Arecio has been squatting in the shadow of nightmares and eating radishes these days. Although the neuropathy sometimes brings him some delicious food, most of the delicious things he thinks are not edible in nightmares. The number of smuggling It was destined to be too many, so Arecio could only nibble on radishes silently.
Nightmare seemed a little guilty about it.
"It's fine, in fact, I won't die if I don't eat, I'm just used to eating a little." Arecio grabbed the radish, in order to make sure that he was safe, he had enough blood every day, and other food was just icing on the cake.
"Are all dark creatures like this?" Nightmare had never left the farm before, and he was full of curiosity about his own kind in the outside world.
"Not all, there are all kinds of dark creatures."
Arecio is usually patient with cubs, and he tells nightmares about many different dark creatures, sea serpents, manticores of the headquarters, vampires, lichs, and dragons that have perished ten thousand years ago. He has seen too much and experienced too much, but the ordinary narration seems to be vigorous, and finally, he took out the badge of the Dark Creatures Alliance.
"It is already an organization that can stand on its own, and it is still growing. After this turmoil passes, it will surely have a lot of real power."
He lay on Nightmare's head and held the badge in front of him. The badge is small, entwined with secret snakes, and colorful. Such a dream-like badge seems to be far from dark creatures, but everyone who sees the badge cannot deny its connection with dark creatures.
At least that's what Nightmare Brendan is.
"I... Can I join?" he asked nervously, "Join the Dark Creature Alliance?"
He is learning very fast, he has mastered the basic common sense, and now he can apply to join the organization if he is not taught by himself.
"Dark creatures are eligible to join, even non-dark creatures can serve as advisors." Arecio said, and then he added conditions to this loose regulation, "However, you still need enough effort to join, think Want to see, what can you bring to the alliance?"
"I..." Brendan hesitated. He has been kept in the farm, and he can't do anything or interact with people. In this way, he...
"So, you have to take this chance."
"… Chance?"
"Yes." The little bat lying on his head flapped his wings, with a smile in his tone, "This is your chance! If you can save all the nightmares."
Saving others is something that Brendan never thought of. He himself is the rescued, how is it possible...
Suddenly, Arecio put away the badge and quickly hid in his shadow. Only then did Brendan look up and found that several unfamiliar staff were whispering, and the vaguely visible figure of the person in charge flashed past.
to start. Arecio thought in the shadows, they spent a lot of effort to force the branch to the point where it is now, just to make them exchange between nightmares. The cruel nightmare farm must not be ignored, and this southeastern branch, which has been completely decayed, should not continue to exist.
The former is up to him and the neuropathy, while the latter...
I opened my eyes, they were the usual black eyes in the East, but they were darker. His domain has long been opened, and now it is only spreading further. In his perception, the movements of the worms were all clearly visible, including the physical characteristics and behavioral habits they stole from the dead, all of which were completely "seen" by him.
The distance between the guardian and the god is usually very close, so Helgodon is as brave and good at fighting as Behemoth, Lucy sits on the sea of the dead, and he... In the psychic realm, he is the emperor who overlooks everything. !
"It has already started, and it is expected that the nightmare will be replaced within two hours." He said, mainly to inform the saints around him. He is very skilled in doing these things. After all, they also cooperated ten thousand years ago. Although the salvation of the world failed in the end, that is the reason why the temple is too powerful. The current temple...
No, they can't be taken lightly. Once the gods don't care about their fate, they will be crushed in an instant.
"The military communication, a staff member who was secretly transported back has been inspected and confirmed that the individual died on the spiritual level." Rutius said lightly, "The inspection of the individual insects that had appeared in the Emerald Inner Sea showed that they were dying. At that time, the eggs will be released, and in order to avoid more victims, the surrounding area has been blocked, and non-proliferation is the highest priority, and the remains of the victims are preserved as much as possible.”
This is the certification of the official authority. In fact, the people who are currently active in the branch have been dead for more than a month. The death list is listed by the relevant department, and it will only be announced after all the dust has settled.
I look down.
"Let Mr. Clausenson withdraw together, and the branch will not leave any of our people."
"Okay." Ruzius didn't intend to disturb him. He had just received the last message from Arecio, and the Nightmare had been replaced. After the Nightmare Farm, Arecio would immediately send back the location information.
* * *
Arecio is floating in the shadow of the nightmare at this time. In order to hide, he can't see the outside world now. He can only realize that they are on the road through a few bumps and twists. An aircraft with a mezzanine inside flew out of the branch, and no one could have imagined that there was also a nightmare inside.
After everything had calmed down, Arecio emerged from the shadows. The space in the mezzanine is very small, and Nightmare can only curl up tightly. If he is not in the form of a bat now, he can't even show his head.
Brendan fell asleep after being fed the medicine, and Arecio dragged out the medicine hidden in the shadow and gave him a shot.
"Don't move, I can't make you look up here." Arecio reminded, "Be patient for a while, in fact, I think it's better for you to fall asleep on the road."
But Brendan shook his head. It was his own request to stay awake, and he didn't want to be slaughtered by others who were completely useless.
It was an uncomfortable position to be curled up, and he patiently opened his eyes in the dark, when suddenly he felt Arecio move to the edge of his head.
"That's good, you can let your consciousness sink into the dream, it won't be so uncomfortable, and you can wake up immediately if there is a threat from the outside world."
"But... how?"
Arecio was expressionless.
He is just a blood clan, but so far, he has taught werewolves how to attack, taught the lich how to use undead magic, and now he has to teach the nightmare how to enter the dream, it is really difficult for him.
"I remember it seems like it needs to be imagined?" He wasn't quite sure. "Nightmare can weave a dream, just think about the scene you want to see."
With that, he realized that Brendan was different from the nightmares of his time. In his time, nightmares especially liked to travel around, which made their woven dreams vivid and colorful, but Brendan, who grew up on a farm, obviously did not have those extensive knowledge.
He had no choice but to lead further.
"You can imagine that one day when you drink water, the bowl is overturned and a lot of water is sprinkled under your feet..."
He seems to have a talent for teaching people, and his entry point is very close to life. Under his guidance, Nightmare's body is still curled up in the small space, but he feels himself standing up, and a small stream flows under his feet. , glowing brightly.
At the end of the stream is a big lake, and above the big lake is the moon, and the moon rises high, illuminating the dream that he weaved.
"Isn't this pretty?" Arecio returned to his human form in the dream, and stepped in the stream without caring. The stream was warm and not cool, probably because Brendan only drank from a water basin. Because of the warm water.
"Yeah!" Brendan responded happily, kicking and stepping in the stream.
They soon came to the edge of the dream.
"There are other dreams outside. When you are more familiar with dreams, you can go to see other dreams." Arecio pointed out to him the dreams floating outside the border, "Some of these dreams are beautiful dreams, some are nightmares, and some are happening now. Yes, some were made a long time ago... Dreams are interesting things."
Brendan listened fascinatedly, when suddenly he noticed someone he knew in a dream floating before him.
- It's that saint.
Of course Arecio saw it too, and he frowned slightly.
"I'll take a look, I'll be back soon, you stay here."
He was very concerned about everything related to neurosis, and was curious about the content of the dream with neurosis, so he jumped out of this dream and fell into that dream precisely.
As soon as he stood firm, he looked up and saw the saint walking along the corridor with several hunters from the temple. Different from the neuropathy he was familiar with, the saint at this time was full of haze.
Arecio looked out again, the flowers and trees were sparse, and the red walls were hidden, like the gardens of the East Branch that he had seen in some books. Arecio began to think that this was a dream of a certain eastern tribe, but in this dream there was a neuropathy who dressed up thousands of years ago.
This is actually a dream about thousands of years ago!
A dream is just an image, so Arecio obeyed his own curiosity, followed in the footsteps of these people, and even walked relaxed beside the neurotic in the dream. He turned his head to the side and looked at the neuropathy walking beside him. He had never seen neuropathy during this period. It seemed to be something that happened when the neuropathy was in the Eastern Branch.
Not necessarily, dreams are always mostly chaotic.
The hunters from the temple walked into the palace, and Arecio saw the emperor sitting on the throne with his eyes down.
-I? !
"I heard that His Majesty is planning to commit suicide?" He heard the voice of the saint, without the slightest emotion, even with some irony.
The emperor on the throne trembled slightly. He raised his eyes, but shrank abruptly. The tip of a spear was placed between his eyebrows, and blood stains swept down.
The saint showed a cold smile.
"It seems that His Majesty is not ready to die, otherwise why would you back down?"
The hunters also laughed.
"Your Majesty, the life of the entire city is in your hands, please make the right choice."
The emperor looked pale and watched them leave.
is a threat.
He raised his hand and touched the blood on his forehead. The blood stains lingered on his fingertips. Originally silent and beautiful, it twisted like a living thing at a certain moment.
[The life of the entire city is in your hands.]
The emperor looked at the blood like living things and trembled, but it was not because of fear.
[Also please make the right choice.]
The hunter of the temple, in full view, brought him something that could reverse his fate.
The emperor no longer hesitated and swallowed the blood of the zombie in one bite.