After hearing that Arecio had failed a course, Ruzius was completely confused.

Why is this?

He had to pick up the temple textbook and learn about his knowledge, so he handed over a full mark paper to Arecio.

"Even if it rains tomorrow, it may not be over." Aresio said, shaking his quill, his expression slightly sinking. "I mentioned to you before that the hunters of the second-generation Vampire Theo are going to hold a funeral, and I need to attend."

Ruzius's expression also subsided, and he didn't like Areci hearing similar news.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" he asked.

Aresio shook his head immediately, kidding, he hoped to catch the prince who turned into a bat form to take the exam, let's forget about the funeral.

Ruzius then changed to a relaxed topic.

"My script has been written and the relevant troupe has been formed to prepare for the performance. I believe it will be a good drama." He supported his face with one hand. Of course, the money for the troupe was sold to Theo's castle. There was still the rest, so he bought good materials and made a special trip for Arecio to make snacks.

“Is the Carnival on?”

"Yes, I also invited friends, you will definitely like them very much." Ruchius smiled, "You know Lich. Her partner is the last dragon. I asked him to take you around; I also invited werewolf in the snowy area. The couple is very loving; in the end it is us, and I arranged the best position."

When each other is distributing dog food, neither of them will suffer.

The only one who was in pain was the single dog on the field that night!

A certain emperor son who is preparing to watch the carnival:...

After making an appointment to watch a drama on Carnival, Arecio attended the funeral and was arranged to participate in multiple missions. On the night when he finally came back, he was awakened by a series of rapid knocks. He opened the door and the priest was standing outside the door, his clothes were messy, and he was so excited that he trembled.

"Arecio! He's dead!"

Arecio's red eyes widened slightly for a moment.

who?

"The third generation of blood clan prince Ruchius, confirmed his death! The spy we placed in Blood Moon Castle sent back the message, which he saw with his own eyes, the second generation of blood clan..."

The whole world echoed with a certain buzzing sound. Amid this buzzing sound, the figure of the priest gradually blurred in Arecio's eyes. Arecio heard the priest calling him, maybe he noticed his abnormality, but he could no longer care about so much.

He slowly raised his head as his fingernails pinched into his palms.

"I want to know all the causes and consequences."

Finally, the Archbishop spoke in person, and Arecio learned all the information currently known. He had no expression on his face, and he only spoke slowly after listening.

"So, Theo should be very weak at this time."

Arecio didn't know whether it was weak or not, but what he said was particularly certain and convincing. The Archbishop looked at him, looked at every inch of his expression, and finally nodded.

"Yes, in theory, that should be."

"Then why not kill him?" Aresio said quietly, with red eyes calm and calm, "We can kill him, this is the opportunity given to us by God."

Seeing that the Archbishop was hesitant, Arecio knelt sincerely on one knee.

"I don't think this opportunity should be missed. The hunters targeting Theo have died, which proves that this road cannot be done in Theo. We must think of other ways, and now is the best time."

His calmness made the Archbishop look at him. At the temporary gathering, Arecio did not eagerly fight for it, which might make the temple suspicious. Attacking the blood clan castle was a great risk, and he had to mobilize various means to achieve his ultimate goal.

Whether Ruzius is really dead or not, he will go and find Theo, and then-

revenge!

Afterwards, he wanted to at least find Ruzius's body. He is a sun walker and will not be burned by the sun. The body should exist.

He waited, and waited for all the discussions to finally settle. The Temple issued an order to recall almost all the hunters and priests, and formed an expeditionary force to attack the blood clan who had just experienced the turmoil. Aresio was not the leader, but his special identity allowed him to control almost half of the legion.

Enough.

Arecio rides on a griffin, and there seems to be flames in his red eyes.

The Vampire really has no leader. During the months of confrontation, the front line retreated again and again. The Temple became increasingly aware of the opportunity at this time, and increased the investment in manpower and material resources. It is necessary to completely defeat the main force of the Vampire in the shortest time.

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However, they had captured several castles, but they could not find Theo who should have been hiding in the coffin to recover from his wounds.

Aresio leaned against the window, and the rushing march during the day was very exhausting, but he still couldn't fall asleep. Noah, a blind eye prophet in the temple, came to his room and sat down. He was about to leave in a short while and urged him to go to bed early.

"You have to keep marching tomorrow, you have to rest more."

Aresio shook his head, and suddenly, he made a request.

"Noah, can you ask you to divine? Where is the divineo hidden?"

Noah scratched his head, and he knew his divination level very well, but he just made fun of the people in the market. But Arecio's tone was cautious, and he couldn't bear to refuse.

Goddess of Destiny, if you really have a spirit, let me give the correct instructions. Only this time, even if the divination before and after is a funny farce, as long as this time is correct!

The goddess of fate smiled at him.

"…Blood Moon Castle." Noah murmured, "Blood Moon Castle has become ruins."

When the prophecy was over, he wanted to stop Arecio immediately, for fear that he would run out in the middle of the night. As a result, Arecio did not move and even tidied up his bed to go to bed.

"…Areci?" Noah was careful, "I thought you were going to rush out immediately."

"I'm not stupid." Arecio narrowed his red eyes, "Day is the best time to do it, I hope tomorrow is a sunny day."

When the sun was exposed to the earth and the heat continued to steam, the team led by Arecio finally found the coffin deep underground. Arecio looked at the pattern from afar and confirmed that Ruzius had not had that bad taste.

Then it's Theo's coffin.

He raised his hand and stopped the temple hunter who wanted to go forward to open the coffin. His eyes stopped on the shading shadow of the coffin. If he approached rashly, the O, who was eager to recover, might be treated as food by the Ho.

Aresio was ready.

"Drive over the forklift that I had transformed before." He gave an order expressionlessly, accompanied by a roar, driven by magic energy, and a forklift with a giant shovel at the front came slowly.

coffin:???

coffin:……

Can't afford to play?

The forklift safely shoveled the coffin together with Theo to the open square. The waste rocks and soil here have been completely flattened, and the coffin is lying alone under the sun, and despair is brewing in silence.

Aresio personally operated the forklift and opened a cover for the coffin.

Theo, who had been severely injured, let out a shrill scream. He never dreamed that he had died of being exposed to the sun by the temple. It was his destiny that he had done it. The brilliant sunlight caused thick blood and tears to flow in his eyes. He roared at Arecio in revenge through a layer of blood.

"He is dead! I have killed him!"

After the initial stunned, Arecio's eyes suddenly lit up.

After the ashes turned into Theo were completely collected, Arecio left the team. Now no one dared to interfere with him. He is a well-deserved hero in this campaign to kill the second generation of blood clans. The temple's top leaders will always have a place, and the name of hero will be sung everywhere with the songs of the bard.

Walking through the ruins of Blood Moon Castle, Arecio had no time to think about it for so long, because he found a bunch of coffins in some hidden basement. Rucius's IQ was obviously much higher than Theo, and he also knew that it was true or false and made some interference items, but this was ineffective for Arecio.

He chose a coffin and buckled it lightly, as if knocking on the door.

Little rabbit, please open the door~

He thought of this nursery rhyme with a little bad taste, and suddenly, his hand knocked down in vain. His wrist was caught, and the blood clan who was in urgent need of blood after being seriously injured even remembered to lick it gently twice before he embedded his fangs into his hand bowl.

Arecio leaned against the coffin, and half of his body was leaning against the coffin. He wanted to knock down Ruzius's fangs, which must be very easy to sell.

A voice calling him came from a distant place. It was a colleague of the temple. Arecio couldn't help but turn around. He was not trying to leave, but wanted to judge the distance roughly so as not to find his colleagues all the way to catch him feeding the blood clan. But this action seemed to threaten the blood clan in the coffin who had already had some opinions because of insufficient blood flow on his wrists.

Aresio only felt the collar being pulled, and he couldn't help but open his eyes wide. However, it was too late to struggle now. The bliss brought by the blood clan's fangs made him lose nearly half of his resistance. His eyes fell into darkness. He heard the blood clan's slightly rapid gasp, and then the slightly wet touch on the side of his neck. His hand was upwards trying to hold up the coffin lid, but was held by his other hand, with his gentle fingers interlocking.

"I'm really... a little hungry..."

"It may hurt you."

"Shh, you'll hear it outside, you can bite my clothes."

The hunter who was looking for the saint came to this basement. He was shocked at the coffin for his purpose. He thought that there were blood tribes everywhere, but after knocking a few, he found that it was an empty coffin, so he finally let go of his guard.

But where did Mr. Arecio go? He just vaguely walked in this direction.

The hunter slowly went farther away. A slight sound suddenly came from a coffin behind him, and it was quickly suppressed and became silent again.

Under the brilliant sunshine, some crimson roses swayed beside the ruins.

This is an epic that no one knows.
Chapter completed!