Arecio's decision to never post memes again is a hard lesson.
He walked to the conference venue, it was already night, but many staff were still working overtime to repair the venue. In order to appease the public to the greatest extent, the press conference is scheduled to be held inside the nursery center. The nursery center has a large hall that was slightly damaged and was designated as the venue for the press conference.
The media has already entered the venue one after another, and the various processes should be as simple as possible during the extraordinary period. Arecio saw the staff who were distributing the materials. The relevant media only needed to identify themselves and scan the optical brain of the other party to get the relevant information of the press conference. Arecio also went over and asked for a copy. The staff member was delivering the machine, but suddenly looked up and saw Arecio, and he stammered and couldn't even speak.
"You... you..."
"Thank you for the information." Arecio glanced at his brain, and suddenly heard Andre calling his name, so he nodded slightly to the staff and the media practitioners next to him, and walked towards Andre.
He has gone so far that the media practitioners in the same place dare to speak in twos and threes.
"The momentum is absolutely... This is still almost a day of fighting... "
"I can't even imagine how much the conservation center would have suffered without Sisi… His Royal Highness Arecio."
"Get seated, it's about to start, are you ready to ask questions?"
I got some other materials such as speeches from Andre. Arecio was looking at it when he suddenly felt someone approaching silently beside him. As soon as he looked up, the saint in white sat gently beside him, also holding a light brain.
"I wish the doctor... how is it?"
"The old marshal is still talking to him," Rutius said. "He seems to have some ideas himself, and he hopes to reach an agreement with the military."
"What kind of vague statement are you talking about, what do you mean by specific ideas?"
Arecio knew so much about neuropathy that asking for information about neuropathy was like squeezing toothpaste, you had to keep squeezing it.
"He wants to sneak in."
"...It's too risky."
"You can train." Ruzius said concisely, and then lowered his eyelashes slightly, "Theo must deal with it as soon as possible."
Of course Arecio agreed with this, and after the initial surprise, he fell silent.
If this is the wish of the doctor.
However, he was used to fighting with the neuropathy, and he still had to say a sentence or two to feel comfortable.
"Why are you so aggressive about getting rid of Theo?"
The neuropathy didn't reply to him for a while, and Arecio turned his head to look beside him, wondering why the neuropathy didn't reply to him.
The press conference was about to start, and the surroundings gradually became quiet, and there were only sporadic conversations and breathing sounds in the venue for a while. The saint still had his eyelashes drooping, but his pupils gently moved to his side under the eyelashes, glanced at him, and then turned back suddenly.
"...Aren't you afraid?"
If the people next to him heard it, the saint said in a breath. Arecio's hand on the light screen suddenly froze on the page, and when he pressed it for a long time, he saw the number of data pages on the light screen flipping backwards so fast that it was dazzling, but he still maintained that posture.
"You turned the wrong page, this page."
The saint took his hand, put it on the table, and then swiped the information back to the first page.
"now it's right."
He observed the expression of the blood clan generously, from his cheeks to the tips of his slightly trembling ears. Finally, when he saw that Arecio had almost crushed the table, he took a bottle of water from the side at the right time.
"Drink of water?"
Arecio took it abruptly, killed half of the bottle, and the remaining half of the bottle wanted to knock it in front of the neuropathy, but suddenly thought of something, the hand that was stretched out suddenly retracted, and he silently took the remaining half bottle. t drink it down.
The saint just put his hand on his cheek and watched him drink, and when he finished drinking, he slowly brought another bottle from the side.
"… "
The saint quickly took another bottle, followed by another bottle, neatly sized by Arecio's hand.
The movements of the two were very small, and Andre, who was close at hand, didn't notice it. He looked at the report in his hand. This time, there were almost no deaths of dark creatures. The most serious humanoid dark creature was Zelita. With Arecio's action, the situation had been brought under control. Several staff members were killed in the line of duty. Such deaths occurred at the beginning of the attack. Those brutal mercenaries did not hesitate to kill. Many people were caught off guard, leading to tragedy.
If the root cause of this incident is investigated, it is that there are almost no armed forces stationed in the conservation center, and only powerful Celestial Clan such as Augustus are deployed around Hitomi as guards. The defense on the periphery of the center is very complete, but it was useless in this invasion. Fortunately, after the initial panic, there was a timely cut in by Arecio, which was able to control the situation in time.
Arecio... Dark creatures from 10,000 years ago...
There was little need for Arecio to worry about the first half. He was looking at the battle damage at the center in order to confirm whether his previous training was fruitful. The result is not bad, and Arecio is satisfied as a whole. After all, these dark creatures have been spoiled for so many years, and it is very good to be able to restore 80% of his deployment.
"... I'm a reporter from [Pupil], can I ask His Highness Arecio something?"
Receiving Andre's questioning gaze, Arecio nodded slightly.
"As the first responder and the supporter who entered the center from the outside, how did you discover the abnormality?"
Arecio has already confessed to everyone on this issue, and the remains of the Sea of the Undead under the Emerald Inner Sea cannot be exposed for the time being, so he has already organized the language.
"The reason is a small game I played with me. The east branch has a concentric knot, one side will be untied, and the other side will be scattered." Seeing the reporter nodding, he obviously knew the knot, so he continued, " The knot in my hand is unraveled, and the communication can't get through, so I'm naturally worried, so I'll check back."
The next few rounds of questions were obviously officially reviewed, very restrained, and what the public most wanted to know. Arecio answered them one by one. The identity of his dark creature can arouse people's goodwill, and this time he has turned the tide, so it is most appropriate for him to say some answers.
"His Royal Highness Arecio, take the liberty to ask, are all the dark creatures from ten thousand years ago... as powerful as you?"
This question is really cute. Arecio smiled. The live broadcast of the press conference faithfully conveyed his expression, and everyone watching the live broadcast could see it. The blood clan smiled slightly, revealing small pointed fangs.
"How is that possible?" He looked around the field. "Such a question is not closely related to today's content, so I will only answer this one."
"No, it's impossible. The overall power level ten thousand years ago was higher than it is now, but it was not so outrageous. I am a dark creature and a blood prince of three generations. Even in the war ten thousand years ago, Few can match me, except…”
He glanced at the saint next to him and did not continue to speak.
At the end of the press conference, the last reporter stood up and asked softly:
"What do you think will change after this incident?"
This question covers a lot of ground. Arecio thought about it and answered it in sections.
"As for the conservation center, I think the military should have a fixed number of troops. After all, no one wants this tragedy to repeat itself. Don't worry about any dark creatures being stimulated or frightened. The center and I will coordinate to deal with this aspect."
"As for the enemy, we have determined some of the opponent's goals and can be targeted for defense. Even, through this incident, we have captured a large number of prisoners, and Marshal Olsen will be personally responsible for this aspect."
"Finally, if you want to ask about the status of the dark creatures in the future..."
"Then, I would like to invite you to watch a video first."
The video is part of Zhu Qing's illegal live broadcast. It has already gone viral on the Internet, but they are all very vague versions, and the one that Arecio is showing at this time is undoubtedly a high-definition version obtained by Hitomi. The silver giant wolf's fur was stained with blood, and he was still roaring unyieldingly. He learned and grew at the fastest speed in battle. Even his fans could hardly recognize it at a glance. .
After the video was played, the blood clan stood up, with black hair and red eyes, and magnificent tattoos. He glanced at everyone in the field one by one, and finally focused on the scene of the live broadcast.
"My clan has retreated for too long." He sighed, "It's been so long that the werewolves have forgotten how to gallop in the snow, so long that the lich has forgotten how to control the undead army, and so long that the fallen angels have forgotten how to fly. , until the dark elves forgot how to pluck their bowstrings..."
"Our clan does not change for a day, the retreat does not stop for a day, and the balance does not establish for a day."
"So..." He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression was firm.
"Dark creatures will move forward."
When he said these words, all the lights in the room suddenly went out. When everyone was nervous that there was another attack, the huge light screen behind Arecio turned on, and the picture of the giant pupil appeared on it. The restless crowd gradually quieted down, and they realized that it was Hitomi who took over, and the purpose was temporarily unknown.
Arecio was stunned at first, thinking of the news that Tong had sent him before, he realized what Tong wanted to do, and now is indeed the best opportunity to make it public. So he sat down and looked at the ophthalmologist in the dark, and the neuropathy looked at him too.
Some porcelain-like ice crystals crashed, and some clips from "Flower of the Sky" danced on the screen, and then this prelude ended, and the blowing wind and snow gradually condensed into a clear and solemn name—
[Hergodon.]
The name remained for a while, then scattered into snowflakes, gradually disappearing into the darkness.
A voice sounded, a man's, sloppy, with a somewhat mocking smile.
"Go to the snow, Aresi."
The screen gradually lit up with a faint light, but it was still not bright, and only some vague shadows could be seen clearly. It was a dimly lit but luxurious room, the fireplace was burning, and someone was sitting peacefully in a carved armchair. His posture is relaxed and at ease, as if no one in this world can threaten him.
"Look at what those rude 'good friends' are doing, and what the temple is doing, then come back and report to me."
In front of the chair, the half cloak of the blood clan was hanging on the ground, and the ambiguous light was adorned on his long eyelashes, and the eyelashes suddenly lifted up, overflowing with a gorgeous and dazzling deep rose color.
His voice was different from the beauty on the outside, and it looked very cold.
"Yes, father."