Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

It's called a demon, but it's not really one; and it's even less likely to be human.

If I had to put it in perspective, it would probably be similar in nature to electric current.

Weapon Man, I think that's a term.

They're just a bunch of insignificant nobodys.

“Okay, Miss Machima.”

The group of people, their eyes cold, unleashed their respective methods.

In an instant, several weapon-like figures of various shapes appeared before Luo Zhen and the shore.

Luo Zhen did not choose to stop these people; he simply watched coldly.

Although Anbian had some doubts, he did not say anything.

At first glance, you can see knives, swords, whips, and so on.

It looks incredibly ferocious.

Several armed figures stood in front of Machima like a wall.

It's less about protecting and more about preventing Miss Machima's eyes from getting 'dirty'.

"go to hell!"

Several weaponized figures charged toward Luo Zhen, their grotesque heads no longer resembling human features.

However, anyone could sense the overflowing excitement and hostility.

Faced with these creatures that resembled aberrations, Luo Zhen's hand reached for the driver at his waist.

The next second.........

"Amazon."

boom--

A sudden burst of scorching heat erupted.

The air was instantly heated to a temperature high enough to burn a person, and after being briefly compressed, it exploded with a bang.

The ear-piercing roar made it seem as if people had gone deaf for a moment.

But at this moment, no one has the time to care about their ears.

Those weapons that were rushing towards Luo Zhen were sent flying back at an even faster speed in an instant.

It's like being hit head-on by a speeding, fully loaded truck.

The man with the long whip nearly knocked over his beloved Miss Machima.

Even those on the shore, some distance from Luo Zhen, were pushed back several steps by the scorching heat wave before coming to a stop.

The scorching air reminded the shore of a fire-breathing demon he had encountered in his youth.

Even the demon's flames didn't seem this hot, did they?

"This is."

Lowering his arm from his face, he stared blankly at the rising steam not far in front of him.

A human figure could be vaguely seen in the steam.

Tiny green lights shone within.

It gives people a very bad feeling.

Chapter 1120 Are Magical Girls Really This Dangerous?

"Who is this guy?!"

The longsword-wielding man, who had been knocked to the ground by the blast wave, got up and looked at the rising steam with some disbelief.

It looks like that person just pulled out a belt.

To be honest, he couldn't see it very clearly.

After all, her heart was completely devoted to Machima.

Therefore, women only affect the speed at which you draw your sword.

"Damn guy!"

The sword demon, who had been defeated by Hayakawa Aki, pulled himself out of the wall.

That last blow embedded him directly into the wall next to him.

With a flick of his wrist, the demon with the sword charged towards Luo Zhen once again.

He doesn't care about all that stuff.

Miss Machima would be very happy if she could defeat this guy.

Maybe she'll go on a date with me.

Blinded by rage, the Demon of the Blade charged forward without a second thought.

His idea is simple.

Even if injured, they can recover quickly thanks to their own regenerative abilities.

If I can defeat this guy first, it will definitely leave a good impression on Miss Machima.

In the steam, the blurry human figure was noticed as the Demon of the Blade.

A green light suddenly shone brightly.

That light gave people a very ominous feeling.

It was twisted into a narrow path of light in the rising steam.

Like a predator squinting at its prey.

"go to hell!"

The blade on his arm was raised high and thrust into the steam.

The Demon of the Blade doesn't care about such superstitious nonsense.

His mind was focused on one simple thing: kill this guy and win Miss Machima's approval.

However, the moment this thought popped into his head...

A jet-black forearm with sharp blades pierced through the steam and reached out to grab the head of the sword demon.

A tremendous force emanated from it.

The Demon of the Blade felt as if his head was about to split open.

Click!

A grating, metallic creaking sound filled the air.

The head of the sword demon, which seemed to be made of metal, was deformed little by little under the black claws.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A pitiful wail escaped its mouth.

He wildly swung the blade on his arm, trying to attack the enemy in the steam and force him to defend.

However, the blade that had been thrust into the smoke was suddenly restrained by a tremendous force at a certain moment.

Before he could react, a crisp sound rang out.

The blade was broken.

At the same time, the person in the steam seemed to have gotten tired of playing with the Demon of the Blade and slammed it hard onto the ground.

With a loud boom, a huge spiderweb-like crack appeared, centered on the demon of the sword.

A strong gust of air swept up the steam, dispersing much of it.

Only then did the figure in the smoke become clearer.

What kind of creature is this?

He stood on the shore, having left the battlefield, staring blankly at the figure before him.

His scarlet body was covered with green scars, and his strong forearms looked like they were covered with black arm armor.

The sharp blades on the arm reflected a chilling glint in the sunlight, giving off an extremely dangerous feeling.

An unintentional turn of the head allowed the shore to see the emerald green compound eyes.

Originally, those big eyes shouldn't have made people feel threatened; they might even have seemed a little funny.

But when I actually saw it, I couldn't laugh at all.

Those emerald green compound eyes were filled with 'hunger' and 'bloodlust'.

Like piranhas in the Amazon rainforest, they rush up as soon as they smell blood and tear their enemies to shreds and feast on them.

Even without eye contact, it sends chills down your spine.

What truly stunned the shore was not its somewhat ferocious and terrifying appearance.

Rather, it was the ferocious appearance of the opponent during the fight.

"Damn it!"

The swordsman held his two swords in front of his chest in an attempt to defend himself.

But this fragile defense was pierced through by the dark claws in the next second, and the body was also pierced and hung on the dark arm.

The sharp blade shattered under the impact, the broken pieces flying high into the air before falling to the ground.

Just as the Demon of the Blade had finally regained his senses and was getting up from the ground, he was stomped on the head and embedded in the ground.

His body twitched briefly before returning to calm, as if he were dead.

Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I always felt that the guy's head looked quite severely deformed.

The flamethrower user hurriedly raised the gun barrel on his arm, and scorching flames spewed out from the barrel, forming an overwhelming wall of fire.

It seemed impressive, but it was completely ineffective.

The next moment, Luo Zhen burst out of the flames, his scarlet body seemingly brighter than the flames themselves.

The scorching flames left not a single mark on his body.

The muzzle of the gun, which was spewing flames, was grabbed and bent at a 90° angle in an instant.

With his other hand, he gripped the flamethrower demon's shoulder.

With both hands exerting force simultaneously, the arm that was spewing flames was torn off.

The piercing wail was immediately silenced by a dark, sharp claw.

The thing on his face that looked like a fuel canister was violently crushed.

The explosion instantly engulfed his head.

He let go and quietly watched as the other person knelt on the ground, howling and rolling around in agony.

Luo Zhen turned around to look for his next prey.

He then stomped hard on the head of the sword demon.

The other person's body stiffened suddenly before slowly relaxing.

If nothing unexpected happens, even if this guy survives, he'll just be an idiot.

Watching their brutal fighting style, the people on the shore couldn't tell for a moment who the real demon was.

It would be ridiculous to call those who were ravaged to their knees and howling in pain ferocious demons.

Compared to those guys, Luo Zhencai, who was currently wreaking havoc on the battlefield, seemed more like a true demon.

But Luo Zhen is clearly a god.

Those on the shore were also somewhat confused for a moment.

For some reason, Luo Zhen's self-introduction from back then came back to mind.

'What kind of god are you?'