Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

This is a direct criticism of Nyaruko from the home of a certain Director Leng.

They actually murdered the devout followers who called upon them, giving them a severe beating.

The impact is extremely bad!

At the same time, Luo Zhenyu urged for more updates using his real name.

"Ready to go... huh?"

Just as Luo Zhen was about to rush out and disrupt the ceremony, the unexpected happened.

The red light emanating from the altar flickered a few times like a faulty light bulb before slowly going out.

Without a doubt, the ceremony failed.

On the cold altar, only the lifeless Onmyoji, with his limbs broken, lay silently.

The thirsty blood slowly congealed, no longer warm as it once surged through the veins.

His so-called last-ditch effort was like a hamster's struggle in front of the bishop.

It was ridiculous and comical.

It will crumble with the slightest touch.

"It failed..."

Standing blankly before the altar, the bishop's already lifeless pupils were now shrouded in a gray hue.

If the sacrifice is successful, then these humans will be no threat.

But the sacrifice failed.

The sacrifice that carried his hopes failed just like that.

“Go and tell them that the sacrifice was successful and that the Father God will watch over us as we drive out the enemy.”

The bishop gripped the scepter tightly and said.

The most important thing now is to get through this difficult time; we can deal with the rest later.

"Remember, never let anyone know that the sacrifice has failed."

"Understood." *2

Luo Zhen and the town mayor, who appeared out of nowhere, spoke in unison.

The air was suddenly silent.

Chapter 224 Luo Zhen: |DMO

"Okay, got it!" *2

The answer came in unison.

At that moment, the air inside the building fell silent.

The mayor and the bishop stared in disbelief at the red armored man who had appeared out of nowhere.

Its entire armor is predominantly red, and it also has a lot of completely incomprehensible decorations.

For example, the red unicorn on its head and the wheel-like chest armor.

"you!"

Realizing what was happening, the town mayor raised his hand and reached for Luo Zhen's neck.

He is still very confident in his strength.

"Snapped."

"Click."

A crisp sound of something hitting something and the sound of something breaking rang out one after the other.

The mayor's outstretched hand was broken in the opposite direction, the stark white bone protruding from the muscle and exposed to the air.

"Quiet!"

With his mouth wide open, the mayor's scream was swallowed back down just as it reached his throat.

An armored hand pressed down on his chin from below, the force of which slammed him against the wall.

"Oh!"

The mayor's back slammed against the wall with a dull thud, and spiderweb-like cracks spread out.

A few pebbles fell at Luo Zhen's feet and were then crushed.

"A body unlike any other."

Although he was powerless against the transformed Luo Zhen, this mayor was undoubtedly an insurmountable disaster for ordinary people.

Even carrying a pistol cannot guarantee one's safety.

Not to mention the mental pollution caused by the other party.

With a wave of his hand, the Holy Emblem Sword automatically appeared in Luo Zhen's hand.

Before the bishop could react, the sharp blade pierced the mayor's chest, pinning him to the wall.

A blinding light flashed where the blade had pierced the blade, followed by an explosion.

Like a frog tied to an experimental table, the mayor was killed with almost no ability to resist.

After swiftly and decisively killing the town mayor, Luo Zhen did not relax but clenched his fists.

"Go away!"

The air behind him surged violently, and the guy called the bishop leaped up from not far from the altar and pounced on Luo Zhen.

Its bulky body, coupled with its rather short limbs, made it look like a giant toad.

From this angle, you can easily dodge the attack by simply turning your body slightly to the side.

But Luo Zhen did not do that.

Stand firmly on your feet and clench your fists.

He turned and delivered a straight punch, striking the bishop squarely in the chest.

In that instant, the bishop seemed to hear the sound of something shattering.

After a brief pause in mid-air, the bishop flew back at an even faster speed, crashing onto the altar and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Amidst the rising dust, the corpse left by the Onmyoji on the altar was blown away and landed among the rocks not far away.

The bishop, who had barely managed to get up, paid no attention to the cold corpse. All he wanted now was to kill Luo Zhen as soon as possible to prevent news of the failed ritual from leaking out.

Luo Zhen, however, glanced at the corpse among the rocks with an ambiguous expression.

Although she quickly looked away, she did pay some attention to the corpse.

"No matter who you are, you are not leaving this place today."

Clutching his chest, the bishop said fiercely.

Luo Zhen simply gave him a puzzled look.

He genuinely didn't understand much of what the guy was saying.

His English level wasn't very high to begin with, and it took him a lot of effort to understand it before.

The bishop now speaks with a strange accent, and his voice is becoming increasingly peculiar, likely due to lung damage. Luo Zhen can no longer understand what he's saying at all.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand; it's just a bunch of harsh words.

He made many harsh remarks after being let off the hook.

"I don't understand, but that's okay."

Luo Zhen casually pulled the Holy Symbol Sword stuck in the wall and looked at the bishop.

He now has two choices: kill the guy or contain him.

After careful consideration, Luo Zhen decided to take it in.

After all, it wasn't hard to tell from the previous conversation that this guy was one of the higher-ranking people in town, perhaps even the highest-ranking.

Therefore, it is absolutely necessary to contain them.

However, there is one thing to note now.

"Then, let's ease up a bit."

Luo Zhen brushed his fingertips across the back of the blade and gently adjusted his belt.

The crimson figure disappeared from the bishop's sight in the next second.

A ring of dust rose from where Luo Zhen had been standing.

But the crimson figure had vanished without a trace.

'No! It didn't disappear!'

The thought flashed through my mind, and then a sharp pain shot through my waist.

Turning his head, he saw a long wound on his side.

The already somewhat worn gray robe now looked even more tattered, hanging loosely on his body like a rag.

Before he could put up any effective resistance, wounds began to appear all over his body.

It turned him into a bloody mess almost instantly.

A large amount of blood gushed out from the wound.

Compared to the blood of an ordinary person, this guy's blood temperature is lower.

Like some kind of cold-blooded animal.

But neither of the two people present were paying attention to this.

In accelerated mode, Luo Zhen gripped the Holy Symbol Sword and left wounds on the bishop's body.

In this mode, he hasn't met many people who can match his speed.

Although there are certainly people faster than him, he hasn't met any yet.

"Finish."

Luo Zhen, having exited the acceleration mode, flicked the Holy Emblem Slash Sword in his hand, wiping away the bloodstains on the blade.

Although the Holy Symbol Sword is a very rare and handy weapon.

However, it still falls short of the legendary divine weapons that could cut hair in two and be incomparably sharp.

Many famous swords have this description: they will not be stained with blood after killing someone.

In theory, science and technology can achieve this.

But Luo Zhen didn't pay much attention to this.

"gone."

Holding the Holy Emblem Sword in one hand and carrying the bishop's limp body in the other, Luo Zhen spoke loudly before leaving, as if he were deliberately saying it to someone.

After I left, the building was quiet.

Only a few specks of dust danced in the air with the air currents.

"Pooh!"

After a while, a gasp of relief came from the rocks behind the altar.

It's like someone who's been held underwater finally surfacing to breathe just before they're about to suffocate.

"That was close, I almost really died."

Breathing deeply the not-so-fresh air, which was also mixed with a lot of dust, the Onmyoji said with lingering fear.

Although his actual strength is not that great, he still has these little tricks up his sleeve.

Fortunately, the ritual failed, otherwise he certainly wouldn't have survived.

“Hiss—it hurts.”