Chapter One Hundred and Four

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date="2021-02-12"

title="Chapter One Hundred and Four "

weight="125603"

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

mode = "manual"

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After the sick saint tortured the person in charge for a whole day, he finally lived in the room arranged by the person in charge. Before going in, he once again showed off his cute doll that can bite to the person in charge. Only to get praise will stop.

While operating all of this, he was still expressionless.

Person-in-charge: ... neurotic!

Closing the door, the saint lifted the bitten hand, and pinched the pair of small ears with the other hand.

"Pop", Arecio gave him a wing and fell off. He flopped twice in the air and rolled to one side of the table. Because it was too round, he almost turned somersault.

No wonder Alessio didn't turn into a bat form very much no matter ten thousand years ago or ten thousand years later. The blood race should like the bat form very much, because it is dexterous and concealed, and can silently monitor the prey when hung upside down, but the bat form of Arecio...

Too chubby.

Feeling embarrassed, Arecio stood firmly on the table and quickly cut to the topic.

"I'll go out to have a look tonight, the point is to see that nightmare alone."

"Do you need me to accompany you?" Ruzius asked.

"No, you are too conspicuous, besides... that nightmare seems to hate you more than the person in charge." Arecio paused, and immediately added, "Of course, it should be because your clothes are closer to the temple to be hostile. , Remember? When we were on the northern front, the nightmare farm mentioned by Delvi, there are so many nightmare horns..."

Having said that, his expression became not so good.

"The Southeast Division has always used nightmares as the main focus. At the moment when it is suspected of being controlled by the temple, I have to think more about the relationship between this and that farm."

After the agreement, the neurosis stayed behind to attract attention, and Arecio, who did not appear on the list, could travel without any worries. The branch at night is still brightly lit, but it may be to express the intimate relationship with the headquarters. The dolls from the headquarters have been decorated in many places, and basically one is hanging every few steps.

Arecio, the bat, didn't fly well, so he walked along the shadows. When someone passes by or is patrolled by a machine, they stay in the shadows and can't hide, just spread their wings and pretend to be a doll. He has now suspended the simulation of functions such as body temperature and heartbeat, and it is difficult to be found.

And the saint who stayed in the room also slowly dialed the communication of the head of the branch at this time. He dialed very skillfully. After ringing a few times, he hung up. The person in charge on the other side hurriedly called. He waited quietly for the bell to ring, then called back and hung up.

The person in charge was tortured by him to cry! Fortunately, finally got through!

"I want to meet the staff who took care of Brendan Nightmare during this time, as well as the doctor." He demanded that the department itself has the authority to investigate the branch. The person in charge originally thought that after experiencing the busy day, this request Will be raised the next day. He couldn't refuse, he had to agree first, and then contact the relevant personnel urgently, and let the worms in their bodies work.

Even Theo couldn't control every worm. He adopted a tree-like jurisdiction model. The high-level person in charge of the branch is mind control plus insect egg control, which can retain most of the thinking ability and is very conducive to daily work. Lower-level staff do not need too much thinking ability, as long as they can complete the work.

The Southeast Division is not the Southeast Division anymore, but a large insect nest.

The staff were transferred to be investigated and replaced by robots, which were only used for this kind of temporary care. Machines are easier to control than humans. As long as you modify the program, Arecio guessed that Theo thought so. Coincidentally, he thought so too.

Hidden behind a bat doll, Arecio took out a small device from the shadow. He gently turned on the device, and the next second, the monitoring screen in the corridor seemed to vibrate slightly, and the quiet corridor with no people began to loop. The people who focused on monitoring did not notice anything wrong. It was a very normal night in the branch.

The chubby little bat fell on the ground and instantly recovered its human form. He released the device in his hand, the device automatically flattened into a thin layer of screen, the holographic projection was turned on, and the mini version of the pupil appeared on this small platform.

"Hitomi, invade." Arecio said softly.

The dazzling light wheel unfolded on this mini pupil, the permission of the room was lifted one by one, and relevant visit information would not remain. The nightmare in the room seemed to be felt, and he stepped nervously, and then he saw the metal fence of the room slide open to the sides, and a figure slowly walked in. He was suddenly tense, his lone horn lowered, ready to defend himself.

However, what was thrown in from outside the door was not the light, but the blood that came from the darkness.

Brendan raised his head, and the blood that came slowly to him seemed fearless, and was not wary of his one-horned horn and notoriety. The blood race came slowly, and the familiar power spread. Brendan felt it during the day when a bat doll was placed on his head.

The blood race finally stood in front of him, did not turn on the light in the room, only a little light in the corridor, and his backlit deep rosy eyes were slightly reflecting light.

"Brendan, isn't it?" the blood said, "I am the blood, Arecio, let's talk."

Nightmare was speechless for a while, and then he warily backed a few steps to a safe distance.

"Are you here as a lobbyist too? Like the other dark creatures who came to visit me?" He seemed a little angry and began to sneer, "Don't waste your effort! I just hurt people, I hate those humans and Bright creatures! If I have a chance, I will still do it! I..."

"You don't look like a dark creature raised and raised in a nursery center." The blood clan said slowly, Brendan disappeared in a moment, and after a while, he continued slowly.

"You... how do you know?"

The kinsman smiled.

"The children raised by the center are all well-behaved. It cannot be said that being well-behaved is not good, but they have no pressure to survive, and naturally there is no flame in their eyes... although they are better now with education."

"You are different, you have eyes full of nightmares."

Eyes full of nightmares... The first time Brendan heard someone describe his eyes like this, what he has recently received are descriptions such as "violent" and "unable to educate", and earlier, in the nightmare In his farm, he received comments such as "disobedience" and "killed one day".

"I know you are still on guard against me now, and I didn't expect you to trust me completely. I came here just to ask one thing." Arecio asked slowly, "Where is the nightmare farm? "

There seems to be a thunderbolt in Brendan's mind! He heard his four hoofs stepping on the ground several times, exposing his shock. The blood clan stared at him closely, obviously not cheating him, but really knowing that there is a nightmare farm.

"How did you know?" Brendan was shocked.

"On the northern front, I met Delvi, a senior in the temple. Maybe you are more familiar with her. She possesses part of the nightmare abilities."

Of course familiar! That devilish woman! Brendan immediately thought of the bloody horn-taking scene, and remembered how the woman seemed affectionate to cultivate a relationship with a certain nightmare, just to integrate the other's power more smoothly... The nightmare farm under the rule of Delvi, no Hell on earth!

"Of course I know! She damn! She..."

"She is dead," Arecio said. "My bat killed her."

Dead...dead? Brendan was stunned, feeling incredible. Of course he thought about revenge on Delvi, but Delvi was so powerful that his horns couldn't kill the opponent, but now, the blood in front of him said lightly that Delvi was dead.

"Before she died, she said a lot of things. The Nightmare Farm is one of them. We have been searching for traces of this farm, but the temple is too cunning. But now, we found you in the southeast branch, obviously in a dangerous environment. It’s a nightmare growing in the middle, so is the farm nearby?"

"I...I don't know." Brendan realized that he was already answering something, and unconsciously responded to the question of the kinsman in front of him, "This is not an excuse, I really don't know. I grew up on a farm, The nightmare that will be horned in the future was suddenly transported here a few months ago to replace the nightmare originally raised here."

"I was fed the medicine the whole time, hidden in the mezzanine of the cargo warehouse, and I don't know how I came here."

Hearing this answer, Arecio was not overly disappointed, he pondered for a while.

"Can you tell me... the situation on the farm? Of course, if you find it difficult to remember or can't bear it, you can tell me, I won't force you."

Those dark memories are indeed scars in Brendan's heart, even if he is in a comfortable environment now, he has not forgotten for a second. He once again looked at the blood clan on the opposite side, carefully observed the other side's expression, hoping to find a trace of cunning or deceit from it.

But no.

The blood clan stared at him frankly, his eyes drooping slightly, and his mood was heavy.

He was sorry for the nightmares.

"Actually, there is nothing that can't be said." Brendan's tone eased, no longer full of spikes. He just remembered for a moment, and then slowly said, "We usually come out of the breeding ground, and we usually raise twenty Years later, take the horns, take the blood, take away everything that can be taken, and finally extract the dark power."

Arecio was silent for a while, "Nightmare has a lifespan of five hundred years."

Brendan stunned, then grinned, as if he wanted to smile.

"It's been so long, I thought it was only fifty years."

Five hundred years, it sounds like a long time. The farm does not know whether there is a five-hundred-year history. Brendan only knows that the oldest nightmare he has ever seen is over forty years old, and he has been experimented in a laboratory , Has not died, it has become the benchmark for all farm nightmare to estimate their maximum population.

After he was taken to the childcare center, no one told him anything about it, but he was irritated by the constant detention, and he became more and more unable to control his emotions and temper. When he hurt others, he did not regret it. So after talking about the farm he knew, he asked about the injured person.

"Is he okay? I...I was too angry at the time. Although I avoided the key points, it should be quite painful."

Arecio remained silent. This silence made Brendan realize something.

"He... not so good?"

"He's dead." Arecio said softly, looking at the shocked and confused expression of Nightmare, and deeply felt that this was indeed a child under twenty years old.

"But...but..."

"It's not your fault. Even if you just stabbed his hand, the branch will let that person die from the wound infection."

Brendan is still hanging his head, his thoughts are in chaos at this time, guilt and confusion mess up all perceptions. He felt his unicorn being held, and quickly backed away, for fear that he would cause another dead person.

"It's okay, I said, it's a conspiracy." He paused and moved closer to Nightmare's ear.

"Let more nightmares and even dark creatures-a conspiracy that will never recover."

"you you……"

Arecio straightened up and let go of his hand, he smiled at the nightmare.

"And I will crush it."