Aresio gradually understood that this happened ten thousand years ago in Beizhu City, a branch in the east. In order to destroy the last pillar of Qizhi, the temple stretched out its hand to Beizhu City. The psychopath lurked in it without any hesitation, waiting for an opportunity to destroy the temple's plan.

Where was he at that time? It seemed that he was summoning all the tribes of dark creatures to prepare for a decisive battle with the temple.

He looked at the saint walking beside him, and the other party had no expression. This was not the kind of relaxation after the revival that he was too lazy to express his expression, but the complete solemnity and fatigue. Aresio lowered his head, and he reached out to touch the saint's floating cloak, but unfortunately he grabbed the empty space.

This is a dream that records what happened, that's all.

He could only continue walking by the psychopath in silence. Time in the dream jumped. After the chaotic scene flashed, the saint and the emperor's son were face to face. The emperor's son sat on a stone coffin, and his former timid expression disappeared, his eyebrows were stretched, and his fangs were faintly visible on his lips.

"They have mastered the rules of landing on the branches." The emperor said, with little fear in his expression, "What do you think?"

"It's a matter of time." The saint said slowly, "The saint can't be preserved anymore, and this world is about to be destroyed."

"Does the temple still insist on doing it?"

"They will never repent without putting the result before them."

The emperor smiled softly. He opened his sleeves and a wind blew from outside the palace, skimming through layers of clouds and lingering in his mind. After a long period of silence, the emperor finally spoke again.

"You go, I'll stay." He smiled slightly, "Go and execute your second plan, bring the spark, and open a new era."

Those who stayed were destined to die with this world, but the emperor said nothing.

“…Tell Xizhi and let Him land early.”

The Emperor's Son nodded, "I will convey that He will land in the royal court in three days, so you should move faster."

The saint no longer nostalgic. He held the compass left by the lich in his hand. After meeting with the sacred tree, he wanted to search for the fire.

Three days later, a god from the east landed in the royal court. The temple seemed to smell the bloody hunting dogs swarming in. Before those people arrived, the saint faced the beautiful white bird with long tail feathers, and his fingertips were embedded in his left eye. The chains of the temple restrained hunter were also pulled out by him. All the pains marked with taboos left him at this moment.

Now, as long as he thinks of Areci, he is full of pure tranquility.

The saint finally raised his head and said to the white bird.

"There is still a vacant left eye."

The dream was interrupted, and Arecio was thrown out and fell back into the dream woven by nightmare. The slightly warm stream flowed under his feet, and Arecio seemed to have had a nightmare and was trembling all over.

When he didn't know...

"Areci?" Nightmare looked at him worriedly. Arecio closed his eyes and calmed down his breath. When he opened his eyes, his red eyes seemed to burn.

It happened that the dream vibrated, followed by the noisy sounds from outside the dream, and they arrived at the destination of the trip.

Even though he had done some psychological construction, the nightmare was still nervous. He subconsciously looked in the direction of Arecio, and the four hooves hesitated between dreams and reality. However, Arecio did not hesitate and directly led him out of the dreams and landed in the shadow of the outside world.

The mezzanine slowly opened, and fully armed staff appeared outside the mezzanine. As arranged in advance, Brendan pretended to be asleep and allowed these people to transport him and Arecio in his shadow to the farm. His mission seemed to be over to these staff members and became a nightmare that exists as consumables in the farm.

Aresio looked out coldly. It seemed that this was a small valley among the mountains, with dense plants around it, intentionally disturbing people's sense of direction. However, Aresio was not worried. He carried a part of his pupils with him, and now he had lurked into the system of the farm.

Now his feelings for Tong are more complicated. This is preserved by the nerves hiding in the position of his left eye. Qizhi's pupils, with this pupil, the new era will not die at the beginning of rebirth. At the cost, the nerves have lost their left eye.

……etc.

Isn't the left eye of a neurotic?

Arecio didn't worry about this problem for too long. After all, all the lunatics once revealed the prophecy of destruction to him, and that would be punished by heaven. Isn't this still alive and jumping up from the coffin with him?

Maybe it was Hitomi who helped him, maybe it was a miracle that occurred at the Era, no matter what, as long as the psychopath is still alive.

Thinking of this, he and Brendan were held alone in a fence. The nightmares on the fence next to him stood up and looked around, and were whipped by the staff. They no longer dared to care about their companions, and they lowered their heads one by one and did not dare to say anything. There was only the sound of detection instruments in the farm, and the nightmares would not make any sound, because it might cause a beating.

It was estimated that the effect of the medicine was coming, and Arecio poked Brendan in the shadow, and Brendan slowly stood up. At this time, the night was also falling, and most of the staff got off work. Several heads with one horns gathered in the fence next to them, and hesitated and carefully asked:

"Brendan?"

"It's me." Brendan replied immediately, touching the nightmare next door, "I'm back."

"It's incredible!" The nightmare exclaimed, "Where have you gone? What's outside?"

More nightmares gathered to the fence, opened their eyes wide in surprise, wanting to hear Brendan's wonderful journey.

"Don't worry, I'm going to show you something first." Brendan shook his horn, the boundary between dreams and reality was blurred at this moment. A nightmare suddenly screamed, and it turned out that his four hooves had stepped into the warm stream. There was a big lake in the distance, and there was a bright moon on the lake. In addition, it was a wonderful wilderness that made people burst into tears.

"What is this, Brendan?" Nightmare cried, "There is so much water, warm, can these be drunk? I think it's better than the water we drink!"

"This is a dream, this is a stream, and there are many waters in the distance called lakes, and the lake is on the surface..."

"I know! It's the moon!" A nightmare that was still childish, screamed, and the nightmare around them laughed.

They tried to touch the stream, or trotted in the fields, or trek into the great lakes in the distance. Brendan had never seen a real lake, so his dream was destined to be without a real lake, but it was just a distant image, but the nightmare didn't care. Perhaps for them, the pursuit process itself was more important than the result.

"Please remember this feeling, this is a natural ability of nightmare." Brendan said standing in the stream. "We can weave dreams, run freely in the dreams, and we can also bring nightmares and then swallow the dreamer's fear."

Although the nightmare was listening, Arecio, who was lying on Brendan's back, knew that these nightmare were still at a loss. He didn't say anything, but just listened to Brendan repeating these words to his fellow tribes over and over again, until his mouth was dry. He closed his eyes and knew that a harsh dose of medicine was needed to make the group of restrained nightmares move forward again.

The miniature communicator he carried on his body sounded "did" twice, and Arecio took a look. The neurologist told him in the communication that the military was already gathering in this direction and would arrive tomorrow.

Arecio received the reply. He stared at the communicator and hesitated for a moment. The tip of his claws hesitated between a bunch of emoticons. He was stunned and subconsciously poked the one he wanted to send, which scared him.

【Arecio: Cats with ears hanging.jpg】

He stared at the interface where the sending was successful and thought about how to cancel it. Before he thought about what result, the opponent had quickly returned. The new emoticon package was freshly released at first glance, and some lines had not been wiped clean.

【Ruzius: Ruzius rubs cat.jpg】

Just facing an emoticon, Arecio felt that the other person's hand seemed to have really fallen on his head. He first overwhelmed the tip of his ears, then rubbed his hair, then his chin, spine and wings, which soon made him collapse into a cat cake.

Really smeared into a cake. Arecio:...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

One night I went over in Aresio's heart and scolded the lunatic.

The next day, the staff of the farm seemed to have received an order. They came outside Brendan's fence and whispered. This nightmare had been out of the farm. After experiencing the bumps along the way, they could not meet the requirements of the farm's diagonal. If they continued to raise it, they would just waste resources. It would be better to kill the horns now. Of course, the horns would be included in the group of inferior products.

Brendan keenly smelled the breath of danger, and he stepped on his four hooves uneasily in the fence. But he had been taught, and was brave. When the light whip of the staff were wrapped around, he quickly jumped out of place and made a hateful voice at those people.

"You want to kill me, right?!"

The nightmare around him looked at him. Aresio was ready. He was pleased with Brendan's courage and was willing to spend some effort on this courage. It was just to delay time before the military arrived, which was not a difficult thing for him.

Feeling the nightmare's intention to resist, the staff raised the light whip and fell heavily. Brendan rolled to the ground in severe pain. Some nightmares suddenly turned their heads and dared not watch this terrible scene.

But soon, he stood up from the ground with a trembling whip, and with another whip, he was knocked to the ground, and this time it took him a longer time to stand up.

There were nightmares gathering towards the fence here one after another. After experiencing the dream last night, they became more convinced and cared for this compatriot.

The third whip. This time, the staff confirmed that Brendan could not stand up. He was about to ask someone to enter the fence to drag out the nightmare. However, the horn swayed stubbornly, and Brendan shook all over and struggled to stand up from the ground.

A nightmare made a whimper, and the whimper quickly spread around and gradually affected the entire farm.

Aresio closed his eyes and smiled a little on his lips.
Chapter completed!