Arecio gradually understood that this was what happened in Beizhu City, the Eastern Branch, 10,000 years ago. In order to destroy the last pillar of the temple, the temple reached out to Beizhu City, where the lunatic lurked quietly, waiting for the opportunity to destroy the temple's plan.
Where was he then? It seems that the various clans of dark creatures are being summoned to prepare for a decisive battle with the temple.
He looked at the saint walking beside him, and the other side was expressionless. This was not the kind of completely relaxed after recovery that he was too lazy to make expressions, but completely solemn and exhausted. Arecio bowed his head, and he reached out to touch the flying cloak of the saint, but unfortunately he missed it.
It's a dream, a record of what happened, that's all.
He could only continue to walk beside the neurotic in silence, the time in the dream jumped, and after the chaotic picture flashed, it was the saint and the emperor face to face again. The emperor was sitting on a sarcophagus, and the timid and cowardly expression he used to have disappeared, his eyebrows stretched, and the fangs on his lips were looming.
"They have mastered the law of perching branches landing." The emperor said, but there was not much fear in his expression, "What do you think?"
"Sooner or later." The saint said slowly, "The perch can't be kept, and this world will be destroyed."
"Is the temple still going to go its own way?"
"They will never repent without putting the result before them."
The emperor smiled lightly, he opened his wide sleeves, and the wind was blowing from outside the palace, skipping the layers of cumulus clouds, lingering on his bosom. After a long silence, the emperor finally spoke again.
"You go, I'll stay." He smiled slightly, "Go and execute your second plan, bring fire, and start a new era."
Those who stayed were destined to accompany the world to perish, but the emperor said nothing.
"... Tell Perch to let him land early."
The emperor nodded, "I will convey that he will land in the royal court in three days, you should move faster."
The saint no longer had any nostalgia for it. He held the compass left by the lich in his hand. After meeting the perch, he went to look for the fire.
On the third day, the celestial gods from the east landed on the royal court, and the temple seemed to smell bloody hounds swarming. Before those people arrived, the saint faced a beautiful white bird with long tail feathers, his fingertips embedded in his left eye . He also pulled out the chains of the temple bound hunters, and all the pains that marked the taboo left him at this moment.
Now, just thinking of Alessi fills him with pure serenity.
The saint finally raised his head and said to Shiratori.
"I still have a vacancy in my left eye."
The dream was interrupted at this point, and Arecio was thrown out and fell back into the dream woven by the nightmare. The tepid stream meandered under his feet, and Arecio trembled as if from a nightmare.
When he didn't know...
"Alessi?" Nightmare looked at him worriedly. Arecio closed his eyes, calmed down his breath, and when he opened his eyes again, his red pupils seemed to be on fire.
It just so happened that the dream vibrated, followed by the noisy sounds outside the dream, and they arrived at the destination of the trip.
Even though he had done some psychological construction, Nightmare was still nervous. He subconsciously looked in Arecio's direction, and his four hooves hesitated between dream and reality. However, Arecio did not hesitate, and took him directly out of the dream, landing himself in the shadow of the outside world.
The mezzanine slowly opened, and the fully armed staff appeared outside the mezzanine. As prearranged, Brendan pretended to be asleep and let these people transport him and Arecio in the shadow to the farm. His mission seemed over to these workers, and it became a nightmare that existed as a consumable on the farm.
Arecio looked out coldly. It seemed to be a small col in the mountains, surrounded by lush vegetation, intentionally disturbing people's sense of direction. However, Arecio was not worried, he carried a clone of Hitomi with him, and now it has lurked into the system of the farm.
Now for Hitomi, his feelings are more complicated. This is the pupil of the peregrine branch, which was hidden by the neuropathy in the position of his left eye. With this pupil, the new era will not die at the beginning of the rebirth, and as a price, the neuropathy loses his left eye.
… and many more.
Isn't the left eye of the neuropathy fine
Arecio didn't struggle with this issue for too long. After all, he had once confided to him the prophecy of the destruction of the world when he was mentally ill, but he would be punished by God. Isn't he still jumping up from the coffin with him.
Maybe it was Hitomi who helped him, maybe it was a miracle that happened at the turn of the epoch, in any case, as long as the neuropathy was still alive.
With that in mind, he and Brendan were held alone in a pen. The nightmares on the fence next to them stretched their heads and looked around, and were whipped a few times by the staff. They no longer dared to care about their companions. In the farm, there is only the beeping sound of the detection equipment, and the nightmares do not make any sound, because that may lead to a severe beating.
It is estimated that the effect of the medicine is coming, Arecio poked Brendan in the shadow, and Brendan slowly stood up. At this time, the night was also falling, and most of the staff got off work. Several heads with unicorns gathered in the fence next to each other, hesitantly and carefully asked:
"Brendan?"
"It's me." Brendan replied immediately, touching the horn with the nightmare next door, "I'm back."
"It's incredible!" The Nightmare exclaimed, "Where have you been? What's going on outside?"
As more nightmares gathered around the fence, their eyes widened in amazement, wanting to hear about Brendan's wonderful journey.
"Don't worry, I want to show you something first." Brendan shook his horn, the boundary between dream and reality blurred at the moment. A nightmare suddenly screamed. It turned out that his four hooves stepped into the warm stream. In the distance was a big lake with a bright moon on it. In addition, it was a wonderful wilderness that made people elated.
"What's this, Brendan?" cried the Nightmare. "Plenty of water, warm. Can this be drunk? I think it's better than ours!"
"This is a dream, this is a stream, and the place with a lot of water in the distance is called a lake, and on the lake..."
"I know! It's the moon!" A still childish nightmare cried out, and the surrounding nightmares all laughed.
They tentatively reached out to the stream, or trotted across the fields, or trekked to the great lake in the distance. Brendan has never seen a real lake, so his dream is destined to have no real lake, just a distant image, but the nightmares don't care, maybe for them, the pursuit itself is more than the result. important.
"Please remember this feeling, this is the innate ability of nightmares." Brendan said standing in the stream, "We can weave dreams, we can run freely in dreams, we can also bring nightmares, and then devour A dreamer's fear."
Even though the nightmares were listening, Arecio, who was lying on Brendan's back, knew that these nightmares were still at a loss. He didn't say anything, just listened to Brendan repeating these words to his fellow clan over and over again, until his mouth was dry, he closed his eyes, knowing that he needed a dose of medicine to make this group of accustomed nightmares Go forward again.
The micro communicator he carried on his body beeped twice, Arecio glanced at it, and the neuropathy told him in the communication that the military was already gathering in this direction and would arrive tomorrow.
Arecio received a reply. He stared at the communicator and hesitated for a while. The tip of his claws hesitated between a bunch of emojis. In a daze, he subconsciously poked the one he wanted to send, which startled him.
[Alessio: Cats with Dropped Ears.jpg]
He stared at the interface of the successful sending, thinking about how to undo it. Before he thought about what the result would be, the other side quickly came back. The new emoji package was freshly released at first glance, and some lines had not been wiped clean.
[Ruzius: Kneading the cat.jpg]
It was just an emoji, but Arecio felt that the other's hand really fell on his head, first pressing down on the tips of his ears, then rubbing his hair, then his chin, back and wings, which quickly made him paralyzed. Got a cat cake.
Really paralyzed into a cake Arecio:…
Aah, the emoji of neuropathy is indeed poisonous! ! !
One night passed while Arecio scolded insanity in his heart.
The next day, the farm staff appeared to be under orders to come outside Brendan's enclosure and whisper. This nightmare once went out from the farm and experienced bumps on the road, so it could not meet the requirements of the diagonal corner of the farm, and it would just be a waste of resources to keep it, it would be better to kill the horn now, and the horn will of course return to the second-class group.
Brendan keenly smelled the danger, and he stomped his hooves in the fence uneasy. But he was taught to be brave. When the light whips of those staff were wrapped around, he jumped off the spot nimbly, and made a hateful voice towards those people.
"You want to kill me, don't you?!"
The nightmares around looked at him, Arecio was ready, he was pleased with Brendan's courage, and he was willing to spend some effort for this courage. It's not a difficult thing for him to just delay the time before the military arrives.
Feeling the Nightmare's intention to resist, the staff raised the light whip and fell heavily. Brendan rolled to the ground in severe pain, and some Nightmare suddenly turned their heads, not daring to see this terrifying scene.
But soon he rose from the ground shaking, and with another whip, he was knocked to the ground, this time taking longer to get up.
One after another, nightmares gathered towards the fence here. After experiencing the dream last night, they became more convinced and cared for this compatriot.
The third whip, this time, the staff determined that Brendan couldn't stand up, and he was about to call someone into the fence to drag the nightmare out. However, the single horn stubbornly shook, and Brendan shivered, struggling to stand up from the ground.
A nightmare let out a whimper, and the whimper quickly spread around and gradually spread to the entire farm.
Arecio closed his eyes, a smile on his lips.
I have seen the nightmare of a dream, and I will never be slaughtered again.