The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

The saint's eyes trembled slightly. He raised his eyes. The brilliant sky reflected the blood clan with black hair and red eyes. He traced the outline carefully, engraved it in his heart, and compared it with the materials provided to him by the temple, with the notes and rumors he read day and night.

It turns out that this is Alexei, the prince of blood of three generations, who is the target of his hunting.

The last half is in doubt.

Alexei couldn't help showing his tusks. His tusks were shorter than those of other blood clans. He didn't seem to be intimidating at all. It only showed that he was very angry. It's the first time since he woke up that he has expressed his emotions so clearly, though negatively.

Alexei's head calculated how many kinds of schemes to beat each other hard. For example, he immediately opened his wings and hurled the neuropathy to the wall by the huge impact force. The neuropathy would not wait to die. He would certainly open the field. However, as long as Alexei injured the neuropathy and saw the blood, it would be his home court!

But

Tusks against the lip, bring a burst of sharp pain, through the pain, Alexei took a deep breath, and slowly spit out. This imitation of human physiology had an effect, and his anger was temporarily cooled.

"Explain clearly." Angry blood said, "I will follow the agreement, give you the opportunity to explain."

This is an appointment he made with neuropathy. At that time, neuropathy could not be called neuropathy, and it was very normal... Maybe it was just normal as Alexei thought. Normal neuropathy is absolutely not likable, but a very reliable friend. They are all confused about their own world.

I think we can agree on at least one thing

Under the broken rose window, their secret meeting place, said the saint.

No matter what happens in the future, even if you do the worst thing, I will restrain all my anger and listen to your explanation

What did he say at that time?

Don't think I can't do what you can do

He can do it!

Andre had already stood up. He judged that there might be a conflict from Alexei's fierce emotion. Although one side is the bright camp, the Reviver from 10000 years ago, protecting Alexei is still his top priority.

But to his surprise, Alexei suppressed his anger and even asked for an explanation.

It's very rare. There are many tragedies caused by temporary emotions. It's clear that if both sides sit down and talk, they can avoid irreparable consequences. Alecio is willing to calm down, which is really rare.

The holy man's beautiful blue eyes were quietly watching the blood clan, and could not see any emotion.

"Why the sudden war? Did you deceive me with your previous peace talk promise? We have discussed and reached an agreement to avoid war as much as possible... Do you still think the hatred between the two sides is not deep enough? "

Alexeo feels humiliated by betrayal. His most concern is this. As for dragging him into the coffin when he dies, it's something that can be done by a psychopath. Alexeo doesn't want to ask.

But there was one more thing he had to ask, even if it was... Even if it was

"The blood crystal..." Alexei's voice dropped. He looked at Andre and Ellie who were still in the room.

Although they are not at ease, they exit the room with great respect, leaving only Alexis and the saint in front of them.

Alexei's eyes flickered, and the question was too shameful for him.

"The blood crystal... What do you mean..."

"... what?" The saint finally spoke, as if he really didn't understand what he was saying.

The red pupil of the blood clan suddenly opens! He approached the saint with a speed that ordinary people could not catch with their naked eyes, and the saint responded very quickly. When alecio's fingertip was about to touch his chest, the fire gun wrapped with light gold pattern also aimed at the heart of the blood clan.

This action of directly turning the situation into confrontation confused Alexei. With the ability of psychosis, he should avoid his previous surprise attack and even launch a counterattack. That field is too annoying.

In other words, he felt a little... Weakened?

"Don't be silly! You know what you do! How can you send that blood crystal to... To me... "Alexei can't even say that he is on the verge of detonating. He strongly suspects that this psycho is playing a fool to amuse him.

The blood crystal melted on his tongue is clearly used by this psycho... With the tip of his tongue

But the saint still just looked at him quietly.

"I don't understand what you're talking about?"

"You

Alexeo is about to explode in place. This time, it won't be just a trial. He's really going to do it!

The saint thought for a moment and said slowly.

"But I've never really seen you."

"I've only known you from all aspects for quite a long time, including wild knight errant novels and self boasting biographies... It can be said that I will accept and even recite all the information related to you."

The saint slowly raised his sky colored eyes and looked directly at the red pupil of the blood clan.

"Everything I study, magic, fencing, calendar, logic, astronomy, mathematics... Is valuable only because of your existence."

"- in order to hunt you, I will do whatever it takes."

"This is my status quo, but..."

The expression of the saint finally became dignified.

"Why do they say dark creatures..."

"Precious and lovely?"

Alexei even forgot to take back his tusks and looked at the saint who seemed puzzled in front of him. He wondered if he had been fooled again, but the level of neuropathy's script writing was far from so high, and his eyes were not right. When neuropathy looked at him before, his eyes were always on fire.

Combined with what neuropathy said, Alexei had an absurd guess.

"You haven't met me yet?"

"Yes."

The saints answered very well, out of trust in their own judgment. He woke up when the blood clan opened the coffin and realized that the blood clan was by his side. He didn't attack rashly. The temple taught him to plan and then move. He didn't know what happened, so that he could let the secret of the temple fall into the hands of the blood clan. However, since the blood clan didn't start, he could keep watch secretly and inquire about the trend by the way.

However... His hunting target seemed to be equally ignorant at the beginning.

He even tried to shake him up and break the three views together.

Alecio thought it was ridiculous. He didn't know the arrangement of the temple, and most of the arrangements would not be implemented, so he could only calculate the year when he and the psycho were awake at the same time... About a hundred years.

This century is a real one. In fact, it should be hundreds of years before and after the calculation. Because the blood clan often falls into a deep sleep because of boredom or some other reasons, at that time, the temple will freeze the hunters carefully cultivated by itself until the blood clan wakes up again and begins to move.

After all, human life is too short, for a blood group to cultivate hunters can only through this way, incisively and vividly play all the value.

"It looks like you've got an idea." The saints are determined.

"There's something wrong with your memory."

Alecio stares at him and slowly withdraws his hand, as if he is not afraid that the saint will suddenly shoot. It was only after withdrawing that he realized that he should have more precautions against the neuropathy in this period.

But when the withdrawal was withdrawn, he would stretch his face when nothing happened.

The saint pauses and slowly withdraws his gun. The weight of the gun deviated from what he used to use, which made him more sure that something hard to understand had happened to him. After waking up, the so-called people ten thousand years ago could not answer for him, only the blood clan in front of him could.

"To be exact, it's just waking. You don't have nearly a hundred years of memory." Alexei did addition and subtraction in his mind, trying to convert the human calendar ten thousand years ago. However, there were several Kingdom changes in the middle, and he often fell asleep and didn't pay much attention to them, so he failed as he should.

"Are you familiar with the blood calendar now?"

The holy one pays attention to the present, which means that he is familiar with the past.

"Familiar."

This is his lesson.

"The year I saw you was the year of blood calendar 316-4. At that time, I went to break the silver cross on the temple Cathedral, and the temple sent you to stop me. "

It was later than the time that the temple had scheduled for him. The saint meditated. It should be because the blood clan didn't show up in front of him.

But there's another thing he cares about

"Is the silver cross broken off?"

Alexei, who is trying to recall the year, is very tired. Neuropathy started to shift its focus from this time.

"In front of you, break it!" He didn't reply angrily. He saw that the saint on the opposite side tightened his mouth and must have remembered something in his heart.

He also wants to break off with this careful psycho on the spot!

There is a careful knock outside the door. I'm afraid that people outside are worried about fighting inside. To be more precise, they are afraid that precious dark creatures will be hurt. Alexei didn't know how weak the dark creature was in their eyes. After a while, he was worried, so he had to speed up his speech.

"In detail, the year we slept was the year of blood calendar 3501, and the day before and after the resurrection. If you have doubts about your physical condition, ask them to arrange a check-up for you. I saw similar items in the contract before

He said in a hurry, opened the door, in addition to Andrea and Ellie, outside actually a few more staff dressed in special dark clothes.

Alexei saw the hidden tools with sharp eyes.

This is about to... Break the door? Break the door and beat a psycho?

"It looks like you're OK." The white haired Unicorn said with a smile, "that's great. The atmosphere between the two is not very good. According to the operation manual of our center, it's better for dark creatures to spend no more than 10 minutes with dangerous people."

Alecio: "I'm not sure."

He looked at the "dangerous people" with the identity of the bright camp in every hair around him. The saint pursed his lips and looked as strange as him.

You're in the same camp, okay? No internal strife!