The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

　He woke up.

　　

　　The ice crystal on the surface of his tongue began to melt and the blood of the saint that had been frozen in it flowed out.
The blood brought him strength, so Alessio finally woke up after a long sleep.

　　

　　Surrounded by a silence not even found in the deepest night, he gradually recovered his senses, a soft and slightly moist touch coming from his fingertips.
The sense of touch which was first to recover stimulated the other senses.
He gradually smelled the light fragrance of flowers and heard the heartbeat of a certain someone.

　　

　　Of course, this heartbeat wouldn’t be his.
He had been lying in the coffin for so many years that the simulated human physiological function supported by his own will had declared a strike, leaving only the empty and hollow dead body that belonged to his essence. 

　　

　　No body temperature, no heartbeat, immortality, like a curse.

　　

　　He was – a vampire.

　　

　　The name of this ancient race made his eyes fluttered.
In the silence, Alessio opened his eyes.
His eyes were the deep red colour praised by the vampires.
His short hair, scattered on the side of his head, was deep black like midnight.

　　

　　And under him, the moist and fresh Multiflora roses were scattered around as if they had just been plucked.

　　

　　He stared into the darkness before him, seemingly in contemplation, when suddenly he blinked his eyelashes, then blinked again, then ……

　　

　　He sneezed.

　　

　　Who the f**k put flowers inside the coffin!? 

　　

　　Alessio was not allergic to roses, but his overly sensitive vampire’s sense of smell made it difficult for him to tolerate a small space filled with the scent of flowers.
He tried to open the coffin to escape.
He fumbled around and finally found the switch, not waiting for him to feel happy, a question was rising in front of him.

　　

　　Is this coffin a flip-top, or a sliding lid too?

　　

　　“……”

　　

　　Because of his aversion to using a coffin as a bed, Alessio had not slept in a coffin for many years.
At this moment, he naturally could not remember exactly how to open it.
Now, the vast majority of his actions still followed the same instincts when he first woke up.
After another sneeze, his memory gradually began to return.

　　

　– about the reason why he slept in this coffin.

　　

　　Alessio’s hand felt to his side and touched a slightly warm body.
His fingertips could feel the cool smoothness of the Temple’s special clothing, as well as the opulent patterns woven from expensive enchanted silk threads.
He touched the cheek of the sleeping man and reflexively withdrew his hand quickly.

　　

　　”Dang!”

　　

　　Retreating too quickly, his head knocked on the inner wall of the coffin.

　　

　　Covering the place where he bumped his head, Alessio’s expression was very complicated in the darkness.
He hesitated and finally reached out his hand once again and touched the saint’s cheek.

　　

　　Warm, he can feel his breath.
Before he also heard his heartbeat.
This psycho is still alive.

　　

　　He still remembered how this psychopath used the domain to control him, press him into this coffin, and reveal to him the prophecy of extinction after the seven apertures oozed blood.
This psychopath maintained his biting cold appearance even when the conflict with him was the most intense and finally showed a smile when he was about to die.

　　

　　

[Sleep, my destiny for which I was born]

　　

　　

[Everything will be extinct in a great rain of fire, and you and I will get on the ark and sail to a new era of gold]

　　

　　Alessio sneezed again.
He couldn’t remember any more, he had to get out quickly.

　　

　　He pulled the switch hard, thinking that the coffin’s cover was either a slide cover or flip cover, which direction to try again!

　　

　　Pull down, no movement.

　　

　　Push up, no movement.

　　

　　Alessio was freakish.
What kind of coffin is this? Or did he sleep for too long and now the coffin was out of date in the vampires? 

Are your coffins so advanced? Don’t tell me you use voice control?

　　

　　He snapped to the left anxiously.
The coffin made a sound, and the dim light of the sky fell in.

　　

　　Alessio used his arm to cover his eyes to adapt to the light.
When he was able to see clearly, he went to see how this magical coffin was opened for the first time.

　　　　 What damn coffin actually has a revolving lid?!

　　

　　Looking at the coffin plate that spun out to the right angle of the main body, Alessio fell into a long silence.

　　

　　This design ……

　　

　　Don’t you think it takes up a lot of space! 

　　

　　     

Giving the design of the coffin a cross in his heart, Alessio felt some sight. 

It was indeed some sight.
He had a wonderful and highly anticipated feeling.
The last time he had this feeling was at the grand and luxurious dinner party of the vampires, or when the Silver Crusade was deployed in the temple to besiege him.

　　

　　He raised his head, expecting to see people, but only saw a large number of metal flying machines suspended in mid-air.
The front of the translucent crystal reflects the real-time image.
These metal vehicles have streamlined wings for hovering.
One of them was like a curious child, slowly approaching him –

　　

　　”Ka-cha!”

　　

After the metal machine broke apart in the air and achieved such an effect, relying only on sight-guided mental energy, Alessio looked at the wreckage that fell to the ground.
He knew little about alchemy, but he could tell that this artefact really wasn’t loaded with any attack devices, and the overall structure was a bit strange.
At least, Alessio didn’t find the shiny magic crystals that were usually used as energy sources.

　　

　　His eyes slowly moved to the other metal objects in the air, and crossing over them, Alessio was suddenly attracted by the sight behind him.

　　

　　”…… what?”

　　

　　Banners draped in red and gold were waving in the wind, below was a huge splendid garland arch, and even spread a red carpet all the way to this coffin.
These objects together were creating an extraordinarily cheerful and even joyfu