Brendan, who stood up again, began to burn black flames all over his body. He threatened the staff with his sharp and rugged horns, watching them retreating in panic.

"What's going on?! Why is his black flame not bound?"

"Quick! Come on with a gun! Ranged attack!"

After all, the trained staff and armed personnel came one after another. Brendan knew that he could not delay any further. His black flames began to ignite the fence. After the violent burning, a large area of ​​fence collapsed to the ground. The nightmare retreated in panic.

"Don't retreat! Let's escape!" Brendan raised his voice, "Forget the dream I had last night? Let's escape! Go and see the streams, the lakes and the moon! The outside world will accept us, where we can live for five hundred years!"

Five hundred years have shocked most nightmares, but the fierce guards gradually approached, and the inertia of being imprisoned and enslaved for a long time made them subconsciously retreat.

"We can't...Brendan..."

"I can't survive even if I get outside..."

"The black flame has also been blocked. How can you rush out with a single horn alone?"

The Nightmares wore collars on their necks, and Brendan also wore them, but they had already been removed for the reality of acting after arriving at the branch. Now they haven't had time to wear them for the second time. Without Black Flame, the Nightmares' attack methods are limited, and they cannot attach them to their four hooves and run quickly.

Brendan subconsciously looked at his shadow, but Arecio, who was hiding inside, did not say a word, which made him realize that it was his own battle now.

The lake and the bright moon landed lightly in his soul again.

In front of the guards and staff who were surrounding him, Brendan took a deep breath and took the initiative to extinguish his black flames.

"Then it's not up to the black flame." He said calmly, "By dreams."

Aresio, who was hidden in the shadow, finally smiled. He sensed the dream power gradually spreading on Brendan, which was the basis for the nightmare to stand. The dream spread, and more and more nightmare horns were driven to start to shine. This brilliance was not the light when using the black flame, but the colorful, dream-like light.

"We escape from the dream!"

Brendan stepped on the ground with his front hooves, and Arecio distributed part of his attention to the communicator, which showed that the military had completely surrounded the valley.

This rescue will be won again...

Suddenly, Arecio's heart sank. He instantly jumped out of his shadow and returned to his human form. The sickle and the hook rope collided with each other, and sparks burst! His red pupils opened slightly, and the roses grew in the shadow world. The hook rope immediately returned to defend and cut off the roses that had not yet grown!

The sudden change made Brendan, who was preparing to lead the same clan into his dream, see over.

"Areci?"

"Run! Hurry!" There was not much expression on Arecio's face. "The military people have surrounded this place. As long as you pass through this valley from your dream, you will be completely safe."

"…what are you, Areci?"

The nightmare's excessively sad and worried voice made Arecio look at him inexplicably.

"What do you understand? This is far from a situation that can threaten me. I told you to leave quickly, just to avoid hurting you by not being too distracted."

Brendan breathed a sigh of relief. He nodded to Aresio and led his fellow tribe into the dream. The light of the guards' whip and guns flashed everywhere. Aresio sorted out his already neat coat, yawned, revealing his pointed fangs.

The person who had just fought with him slowly walked out of the shadow. Hailan's pupils were filled with haze, and her brilliant blonde hair seemed to be stained with this haze. It can be said that this is a person who completely meets the aesthetic standards of the temple and has a deep hatred.

Aresio labeled the other party boredly. I wonder if it was an illusion, but he felt that this person looked a little familiar.

Have you seen it before?

Sure enough, the other party looked at him quietly for a while and spoke slowly.

"Meet again, Aresio."

He bit the name of the blood clan, and he hated it, but it seemed not just hated. This kind of look is seen by the lunatic before, but, how can I say, when the lunatic stares at him like this, he will feel very cute, and now... doesn't make him happy. Of course, the most important question is...

Who is this?

It’s not that he can’t remember it. Arecio, who holds the goldfish memory, has very interesting brain partitions. One partition needs to be remembered, and even some staff members of the conservation center will intentionally remember it because it is necessary; the other partition is temporary memory, and you can search for details such as recalling them. The disadvantage is that they will be cleared every once in a while.

Now, the latter partition of Arecio is obviously unknown how many times it has been cleared.

His slightly hesitant expression was seen by the hunter, and the hatred surged in his heart again, and the hunter laughed like a self-deprecating person.

"Who else can you remember except Ruzius?"

He paused, and he continued.

"Even if you have forgotten it, then don't ask my name now?"

"I'm over the age of being a ruthless person who likes to speak harshly, and there is no need to ask." Arecio replied very simply, "The people who will appear in the temple of this farm may only be an accomplice, and I will kill you."

"My name is Yameng." The hunter spoke regardless of the words, and the holy sword he was wearing on his waist began to tremble.

"It's only for you, the hunter who will kill you."

As soon as this sentence was settled, Yameng's pupils suddenly tightened. After several transformations, he twisted his strong body after several changes, allowing him to avoid the raid of the blood clan. He looked at the red pupils that had been completely opened in front of him, and finally, the blood clan finally faced him, after he said the words destined to anger Aresio.

"You're really upset."

Arecio said that he had completely killed himself. If he was like a psychopath, one would be enough, and he would only accept one.

Yameng finally got what he wanted. He drew out the holy sword and stared at the blood clan in front of him.

He has been looking forward to this moment for too long.

* * *

The saint was riding a griffin and gliding in the valley at a low altitude. Of course, he could fly at a faster speed, but he had to cooperate with the military's pace to restrain his speed to the present level. At such a low speed, he could even distract himself from looking at the communicator, and he was bargaining with Tong.

"I want to see what happened there in Areci, I know you can do it."

【This is not included in our transactions.】

"You will not have repeat customers when doing business in this way."

【…】

"Just just add a little bit of a headache, aren't you watching now?"

【…】

Tong didn't want to get too involved with this crazy person, so she just released the picture.

The saint looked at the picture, his hand holding the communicator gradually tightened, and finally smiled. The griffin was in tune with him. The second after he made the decision, he roared, flapped his wings and flew up vertically, and flew to the farm quickly like a meteor!

In the farm, the escape of nightmare caused chaos in the surroundings. Aresio also found out the level of this hunter, and seemed to have experienced some cruel physical transformation, which can do things that humans cannot do, and even stimulate the power of the Holy Sword more than 100%. The Holy Sword has restrained the dark creatures, and Aresio did not want to be injured, so he chose to avoid it all the time.

The hunter fought with him several times, and his eyes became brighter and brighter as he got what he wanted.

"I have been waiting for a day for a long time." Yameng said. The excessive use of the holy sword made his arms climb with scarlet cracks like silk mesh. But only when using the holy sword, he would get Arecio's direct eyes, and he kept using it like a madman. Arecio took into account the nightmare below, and was mostly defending, and his mood was getting worse and worse.

"I have accepted many transformations, which can give me the qualification to stand in front of you! I also..."

I'm sick! I'm not cute at all! Arecio was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He even began to think about opening the domain to crush him, but he felt that that would make him lose his price.

Just as he was struggling, a familiar voice suddenly came from above his head.

“Areci.”

He just called out his name and had no information. The long-standing tacit understanding made Arecio react immediately. He teleported away from the original place, and the saint riding on the griffin roared down. Yameng suffered a heavy blow and fell to the ground. After the roar and smoke, he coughed out a mouthful of blood, and the surrounding ground cracked.

The saint jumped off the griffin and landed on the ground, without any intention of waiting for the opponent to get up. The sharp chain at the tip fell vertically. If Yameng hadn't rolled and avoided in time, he would have been riddled with holes!

"Cough...Ahem...You..."

Yameng stared at the saints in the white cloak. Their eyes and hair colors were similar but different. They once had a common position, and only one was favored by fate. That person was never himself.

Ruzius didn't speak or had no expression. After seeing Arecio trying to lean over again, he spoke out.

"Areci, go and help those nightmares, I'm here."

Arecio couldn't ask for it! He really didn't want to fight a sick and weird opponent, so he would let the lunatic go up and fight the poison with poison. He believed that the lunatic would definitely poison the other party!

"Don't leave..." Yameng struggled to get up. The Saint had moved his steps, just blocking Arecio's back as he left.

He didn't even want him to take a look at his back...

But it doesn't matter, he has become stronger. If the opponent was at the level of the northern front before, he could handle it! Then catch up with Arecio again!

However, the saint stretched out his hand into the void beside him, and the holy gun appeared. The terrifying power made the holy sword cry instantly. Yameng could hardly stop his instinctive trembling, and the other party's figure seemed to become extremely huge. He gasped under the heavy pressure, like an ant looking up at the mountains.

Why... why can he suddenly become so strong?! The gap between them shouldn't be so big?!!

The saint who had already recovered all his memories raised his eyes. Even if he knew that the opposite was his former colleague, there was no mercy in his eyes, the beautiful sky-colored eyes.

“I don’t like dreamers very much.”

He said softly, his tone could be called gentle.

"It's even more annoying, daydreaming people."

* * *

Yameng knew that he was going to die, and his body was telling him like this, but he was too unwilling to give up. He still wanted to breathe, open his eyes, and search for the figure of the blood clan. To his surprise, he actually opened his eyes. The scenery in front of him was blurred first, but then gradually became clearer.

“…dead?”

It was the blood clan who was talking.

"Dead."

The saint answered smoothly.

No! He is not dead yet! He can fight again! Look at him! Look at him!

"You are dead! I just found the relevant documents of this farm. Are the hunters in your temple so unrestrained? This kind of institution has also taken over... Why are you looking deep?"
To be continued...