The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Arecio grabbed the collar of the self-proclaimed neurotic. He has now figured out all the strange points in the past. Combined with the situation in the mine, the neuropathy is obviously trying to entrap Theo behind his back.

"You...discuss with me about your death?!" Arecio bared his fangs angrily. "Your memory has not been restored. Of course, I don't know how difficult Theo is! I killed him by a narrow margin, yes. Luck! Now you are here behind my back and trying to fight him, what if you die?"

"..."

"Isn't it very courageous? Why don't you speak?"

The saint took a deep breath, as if to answer. Suddenly, he frowned slightly, his body leaned down, and the small space that restrained Arecio suddenly shrank.

"You, what do you want to do?" Arecio was nervous about his sudden approach. After confirming that he had feelings for neurosis, he didn't even dare to approach the refrigerator full of small notes. Don't mention being so close to the neurosis now. Can't get closer, if you get closer, he can't help...

The blood tribe's fangs bared his lips, and the darkness did not hinder the blood tribe's vision. Alessio saw the saint's slightly scattered collar and the exposed side of the neck with light blue blood vessels lurking. His own human physiological simulations have all stopped. At this time, the sound of blood surging in his ears, the smell of blood, and the shallow breathing that pounces on his cheeks from time to time, all... all...

Belongs to the saint he ordained.

"Sorry." The saint still apologized to him in a steady tone, "The gravity has increased and the pressure has reached my domain. I can't continue to maintain the original scale, and the situation may worsen."

After a pause, he continued quietly.

"Areci, I don't want you to misunderstand me, and I don't want you to hate me, so despite this situation, I still have to give you a brief explanation about why I want to contact the temple privately."

"I thought you... were scared."

Because I think you are scared, I want to protect you.

Arecio's pupils slowly contracted, and his hand squeezed vacantly on his chest, as if to hold on to something that he had lost in the past. There used to be a silver cross on his chest, something that was snatched from a previous neurosis and regarded as a trophy. At that time, the saint was expressionless, just saying.

[Take it whatever you want. 】

The saint paused, then said.

[Just as a carnival gift given to you in advance to get rid of the disaster. Recently, you seem to be...a little scared. Is there something going on in the blood? 】

Even Arecio's best friend, the girl lich, would only worry about saying "Areci, you don't look happy", because he is a powerful three-generation blood family, and he should have been fearless.

Only the saints will point out more sharply--

[Areci, you are scared. 】

Ruzius contracted his domain again. In fact, he didn't feel so strenuous. The domain grew much faster than he expected. The domain Arecio left in the pit was also constantly reducing the power of Nightmare Horn. , Even if it maintains its original size, he can actually support it.

But why should we maintain the original size?

After shrinking twice, he maintained the posture of supporting on the top of the blood clan, and the two were close to each other. He watched the blood race suddenly raise his hand, covering the deep rosy eyes, and he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

"Areci?"

"Don't...don't look at me..."

Arecio was covering his eyes. He was afraid that he would expose his red eyes. The blushing was partly because of memories and partly because of the close proximity to the saint. He knew that his eyes must now be full of longing for the blood of the other party, whether instinctively or emotionally, he almost couldn't help staying here to give the other party [Early Embrace].

"Your domain is still too weak. In the end, you won't have to rely on me..." He forcibly advertised himself to change the subject, and at the same time raised his hand, the power of darkness gathered, preparing to open his own outside the neurotic realm.

however……

The power of darkness dissipated in an instant, and Alessio stunned for a while, and tried again without believing in evil.

Release, collapse.

Release again, then collapse again.

"..."

Ruzius witnessed the whole process. He looked at Arecio who had been so dumbfounded that he had forgotten to cover his eyes. The color of the opponent's eyes was now darker red, which was a sign of blood thirsty.

He spoke slowly.

"Still relying on you?"

"……To shut up!"

Arecio was so furious that he temporarily ignored his desire for blood. He forgot that this is a pit filled with eternal dark stone. The exhausted eternal dark stone has been absorbing any dark power, and he himself is not immune to it. The power of darkness gushes out of his body like a flood of opening gates, on the side of the pit. The eternal dark stone on the wall is lit up layer by layer, and the entire pit is full of dark but brilliant colors.

Above the pit, the silver crusaders scattered in the mine hurriedly assembled. They gathered Delvy's body together, and one of them made a gesture of prayer, and was drained of vitality and fell to the ground. This sacrifice was repeated more than five times, and the fingertips of the corpse lying on the ground moved slightly, and the fine red blood began to squirm to connect the head and the body.

Delvey hadn't recovered yet, she had suddenly opened her eyes, and spit out instructions savagely.

"Into the pit, release the magic with all your strength and kill them!"

Temple Secret Art·Little Resurrection Art!

Delvey gave instructions repeatedly. The cruel experience of death made her just resurrected almost hysterical. She ordered frantically, but did not pay attention. The Shadow Rose climbing on the side wall sensed the threat and stopped breaking the nightmare horns. , But gradually merged into the wall, and began to transform the entire mine into a royal city under the red moon.

After thousands of lightsabers fell, Ruzius frowned slightly, expanding his domain so that Arecio, who was constantly losing the power of darkness, could lean against the cave wall. Such a posture would undoubtedly be more comfortable. The power of darkness in his body was almost disintegrated and lost, but Arecio's expression was very calm. He supported the cave wall and watched the surrounding area lit up by the eternal dark stone filled with energy.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Ruzius asked, his domain still couldn't resist this abstract energy capture, it was something that could only be done in the future.

Arecio shook his head, fairly relaxed.

"It just needs to be cleaned, Yonganshi is just such a thing."

But being drained of the power of darkness means that he can no longer use magic. Fortunately, he has left behind on the pit. At this moment, Ying Qiangwei is already spontaneously weaving the Red Moon King City.

Delvy was supported by someone and insisted on coming to the edge of the pothole. She watched the lightsaber fall like a rainstorm, her eyes filled with joy.

"Let me see how long you can support! No matter how many dark power reserves Arecio has, it will have to be completely emptied by this huge pit. How long can you support it alone? Three hours? Five hours? still is……"

As she was talking, she suddenly noticed something and lost her voice.

The eternal dark stones are full of energy. Now, these radiant stones are climbing all the way up from the bottom of the pit, and more and more eternal dark stones are lit up, emitting light like stars.

Bottom...middle...upper...

The hands of the silver crusaders casting magic were shaking slightly, and those shining eternal dark stones were like the countdown to death, now approaching their feet!

"Dai, Delvy-sama, this...this..."

"Calm down! Shut your mouth and continue to cast the magic!" Del Wei felt her voice trembling slightly, she didn't even dare to stand on the edge of the pothole again, backing a few steps back. However, how huge the pothole was, she could still see a part of the inside, the light of the Eternal Dark Stone continued to climb up like a urging countdown.

Her pupils trembled violently, and she almost screamed a monster! This is tens of thousands of eternal dark stones in an entire pothole! Enough to supply the huge dark power needed for the temple to consume for several years! Actually... Actually...

Already about to be filled!

How much dark power does he have? How many dark power reserves does that blood race have? Will this pothole be filled? If it's filled... if it's filled...

They no longer have the means to restrain Arecio!

Thinking of the consequences, Delvey's teeth trembled. She even asked the Silver Crusade not to take turns, but to release magic desperately. She herself stared at the brilliance of climbing upwards, and could do nothing but pray.

"No... it won't be like that... God will take care of us..."

At this moment at the bottom of the cave, Arecio was sitting bored in the field of neurosis. He can't use the power of darkness, which means that he has almost no remote means, and there are lightsabers and undissipated gravity outside, and it is even more impossible to go out. He can only greet neurosis boringly.

"You can't do it, my domain is about to be completed outside."

Ruzius glanced at him, really wanting him to try it out here.

"It doesn't take long."

"Oh."

"..."

Arecio covered his mouth and yawned, suddenly thinking of something.

"You tell me the truth, how long have you opened the domain?"

"More than half an hour."

"..."

"how?"

"Then your magical power and physical strength are indeed enough to support the completion of my domain, but there should not be much left." Arecio has a lot of physical conditions of neuropathy. Neuropathy is not his type with massive magic reserves. Neuropathy is truly What's strong is his subtle control.

"So, I just want to ask, I have no magic power, and you have no magic power, how do we get up?"

Ruzius thought for a moment and praised:

"good question."

"So big! I really can't get up!"

Ruzius didn’t matter, he wished to stay here for a while, because the blood race was leaning against the cave wall at this time, staying obediently between his arms, each other’s breath could be sensed, as if sleeping together in a coffin at the beginning. .

After getting rid of Delvy on the top, there is nothing wrong with staying a little longer.

Arecio really racked his brains over this issue. The situation in the camp is still unclear. They shouldn’t continue to delay here and want to go up from such a deep hole...

There was a thought that flicked through Arecio's mind. This idea was not just born, but had been lurking in Arecio's mind for a long time, and he could not speak the words after he considered it countless times.

Now is a good opportunity. He knows that this kind of thinking is an excuse his brain gives him, but he can't control himself not to think so. This is the best opportunity. He can use this opportunity to put forward it like a joke and test his neurotic attitude... …

In the darkness, he subconsciously licked his fangs, hesitated and couldn't resist the temptation.

"I have a good way." He started, trying his best to use a relaxed, joking tone, "I have wings. Give me some of your blood and it will grow out. Of course, you have to remember to pull me away in time. , Otherwise I can't control it, and I might just give you [First Embrace]."

He said softly and skillfully, thinking that such a concealment was perfect, but unexpectedly, the saint suddenly approached him, and a trace of sky-colored eyes flashed through.

"Is this what you always wanted to say?"

"I... I am..."

"During this period of time, I have always had a lot of thoughts, but do you want to tell me this?

"You think too much! I..."

"You want to give me [first embrace], want me to live forever, want me to stay with you all the time..."

The eyes of his sky suddenly overflowed with extremely bright brilliance.

"Areci, you think so, don't you?"