Chapter Thirty Nine

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date="2021-02-12"

title="Chapter Thirty Nine "

weight="125538"

series = ["The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin"]

mode = "manual"

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If he is willing to bet and lose, Ruzius starts his probing magic and starts to work. Since the recovery, let alone Arecio, even he has not been able to stretch his muscles well. Ten thousand years ago and ten thousand years later are really different. As camp leaders who grew up in the war, he and Arecio have power beyond imagination.

The long chain was pulled tight, and the blood family wandered around him. Ruzius quickly found some traces, and Arecio swayed back with a pull on the chain.

"What did you find?"

"Well, here."

Clearing the mud and sand on the bottom of the sea, what appeared in front of them was a strong bone door, which just confirmed Arecio's previous guess.

There is only one question before them...

"It's time for you to use undead magic." Ruzius said, in exchange for Arecio's face with a dazed expression.

"But I don't use undead magic."

"...Aren't you a dark creature?"

"Don't all the dark creatures use undead magic? I control blood, shadow, space and spirit. I am already considered a gifted gift!" Arecio was not convinced.

Ruzius quietly took notes in his heart. He has seen Arecio’s shadow magic, and the button is still embedded in his notes; the power of blood is the talent of the blood race, and there are many branches. don’t know Ares Which kind of Western Europe belongs to? As for the space and spirit, Arecio should be in control of it on its own. It is indeed a weapon that can be far and near.

The last is the so-called "domain". Judging from the previous wording, Arecio's domain is not too small, and it needs to be observed.

Arecio still didn't know that the opponent was evaluating his combat power, and he had an idea between the flashes of light and the light.

"Don't you try to use undead magic?"

Ruzius looked at him blankly. Arecio's thinking is truly amazing. How did he think of letting the saints of the temple use undead magic?

"How can I have the fitness for undead magic."

"How did you learn the lesson of elemental affinity?" Arecio despised this statement. "Everyone has the fitness of any attribute magic, but some are prominent, and some are so weak that they can't be seen... …No! You know for sure! You just don’t want to use it!"

Ruzius' eyes drifted slightly.

"Quickly, I remember the spell, you can use it." Arecio threatened, "Crossing this psychological barrier, maybe you are a hidden all-attribute mage!"

At Arecio's insistence, Ruzius could only try. The blood family lightly read a spell, which should have been learned from the old friend Lich. Ruzius took it down, touching the door of the bone with his fingertips, and he was ready to fail to cast the spell.

Arecio is right, but elemental affinity is related to the success rate of magic. The children selected by the temple have always been full of bright attributes, and the lowly undead magic suitability is really not worth mentioning.

Maybe after a few failures, Arecio gave up naturally... Thinking of this, Ruzius muttered the spell silently.

The wandering water wave stagnated slightly, and then, the door of the bones roared, and it succeeded in one shot! Ruzius was stunned, but Areciou happily entered the door directly, still vaguely hearing his voice.

"You are not very..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and Ruzius instantly sank into the door. The scene in front of him made him understand the silence of the blood race.

Sure enough, it is a sea of ​​undead, if you want to add a supplement, it should be a "relic."

Large groups of soul butterflies are flying in the water. The beautiful blue wings are like roots and bones. Water does not affect them. They are still ghost creatures in essence. Soul butterflies flocked and circled among the remaining huge skeletons. Because of their cold light shining on the dark water bottom, there was almost no need to continue using night vision magic.

Arecio said nothing, he descended, and the soul butterfly flew up and surrounded him. Ruzius also descended to the same height, and the soul butterflies suddenly flew away, pinching their noses.

Ruzius: ...this is discrimination.

Arecio unceremoniously laughed at the miserable saint. At the end, he stretched out his hand like a saint and asked for his cloak.

"Give me a while, and those butterflies won't hate you."

Putting on the cloak of the saint, Arecio glided down lightly in the water. He patrolled the surrounding area and saw a few gaps on the edge.

"The crown may have left here." He said, filling the gap at will, and continued to say to the saint who hadn't restored the memory of the Sea of ​​Undead.

"This is not a complete sea of ​​undead, probably only one tenth of the area left."

Ruzius could imagine how magnificent the sea of ​​the undead was in its former glory.

"Are you not going to expose the existence here?"

"Of course not. I want to give Lucy the right to choose. She is the heir here. All I care about is the role that this place can play in the asylum nursery."

Especially when Lucy is completely awakened, this one-tenth of the remains of the Sea of ​​Undead is enough to become the strongest fortress of the conservation center.

Arecio lowered his head to find what he wanted in the fragmentary piles of bones under the huge bones. The bones here have been warmed by the strong dark force, powerful and easy to manipulate, but many are incomplete, Lucy currently has no integration of other types The ability of the skeleton. He turned it over for a long time before he found the bones of a lizard lacking a front paw. It was full of sharp teeth and seemed very fierce during his lifetime.

This is good, he remembers this lizard, which looks like a big palm, but it can bite off half of a person's head by opening his mouth.

He put the bones in his pocket, ready to be a gift. It just so happened that the cloak was almost stained with the power of darkness on his body. The saint put the cloak back on, and the soul butterfly did not hate him anymore. Although the breath of two Arecio made them a little confused, the pure soul butterfly was still happy. Turn around the saint.

Ruzius reached out and poked one over. The soul butterfly who was poked was wronged, but Baba came over.

Alessi is really...good.

When he was boring to bully the deceived butterflies, Arecio had found a good position and beckoned to him. It was the cocked tail of a giant crocodile, permanently fixed in this posture. Arecio sat on the tip of the tail, watching the neuropathy sit down beside him, wondering whether it was relieved or regrettable:

"I didn't find Helgodon... The bones of the Werewolf King may have been annihilated with the remaining nine tenths." At this point, Arecio smiled faintly, "Actually, I am a little afraid to see him. If I had..."

Ruzius quietly looked at his drooping eyelashes and was about to say something when suddenly some pictures flashed in his mind.

It was in the snowy territory all year round. He left the checkpoint set by the temple in the west alone, wanting to seek a slim chance to meet his destined enemy. After those two meetings, there was always a fire that burned his heart all the time. He couldn't wait, even if he had the most disdainful chance, he was willing to try.

The goddess of luck pity, he met.

The wind and snow roared, and the seriously injured blood race staggered. Contending with the three main armies of the Silver Crusade with his own strength, even if he is the prince of the third generation, he is close to being exhausted at this moment. But the kin was still walking, did not find a safe place to hide, but risked a huge risk of being discovered, all the way from the front side to here.

The Kindred raised his eyes and saw the hunter standing still, and the wolf pup who was held in his arms whimpered from the cold and hunger.

[Are you here to kill me? The kinsman said quietly, his body swayed unsteadily, 【Only this time not working, get away. 】

The hunter didn't move, he saw the cub in the arms of the blood clan. This should be the child of the Werewolf King. The temple paid a huge price to besieged and killed the Werewolf King Helgodon and Queen Cocinia. The Queen gave birth after the war and died of serious injuries. Unexpectedly, the child was finally entrusted to Arecio.

The severely wounded blood, the new king of werewolves... He may only have this chance in his life.

Seeing that he did not move, the blood clan was completely enraged, he covered the wolf cub and charged towards the hunter!

【Step aside! ! ! 】

Fengxue followed with a fierce roar, seeming to be responding to the blood clan's decisive attack at this moment! The flying snow foam splashed on Ruzius’ eyelashes, and he blinked slowly, but the villages of the slaughtered borderers in the snow and the heads of the young wolves were hung up for public display... …

He didn't avoid it.

The blood clan was seriously injured and refused to use Kosinia's blood to supplement it. This blow did not kill him, but made him roll more than ten meters in the snow. The internal organs were convulsed and painful. He slowly inhaled and exhaled slowly. He didn't know how long he could barely get up. The first glance was to look in the direction of the blood race.

The blood race fell into the snow, and the wailing of the wolf cub was the only sound besides the sound of the wind.

He coughed up blood and walked over. The blood clan that had lost consciousness was very quiet. He leaned over beside the blood clan and drew out his hunting knife. The sharp blade light was almost submerged in the wind and snow. He held the knife and stood frozen for a long time.

This is what he wants, this is what he wants.

However, he coughed violently, and the hunting knife fell, wiping a blood line on the blood family's cheeks. He could hardly stop coughing, and in his shaking vision, the bat wings were fluttering and flying towards the silver cross that day.

He finally lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice in the ear of the blood race:

[Go east. 】

Then he staggered to his feet, and there was a slight wind, and the cloak originally on him had fallen on the blood. The heavy snow is still falling, falling on the pure white cloak of the same color, gradually covering up the golden thread thorns. The wolf pup no longer whimpered, probably because he felt warm, and he made two soft and comfortable "whoops", and was buried in the arms of the blood race.

In the warmth brought by the cloak, the eyelashes of the blood race trembled a few times, and the figure of the hunter who had left behind him was completely submerged in the wind and snow.

When the memory was over in an instant, Ruzius raised his eyes again, he whispered while the soul butterfly was flying.

"You don't have to feel shameless to see him, at least, you saved his child."

Arecio suddenly turned to look at him.

"Do you remember?"

"Ok."

He remembered everything that happened in that snowy area. Including in the end, he was not condemned when he returned from the serious injury, but after staying in the snow for another month or two, he returned to the temple to make a statement.

The saint changed a new cloak, the golden thread thorns shined, and the hunting knife was worn around his waist. He quietly lowered his eyes to his teacher, and the statement was almost over.

[The chess piece in the werewolf that we supported has been confirmed dead. Helgodong's parents and children returned and became the new king, but he was still young and could not even be transformed into a human form. 】

He raised his eyes again, the sky-colored eyes were quiet, but a fire gradually throbbed in the bottom of his eyes.

[...Arecio, Regent. 】