side, and the opened unicorn family's unique barrier was very effective, and Arecio was able to free up his hands to kill more Light Alien Species.

Wind and snow have become the best concealment. Human senses will be affected by such a harsh environment, but the light alien species can travel unimpeded. It can even rely on high concentrations of light elements for short-distance transfer, which is really impossible to prevent. Arecio was calm and calm. He asked Andrey to inform Olsen, order to withdraw as soon as possible, and stay at the camp, in case he had seen the large-scale light alien infestation before.

"The front can be pushed anytime, not in a hurry." He warned that the recent advancement of the front must have given the military a lot of confidence. Olsen is already stable, but he is still tentatively trying to move forward. This is The nature of generals. But the more you get to this kind of time, the more you need someone to step on the brakes and pour a basin of cold water. Arecio is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

"Retire, all staff, return to the camp within half an hour."

Andrey conveyed his suggestion, Olsen accepted it without hesitation, and everyone began to withdraw in an orderly manner.

The location of the neuropathy should be very forward. Arecio wanted to continue in that direction, but suddenly looked around and didn't see Crawvenson. He sank slightly and asked directly:

"Did Crawvenson also play this time?"

"Yes, Mr. Crowvenson offered to fight."

"I think the recent succession of victories have dazzled his head!" Arecio was not polite, "Dark creatures do have a miraculous effect on light collapse, but he dares to stay on the battlefield for a long time after he walks out of the safe zone. ?"

"...I'll go find him."

Arecio changed direction, glanced at the location of the neuropathy, and decided to fish for Clawvenson first, and he might die if he didn't. It was also his problem. He only taught the dark creatures to move forward courageously, but forgot to teach them that all creatures have limits, and they have to go up before they grow well, and they may die halfway.

Andrey led the rest of the people back slowly, and Arecio slanted through the wind and snow to Crawvenson's side. All the light aliens along the way were killed, and in order to speed up, Alessio showed his sickle, and no light alien could go through a round under his hand. Through the wind and snow, he vaguely saw Crawvenson's figure, and before yelling, his eyes were sharp!

At the same time, a dense magical array suddenly appeared above Crowvenson, who was confronting a huge snake-shaped light alien.

"——Sacred judge!"

The holy light fell like rain, and Crawvenson closed his eyes subconsciously, but the pain did not come to him. A cloak brushed his cheek, he realized something and opened his eyes in surprise.

"Your Highness!"

The blood clan carrying the sickle guarded him, and the deep rosy red pupil passed through the wind and snow, and saw the attackers in the white cloaks with hoods. Although the attire is different from ten thousand years ago, and the magic is slightly different, from what they did to Crawvenson, Arecio saw the shadow of the Silver Crusade belonging to the temple ten thousand years ago.

The one who killed Helgodon and Kosinia, attacked the Sea of ​​Undead, and ended a kingdom that stretched for thousands of years in the east...

Temple Silver Crusade!

Arecio's red eyes widened little by little, and he burned these ghosts in white clothes and white hats into his eyes.

One of the members of the Silver Crusade made a silent gesture, and the group of people disappeared like ghosts, but Arecio knew that they had not disappeared. They were still hidden in the wind and snow, and they would rush up like a snake with a fatal blow!

The magic circle in the sky was recharged again, and the holy judge poured down like a torrential rain, and was blocked by all the blood races with black sickles. A few more arrows came from a particularly tricky angle. The group knew that Arecio wanted to protect Crowvenson, so they looked desperately at this weakness. Crowvenson was in danger, several times, and finally exhausted. All the patience of Arecio.

"Do you have a special device?" the kinsman asked, and did not expect an answer. "The device that allows you to walk freely in the wind and snow, the temple has always been very good at these skills."

No one responded, and the blood group chuckled softly.

"What you rely on is nothing more than this wind and snow."

The ghosts after the wind and snow were silent, and the magical light once again illuminated the surroundings, but this time, Arecio was completely tired of everything.

The fangs touched the blood family's lips, and the blood family ran across the sickle. A wisp of blood began to spread from the place where he held it tightly, and the red thread was entangled, as if the sickle had suddenly come to life. The sky was backlogged with the clouds before the arrival of Blizzard, and the greasy light reflected the blood family holding the sickle.

"It's over."

"I'm tired of it."

He cut to the wind and snow with a sickle!

A sharp and terrifying compressed sound tore through the entire space, and Crowvenson immediately covered his ears and built a barrier around him to resist the terrible sound. He smelled a little blood, probably because the attackers were caught off guard, and the blood flowed onto the snow. Crawvenson survived the terrible sound, and slowly raised his head, only to realize that something was missing.

Blizzard...disappeared?

In front of them, the Silver Crusade lost its cover and gradually exposed their figures. Some of them could not even avoid the sickle of the blood race. They were directly beheaded by the blow just now. What shocked Crawvenson was that they appeared at this time. The scene in front of him--

There was still wind and snow whistling from both sides, but right in front of them, the violent wind and snow was directly split by the blood clan with a sickle. The power of that sickle was still there, and no wind and snow broke into this place!

The surroundings became unprecedentedly quiet, only the sound of the blood clan hunting the remaining Silver Crusades.

Arecio beheaded the last Silver Crusade and tore off the opponent's hooded cloak, even the passing device around his waist. He copied the deceased's fingerprints and other personal information, put the cloak on his body, stood up, and glanced at the direction of the camp.

"Crawvenson, you go back first, with these energy-filled Eternal Dark Stones." He gave almost all the Eternal Dark Stones on his body to Crawvenson, leaving only the two that were left to him by the neurosis. Crowvenson only felt that his expression at this time was particularly solemn.

"His Royal Highness, what about you?"

"I'm going to find him." Arecio replied, and he asked Crawvenson to come over, cut his palm, and the blood turned into blood crystals under his magic.

"You take this, too. There is really something you can't cope with. If you eat it, it can break out for a short period of time."

Crowvenson gradually realized what he meant.

"Do you think the current camp is in bad condition?"

"Almost, there is a small group of the Silver Crusade. There are at least two other teams or more around, usually a multiple of three, which corresponds to their three main armies ten thousand years ago." Arecio said lightly, "Except for orders and prohibitions, In addition to completing the task at any cost, they also have one of the most disgusting characteristics. Because of this, I must rush to Ruzius as soon as possible."

"The characteristic is...?"

"Killing each other, they will kill anyone suspected of infidelity without trial."

Strictly speaking, the hunters do not belong to any main force, but the hunters will fight side by side with the Silver Crusade. It is ridiculous that, as far as Arecio knows, at least hundreds of excellent hunters in the temple died not because of battles with dark creatures, but by the hands of the Judgment Legion of the Silver Crusade.

The oath, the expedition, the trial... The three major legions, I don't know how many people in the temple themselves were killed, just because they suspected that the killed had shaken their faith.

It now appears that the temple ten thousand years later still inherits the system of the previous temple, and the Judgment Corps, which is good at long-range magic control field, has also partially arrived. Arecio is afraid that the primary purpose of these people is not to attack the camp, but to besiege neurosis. . There are three children in the camp that he taught with one hand. After using the Eternal Dark Stone and his blood, the combat power will soar. With the military's strength, there is no problem in keeping until dawn. By then, the blizzard will have passed.

Tonight, it is destined to be a snowstorm night.