Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Looking at Luo Zhen, who was communicating with the person in charge, the office worker's eyes were full of amazement.

It looks amazing no matter how you look at it.

However, at the age of 19, he became a security consultant for the Japanese branch.

It is said that this person was a very rare exception from the very beginning of his time joining the organization.

Every individual in the organization is actually a very special person.

They were special compared to the people around them in the past.

I encountered the unknown and entered places I had never imagined.

I also witnessed many incredible things.

However, after joining the organization, he became just an ordinary member.

Luo Zhen is the most special of these special cases.

He was noticed by the chairman and exceptionally brought into the organization early for training as an investigator.

He passed the assessment with excellent results and then worked as an investigator.

Except for a brief period of being stuck at the B-level investigator level, the promotions at other stages were very rapid.

It feels like the protagonist in some novels.

It's even more incredible than some novels.

"...I'll leave the rest to you."

As he spoke, Luo Zhen turned around and glanced into the room.

Its massive limbs were pierced by several bone nails, and chains emitting a faint white light extended from the void, suspending it in the air.

In front of it, a complex pattern can be vaguely seen.

Every time Bluebeard tries to make a move, the dim pattern suddenly lights up, suppressing his actions.

When Luo Zhen looked over, Bluebeard, who should have completely lost his mind and gone mad, unexpectedly raised his head.

He looked at Luo Zhen from what could barely be called a face.

The eyes, barely visible through the swollen muscles, flickered with an uncertain light.

He revealed an ugly smile after Luo Zhen looked over.

It doesn't seem like he's lost his mind at all.

It even gives people a sense of cunning.

"What the hell are you laughing at?"

The next second, Luo Zhen slightly hooked his finger.

The bone nail embedded in Bluebeard's body suddenly sank deeper.

A white light shone on the chains, and there seemed to be a burning sound in the air.

That's the soul being burned.

Bluebeard's smile froze, and after giving Luo Zhen a sinister look, he lowered his head.

When he raised his head again, he reverted to his previous mentally challenged expression, as if he had suffered a stroke for twenty years without receiving treatment.

Chapter 1166 Magical Girl☆Merry-chan!

In an abandoned mountain villa, an ugly starfish monster crawls out of a filthy pool.

Its body was covered with something like green algae.

After a strange wriggling motion, a withered arm suddenly tore open the starfish monster's flesh.

The familiar Bluebeard crawled out of it, looking completely bewildered.

What exactly is going on?

Why am I here?

I was clearly in Valhalla figuring out how to sneak over to Joan of Arc's side.

What's the situation now?

Why am I completely naked?

I don't think I have a habit of sleepwalking during sleep?

The little head is filled with big doubts.

However, before he could figure out what was happening, he saw the shadow on the ground wriggle.

It looked as if some kind of life was active within it.

The next second, a figure in full black armor emerged from the shadows.

The jet-black mask was somber, like a vengeful ghost from the void.

The pale, sharp nail in his hand suddenly pierced through Bluebeard's brow with almost no resistance.

Crimson blood mixed with specks of gray seeped from the wound.

His life also flowed away from his body.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils still showing confusion and bewilderment.

What exactly happened...?

Joan of Arc...

With this confusion and bewilderment, Bluebeard closed his eyes and collapsed limply to the ground.

In the final moments of his life, with his head shaved, a holy figure flashed through his mind.

Even on the battlefield, she was dazzling and beautiful.

That was his lifelong belief.

It was as incredible as a pure white flower, untouched by dust or blood, unexpectedly blooming on a battlefield littered with corpses and wreckage.

Joan of Arc was such an incredible person.

She brought salvation and hope to Gilles de Rais, but she herself was not saved.

He lost his beautiful life in the flames.

Also burned by the raging fire was the little bit of goodness in Gilles de Rais's heart.

The recurring images of death flashed before my eyes.

It begins with the life of Gilles de Rais, and then with the memories of the Heroic Spirit Bluebeard.

Originally, the memory should have ended here.

But then, for some reason, some other things appeared.

The confusion in Bluebeard's eyes disappeared, replaced by a sudden realization.

It turned out to be the case.

He got it.

So it turns out I was nothing more than...

Bluebeard raised his hand, the magic gathering in his palm as if he wanted to do something.

But a holy figure flashed through his mind.

Joan of Arc, am I, in this state, still worthy to face you?

Perhaps he suddenly understood something, or perhaps the emotion Joan of Arc evoked in his mind still lingered.

Perhaps it's simply that they're no longer capable of putting up any resistance.

The magic in his palm dissipated.

Bluebeard's arm went limp and lost all strength.

Bluebeard took one last look at the man who had taken his life, but there was no resentment or bitterness in his eyes.

It does have a somewhat inexplicable meaning.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

But that power is no longer available.

His eyes slowly closed, and in an instant he lost all life, becoming a lifeless corpse.

After Bluebeard fell, Luo Zhen, holding Bluebeard in one hand and the remains of the starfish monster in the other, disappeared into the shadows.

When he reappeared, he was already at a nearby base.

And in front of him was Luo Zhen.

He tossed the corpse in his hand to the ground and vanished into the shadows, as if he had never been there at all.

"Another one."

Looking at Bluebeard's corpse lying on the ground, Luo Zhen rubbed his head, feeling a bit of a headache.

Since what happened a few days ago.

Bluebeard sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

I originally thought two or three would be the limit.

So, how many times is this now?

At this point, Luo Zhen had even become somewhat adept at killing Bluebeard.

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Actually, if it were just like that, it would be fine.

If I can kill you once, I can kill you twice, three times, four times, countless times.

There's no reason why a defeated opponent could defeat a much stronger one simply by reviving multiple times.

For Luo Zhen, Bluebeard was not a big threat.

You can all come at me together, I don't care (crossed out)

However, what worries Luo Zhen is that the current situation is clearly beyond his expectations.

This is clearly not Bluebeard's own ability.

A normal Bluebeard certainly can't keep resurrecting.

And the bluebeard I saw back then was also one of them.

This is clearly not the Bluebeard from Luo Zhen's memory.

Regardless of which version of Bluebeard it is or what abilities he gained from the stories passed down by word of mouth.

Even top-tier Heroic Spirits couldn't achieve this level of skill.

Moreover, strictly speaking, this is not a resurrection.

More like clones in science fiction movies, a new individual is released every time the previous one dies.

The new individual only has the input of good memories but not the memories of the previous individual.

The two remains were handed over to the personnel in charge of the matter.

Luo Zhen's mind was focused, and the shadows beneath his feet surged.

Even with unseen enemies, there is still 'Rozen' ready to deal with Bluebeard, who might emerge from any corner.

Yes, in the past, special forces soldiers were needed to accompany us on missions.

Now Luo Zhen has started to solve the problem on his own.

Although it’s not nice to say that.

But Luo Zhen does indeed believe in individual heroism.

To be precise, when you are weak or facing an enemy far stronger than yourself, you need to fight alongside your companions.

However, when facing a powerful enemy or an enemy far weaker than oneself, it is indeed better to deal with it alone.