Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

"No need to thank me."

Chapter 1152 You Seem to Have a Lot of Opinions About God

A man covered in blood staggered out of the abandoned hospital.

He seemed dazed.

It looked as if he had been taught a lesson by ten beastly seniors in turn.

His face was deathly pale and his eyes were wide open.

No, to be precise, it's just one eye.

His left eye had inexplicably turned into a dark hole.

His somewhat chubby cheeks were now covered in bloodstains, as if they had been scratched to pieces by something.

The filthy bloodstains soaked a large area of ​​his once relatively clean clothes.

It seems they are still trapped in a nightmare from which they cannot escape.

"I'm out, I'm out."

I looked up at the bright moon on the horizon.

The man couldn't help but shed tears of emotion.

Its mouth, smeared with blood, laughed wildly.

Everyone else is dead.

Of all the people who were with him, he is now the only one left who is dead.

He didn't use tricks to kill the terrifying monster like the protagonist in a horror movie, nor did he escape through his own intelligence.

He killed his companion as the monster demanded.

Despite the language barrier, they deduced the monster's demands by observing its body language.

Although I was reluctant at first.

But seeing the monster's sharp blades, he still made his move.

He picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground and stabbed it at his companion.

Meanwhile, his companions, realizing what was happening, grabbed a fragment of something they couldn't identify and began to fight back.

Having a weapon in hand is more reassuring than being unarmed.

Even if this weapon might hurt you.

This battle, or rather, the fierce fighting, went down to the very end.

The two men rolled around on the ground in a disheveled state, their faces contorted with rage, each wanting to kill the other.

Another person poked his eyeball with their finger and blinded one of his eyes.

He then bit the man's throat with his teeth.

It's ridiculous.

Two humans who usually had a fairly good relationship suddenly became more ferocious than ever before in order to survive, determined to kill each other.

They completely ignored the two monsters beside them who were thoroughly enjoying the spectacle.

Laughter from survivors echoed through the abandoned hospital.

The man stumbled forward, but even falling to the ground couldn't extinguish the ecstasy in his heart.

He made it out alive!

This is more gratifying than anything else.

However........

"Shh-"

A sound like something cutting through the air came from behind.

Several pitch-black tentacles suddenly emerged from the darkness and wrapped around his body.

A second time (crossed out)

Before the man could react, a tremendous force pulled him back into the abandoned hospital.

"No! I've already killed that guy!"

"You promised you'd let me go!"

The man, entangled by tentacles, struggled helplessly.

His face was filled with fear and despair.

"promise?"

I didn't promise you anything, did I?

Jilan tilted his head, feigning ignorance.

His thin fingers tapped lightly on his head, as if trying to understand the current situation.

"Oh I see."

"You mean, Rahm and the others promised you something, right?"

"But what does that have to do with me?"

With an innocent expression on his face, Bluebeard stared at the man with his dead fish-like eyes and asked.

It was as if they had suffered some injustice.

He reached out and grabbed the man's head, then whispered in his ear:

"What I hate most are people who slander and falsely accuse others."

"Because of those despicable guys."

"That's why Joan of Arc became like that."

"She was clearly so kind, so pure, and so gentle."

"But, but!!"

As he spoke, Bluebeard became increasingly agitated.

There seemed to be a hint of crying in her voice.

It looked like she was about to burst into tears.

But in fact, the next second all of Bluebeard's emotions vanished.

He said without the slightest expression:

"Alright, your time is up."

"It's time to hit the road."

The man struggled violently as if he had a premonition of something.

But this had no effect.

Bluebeard raised his hand, and his tentacles lifted the man above the magic circle.

The two excited Rahms, still buzzing with excitement, scrambled to one side.

The sharp blades of the feet are ready to dismember a man at any moment.

In fact, they couldn't wait any longer.

"bring it on."

“False gods, this will be the beginning of our great undertaking.”

"You can just keep watching from your superior position."

"I will definitely rescue Joan of Arc from your hands."

Turning around, Bluebeard hugged the book in his arms tightly and muttered to himself.

When Joan of Arc was mentioned, a hint of confusion seemed to flash across his face.

I have a feeling that something is wrong.

With his brows furrowed, Bluebeard instinctively sensed that something was wrong with him.

Just then, a dim light flashed on the cover of the book in my hand.

The confusion and bewilderment in Bluebeard's eyes vanished completely.

Instead, his previous fanatical expression returned.

It seems this person is not as simple as he appears.

His hand swung down suddenly.

Rahm's blade fell as well.

"laugh!"

The sound of flesh being severed rang out.

Warm, foul-smelling blood was splashed into the air.

Severed limbs lay scattered on the ground.

The blood immediately emitted a scarlet light upon entering the magic circle.

The bound man closed his eyes tightly, desperately awaiting death.

But why doesn't it hurt?

He quietly opened his eyes and saw a man holding a long knife with his back to him.

"You seem to have a lot of opinions about God."

"This perverted man."

With his long sword lightly resting on his shoulder, Yato turned his head slightly to look at Bluebeard behind him and said.

Bluebeard's shocked and angry face was reflected in his icy blue pupils.

In front of him lay Rahm, whose foot blades had been completely severed and who had fallen to the ground.

They were swaggering around just moments before, but now they're struggling on the ground like two dead dogs.

It kept emitting painful howls and roars.

As Yato finished speaking, the tentacles that were suspending the man snapped off.

He grabbed the man by the collar and threw him out.

Yato turned to look at Bluebeard.

His expression gradually became serious.

In his eyes, Bluebeard was enveloped in a chaotic aura.

Bluebeard is like looking at flowers through a fog, always remaining unclear.

Something was obstructing his view.

Occasionally, you'll see some strange things.

Tentacles, bat wings, and other things.

It was as if some creature was singing in a tone incomprehensible to humans.

"God?"

I pondered the word for a moment.

Bluebeard's already prominent eyes suddenly widened.

An unnatural flush appeared on her face.

He seemed very excited.

Chapter 1153 Luo Zhen: Okay, okay, I understand.