Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

In the fog, the black-haired boy stared at the blood-red name in the suddenly changed environment. Although the shadow was temporarily blocked by the fog, it was only one name that had caused a violent impact on Roja.

Roy Arkat.

It was a haunting name for the Akart family, which represented one of the family's heydays.

After all, the era of Vincent is too far away from now. Over the past few hundred years, the owners of Akart have more tied the glory of the family to Roy, the chosen son. Roja can be said to have been I grew up listening to his stories.

Roja, who knows Roy's journey, naturally knows that this old ancestor also studied at St. Freya College, but the Akart family has no documents to record the specific situation. 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 probability is too low.

St. Freya College was established more than 900 years ago, and the number of ring-holders is estimated to be over a thousand. The possibility of encountering his own family is almost negligible, and it is not clear whether Roy is a ring-holder or not.

From a certain point of view, Roja's idea is correct. He did not encounter Roy through normal channels, but it is obvious that the current situation is not normal. The return after defeating the Fellowship did not trigger, but was seamless. Connected to this piece of hills and plains.

There have been strange fluctuations in Rifts recently.

Instructor Chris's words echoed in the boy's mind, making Roja immediately vigilant. There is only one effect of the secret realm on the night of the devil, that is, the invalidation of death and injury, so after the fluctuation, does this function still exist?

Roja didn't know the answer to this question, and he didn't want to use his own life to verify it. He stared at the blood-red light that represented killing intent, almost a conditioned reflex-like burst of magic power, and when he sensed the threat from the outside world, Gurandall. And Petra has also been dispatched.

"This feeling... is also a [crown]."

"Little guy! Come behind me!"

A hoarse and majestic voice and a female voice with some eagerness came one after another. Gulandal's huge body appeared at the forefront, and the giant snake composed of rocks surrounded the youth with its body. The two ancient gods simultaneously His eyes looked forward, and under the gaze of everyone, the fog that blocked the silhouette finally slowly dissipated.

What appeared under the fog was a young man with black long hair. He was slender, wearing an old-style dress from hundreds of years ago, with boots on his feet, and several medals representing honors on his chest, a long cape and black The hair fluttered along with the breeze, and the golden pupils were as bright as stars, which added a layer of majesty to the slightly weak face, and even had a finishing touch.

What a nice view.

This was the most direct and real feeling in Roja Arkat's heart when the fog dissipated.

The black-haired boy was stunned. He never expected that Roy Arkat, the ancestor of his family more than 300 years ago, would actually kill him for the first time in this unknown secret realm. The black hair fluttered, and the strong sense of danger and the weak face complemented each other. The dramatic contrast and unique temperament brought Roja to the surprise almost comparable to Alyssa and others.

Judging from the medal on the chest of the costume, Roy should be participating in a grand ceremony in the academy when he was given the shadow, so he did not carry a weapon, which is undoubtedly good news, but judging from the blood of the Akart family, is there any Weapons have little effect on combat effectiveness.

Roja looked at the figure in the distance with a lot of thoughts in his heart, and as if feeling Roja's sight, the black long-haired boy raised his head slightly.

At the moment when the golden pupils collided, Roja's pupils shrank slightly, and suddenly there was a very strange feeling, and at the same time, Petra's shout suddenly came.

"Not good! Don't look him in the eyes!"

The mother goddess responded very quickly, but it was still too late. At the moment of staring at Roy's eyes, Roja's consciousness seemed to float out of his body, and there was an unreal feeling. His movements and expressions were at this moment. As if frozen, the mantra response quickly decreased, and the light on his body was visibly extinguished.

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 magic power. When the breeze blew again, the boy on the hill was beside him. There was nothing left, and on the other side, the black long-haired boy also stepped forward and walked towards 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 declined as it was lost.

One of the horrors of illusion is that it is silent, and the other is that it is difficult to decipher, especially when there is only one enemy, the ancient illusion is the spell of death, burying the enemy in an instant.

Levels have no meaning before this ancient spell, and the bloodline has little effect. Illusion is an examination of the heart. Whether it is a high-level god or a mediocre mortal, all are equal, and at this time Roja has also fallen into a long period of time. Dream.

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At this time, Roja was sitting on the seat of the movie theater, staring at the constantly changing screen in a daze.

The soft seat makes people feel more comfortable, the surrounding stereo sound has a sense of luxury, the fragrance in the air is relaxing, Roja's brain is blank, as if waiting for the disk to record the content, and the constantly changing image in front of him is information, so that teenagers naturally start watching.

It is a short but long story that belongs to the young man alone.

The perception of fate, the pursuit of cultists, the mountain of corpses on the streets of the Holy City, the blood on the deck of the ocean, the calamity of destruction and the unknown enemy, one after another, difficulties appeared, as if it were endless.

Looking at the young man who was busy and could not see the end, Roja inevitably thought so in his heart:

It's enough to do that.

How long are you going to try?

It's almost time to rest.

A deep sense of exhaustion grows in the heart of the young man, unknowingly rolling up the inner spiral.

Since he was aware of his own destiny when he was a child, Roja's life has always been tense and busy. At the age of enjoyment for his peers, he did a lot of things that should not be done at this age, and he also took on a lot of heavy burdens that he should not bear.

In return for this, he survived many crises and successfully avoided the fate of becoming a villain, but after one crisis was passed, more crises followed.

I don't know when it started, a faint feeling of exhaustion drifted in his heart, and it was gradually difficult to hide it. Even if there are more honors, Roja is a human being, and people will be tired.

Besides, does such an effort really make sense? Did he really avoid death?

Roja didn't know the answer to this question, but he knew a cold fact.

For thousands of years, the Blood Awakener of the Akart family has never lived past the age of thirty.

Whether it is cautious and careful like Vincent, or talented like Roy, they have not been able to break through this age. The haze of untimely death covers the sky above Akart's house like a curse, overwhelming people.

Did such an effort prevent death, or was it just a futile attempt to change the path?

During the hazy thinking, Roja suddenly had a feeling that when the image in front of him was placed at 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 illuminated his tired face, and during the long playback, his eyes were already full of waves, until a word suddenly reached his ears.

"...they forget their family, they forget their country, they forget the human condition, and when duty is in the dust, the lust for indulgence clouded their minds and led them to their demise."

The words of the old man on the podium came into Roja's ears, and there was an inexplicable strange power, which also caused the boy's stiff face to fluctuate for the first time.

family, responsibilities...

The deafening voice echoed in the dim space, causing Roja's mood to fluctuate slightly. The black-haired boy stared at the transformed image and suddenly felt that something was missing.

what is...

The young man pondered, the next moment, the father who is strict with himself but is too forgiving to his children, the step sister who is clingy but pitiful, the angel who is graceful but occasionally troublesome, and the fiancée who is kind and gentle but bold, more and more people. The figure exploded in the boy's heart, and the transformed image also began to flicker.

It is different from when he just came to this world. Now Roja is no longer a loner in the Akate consulate. The line of fate is entangled with more and more people in the process of revision, and now it is difficult to distinguish each other.

"If you take a break, it seems that you need the consent of many people..."

As the light and shadow fluctuated, the dark-haired boy's eyes gradually gathered a look of energy, and at the same time in the academy, the white-haired old man by the window also leaned on a long staff and showed a smile. Antonio looked at the foggy forest, and his words were profound. He said to the people around him:

"Tonight is the night when roses bloom."

On the hills, the shadow of Roy with long black hair has walked in front of him for at least years, and his slender palm turned into a blade to reach Roja's throat.

It was the silent permafrost that covered the boy's body. When the enemy's fingertips came into contact with it, the cold air erupted like waves, and the erosion of frost moved up the palm of his hand.

"Um?"

The voice of doubt came from Roy's mouth, and the shadow of the ancestor raised his head and looked into the eyes of the young man in front of him, just as he saw that the silent golden pupil had lit up like a fire at some point, and the eyes in the shrunken pupil were like reality, and suddenly turned to in his direction.

Four eyes met, murderous.