Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

One of the delinquents' eyes lit up, and he was about to loudly call out to his companions.

The next second, the park was surrounded.

Surrounded by a vast expanse of scarlet eyes.

In the woods, in the shadows.

A gaze filled with crimson.

One of the delinquents who had finally managed to escape was now being dragged back by a ghostly soldier, who was holding him like a dead dog.

A long trail was left on the ground.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't scared to death.

This guy just tried to fight back when he was hit by the ghost soldiers, so his limbs were cut off.

At the park entrance, the thin boy quietly watched the scene unfold before him.

His chest was filled with the thrill of revenge.

Thanks to this group of thugs who usually gather here, the park is rarely visited.

Or rather, apart from those few, no one else would come this way at all.

"So, bullying others is this satisfying?"

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead, but what he touched was a demonic horn.

The boy lowered his hand, somewhat bored.

Underneath the mask, there were several obvious scars on his forehead.

That was freshly left the day before yesterday.

As the group of delinquents were brought before him and forced to kneel down one by one, the boy tightened his coat and began to scrutinize them.

"Where's Tanaka?"

Suddenly, the boy spoke up and asked.

One is missing.

Aside from some people he didn't recognize, one of the guys who usually bullied him was missing from this group.

Where did that guy go?

"Tanaka?"

The person being questioned was taken aback.

It seems like I still don't understand what happened.

The scene before him was far too stimulating for him.

Ultimately, he's only sixteen or seventeen years old; he doesn't have a heart big enough for that.

Just then, the guy the boy had questioned returned to the park.

"What are you guys doing?"

Tanaka, holding a large bag of drinks, stared blankly at the scene before him.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the boy turned around abruptly.

Tanaka, standing at the park entrance, didn't know what was happening, but instinctively felt something was wrong.

The drink in my arms fell to the ground, and I instinctively turned and ran.

But a sharp glint of light flashed by.

As Tanaka ran, he suddenly felt as if he had lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

"my leg!"

Looking back, I realized that my body from the knees down had completely detached from my body.

The crimson blood left a long trail on the ground.

Only then did Tanaka belatedly realize that pain was approaching.

A shadow fell over the wailing field. With his eyes barely open, he saw a demonic face.

The painful wails were immediately tinged with terror.

Chapter 1072 This is truly disgusting.

Inside the park, a group of delinquent teenagers who usually bullied others at school looked like wilted eggplants after being frosted.

It also resembles a timid quail with its head lowered.

They all wished they could shove their heads into their chests.

Besides the guys squatting on the ground, there were a few lying on the ground groaning.

The once warm, scarlet blood gradually cooled, its color darkening and becoming duller.

The guy whose tongue was ripped off at the beginning is now barely moving.

It looks like he's already dead.

Think about it too.

Although it only took a minute or two.

But with such a large amount of bleeding, he would be close to death even if he didn't.

I estimate that in a little while, we will have to say goodbye to this beautiful world for good.

As for that guy who just tried to run away?

He was dragged back by the hair by the ghostly soldiers.

He also smashed a security camera while he was at it.

This is the only surveillance device in the vicinity.

The previous monitoring equipment was basically damaged by this group of scoundrels.

In particular, it provides a good view of the park's surveillance equipment.

That one only showed part of the road.

"Ah."

He glanced at the group of guys who usually beat and bullied him.

The boy suddenly found it somewhat funny.

They're such a bunch of good-for-nothings, yet I was bullied so badly by them before.

Was I like this before?

That's absolutely disgusting.

It's both pathetic and laughable to think about it.

That weak and helpless look of his was practically telling these scumbags to come and bully him.

"Who the hell are you?"

One of the delinquent girls, who seemed to be the leader of a small group, mustered up her courage and spoke.

She was, after all, the leader of the group.

How can you be so easily frightened by such a small thing?

The delinquent girl cheered herself up internally.

If you ignore her trembling legs, she seems quite brave.

The boy glanced at the delinquent whose name he couldn't quite remember.

I ignored the guy.

He is trying very hard to control himself right now.

Ever since he put on the mask, he could feel that something was wrong with him.

A crazy urge to destroy was raging inside me.

It urged him to summon those ghostly soldiers to wreak havoc and take control of everything.

He has the power; he can do it.

This is what he deserves.

It was as if a voice was telling him this.

Everyone has a dark side.

It's just that most people can control it.

After putting on the mask, the dark side of the boy's heart was completely unleashed.

What would it be like if a madman possessed power?

One can imagine that it must have been a disaster.

But the boy did not do that.

The coat he was wearing told him that there were still good people in this world.

Although it's rare, I've only encountered one myself.

It's a bit late, a little late.

Although I don't even know their names, I don't know where to repay them.

Although we only met once, we probably won't see each other again.

But that was the first time the boy felt that there were still good people in the world.

Compared to those at school who either bullied or isolated her, that drunken uncle seemed more like a real person.

Forgive him for saying that, but in this boy's eyes, his classmates at school were no different from the dead.

No, at least the dead won't bully you.

"Kill them all."

Looking at this group of guys who seemed powerful and unapproachable in his mind.

The boy said somewhat listlessly.

He would never have dared to imagine such a thing in the past, but now he said it very naturally.

It feels a bit boring.

At first, the boy felt quite pleased to see these guys screaming in fear.

But now, it feels like something is missing.

Perhaps it's because it lacks the embellishment of fresh blood.

Simple fear seems a bit boring.

Once the boy understood, he immediately gave the ghost soldiers new instructions.

Let them kill them one by one.

Put the guys you hate the most at the end.

"do not want!"

"Help! I don't want to die!"

"I'll do anything you ask! Please!"

In an instant, the once quiet park erupted in excitement once more.

Some people were begging for mercy, while others were trying to escape.

Some people want to take a gamble.

If we can kill this guy, we'll live; if we can't, we'll die anyway.

However, these guys were all pinned to the ground and killed by the ghost soldiers.