Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

That's fucked up.

I was wondering why I always felt something was off when I was a child.

Especially regarding explanations of Yin and Yang.

Air magic and the like.

Forget it.

Say nothing.

"So, there are seven of these masks left in total?"

El-Melloi II, standing to the side, had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

In the past, smoking or cigars was mostly used to complement one's magic tricks.

They come in various types, including those for defense, creating barriers, stabilizing mental states, and catalyzing magic circuits.

Well, part of the reason is that after being crowned El-Melloi II, when he was anxious about how to present himself as a monarch, a drunken magician advised him that "cigars and suits are a man's armor."

So that's how we came to see El-Melloi II as we know him today.

Judging from the results, it was actually quite good.

Nowadays, having a cigarette in one's mouth is more of a work habit.

Don't many people have their own little actions or habits to help them get into the zone faster when they are working or studying seriously?

Although it mainly serves as a psychological comfort.

Getting back to the main point, those who are meant to be serious will still be serious, while those who aren't serious are mostly just pretending to be serious to comfort themselves.

For example, a useless author.

"To be precise, there are 10 masks in total."

"Besides the nine scattered ones, there is one hidden in the Shadow Kingdom, which belongs to Tara, the ruler of the Shadow Kingdom."

Luo Zhen tried hard to recall memories that were already very distant from his mind.

Although after becoming a god, many things that were previously unclear in his memory began to become clear.

But the story of Jackie Chan's adventures is already quite distant.

Only some odds and ends remain.

Being able to remember these is already the limit.

"That's it."

El-Melloi II tapped his finger on the tablet, inputting all the information into it.

Magicians also need to keep up with the times.

He's incredibly skilled at using all these electronic gadgets now.

If I hadn't been exposed to the Zaun culture, I could have evolved into a pianist by now (just kidding).

Seeing El-Melloi II's actions, Rojin thought for a moment but did not stop him.

"I'll go out and look for it. If it's in the Tokyo area, I should be able to find it quickly."

After giving a few instructions, he swept his finger through the air, and a hazy dimensional barrier fell down, enveloping Luo Zhen within it.

When Luo Zhen reappeared, he was already on the rooftop.

Honestly, rooftops always evoke a lot of thoughts.

The wind is so noisy today, it's the place where Makoto fought.

These are all old jokes.

Furthermore, since Makoto in this world dies a terrible death just as he's about to take that step, let's not use that next joke.

Standing on the rooftop, Luo Zhen looked down at the city.

Although it is not a large city, it can certainly be called one of the most economically prosperous cities in the world.

I don't know if Aizen ever said this, but it's something like, "When you stand on high ground, everything seems insignificant."

Has it been said?

It seems not.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Sweeping away the jumbled thoughts in his mind, Luo Zhen's eyes widened slightly.

A dazzling light shone from its golden pupils.

Even in broad daylight, the two golden beams of light could be seen very clearly.

The next second, the entire city of Tokyo was brought into Luo Zhen's perception range.

Every corner can be seen very clearly.

This statement is somewhat inaccurate.

But at this moment, Luo Zhen had just that kind of feeling.

This is the first time I've ever unleashed my senses so freely in the city.

After all, it would be terrible if something went wrong and caused a misunderstanding.

Passersby hurry along the road, while interns complain about how difficult their work is.

While at an izakaya, I complained to my colleagues that my wife had recently started dressing up like a typical office worker.

A ghoul crouching in an alley, watching the passersby with longing eyes...

Ok?

Ghouls?

The next second, a pure white bone nail emerged from the void and stabbed fiercely towards the ghoul.

"Ahem!"

Before it could even react to what was happening, the ghoul's limbs were pierced and pinned to the ground.

A mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth.

"what is going on?!"

“Who is it?!”

Crimson threads wriggled at the wound, trying to heal it.

The khaki at the tailbone surged and waved wildly.

The next moment, more bone nails appeared, pinning the khathaloma that had appeared at his tailbone to the ground.

A mysterious pattern flashed across the surface of the bone nail.

No matter how much the ghoul struggled, it couldn't break free, like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, desperate and powerless.

Those who were eaten by it probably felt the same way before they died.

"Are you there?"

"Please dispatch a special task force to XXX location to contain a ghoul."

"Yes, I've already subdued it."

"Okay, please do it as soon as possible."

Luo Zhen tapped the earpiece lightly and spoke to El-Melloi II.

Was it an unexpected surprise?

I hadn't originally intended to look for this thing.

And then, by some accident...

This guy was just unlucky.

"It seems there aren't any left."

Frowning, Luo Zhen scanned the area twice but found nothing.

If those ghostly masks really existed, Luo Zhen should have been able to sense them.

But no, instead there were quite a few unexpected gains.

He had already relayed the location of those things to El-Melloi II.

Today was another busy day at the Tokyo base.

Although the Ghost Mask wasn't found, it seems like something else was found besides the freebies.

The gray dimensional barrier fell once more, and Luo Zhen's figure disappeared from the rooftop.

Near the former Beika Shrine, Luo Zhen's figure appeared.

"It seems to be around here."

When Luo Zhen was exploring just now, he vaguely sensed that there seemed to be a lingering dark aura in the vicinity.

I thought there would be some discovery, but there wasn't...?

The shadows beneath my feet surged like a bottomless pool.

Two pale white spots of light appeared, looking like a pair of eyes.

Chapter 1055 Soldiers of the Ninja Shadow Legion

As the shadows shifted beneath her feet, a small, delicate figure emerged from the darkness.

These shadows, except for the original Hollow Knight, all appear to be quite small.

The shadow emerged from the darkness and looked up at Luo Zhen, who in turn silently watched the shadow.

The two, one human and one shadow, silently stared at each other.

A few seconds later, the shadow nodded, as if it understood something.

After spinning around, it disappeared into the darkness once more.

The power of the void and the power of the ghosts seem very similar.

This applies to both the form of expression and the nature of the expression.

The Ghost Legion's ultimate goal is to unleash ultimate darkness to devour the world.

If the Void God were to be created without restraint, its unbridled expansion of Void power would plunge the entire world into darkness.

The Ghost Legion can summon a large group of ghost soldiers at will.

The power of the void created many containers.

It certainly looks very similar.

But in reality, the Ghost Legion possesses the power of darkness and shadow, while the power of the void is nothingness.

After the shadow left, Ryougi also contacted El-Melloi II.

It's said that many people abroad like to give their sons their father's name, adding a "little" prefix, or saying "second generation" or "third generation" or something similar.

It's not uncommon for people to give their full names directly.

"It's confirmed that there are none left here."

"How's it going with you over there?"

"The containment is complete. Thank you, Advisor Luo Zhen."

El-Melloi II responded from the other end of the headset.

They call it a shelter, but it's really just about picking up corpses.

A group of strange things were pinned to the ground by Luo Zhen.

Some of the more agitated individuals, who might disturb the peace, had their mouths sewn shut.

Well, these man-eating creatures don't need pity, nor do they feel pain (lol).

For some reason, I was reminded of a certain man with a light saw.