Brendan, who stood up again, began to burn with black flames. He threatened the staff with a sharp single horn, watching them retreat back in panic.
"What's the matter?! Why wasn't his black flame bound?"
"Quick! Bring your gun! Ranged attack!"
After all, it was the trained staff, and armed men came one after another. Brendan knew that he couldn't delay any longer. His black flames started to ignite the fence. the back.
"Don't back! Let's get out!" Brendan raised his voice. "Forget the dream last night? Let's get out! See the stream, the lake, and the moon! The outside world will accept us, where we can Live five hundred years!"
Five hundred years has shaken most of the nightmares, but the vicious guards are gradually approaching, and the inertia of being imprisoned and enslaved for a long time makes them retreat subconsciously.
"We can't... Brendan..."
"You can't survive outside..."
"The black flame is also sealed, how can you rush out with only one horn?"
The nightmares all wore collars around their necks. Brendan also wore them, but they had been removed for the sake of acting realistically after arriving at the branch, and they had not had time to wear them again. Without the black flame, the Nightmare's attack methods are really limited, and they cannot run fast by attaching it to their hooves.
Brendan looked at his shadow subconsciously, but Arecio, who was hiding inside, didn't say a word, which made him clear that it was his own battle now.
The big lake and the bright moon landed lightly in his soul again.
In front of the surrounding guards and staff, Brendan took a deep breath, and he took the initiative to extinguish his black flame.
"Then don't rely on the black flame." He said calmly, "rely on the dream."
Aresio, who was hiding in the shadow, finally smiled. He sensed the power of the dream that was gradually unfolding on Brendan. This was the basis for the nightmares to stand. The dream spread, and more and more nightmare horns were driven to start flashing. This brilliance was not the light of the time when the black flame was used, but a gorgeous, dream-like light.
"We escaped from the dream!"
Brendan stepped on the ground, and Arecio gave part of his attention to the communicator, which showed that the military had completely surrounded the valley.
This time the salvation will be won again...
Suddenly, Arecio's heart sank, he instantly jumped out of the shadow and returned to human form, the sickle and the hook collided, sparks burst! His red pupils opened slightly, and roses grew in the world of shadows, and the hooks immediately returned to defense, cutting off the roses that had not yet grown!
The sudden change made Brendan, who was about to lead his family into the dream, look over.
"Alessi?"
"Run! Hurry up!" Arecio didn't have much expression on his face. "The military has already surrounded this place. As long as you pass through this valley from your dreams, you will be completely safe."
"... What about you, Aresi?"
Nightmare's overly sad and worried voice made Arecio look at him inexplicably.
"What do you understand? This is far from a situation that can threaten me. I told you to leave quickly, just to avoid accidentally hurting you."
Brendan breathed a sigh of relief, he nodded to Arecio, and led his family into a dream, the guard's light whip and the light of the firearm flickered everywhere. Arecio tidyed up his already neat coat and yawned, revealing his pointy fangs.
The person who had fought with him for a short time just walked out of the shadows slowly, Hailan's eyes were full of haze, and the splendid blond hair seemed to be soaked by the haze. It can be said that this is a very difficult and painful place that fully meets the aesthetic standards of the temple. hated person.
Arecio put a label on the other party in his mind very bored. I don't know if it was an illusion. He felt that this person was a little familiar.
Where have you seen it
Sure enough, the other party stared at him quietly for a while, and spoke slowly.
"Meet again, Arecio."
He bit the name of the blood clan with hatred, but it seemed that it was not just hatred. Arecio had seen this kind of look in the neurotic in the past, but, how can I put it, when the neurotic stared at him like this, he would find it very cute, and now... It doesn't make him very happy. Of course, the most important question is...
Who is this
No wonder he couldn't remember, Arecio, who holds the memory of goldfish, has a very interesting brain division. One section needs to be remembered, and even some staff in the nursery center will deliberately remember it because there is a need; the other section is a temporary memory, and you can rummage through it if you need to recall details and so on. Time will be cleared.
Now, the latter partition of Arecio obviously does not know how many times it has been emptied.
His slightly hesitant expression was caught in the eyes of the hunter, the hatred flooded back into his heart again, and the hunter laughed at himself.
"Who else can you remember besides Ruzius?"
After a pause, he continued.
"Even if you have forgotten, then now, don't you ask my name?"
"I'm past the age where I like to speak harshly, so I don't need to ask." Arecio replied succinctly, "The person who will appear in the temple of this farm may only be an accomplice, and I will kill you. "
"My name is Yamon." The hunter said recklessly, and the holy sword he wore on his waist began to tremble.
"It's just for you, the... hunter who's going to kill you."
As soon as these words were settled, Yamon's pupils suddenly shrank, and his powerful body twisted after several transformations, allowing him to avoid the raid of the blood clan. He looked at the fully open red pupils of the blood clan in front of him, and finally, the blood clan finally looked at him, after he said the words that were destined to anger Arecio.
"You are so unpleasant."
Arecio said that he had completely moved to kill. With a neuropathy like that, one is enough, and he only accepts one neuropathy.
Amon finally got what he wanted. He pulled out his holy sword and stared at the blood clan in front of him.
He had been looking forward to this moment for too long.
* * *
The saint rides on a griffin and glides at a low altitude among the valleys. Of course, he can fly at a faster speed, but he has to match the pace of the military to limit the speed to the current level. At such a low speed, he could even be distracted by looking at the communicator, and he was haggling with Hitomi.
"I want to see what's going on with Aresi, and I know you can do it."
[This is not included in our transaction.]
"If you do this, you will have no repeat business."
[…]
"It's just a little extra, aren't you watching yourself now?"
[…]
Hitomi didn't want to be too entangled with this neuropathy, so she just put the picture out.
The saint looked at the picture, and gradually tightened his hand holding the communicator, and finally laughed. The griffin has the same mind with him, and the second he made his decision, he roared, flapped his wings and lifted off vertically, and flew to the farm like a meteor!
In the farm, the escape of Nightmare caused chaos all around. Arecio has also figured out the level of this hunter. It seems that he has undergone some brutal body transformations. He can do things that humans cannot do, and can even stimulate more than 100% of the power of the holy sword. The holy sword has restraint on dark creatures, and Arecio did not want to be injured, so he chose to avoid it all the time.
The hunter has fought against him several times, and his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
"I've been waiting for a day for a long time." Yamon said, the excessive use of the holy sword made silk-like scarlet cracks climb up his arms, but only when he used the holy sword would he get Ale Western Europe treats it squarely, and he has been using it like a madman. Arecio took into account the nightmare below, mostly defended, and his mood was getting worse and worse.
"I have undergone many transformations that make me qualified to stand in front of you! I also... "
are you crazy! Also sick and not cute at all! Arecio was so angry that he gritted his teeth, and he even began to think about rolling over the open domain, but he felt that it would make him very cheap.
Just as he was struggling, a familiar voice suddenly came from above his head.
"Alessi."
It was just a name, but there was no information, but the long-standing tacit understanding made Arecio react immediately. He teleported away from the place, and the saint riding on the griffin roared down. Amon suffered a heavy blow and fell to the ground. After the roar and smoke, he coughed up blood, and the surrounding ground cracked.
The saint jumped off the griffin and fell to the ground. He didn't mean to wait for his opponent to get up. The sharp-pointed chain fell vertically. If Amon hadn't rolled around in time to avoid it, I'm afraid it would have been riddled with holes!
"cough...cough...you..."
Yamon stared at the saint in the white cape, their eyes and hair colors were similar but different. They once shared a common position, but only one was favored by fate, and that person was never himself.
Ruzius didn't speak, and he didn't have any expression. After a glimpse of Arecio wanting to come over again, he said.
"Aresi, go and help those nightmares, I'm here."
Arecio could not ask for it! He really doesn't want to fight against a sick and wonderful opponent, so let the neuropathy go up and fight the virus with poison. He believes that the neuropathy will definitely be able to poison the opponent!
"Don't go..." Yamon struggled to get up, the saint had already moved his footsteps, just blocking Arecio's back.
He didn't even want to let him see his back...
But it doesn't matter, he has become stronger. If the opponent was at the level of the northern front before, he can completely deal with it! Then catch up with Arecio again!
However, the saint stretched out his hand into the void beside him, the holy spear appeared, and the terrifying power made the holy sword scream in an instant. Yamon couldn't stop his body from trembling instinctively. The figure of the other party seemed to have grown enormous. He was breathing hard under the heavy pressure, like an ant looking up at a high mountain.
Why... why can he suddenly become so strong? ! Shouldn't they be so different? ! !
The saint who had already recovered all his memories raised his eyes. Even if he knew that the opposite was from his former colleagues, there was no mercy in those extremely beautiful sky-colored eyes.
"I don't really like people who dream."
He said softly, his tone could be called soft.
"More annoying, daydreamers."
* * *
Yamon knew that he was going to die, and his body was telling him that, but he was too unwilling. He still wanted to breathe, opened his eyes, and searched for the figure of the blood race. To his surprise, he actually opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him was blurred at first, and then gradually became clear.
"… do you died?"
It was the vampire who spoke.
"died."
The saint answered calmly.
Do not! He's not dead yet! He can fight again! look at him! look at him!
"I'm sorry! I found the relevant documents of this farm just now. Are the hunters in your temple so clueless, and this kind of organization also takes over... Why do you have a somber face?"
"I'm thinking about compensation, you pay me."
"what?"
"Your map cannon hit me, it hurts."
"… "
The sound stopped, or in other words, he couldn't hear it when he was so small that he was dying. Yamon opened his eyes with great effort, and he looked at the two people standing together. They gathered together and whispered something, and then the saint raised his hand, as if he wanted to touch the fangs of the vampire. The blood race gave him a sip of his finger with a look of opinion, and the blood gushed out and was licked clean without waste.
Then the wrist, and finally the neck.
The blood clan quietly crouched in the arms of the saint, the saint lowered his eyes, and turned to him from the corner of his eye.
[You have seen it all, right?]
Amon seemed to hear the saint speaking.
[Then you can go on your way.]
The chain pierced through the heart, and in his dark eyes, the blood clan raised their heads, licked the residual blood from their lips, and wanted to turn their heads to look at him. The saint quickly twisted his head back. The vampire, who had just eaten the blood, looked a little stunned and turned his head back.
Before Amon died, he finally knew.
No one can intervene between them.