Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

However, the ghoul was standing blankly in the corner, silently watching Bluebeard pace back and forth.

Bluebeard paid no attention to the ghouls.

In his mind, this unfortunate thing had been like this ever since he summoned it.

So Bluebeard naturally assumed that this was how it was.

As for the idea that this thing possesses wisdom, as mentioned in some ancient books I remember,...

Bluebeard didn't take it seriously.

Anyway, ancient books were written however the people of that time wanted to write them.

Some discrepancies are acceptable.

Bluebeard even wrote in his notebook that everything he did was for the sake of holy justice.

This kind of thing is best left unseen.

Don't take it too seriously.

Well, it's clear that Bluebeard doesn't know what 'adhering to a serious and rigorous scientific research spirit' means.

All he knew was that everything he did was for Joan of Arc.

"Dong dong!"

Suddenly, a crisp knock sounded on the door.

Bluebeard, who had been pacing back and forth, stopped and suddenly looked up towards the entrance.

The bulging eyeballs looked even more terrifying at this moment.

In the past, Bluebeard once inadvertently glimpsed the existence of the Abyss during an alchemical experiment.

His body underwent some changes after that.

Simply put, it means that while you are eyeing the abyss, you are also being eyed and influenced by the abyss.

Its eyes underwent a tremendous mutation, becoming like those of a creature dwelling in the deep sea, radiating terror with their gaze.

It is not about instilling fear in the other party through violence or coercion.

It is something even more wondrous.

It can be described as either imposing or majestic.

"Hello, your package has arrived."

"Dong dong."

Perhaps because no one spoke, the person outside knocked on the door again.

Bluebeard remained silent in the room, his eyes slightly narrowed.

His fingers unconsciously touched his treasure, the Book of Annihilation, and as he did so, the magic circle in the room lit up.

He would immediately kill the person if there was any unusual activity outside.

Normally, he would have already killed that clueless guy outside the door.

But he couldn't help being somewhat paranoid, like a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow.

For a moment, he was hesitant to make a move.

"..."

The people outside seemed to realize that the people inside weren't going to open the door.

After a few seconds of silence, his voice suddenly rose.

"FBI!!"

"OpenTheDoor♂!!"

It had a strange, scorching quality at the end.

The seemingly sturdy front door of the entrance hall was kicked away with a sudden kick.

With a piercing whistling sound, the door rushed past Bluebeard.

With a 'bang', the ghoul was slammed against the wall.

Instantly, the wall was covered with a dense network of spiderweb-like cracks.

Bluebeard suddenly swung his hand.

Several sticky tentacles, the lifelong nemesis of magical girls, suddenly stretched out from the magic circle and coiled towards the figure at the door who hadn't yet put his foot down.

However, the golden light flashed by in an instant.

Bluebeard and the ghoul embedded in the wall disappeared together in the room.

Outside the door, curious neighbors peeking out could only see a few people who looked like police officers using yellow and black police tape to cordon off the area.

After thinking it over, the neighbor decided to put his head back.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue watching plays or making videos.

The main problem was that the two menacing armed men didn't seem like people to mess with.

He had no doubt that if he actually took out his phone to take a picture...

The next second, those two would kick open his door, rush in, snatch his phone, and give him a warning.

So for your own personal safety, it's best to forget about it.

A few minutes later, golden light burst forth from the air in the room.

Like a flower slowly blooming.

Ryougi emerged from the light, carrying the unconscious Bluebeard in one hand and the half-dead ghoul in the other.

"This is the third one already."

Looking at the blue beard in his hand, which looked like a salted fish that had just come ashore.

Luo Zhen's eyes flickered.

This Bluebeard is the third one he's taken down.

The first one is accompanied by Rahm, the second is the Deep One, and this one is a ghoul.

What is all this nonsense?

To be honest, this made Luo Zhen feel very uneasy.

He nodded to the special forces soldiers who were cleaning up the scene.

Luo Zhen's fingers traced a line through the air.

The hazy aurora curtain slowly descended from the air, carrying Luo Zhen and the two pendants in his hands away from the room.

When the three reappeared, they were already in a nearby base.

Throw the ghoul into the containment chamber and lock it up.

Luo Zhen's gaze fell on Bluebeard in his hand.

Purple mist slowly emerged from his palm, coiling around Bluebeard's body like a snake and engulfing him.

"Let me see what secrets you have."

With his pupils fixed on Bluebeard, at that moment, Luo Zhen's gaze seemed to pass through Bluebeard's body and see far into the distance.

Chapter 1164 Pure Malice

The purple power of desire quickly enveloped Bluebeard's body and swallowed him whole.

The power of desire attached to its body surface was like a living thing, transforming into tendrils that surged and rushed into its body.

Visible lines were visible beneath his skin.

Bluebeard, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils were filled with pain.

His hands were flailing wildly in the air, as if trying to grab something.

However, those withered hands were only doing futile work.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never reach that wrist that didn't look strong.

It felt as if there was an insurmountable chasm between me and that wrist.

It is impossible to reach it no matter what.

This feeling filled him with despair.

What made him even more desperate was that he could not feel any magic power within his body at this moment.

As a Heroic Spirit, he should be able to use magic as naturally as drinking water or breathing.

But at this moment, he could not sense the presence of magic at all.

It's as if he's an ordinary person without any magic.

His already prominent eyes now looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, with a lot of blood vessels spreading under the whites of his eyes.

Whether it was due to lack of oxygen or the color of the power of desire itself, Bluebeard's face appeared somewhat purplish.

Like someone who has fallen into an icy river in winter and is struggling desperately.

He frantically waved his hands, trying to gain a glimmer of hope.

Whether they are usually elegant and charming, mature and calm, or vulgar and shameless.

They are all the same when facing the threat of death.

No one can calmly face their death while feeling their life slipping away bit by bit.

This is the instinctive fear of death that all living beings experience.

The more life slips away from the body, the more desperate and insane one becomes.

This is why the method of execution by dismemberment was abolished because it was too cruel.

However, Ryougi Shinobu, who was carrying Bluebeard, had no expression on his face at this moment.

Whether it's pity, anger, sadness, or relief.

None of these can be seen.

His facial expression remained unchanged, like a sculpted sculpture.

If he had any compassion in his heart, he would have felt pity.

He would feel relieved if he felt resentful for those who died.

He would be sad if he had any reverence for life.

If he hated this murderer, he would be furious.

But in fact, his face was expressionless, as calm as if he had casually crushed a tiny insect.

Then, while thinking about other things, he unconsciously and repeatedly ravaged the other person's corpse until the small black spot was rubbed into a faint, almost invisible mark.

He then loosened his fingers, casually wiped them somewhere, and continued doing what he was doing.

He didn't take what had just happened to heart at all.

You won't have to wait a few days; you might completely forget about the little bug in the blink of an eye.

Sometimes, what is called madness and anger may not be as frightening as calmness.

His right hand was gripping Bluebeard's neck tightly.

At this moment, Luo Zhen's attention was not on the individual in front of him.

He was very curious about how Bluebeard could manage to be resurrected twice in a row.

This statement may not be entirely accurate.

Because this individual clearly had no previous memory, and the same was true for the second one.

It's like three separate individuals who all have memories of Bluebeard's past but are unrelated to each other, with no connection whatsoever.

Having been bombarded with various films, television shows, and anime, Luo Zhen quickly came up with all sorts of possibilities.