Willing to admit defeat, Lucius deployed detection magic and started working. Since his recovery, not to mention Arecio, even he has not been able to stretch his muscles. Tens of thousands of years ago and ten thousand years later are really different.

, he and Arecio, as camp leaders who grew up in the flames of war, possess power beyond imagination.

The long chain was tightened, and the vampires wandered around him. Lucius soon discovered some traces, and when he tugged on the chain, Arecio wandered back.

"What did you find?"

"Well, here."

After clearing away the mud and sand on the seabed, what appeared in front of them was a stern door of bones, which just confirmed Arecio's previous guess.

There is only one problem before them now...

"It's your turn to use undead magic." Lucius said, which made Arecio look confused.

"But I don't know how to use necromancy."

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

"Not all dark creatures can use undead magic, okay? I have control over blood, shadow, space and spirit, so I am already extremely talented!" Arecio said unconvinced.

Lucius silently took notes in his mind. He had seen Arecio's shadow magic, and the button was still embedded in his notes. The power of blood is the talent of the vampires. It has many branches. I don't know what Arecio's shadow magic is.

Which category does Western Europe belong to? As for space and spirit, Arecio should have mastered them by himself. They are indeed powerful tools that can be used far or near.

Finally, there is the so-called [domain]. Judging from the previous wording, Arecio's domain is only big or small, and it remains to be seen.

Arecio didn't know that the opponent was estimating his combat power, but in the blink of an eye, he had an idea.

"Don't you try using necromancy?"

Lucius looked at him expressionlessly. Arecio's thinking was really amazing. How did he think of asking the saints of the temple to use undead magic?

"How could I have the aptitude for undead magic?"

"How did you learn elemental affinity?" Arecio despised this statement, "Everyone has the aptitude for magic of any attribute, but some are prominent and some are so weak that they are not visible...

…No! You must know! You just don’t want to use it!”

Lucius' eyes drifted slightly.

"Quick, I remember the spell, you can use it." Arecio threatened, "If you cross this psychological barrier, you might be the hidden mage with all attributes!"

At Arecio's insistence, Lucius could only try. The vampire gently recited a spell, which he should have learned from his former friend the lich. Lucius wrote it down and touched the fan with his fingertips.

The Gate of Bones is already prepared for spell casting to fail all the time.

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 light attributes, and their low aptitude for undead magic is really not worth mentioning.

Maybe after a few failures, Arecio will naturally give up... Thinking like this, Lucius silently recited the incantation.

The wandering water wave stagnated slightly, and then, the Bone Gate roared, and it was successful in one attempt! Lucius was slightly startled, but Arecio on the side happily entered the door directly, and his voice could still be vaguely heard.

"Aren't you very..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and Lucius followed him and sank into the door in an instant. The sight before him made him understand the silence of the vampires.

It is indeed the Sea of ​​the Dead. If I want to add a supplement, it should be "Relics".

A large group of soul butterflies fly gracefully in the water, with beautiful blue wings made of white bones. Water has no effect on them. They are still essentially ghost-like creatures between reality and reality. Soul butterflies flock in groups,

The remaining huge skeletons circled around, and the dark bottom was illuminated by their cold light, making it almost unnecessary to continue using night vision magic.

Aresio didn't say anything. He descended, and the soul butterflies flew up and surrounded him. Lucius also descended to the same height, and the soul butterflies immediately flew away as if they were pinching their noses.

Lucius:...This is discrimination.

Arecio unceremoniously laughed at the despised saint, and finally, like the saint, he stretched out his hand and asked for his cloak.

"Put it on for a while, and those butterflies won't hate you."

Putting on the saint's cloak, Arecio glided downward in the water lightly. He looked around and saw several gaps on the edge.

"The crown may have come out from here." He said, while casually filling the gap, and continued to speak to the saint who had not recovered the memory related to the Sea of ​​the Dead.

"This is not the complete Sea of ​​the Dead, only about one-tenth of the area remains."

Lucius could imagine how vast and majestic the Sea of ​​the Dead was in its former glory.

"Aren't you going to expose the existence of this place?"

"Of course not. I want to give the right of choice to Lucy. She is the heir here. All I care about is the role this place can play in the asylum and conservation center."

Especially when Lucy is fully awakened, these one-tenth of the ruins of the Sea of ​​the Dead are enough to become the strongest fortress of the conservation center.

Arecio lowered his head under the huge skeleton and looked for what he wanted in the pile of fragmented bones. The skeletons here have been warmed by the rich power of darkness, and are powerful and easy to manipulate. Unfortunately, many of them are incomplete. Lucy currently has not integrated non-similar ones.

The ability of the skeleton. After searching for a long time, he found a lizard skeleton that was missing one of its front paws. It had a mouth full of sharp teeth and seemed very ferocious in life.

This is good. He remembered that this kind of lizard looked like it was no bigger than a palm, but in fact it could bite off half of a person's head with its open mouth.

He put the bones in his pocket and prepared them as gifts. It 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 no longer hated him, even though there were two Alessios.

Although they were a little confused, the simple soul butterflies still happily circled around the saint.

Lucius stretched out his hand and poked one over. The soul butterfly was aggrieved by the poke, but still came over.

Aresi is really... very popular.

When he was bored and bullying the deceived butterflies, Arecio had already found a good position and was waving to him. It was the raised tail of a giant crocodile, permanently frozen in this posture, with Arecio sitting on the tail.

Looking up at the top, looking at the psychopath sitting down next to him, he said with relief or regret:

"I didn't find Helgodon...the bones of the Werewolf King may have been annihilated along with the remaining nine-tenths." At this point, Arecio smiled faintly, "Actually, I'm a little bit unsure.

Dare to see him, if I had..."

Lucius looked at his lowered eyelashes quietly, and was about to say something when some pictures suddenly flashed in his mind.

It was a snowy land with year-round wind and snow. He left the checkpoint set up by the temple in the west alone, trying to find a slim chance of meeting his fateful enemy. After those two meetings, there was always a fire burning him all the time.

In his heart, he couldn't wait, and he was willing to try even the luck he once most disdained.

The goddess of luck took pity on him and he met her.

The wind and snow roared, and the seriously injured vampire staggered over. He single-handedly resisted the three main armies of the Silver Crusaders. Even though he was a third-generation prince, he was close to running out of fuel at this moment. But the vampire was still walking, unable to find a safe place.

Instead of hiding somewhere, he took the huge risk of being discovered and walked all the way from the front to here.

The vampire raised his eyes and saw the hunter standing quietly. The wolf cub held in his arms let out a weak whimper due to cold and hunger.

[Are you coming to kill me?] The vampire said quietly, his body swaying unsteadily, [Only this time it won’t work, get out of the way.]

The hunter didn't move at all. He saw the cub in the arms of the vampire. This should be the child of the werewolf king. The temple paid a huge price to besiege and kill the werewolf king Helgodon and Queen Corsinia. The queen gave birth after the war and died of serious injuries.

, I didn’t expect to entrust the child to Arecio in the end.

The seriously injured vampire, the new king of werewolves... He may only have this chance in this life.

Seeing that he didn't move, the vampire was completely angered. He covered the wolf cub and rushed towards the hunter!

【Get out of the way!!!】

The wind and snow then roared violently, as if in response to the vampire's decisive attack at this moment! The flying snow foam splashed on Lucius's eyelashes, and he blinked slowly, but what passed behind his eyes was the massacred people.

The village of the snowy border people, and the head of the young wolf that was hung for public display...

He didn't avoid it.

The vampire was seriously injured and refused to use Corsinia's blood to replenish it. The blow did not kill him, but only caused him to roll more than ten meters in the snow. His internal organs were spasming with pain, and he slowly sucked in

He exhaled his breath slowly and managed to stand up after an unknown amount of time. The first thing he looked at was in the direction of the vampires.

The vampire fell down on the snow, and the howling of the wolf cub was the only sound besides the wind.

He coughed blood and walked over. The unconscious vampire was very quiet. He leaned over the vampire and pulled out the hunting knife he carried with him. The bright blade was almost drowned in the snow. He held the knife and stood frozen for a long time.

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

However, he coughed violently, and the hunting knife dropped, wiping a line of blood on the vampire's cheek. He could hardly stop coughing, and in his swaying vision was the vampire's bat wings flying towards the silver cross that day.

.

He finally lowered his head and said hoarsely in the vampire's ear:

【Go east.】

Then he staggered up, and there was a slight sound of wind. The cloak that was originally on him had fallen on the vampire. The heavy snow continued to fall, falling on the pure white cloak of the same color, gradually covering up the golden thorns. The wolf cub was no longer there.

He whimpered, probably because he felt warm, and made two soft and comfortable "wows" before he lay motionless in the arms of the vampire.

In the warmth brought by the cloak, the vampire's eyelashes trembled a few times, and the figure of the hunter who left with his back was completely submerged in the wind and snow.

The memory ended in an instant, Lucius raised his eyes again, and while the soul butterflies were flying, he spoke softly.

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

Arecio suddenly turned to look at him.

"You remember?"

"Um."

He remembered everything that had happened in that snowy area. Including the fact that he was not blamed when he returned home seriously injured. Instead, he stayed in the snowy area for another month or two before returning to the temple to make a statement.

The saint put on a new cloak, with golden thorns shining, and a hunting knife on his waist. He lowered his eyes quietly to his teacher, and the statement was coming to an end.

[The chess piece among the werewolves that we supported has been confirmed to be dead. Helgodon's own son has returned and ascended the throne as the new king. However, he is still young and cannot even transform into a human form. 】

He raised his eyes again, his sky-colored eyes were calm, but a ball of fire gradually danced under his eyes.
Chapter completed!