The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

After the sick saint tortured the person in charge for a whole day, he finally lived in the room arranged by the person in charge. Before entering, he showed off his cute doll that could bite to the person in charge again. Don't stop until you get a compliment.

While operating all this, he was still expressionless as hell.

Person in charge: ... crazy!

After closing the door, the saint raised his hand that was bitten tightly, and pinched the pair of small ears with the other hand.

"Crack", Aresio gave him a wing, and let it fall down.He thumped twice in mid-air, and rolled onto the table beside him. Because it was too round, he almost turned over.

No wonder Aresio didn't turn into a bat much, no matter ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later.The blood race should like the bat form very much, because it is dexterous and concealed, and it can monitor the prey quietly even if it is hung upside down, but Aresio's bat form...

Too chubby.

Feeling awkward too, Arecio stood firm on the table and quickly got to the point.

"I'll go out tonight to have a look, the point is to meet that nightmare alone."

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Luzius asked.

"No, you are too conspicuous, besides... that Nightmare seems to hate you more than the person in charge." Alessio paused and immediately added, "Of course, it should be because your clothes are closer to the temple. Be hostile, remember? When we were on the northern front, the nightmare farm that Delvi mentioned, and there are so many nightmare horns..."

Having said that, his expression became uneasy.

"The southeast branch has always focused on nightmares. At the moment when it seems to be controlled by the temple, I have to think more about the relationship between this place and that farm."

After the agreement, the psychopath stayed behind to attract attention, while Arecio, who was not on the list originally, could travel without any worries.The night branch is still brightly lit, but it may be to express the intimacy with the headquarters. The small dolls delivered by the headquarters have been decorated in many places, and basically there is one hanging every few steps.

Aresio's bat form is not very agile to fly, so he walked along the shadows.When someone passes by or the machine patrols, they stay in the shadows. If they can’t hide, they just spread their wings and pretend to be dolls.He has now suspended the simulation of functions such as body temperature and heartbeat, making it difficult to be found.

The saint who stayed in the room also dialed the communication of the head of the branch slowly at this time.He dialed very skillfully. After a few rings, he hung up. The person in charge on the other side quickly called, and he waited quietly for the ring to finish before calling back and hanging up.

The person in charge was tortured to the point of crying!Fortunately, it finally got through!

"I want to see the staff who took care of Nightmare Brendan during this period, as well as the doctor." He requested that the headquarters itself has the authority to investigate the branch. The person in charge originally thought that after experiencing the busy day, this request Will bring it up the next day.He couldn't refuse, so he had to agree first, and then urgently contact the relevant personnel, and let the worms in their bodies work.

Even Theo couldn't control every worm. What he adopted was a tree branch jurisdiction model.The person in charge of the high-level branch is mentally controlled plus insect egg control, which can retain most of the thinking ability, which is very beneficial for daily work.The lower-level staff do not need too much thinking ability, as long as they can complete the work.

The southeast branch is no longer the southeast branch, but a nest of large worms.

Staff were removed for investigation and replaced by robots, used only for this temporary care.Machines are easier to control than humans, as long as the program is modified, Alessio guessed that Theo thought so, and coincidentally, he thought so too.

Hiding behind a doll bat, Aresio pulls a tiny contraption out of the shadows.He lightly activated the device, and the next second, the monitoring screen in the corridor seemed to vibrate slightly, and the quiet corridor screen began to play in a loop.The person who kept an eye on the monitor didn't notice anything wrong. This was a very ordinary night in the branch.

The chubby little bat fell to the ground and regained its human form in an instant.He let go of the device in his hand, and the device automatically flattened into a thin layer of screen, the holographic projection was turned on, and a miniature version of pupil appeared on this small platform.

"Hitomi, invasion." Aresio said softly.

A dazzling light wheel unfolds on this miniature pupil, and the permissions of the room are released one by one, and the relevant visitor information will not remain.The nightmare in the room seemed to be aware of it, and stepped uneasily, and then he saw the metal fence of the room slide open to both sides, and a figure slowly walked in.He suddenly tensed up, lowered his horns, and prepared to defend himself.

However, what came in from outside the door was not the light, but the blood race that came with darkness.

Brendan raised his head, and the vampires who slowly approached him seemed to be fearless, not wary of his one-horn and notoriety.The blood race came slowly, and the familiar power also spread. Brendan felt it during the day when a doll bat was placed on his head.

The blood race finally stood still in front of him, without turning on the lights in the room, only a little light from the corridor, and his backlit dark rose-colored pupils faintly reflected light.

"Brendan, is that so?" The Blood Race said, "I'm the Blood Race, Arecio, let's talk."

Nightmare was speechless for a while, and then he stepped back vigilantly to create a safe distance.

"Are you also here to be a lobbyist? Like other dark creatures who came to visit me?" He seemed a little angry, and began to sneer, "Don't waste your efforts! I just hurt people, and I just hate those humans and light creatures! If there is a chance, I will still do it! I..."

"You don't look like a dark creature raised in a childcare center." The blood race spoke slowly, and Brendan lost his words in an instant, and then continued slowly after a while.

"You... how do you know?"

The blood race smiled.

"The children raised by the center are all well-behaved children. I can't say that being well-behaved is bad, but they don't have the pressure to survive, and naturally there is no flame in their eyes...Although they are better after being educated now."

"You are different. You have eyes full of nightmares."

Eyes full of nightmares... This is the first time Brendan has heard someone describe his eyes like this. Recently, he has received descriptions such as "violent" and "uneducable". In the farm, he received comments such as "disobedience to discipline" and "sooner or later he will be killed".

"I know you are still wary of me, and I didn't expect you to trust me completely. I came here just to ask one thing." Arecio asked slowly, "Where is the Nightmare Farm? "

There seemed to be a thunderbolt exploding in Brendan's mind!He heard his four hooves staggered on the ground a few times, revealing the shock in his heart.The blood clan stared at him closely, obviously not deceiving him, but really knowing that there is a nightmare farm.

"How do you know?" Brendan was shocked.

"On the northern front, I met Delvi, a high-ranking member of the temple. Maybe you are more familiar with her. She has some of the abilities of nightmares."

Of course familiar!That devilish woman!Brendan immediately thought of the bloody scene of taking horns, and remembered how that woman seemed to be intimately cultivating a relationship with a certain nightmare, just to integrate the other party's power more smoothly... The nightmare breeding under Delvi's rule The field is an out-and-out hell on earth!

"Of course I do! Damn her! She..."

"She is dead," said Arecio, "my bat killed her."

dead... dead?Brendan froze in place, feeling incredible.Of course he thought about taking revenge on Delvi, but Delvi was so powerful that his horns couldn't kill her, and now, the blood in front of him said lightly that Delvi was dead.

"She actually said a lot of things before she died, and the nightmare farm is one of them. We have been searching for traces of this farm, but the temple is too cunning. But now, we found you in the southeast branch, who are obviously in a dangerous environment. Nightmare growing in the forest, so is the farm near here?"

"I...I don't know." Brendan found himself answering something, and unconsciously responded to the question of the blood race in front of him, "This is not an excuse, I really don't know. I grew up on a farm, The nightmare that will be horned in the future was suddenly transported here a few months ago to replace it with the nightmare that was originally kept here."

"I was given medicine the whole time, and I was hidden in the mezzanine of the warehouse where the supplies were delivered. I didn't even know how I got here."

Hearing such an answer, Aresio was not overly disappointed, he pondered for a while.

"Can you tell me... the situation of the farm? Of course, if you find it difficult to recall or can't bear it mentally, you can tell me, I won't force you."

Those dark memories are indeed the scars in Brendan's heart. Even in the comfortable environment now, he has not forgotten it for a second.He looked at the vampire on the opposite side again, carefully observing the expression of the other party, hoping to find the slightest trace of cunning or deceit.

However, no.

The blood race stared at him frankly, his eyes drooping slightly, and his heart seemed heavy.

He was feeling sorry for the nightmares.

"Actually, there's nothing we can't say." Brendan's tone eased, and he was no longer full of spikes. He just recalled it, and then slowly said, "We usually come from breeding farms, and we are usually raised for 20 years. Finally, take the horn, take the blood, take away everything that can be taken away, and finally extract the dark power."

Arecio was silent for a while, "Nightmare has a lifespan of 500 years."

Brendan froze for a moment, then grinned as if trying to smile.

"So it's been so long. I thought it was only 50 years."

500 years sounds like a long time, and the farm does not know if it has a history of 500 years. Brendan only knows that the oldest nightmare he has ever seen was in his 40s, and he was specially tested in the laboratory. Death has become the benchmark for all farm nightmares to estimate the maximum value of their own population.

After he was taken to the childcare center, no one told him anything about it, but he was constantly detained and irritated, and he couldn't control his emotions and temper more and more. When he hurt others, he regretted it.So after telling what he knew about the farm, he asked about the injured person.

"Is he okay? I... I was too angry at the time. Although I avoided the vital point, it should still hurt."

Alessio remained silent, and that silence made Brendan realize something.

"He...isn't well?"

"He's dead." Arecio said softly, seeing Mengmeng's shocked and confused expression, he deeply felt that this was indeed a child under 20 years old.

"But...but..."

"It's not your fault, even if you just stabbed his hand, the branch will let that person die from wound infection."

Brendan still hung his head, his thoughts were in chaos at this moment, guilt and confusion messed up all perceptions.He felt that his unicorn was being held, and he backed away quickly, for fear that he would cause another dead person.

"It's okay, I said it, it's a conspiracy." He paused, and moved closer to Nightmare's ear.

"Let more nightmares and even dark creatures—a plot beyond redemption."

"you you……"

Arecio straightened up and let go of his hand, he smiled at Nightmare.

"And I'll smash it."