Knights Don't Need a Youthful Romance Story

The thing on the ground was just a little toy that I had found by chance.

Its purpose is merely to occasionally pass the time.

He had no intention of fighting to the death with this guy over a toy.

Moreover, this toy isn't very clean.

When I first discovered this toy, this jerk next to me also discovered it.

Then it became what it is now.

If I pay even a little attention, that bastard seems to be deliberately trying to annoy me by paying attention to him too.

The person behind the first gaze felt a surge of anger at the thought of the bastard beside them.

He vented his anger by shoving a huge amount of power into Bluebeard's body and then withdrew his gaze.

I'm going back to sleep.

Yes, it seems that no matter what kind of creature it is, it can't resist the temptation to sleep.

I sensed that guy's departure.

The second gaze that came from the other side also seemed to have lost some interest.

What a boring guy.

They can't take a joke.

boring.

He casually glanced at Bluebeard, who was struggling in pain on the ground, constantly releasing magic in an attempt to maintain his existence.

The entity behind this gaze casually stuffed a vast amount of knowledge and a tiny bit of insignificant power into Bluebeard's head.

He didn't care about what happened after that.

Anyway, He never really liked this toy.

I only pay attention to it to annoy another guy.

As it turns out, this guy is really boring.

This guy is more interesting.

Turning his gaze to Luo Zhen, Luo Zhen wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that the guy's eyes were sparkling.

He seemed to be staring at his belt.

In an instant, Luo Zhen became alert.

This guy doesn't seem to have any good intentions.

Chapter 1180 Nyarlathotep-sama Appears!

On the floating island, Bluebeard, his body twisted and unrecognizable as human, howled in agony.

Almost all the muscles in his face dissolved into a pool of indistinct flesh and blood.

A series of piercing wails escaped from his mouth.

No, perhaps it's more appropriate to use 'it' to describe Bluebeard now.

After all, Bluebeard at this moment no longer resembled a human in any way.

Why is this happening?

For the first time, they possessed the immense power they had always dreamed of, and for the first time, they had the opportunity to launch a counterattack against the arrogant gods.

These two things combined should have created a dreamlike, beautiful scene.

But why did it turn out this way?

What he thought was a lifesaver turned into a death knell that tormented him.

With each cry of anguish, he could clearly feel life slipping away.

I once thought I had control over the fate of the individuals I carelessly discarded.

But in the end, he was no different from those individuals.

Ultimately, they are all Bluebeard.

Even though his original form has changed slightly and deviated from Bluebeard's original path, it cannot change his essence.

Confucius said, "When one is in pain and suffering, one should always call upon one's parents."

It means that when people encounter pain, illness, or suffering, they will subconsciously call out to their parents.

In short, it was so painful that I cried out for my parents (crossed out).

In fact, the reason why people call out to their parents is that in most people's hearts, their parents are always a safe haven and someone they can rely on.

However, some people do not have a very positive image of their parents.

It's hardly a safe haven.

Bluebeard is one such example.

Although his family wasn't the kind that people found disgusting or repulsive, their relationship was still rather distant.

This also includes his relationship with his parents.

When in despair, one naturally wouldn't call out their parents' names.

At that moment, that name naturally came to mind.

"Joan of Arc..."

Its shape was no longer discernible; only a huge, empty mouth remained, opening and closing.

He uttered the name he had called out countless times.

It was indeed so difficult to call out a name that I had called out countless times in my daily life.

He had to work hard to control his body and suppress his pain.

Only then can you call out that name.

Otherwise, all that will be emitted is meaningless roaring.

Why? Why?

Bluebeard's mind was screaming wildly.

It wasn't intentionally targeting any particular issue.

At this moment, he indiscriminately resented everything in this world.

He didn't understand why he had become like this, nor did he know what he should do.

However, I was very unwilling and extremely resentful.

It is said that a person's mind will flash before they die.

But he didn't.

The intense pain overwhelmed all reason, leaving only indiscriminate rage.

Luo Zhen in the sky glanced at the restless, crazed monster on the ground.

With a wave of his hand, a surge of desire shot out and entered the other person's mind.

Instantly, the enormous monster stopped writhing.

In Bluebeard's mind, the girl with the bright smile on her face appeared once again.

"What's wrong, Jill?"

She bent down and looked at me with concern through her eyes that seemed to gleam like glass.

Just like before.

And he himself returned to the way he was on the battlefield when he was young.

He was wearing armor stained with blood and was kneeling on the ground.

He looked up, staring blankly at the girl's not-so-clean face.

Even though her face was covered in dust and blood, just like mine, her smile looked so pure.

"Okay, Jill."

"Time to get up, we still have a lot to do."

"We can't stop here yet."

"As long as it doesn't stop, then..."

He couldn't hear what was said after that very clearly.

Because his consciousness is gradually fading away.

Everything in my vision was blurry.

Even the girl's face wasn't very clear.

Joan of Arc...

Have I brought shame upon your name?

I am such a sinner.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to see the girl's face clearly.

But in the end, its proud head drooped, and the light in its pupils disappeared.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, the enormous, bloated monster had also lost its life.

His flesh and blood turned into a muddy substance that flowed down.

Luo Zhen put his hand down, not surprised by the result.

But now is not the time to relax.

In fact, that force of desire only served as a guide or an acceleration.

The one who truly caused Bluebeard's death was this guy in front of him.

The eyes beneath the mask were fixed on the pervasive gray mist.

Luo Zhen's eyes were filled with apprehension.

In this golden world, there should be no gray mist.

If Luo Zhen didn't want it, the fog wouldn't appear at all.

Even the floating islands in the sky are included.

But at this moment, these uninvited gray figures forced their way in.

It's like you're trying really hard to close the door, but that shameless guy outside is blocking it with his foot.

It prevents you from closing the door.

I don't care even if it hurts a lot when I'm squeezed.

Clearly, this is a very troublesome enemy.

With such an obsession, the battles to come will be troublesome.

Luo Zhen thought with absolute certainty.

I moved my fingers around a bit.

A long bone nail appeared in Luo Zhen's hand.

Although Luo Zhen possesses many different types of powers, he is also adept at wielding weapons such as bows and spears.

But Luo Zhen still prefers bone nails.

It might be because I'm nostalgic, or it could be something else entirely.

Or perhaps it was just something that happened by chance.

The bone nail has now basically replaced the Sacred Relic Sword in Luo Zhenxin's possession.

(Holy Symbol Sword: (;?????Д??`)?? Can love really disappear?)