In the mist, the black-haired boy glared at the blood-red name in the suddenly changed environment. Although the shadow of the mist could not be seen for the time being, it was just a name that had already caused a violent impact on Roja.
Roy Acate.
This is an unforgettable name for the Acate family, and it represents one of the most prosperous periods of the family.
After all, Vincent’s era is too far away from now. In the past few hundred years, Acate’s Patriarchs have more to bind the glory of the family to Roy, the chosen son. Roja can be said to have been since he was a child. I grew up listening to his story.
Roja, who understands Roy’s journey, naturally knows that this old ancestor also studied at St. Freya College, but the specific situation has not been documented in the Acate family. As for this kind of thing in the opening ceremony, Luo Ya thought about it, but didn't care.
There is no other reason, the odds are too low.
St. Freya College was founded more than 900 years ago. It is estimated that the number of preceptors is over a thousand. The possibility of encountering his own family is almost negligible, and it is not clear whether Roy is a preceptor.
From a certain point of view, Roja’s idea is correct. He did not meet Roy in normal channels, but it is obvious that the situation is not normal now. The return after defeating the Ring Guardian is not triggered, but seamless. Connected to this piece of hills and plains.
There have been strange fluctuations in the Secret Realm recently.
The words of Mentor Chris echoed in the teenager's mind, making Roja immediately vigilant. There is only one secret effect in the night of the devil, and that is the invalidation of death and injury. Then, after the fluctuations occur, does this function still exist
Roja didn't know the answer to this question, and didn't want to use his own life to verify it. He stared at the bloody red light that represented killing intent, almost a conditioned reflex of the curse, and he sensed the threat from the outside world, Gulandal Petra has also been dispatched.
"This feeling... is also [Crown]."
"Little guy! Be behind me!"
A hoarse and majestic voice followed one after another with some eager female voices. Gulandal's huge body appeared at the forefront, while the giant snake made of rocks surrounded the young group with its body. The two ancient gods simultaneously He looked forward, and under everyone's gaze, the fog that was blocking the figure finally dissipated.
Under the fog was a young man with long black hair. He was slender, dressed in an old style dress hundreds of years ago, with boots on his feet, and a few medals representing honor, a long cloak and black. The hair drifted along with the breeze, and the golden pupils were as bright as stars, adding a layer of majesty to the slightly weak face, and even a finishing touch.
What a nice view.
This was when the fog dissipated, Roya Akate's most direct and true feelings.
The black-haired boy was stunned. He never expected that Roy Acate, his ancestor more than three hundred years ago, would have completed a first sighting of him in this unknowing secret realm, and the fog was drifting. The black hair fluttered, the strong sense of danger and the weak face complemented each other. This violent contrast and unique temperament brought Roja's surprise almost comparable to that of Alisa and others.
Judging from the medal on the chest of the costume, Roy was supposed to be participating in a grand ceremony in the academy when he was shadowed, so he did not carry a weapon. This is undoubtedly good news, but judging from the blood of the Akat family, is there any Weapons have little effect on combat effectiveness.
Roja stared at the figure in the distance with a lot of thoughts in his heart, and as if feeling Roja's sight, the young man with long black hair also raised his head slightly.
The moment the golden pupils met, Roja's pupils contracted slightly, and suddenly there was a very strange feeling, and at the same time, Petra's shout suddenly came.
"No! Don't look into his eyes!"
The Earth Mother reacted very quickly, but it was still too late. At the moment when he looked at Roy’s pupils, Roja’s consciousness seemed to float out of his body with a sense of unreality. His movements and expressions were at this moment. As if freezing, the response of the curse quickly decreased, and the light on his body was extinguished by the naked eye.
The shouts of Gurandal and Petra could not reach his ears. The bodies of the two ancient gods disintegrated with the contraction of Roja's curse. When the breeze blew again, the young man on the hill was next to him. There was nothing, and on the other side, the young man with long black hair also stepped forward and wandered in the direction of Roja.
Illusion, this is an ancient spell that has existed since ancient times, but with the passage of time, the ancient fantasy creatures gradually perished, and this terrifying spell gradually faded as it disappeared.
One of the horrors of illusion is that it is silent, and the other is that it is difficult to crack, especially when the enemy is only single. The ancient illusion is a spell of death, burying the enemy in a flash.
The level is meaningless before this ancient spell, and the effect of blood is minimal. Illusion is an examination of the heart. Whether it is a high god or a mediocre mortal, it is equal. At this time, Luo Ya has also fallen into a long period of time. Dream.
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At this time, Luo Ya was sitting on the seat of the cinema, staring at the constantly changing screen in a daze.
The soft seat makes people feel more comfortable, the surrounding stereo sound brings a sense of high-level, the fragrance in the air is relaxing, Roja's brain is blank, as if waiting for the disk of the content, and the constantly changing image in front of it is The information allows the teenager to start watching naturally.
It is a short but long story that belongs to a young man alone. The perception of his own destiny, the pursuit of cultists, the corpse mountain on the streets of the Holy Capital, the blood on the ocean deck, the devastating calamity and the unknown enemy, one after another The difficulty appeared, as if it stretched without end.
Looking at the busy youth who can't see the end, Roja's heart inevitably thinks like this:
That's enough, right
When will we have to work hard
Almost able to rest.
A deep sense of exhaustion breeds in the heart of the young man, unconsciously rolling up the inner spiral.
Since he was aware of his own destiny when he was a child, Roja’s life has been living in tension and busyness. In order to survive, he struggled to survive. He always tried to increase his extraordinary strength. In the days when his father was away, he tried his best to revitalize the territory. At the age when his peers are enjoying themselves, he has done a lot of things that shouldn't be done at this age, and he has also taken on a lot of burdens that shouldn't be borne.
In return for this, he survived many crises and successfully avoided the fate of becoming a villain, but after one crisis passed, more crises followed.
I don't know when it started, a faint sense of exhaustion floated in his heart, and it was gradually difficult to conceal it. Even if there is more honor and Luo Ya is a human being, and people will be tired.
Besides, does such an effort really make sense? Did he really avoid death
Roja doesn't know the answer to this question, but he knows a cold fact.
For thousands of years, the blood awakened person of the Acate family has never lived to be thirty years old.
Whether it is cautious like Vincent or talented like Roy, they have not been able to break through this age. The haze of his young death is like a curse covering the sky above Acate's house, and people can't breathe.
Has such an effort prevented death, or is it just a waste of a different path
While thinking about it dimly, Roja suddenly felt that when the image in front of him was put to the last moment, he would be truly relieved. He was not surprised or resisted by this idea, but watched silently. The changing light and shadow illuminate his tired face, his eyes are no longer in the long play, until a word suddenly reaches his ears.
"...They forget the family, the country, and the human situation. When the responsibility is dusted, the desire for indulgence blinds their minds and leads them to destruction."
The words of the old man from the podium came into Roya's ears, and there was a strange power inexplicably, which also made the young boy's stiff face fluctuate for the first time.
Family, responsibility...
The deafening voice reverberated in the dim space, causing Roya's mood to fluctuate slightly. The black-haired boy stared at the changing image and suddenly felt that something was missing.
What is it...
The teenager thought about it, the next moment, the father who is strict with himself but is too tolerant to his children, the righteous sister who is clingy but pitiful, the angel who is graceful but occasional headaches, the kind and gentle but bold fiancee, more and more people The figure of's exploded in the young man's heart, and the transformed image also began to flicker.
It is different from when he first came to this world. Roja is no longer a lonely person in the Acate consulate. The line of destiny has been entangled with more and more people in the process of revising, and now it is difficult to separate each other.
"If you take a break, it seems that you have to get the consent of many people..."
With the fluctuation of light and shadow, the eyes of the black-haired young man gradually gathered lustre, and at the same moment in the academy, the white-haired old man by the window also smiled with a stick, and Antonio looked at the misty forest with deep meaning. To the humanity around me:
"Tonight is the night of roses in full bloom."
On the hills, the shadow of Roy with long black hair has been strolling in front of him for at least a year, and his slender palm turned into a blade to reach Roya's throat. However, the palm of his hand has not yet approached, and a touch of cold has quietly arrived.
It was the silent, ever-freezing air covering the young man. When the enemy's fingertips touched it, the cold air erupted like a sea wave, and the erosion of frost rose inch by inch along the palm of his hand.
"Um?"
Doubts came from Roy's mouth, and the ancestor's shadow raised his head and looked at the eyes of the young man in front of him, seeing that the silent golden pupil was lit up like burning for some time, and the eyes from the contracted pupils were like substance, and they turned suddenly. His direction.
The four eyes are facing each other, and the murderous look is vertical and horizontal.