Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Even sleeping in this room is extremely difficult.

It seems to lack any humanity whatsoever. If some human rights organizations saw this, it would probably spark another round of protests.

However, the authorities didn't care.

The people locked up here are creatures who have no regard for human rights.

Moreover, the scope of so-called human rights protection seems a bit too broad.

Those deranged serial killers and the like obviously don't need human rights.

Those guys should be executed or burned as biofuel.

Ahem, let’s get back to the point.

In his sleep, Bluebeard felt as if he had fallen into the water.

The chill emanating from all directions seemed to tell him that he was currently in the sea.

Head down, body falling rapidly as if bound by chains, unable to move.

Even his eyelids were very difficult to move.

Even the simplest action requires a great deal of effort.

Until a certain point, the speed of the fall seemed to slow down a bit.

It was pitch black all around.

The light inside the containment room seemed to have disappeared as well.

All that remained was a deep, dark void.

Feeling that he was no longer sinking, Bluebeard used all his strength to barely open his eyelids, which seemed to have been stitched together, a crack.

Then, he saw a magnificent ruined ancient city.

That's a bit strange to say.

But it is true.

This was a magnificent ancient city, but that was before it was destroyed.

It's just a piece of land now, like a ruin.

Even so, it's not hard to see the former glory of this ruin.

Intricate carvings are faintly visible on the standing stone pillars.

Its eerie style makes people feel dizzy and unwell at first glance.

It's like someone who gets carsick sitting on a stuffy bus for four or five hours straight, with the guy next to them constantly gagging and irritating them.

In this situation, all you can do is quickly shift your attention and stop listening.

Otherwise, I might vomit in the next second.

The same goes for Bluebeard.

The reliefs on the stone pillars made him feel dizzy.

But the seemingly random pattern gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

A surge of indescribable, fervent excitement even welled up inside me.

Something's wrong with these reliefs.

Bluebeard forced himself to look away, he thought to himself.

As a former alchemist and magician, Bluebeard had quite a bit of knowledge about the occult.

He knew very well that something was wrong with this thing.

It's best not to look at it too much.

But I still couldn't help wanting to look over there.

I can't watch anymore!

Bluebeard roared inwardly.

But I still found myself glancing over there without realizing it.

Even if you know in your heart that something is wrong, there are some things you can't just keep to yourself.

It's like rewarding myself (scratch that).

It's like knowing she doesn't like you, but you still can't help wanting to contact her. (Scratch that again)

It's like knowing that studying can improve your grades, but you still can't help but play.

Moreover, Bluebeard's mind isn't exactly clear right now.

It can only be said that the sudden stimulation made him a little more awake.

Bluebeard knew very well that if he continued watching, something bad would definitely happen.

However, his gaze was completely out of his control.

It took a lot of effort to open my eyes even a tiny crack.

But now his eyes are wide open uncontrollably, and he has to use all his strength to close them a little.

Even his neck twisted uncontrollably, as if he wanted to examine the relief on the stone pillar more closely.

Then, Bluebeard saw it.

There was a familiar figure in front of the stone pillar.

The figure was so familiar; he was certain he had seen that guy before.

Something could be vaguely seen wriggling beneath the dark robe.

Where exactly did I see it before?

Bluebeard frowned involuntarily as he pondered.

Instinctively, she opened her mouth wide, wanting to call out to that person, but instead, a mouthful of seawater was poured into her mouth.

Strangely, Bluebeard didn't seem to feel uncomfortable.

I just felt the seawater tasted strange and not very pleasant.

Before Bluebeard could figure anything out...

The figure then turned around.

Bluebeard's eyes widened at the familiar face.

That's... me?

It had a face that was more than 90% similar to his own, an almost identical dark robe, and the Snail Annihilation City Bible he was holding.

Oh, the Luoyan City textbook looks a little different.

The object in the other person's arms seemed to possess an even more mysterious power.

But without a doubt, this guy is Bluebeard.

The blue-bearded man in front of the stone pillar had a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes, as lifeless as a dead fish, looked down at the drooping blue beard.

This is the last scene in Bluebeard's memory as he falls.

The next moment, everything went black before his eyes.

At the same time, an alarm suddenly sounded at the Izu base.

Chapter 1172 Warning, Containment Breach

Inside the Izu base, the piercing alarm bells rang throughout the entire base.

The entire base instantly went on high alert.

When Luo Zhen handed Bluebeard over to the Izu base, he specifically instructed the person in charge.

This suggests that this guy definitely has some unknown secrets.

Be extremely careful.

Therefore, the Izu base has always treated Bluebeard with very high standards.

A large number of people are on duty 24 hours a day to monitor Bluebeard's every move.

How many times did Bluebeard try to use magic, and how long did he tinker with the handcuffs?

Even their breathing and blinking were meticulously recorded.

Even when Bluebeard closed his eyes, seemingly sleeping, he remained on guard.

After all, mages are always more troublesome than warriors when they are of equal strength.

These kinds of guys always have all sorts of tricks up their sleeves.

It would be better if it were someone who kills without any intelligence and simply follows certain rules.

However, the danger level of such a person who possesses wisdom and is very good at using it is multiplied.

Not to mention that this guy was an alchemist in his previous life.

Even if the research direction is off-track, one still has some basic knowledge.

Therefore, the containment chamber that housed Bluebeard was actually structured like a nesting doll.

At the very center is a not-so-large square space, the outer layer is a proportionally enlarged space, and the innermost room is suspended in the air.

There are three floors in total.

This guy is just too dangerous.

Not only is he a pervert, but he also likes to prey on children.

The methods are extremely cruel.

The instinct to protect one's offspring is ingrained in humans.

But there are always some inhumane individuals.

Bluebeard is a prime example.

The surveillance of Bluebeard was proceeding as usual today.

Inside the monitoring room, the glasses of the monitoring team members reflected the constantly flowing data on the screen.

'Although Advisor Luo Zhen warned that this guy was dangerous, for now everything is under control.'

'It's another peaceful day.'

The idea had just popped into the head of the member responsible for monitoring Bluebeard.

An accident happened.

After Bluebeard closed his eyes as if to rest.

The data on the screen, which had been relatively stable, suddenly began to flow abnormally, and the refresh rate skyrocketed.

Some data also fluctuated wildly, like a roller coaster.

The monitoring team, which had been relatively calm, panicked instantly.

The man wearing glasses had his forehead covered in cold sweat almost instantly.

A faint dampness could be felt on my back.

Although it may seem exaggerated, it is not surprising to them.

After all, if even one thing in the shelter malfunctions, it's a disaster.

Fingers flew across the keyboard as the monitoring team simultaneously sounded the alarm.

In fact, the alarm was already sounded the moment the data became abnormal.

The alarm they sounded at that moment was a warning to the management.

This is not a simple riot.

Extremely, extremely, extremely dangerous.

Watching the surveillance footage, the bright room, which should have been entirely made of metal, gradually darkened.