The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Not to mention how anxious Aresio was about the possible embarrassing situation. After sending the blood race away, Ruzius sorted out today's records and lay on the bed, trying to cultivate sleepiness for himself.

It had been four days, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and he was extremely exhausted, relying on his will to maintain his state of depression.He went to the medical office, and Zhu Heng couldn't give the exact reason. He just suggested that he could try to lie back in the coffin. After all, he had slept in it for a long time, so he might be more accepting psychologically.

The method may be good, but Luzius will never try it unless it is absolutely necessary.

That was the coffin of the blood clan, and he was the hunter who hunted the blood clan...

used to be.

He closed his eyes, and some messy memory fragments began to disturb him, which happened frequently recently.He couldn't stop thinking of the towering buildings of the temple, the bell towers, the doves, and the great silver cross entwined with thorns that had been crafted by skilled craftsmen.The silver cross casts a shadow against the light at sunrise, covering the square in front of the temple, and devout believers kowtow and pray.

He felt that the memory fragments seemed to be longer this time. The old self was preparing to start a day of study and training. Before leaving, he glanced at the silver cross. Suddenly, the young saint noticed a black mist floating on the horizon in the distance.

That is the sky of the dead of the Lich.

The sky shrouded the site of the temple, the light was squeezed out, and only the thick darkness spread.The temple immediately sounded the alarm, countless elite hunters came out, the priests chanted the spell of protection, and the light on their staffs fluttered like fireflies in the black tide.

Under the sky, the girl lich tapped the scepter lightly, and a large number of priests fell down.Then the huge black shadow skipped over the Lich and glides to the top of the temple where the glorious silver cross of thorns is located.

Blood clan, bat wings, befriend the lich, able to resist the brilliance of the silver cross...

Arecio!

"Luzius, child, come with me!" His teacher pushed the door open, his tone was urgent but still steady.

"This is a rare opportunity for you to observe. We will assign the most elite hunters to fight against him. Of course, those hunters are far inferior to you in the future. You are the blade that only cuts at the blood prince." The old man said, and brought him here Go to the oblique tower facing the silver cross, and then issue an order through the remote crystal.

"Counterattack!"

Many magic cannons fired at the same time, the holy light illuminated everything, and the priest who came up again sang again, but this time the girl lich remained motionless, only the vampires still kept their eyes on the silver cross, and the angle of the bat wings behind him began to change, and he was about to landing.

"Evil blood! You will be condemned by God!" The most outstanding hunter rushed forward. The temple not only trained hunters for a powerful dark creature, but also trained many ordinary hunters. The outstanding one is now facing the hunter Amon who is at the same time as Luzius.

The hunter roared and rushed towards the blood clan. His hook, magic and sword all carried a killing intent that would never return. He thought that after so many years of training, at least... At least he has the power to fight...

The blood race teleported behind him, all attacks failed, and he even chatted with ease.

"……your name?"

The hunter's pupils constricted immediately, and Luzius, who was watching quietly in the tower, also clenched his fists tightly.

He didn't understand what the emotion was surging in his heart at this moment, he only knew that a strong sense of suffocation seized him. In this memory, he thought that he was angry and unwilling for his companion who was about to die. I thought so too at first, until...

"A...Mon..."

The vampire smiled brightly. When he laughed, he would show the tips of his fangs, and his dark rose-colored pupils were also full of energy.

"Good name." The blood clan laughed and praised, "It's suitable for engraving on the tombstone."

The hunter was caught off guard, and the blood clan disintegrated all his defenses with one blow. The hunter was thrown deep into the ground of the square, twitched a few times, but survived.

The blood race is undoubtedly letting go, why?Luzius thought with himself in the memory, if it was him just now, if he faced the blood race, he would have done better, he would have defended that blow, and even had a chance to counterattack, he would definitely let pride fly The blood race fell to the ground, and they would definitely not leave the stage in such a mess just after meeting each other.

Why is he not allowed to face the blood race now? !

He must...he must...

The saint's fingertips dug into the wooden window sill, and Luzius, who was looking at this memory now, read his own voice in the past.

[The one who was asked by name and word should be me. 】

He has committed a crime.

he is--

jealous.

Alessio worried all night, and finally fell asleep while worrying. After waking up, he temporarily put aside this worry and began to think about what to eat in the morning.

Ai Li has become more reassured about him recently, and the childcare center is very safe, so she no longer comes to his room to report for duty every day, but makes an appointment to meet in the cafeteria.Arecio went to knock on the door next door, and the saint opened the door after a while dressed neatly. It seemed that he was ready, but the blue and black in front of him became more and more obvious.

"Staying up late again?" Arecio tutted twice, "Humans are different from vampires. No matter how I stay up, it won't show on my body. You should stay up less."

The saint was silent for an unprecedented time, without the slightest intention to reply to him, Aresio frowned suspiciously, and suddenly leaned in front of the saint.

"God... Luzius, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing his name from the blood clan, the saint's body shook slightly, and then lowered his eyelashes to conceal the change in his expression.

"It's nothing." He replied as calmly as possible, "Last night I remembered something from the past, about you... destroying the Silver Cross."

This is one of Arecio's achievements, he still remembers it, and nodded happily upon hearing this.

"I remember that too."

Luzius clenched his hands tightly, and he told himself not to ask, not to ask, it would only deepen his sins again, but despite his rational advice, he still pretended not to care and asked:

"I'm a little curious, why didn't you kill that hunter."

After asking, he immediately stared at the expression of the blood race.He had imagined the expression that Khan Duo might have on the other side, or suddenly realized, or smiled slightly, but he found that his predictions were all wrong...

Because the blood race looked at a loss.

He had to add some more, nominally as a reminder, but in fact, he was extremely concerned about everything.

"You asked his name and let him go."

Alessio thought hard for a while before he smiled and said: "Is there such a thing? To be honest, I don't remember if there is such a person. What did I say at the time? I am [-]% sure that even if I ask the name, It's just to make a harsh word."

[It's a good name...suitable for engraving on a tombstone. 】

Luzius felt his wrinkled heart stretch out like never before. He looked sideways at the vampire next to him, showing his sharp fangs because of a slight smile, and looked at him with a pair of deep rose-colored pupils. The rose tattoo filled his entire face with a kind of magnificence unique to dark creatures.

The vampire doesn't remember the hunter, or even that it happened.

"So, what's that person's name?" Arecio was a little curious when asked.

"...There is no need to tell you."

The saint quickened his pace, leaving behind Aresio who was a little dazed.Arecio buffered on the spot for a while, and suddenly lost his temper.

"Crazy! Then why do you let me recall the past?!"

He took back what he thought was crazy and well-behaved before!This is a neurosis!Is hanging him fun? !

Hearing the movement of the blood race behind him quickly following him, Luzius took a deep breath to suppress the smile that was almost floating on his lips.His left eye still warned him with sharp pain, but this time, he chose to ignore it.

He remembered the continuation of the memory last night——

The silver cross of thorns fell heavily to the ground, and believers mourned loudly around the corpse of the cross.His teacher was also among them, tears slowly flowing down his old cheeks, and when he raised his face again, there was already deep hatred.

A monster with the body of a lion and the tail of a scorpion also slowly emerged from the black mist behind the Lich.It also shed tears of hatred, with its front paws in front, bowing deeply to the blood race.

This is the king of manticores, the tower built by Queen Delvi, was cast with the tails of its people, and the blood clan completed revenge for its tribe.

Because he was looking at the memories, he could clearly see the expressions on everyone's faces, the hatred, timidity, fear and ulterior motives.He remembered what the blood race had asked him to think about. Even if he himself had committed a crime, even if his teacher and friend had stronger beliefs than him, the chance of breeding malice could not be said to be zero.

He still has a lot of time to think and testify in his own memories.

The world is no longer pure white in his eyes.

He himself is the source of the stain.

In order to welcome Aresio's arrival, the army raised a gray screen to ensure that the sunlight would not harm the blood race.Alessio finally ended the topic of neuropathy and insomnia before he got off the car. If he hadn’t set off to go to the medical office, he would have been kept in the dark by the neuropathy. Of course he listened to Zhu Heng’s suggestion, and planned to treat the neuropathy tonight. Push back that coffin to see what's going on.

The old marshal had some business for the time being, and he could only meet with them at noon, but he specially arranged for the adjutant to take them for a brief tour.Arecio looked at the emblem of the griffin head in the military department, raised his head and asked:

"There are still griffins here?"

Griffins are very different from manticores, probably like police dogs and huskies in comparison.Griffins are naturally good at following orders, possessing crystal wall magic and flames, and their huge wings make them kings of the sky. Sign a contract with a griffin and become a partner who shares weal and woe.

Alessio remembers that there was once a neuropathy, who was lucky to live 300 years and died.

After all, the temple will freeze psychopaths, but it will not make great efforts to freeze griffins.

"Yes. Although the headquarters does not have a large-scale training ground for griffins, there are also small venues for griffins to live in." The adjutant introduced, "If you are interested, I will report to the marshal and take a look in the afternoon."

Alessio's eyes lit up when he caught a glimpse of the neuropathy, and he nodded simply.

Just go, although he can see visual fatigue, the neuropathy at this stage should not have seen many griffins.