Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

Ghostly shadows were faintly visible on the wall, as if the shadows of something had been projected onto the wall.

If you use a warmer filter, you might describe it as a beautiful underwater scene.

In a daze, one can even hear the sound of waves crashing against the rocks as the tide rises and falls.

But the question is, where did these things come from?

None of these things should be here.

But now these things have actually appeared.

The swaying ghostly figure looked as unreal as a mirage or one's own imagination.

This member of the monitoring team desperately hoped that something was really wrong with him, or perhaps it was just his imagination due to excessive work pressure.

Maybe I'm still dreaming.

Anything is better than these things actually existing.

Cold sweat streamed down his forehead, but the member remained calm and steadfastly at his post.

He diligently completed his work, recording Bluebeard's unusual behavior.

On the screen, Bluebeard, who had been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

A strange smile appeared on his face.

He stretched lazily, tilting his head to look at the shackles on his wrists.

This thing somewhat restricted his movements.

But this thing seems quite interesting.

It is a technological creation, yet it can absorb my magic.

What is the underlying principle?

With his head bowed, Bluebeard examined the shackles on his wrists with great interest.

There was absolutely no sign of anger or dissatisfaction at being restricted in their freedom.

It was as if, in his eyes, this was nothing more than a toy that could be untied at any time.

Unlike the previous Bluebeard.

Bluebeard used to look like a listless, lifeless wretch.

There was never a smile on his face.

But at that moment, a smile bloomed on Bluebeard's face.

Her entire demeanor changed drastically.

It swept away the previous gloom and decadence.

He showed no sign of madness or arrogance; in fact, he appeared quite gentle and refined.

But this is undoubtedly an illusion.

With their eyes glued to Bluebeard on the screen, the members of the monitoring team were completely unaware that beads of sweat were already forming on their noses.

Seemingly sensing the gaze, Bluebeard looked away from the shackles on his wrists.

After scanning the area, his gaze fell on a corner, and he grinned with an unfriendly smile.

The members on the other side of the screen felt their hair stand on end the moment they saw that smile.

In a daze, it seemed as if an invisible force was rushing straight towards him through the monitor and the screen.

Incoherent ramblings echoed in my mind, and bizarre images appeared before my eyes.

An indescribable, beautiful color instantly filled the entire field of vision.

The monitoring team members' pupils briefly dilated.

‘Crack. ’

A crisp sound rang out, and fine cracks appeared on the lenses of the frameless glasses on the bridge of the nose.

The member suddenly regained consciousness and gasped for breath like someone who had been pulled from the water after drowning.

He covered his forehead, his heart filled with relief.

Fortunately, his eyes, which could block the effects of mental intrusion to some extent, helped him.

Otherwise it will be a big trouble.

Ignoring my own emotions, I stared intently at the screen.

The pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinhead.

On the screen, a slightly bored Bluebeard raised his hand.

The shackles on his wrists twisted and deformed strangely before falling to the ground.

A grotesque crack appeared in the hard metal wall after a tooth-grinding sound, as if it had been forcibly torn open.

Nodding in satisfaction, Bluebeard clapped his hands lightly.

The clothes on her body wriggled and, as if they had a life of their own, quickly formed a wide robe that enveloped her entire body.

His withered hand fumbled around in his sleeve for a moment, then pulled out a book and held it close to his chest.

Seeing this scene, the monitoring team members trembled as they grabbed the microphone in front of them and pressed the button.

"Warning, containment breach."

Chapter 1173 A Party? What Party?

"Warning, containment breach."

"The containment object, codenamed Bluebeard, has now breached the first layer of containment measures."

"Repeat, the containment object codenamed Bluebeard has now breached the first layer of containment measures."

A calm voice, tinged with a slight tremor, came from the broadcast, instantly spreading the news throughout the entire base.

The trembling in the voices of the monitoring team members was not due to fear.

At least not entirely; a large part of it was influenced by previous events.

The eerie murmurs and bizarre images still linger in his mind.

As soon as you close your eyes, images that are incomprehensible to ordinary people will appear.

The man loosened his grip and took a deep breath.

The monitoring room he is currently in is actually some distance from the containment room where Bluebeard is housed.

But even through a screen, this guy can have such an effect on me.

Unconsciously biting his lip, the man pondered for a few seconds before quickly contacting the site manager to report the intelligence he had compiled.

Although it's not a lot, hopefully it will come in handy.

He had a very bad feeling about this guy.

He had seen what Bluebeard looked like before he was taken in.

Although there was only video material, I still learned some things.

It seems that Bluebeard looks quite similar to the Bluebeard of the past.

But he is certain that there are some fundamental differences between the two.

"The response was pretty quick."

Bluebeard, who was holding a book in his arms, turned around and looked back with some surprise.

He smiled silently, completely unconcerned about the weapons pointed at him.

As he tore through the first layer of containment measures and stepped out, cracks appeared in the surrounding walls.

Weapons are faintly visible within.

But Bluebeard didn't care at all.

I leisurely strode towards the edge of the wall.

It is clear that they are preparing to repeat their previous actions and breach containment procedures once again.

Seeing Bluebeard's attitude, the site manager of the Izu base didn't bother to say anything.

Although it's worth trying to communicate with such intelligent humans.

But there's clearly no need for that for this guy.

Give him a good fucking.jpg

As the order was given, weapons emerged from the walls, baring their fangs.

The muzzle of the gun, spitting bullets indiscriminately, demonstrates the power of modern weaponry.

The unpleasant smell of gunpowder permeated every corner of the air.

There was once a topic like this on a forum.

What misunderstandings do people have about the power of firearms?

One highly upvoted comment below reads: "They're actually worried about something like zombies."

Zombies are, in the end, just carbon-based life forms with flesh and blood, not some kind of superhero.

They are utterly vulnerable in the face of a steel torrent composed of modern weapons.

Putting everything else aside, if ammunition supplies are plentiful, you can imagine what would happen if a group of zombies faced a Gatling gun that spews blue flames.

Even with its high transmissibility, it's not much of a threat in the face of modern weaponry.

It's only a matter of time before they are completely suppressed and eradicated.

Unless someone maliciously poisoned it (crossed out).

Ahem, cross out the last one.

Logically speaking, flesh and blood are absolutely no match for modern weapons.

But that's common sense.

Few of the people locked in containment chambers can be considered to be in accordance with common sense.

After the steel torrent dissipated.

A broken tentacle appeared in the surveillance footage.

Slowly loosening his grip, he revealed Bluebeard, who, though tattered, had at least completed his mission.

He patted his clothes, remaining completely calm.

"That's really impressive, the technology and stuff."

"It's really powerful."

With a sarcastic smile, Bluebeard spoke maliciously.

It seems like praise, but it's actually an sarcasm that these things are just futile efforts.

"Huh? There's another one?"

Just as he was about to step away, Bluebeard noticed a weapon right in front of him.

All the other weapons had already finished attacking; this one seemed to be just getting started.

From its appearance, it looks more like a complex camera than a weapon like a firearm, with the front lens slowly rotating.

Tilting his head, Bluebeard continued:

"Not bad, it does look a bit..."

"laugh!"

Before he could even utter the word "meaning," a chill ran down his spine and up to the back of his head.

Crimson light shot out from the 'lens'.

It shot towards Bluebeard with a scorching heat that seemed capable of baking the air.

Even though the tentacles enveloped Bluebeard, the crimson laser still broke through the defenses and reached Bluebeard.