Ark, they don't revolve around you

He stood up and stretched: "Let's go back, it's still late at night."

"We will have countless ensembles together in the future, Arturo, take care of yourself."

Arturo forgot when he left.

The rain stopped, and her face was reflected on the road. It was that of a prisoner, an evil spirit, a... sinner.

The body is imprisoned between heaven and earth, the heart is filthy, and one is born with original sin.

He is right, maybe my soul is just as tainted...

Arturo thought dejectedly, but his thoughts suddenly stopped as if he heard a voice.

Someone uttered a chilling curse, and Arturo looked around, but there was no sign of him.

It was only when she raised her head that she finally realized the source of the malice.

It was a black color, deeper than the night, shapeless, dirty and gloomy.

The dark and huge thing blocked out the sun and sky, and only the scarlet hidden in the eyes could be vaguely seen. It mocked loudly: "Look what I found, a lone Sakota?"

"Does Sakota dare to appear on the streets of Kazdel?!"

"Traitor! Betrayer! Sinner! How could they allow you to appear? Every Sakota who breaks his oath should be thrown into the abyss beneath the earth!"

Although Zhuang Ning called himself an evil spirit, it was at most a metaphor.

But Arturo knew that the black color in front of him was a real evil spirit, the soul of the dead that had been floating on the earth since its birth.

There is a special race among the Sarkaz who are not bound by the shackles of the flesh and exist forever in the form of spiritual bodies.

They watched their race decline and perished, and accumulated enormous resentment over the millennia.

This race called themselves——

"Dead souls?"

"Do you know us? Sakta."

Arturo looked solemn.

But the dead soul was happy: "Okay, it's a good thing that you know."

"Your aura is different from other Sakotas... So, what is this?"

The dead soul laughed hoarsely, "So that's how it is, it's a saint..."

"The current law has become so corrupt that it would choose such a turbid soul to be a saint?!"

The malice took shape and invaded Arturo's consciousness.

The dead soul wanted to tear Arturo's soul apart alive to vent its unsatisfied anger: "Struggle, Zacota."

"If you don't struggle, I'll be bored."

Arturo almost suffocated, as scenes from the Sarkaz's past washed over her will. It was the roar of countless demons who had died from Sakta's betrayal.

Arturo was shaking all over as if he were drowning.

Until a certain moment, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the moonlight lengthened the shadows, and a helpless whisper floated from somewhere:

"Dead souls, I should have told you to let go of your obsession. Why are you still thinking of attacking my people?"

Arturo held out his hand toward the man.

At the moment of death, she almost screamed out instinctively: "Save me."

Hearing this, the man slowly approached, his face illuminated by the light.

Still a pair of black eyes, with a mocking tone: "I still like your rebellious look."

Despite this, Zhuang Ning still drew his sword and pointed it at the dead soul indifferently: "However, even without you, I am afraid I will still have to give this ridiculous soul some necessary education."

"Now it's my turn to ask, how dare you, a dead soul, appear on the streets of Kazdel?"

Chapter 17: Prisoners, Evil Spirits, and Sinners

"Now it's my turn to ask, how dare you, a dead soul, appear on the streets of Kazdel."

Whispers flowed, containing mockery and indifference.

At the same time, Zhuang Ning took a step forward and quietly dragged the tip of his sword across the ground.

The aura emanating from the sword was extremely slow. He did not seem to be in a hurry, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The darkness around the dead soul swelled, and the malice was as deep as the abyss: "Are you asking me? You, huh... a foreigner, following behind that ridiculous fake demon king... an evil person."

"Don't say such harsh words. Common sense shows that you are just a stray dog." Zhuang Ning said coldly.

Dead souls can attach themselves to mechanical structures.

During the Londinium War, it allowed huge airships to rise and fly across the sky and earth.

In Colombia, the dead soul called "Tin Man" is also serving the Melander Foundation, which is another topic.

To Zhuang Ning, dead souls are a particularly hateful enemy.

Londinium, the threat of the airship once caused turmoil in Rhodes Island, and the dead souls were extremely targeted at him and Amiya.

Even if we ignore his position, Zhuang Ning dislikes this person who repeatedly recounts his sufferings.

Everyone has their moments of glory. Tikaz has ruled Terra for thousands of years, but things have changed. Now that he is experiencing some hardship, he wants to drag the entire Terra down with him.

In addition, the Sarkaz - especially the high-ranking officials of the Royal Court - are basically quite human.

They revere bloodlines and belittle the weak, but they are unable to even fight back, and are destroyed time and time again.

The dead souls are the epitome of this arrogance, always expressing despair and showing history, but never repenting, just like a stray dog, barking wildly.

The dead soul obviously did not expect Zhuang Ning's arrival.

It still remembered Zhuang Ning's performance in Londinium and still had a deep fear of this doctor.

The burning airship that burst into violent explosions turned into dust with a trembling sound, and all the soldiers under his command were wiped out, without a single survivor.

Compared to himself, this doctor is indeed more like an evil spirit. He is ruthless and often uses devastating killing moves.

That has nothing to do with strength, but it is enough to allow Zhuang Ning to dominate the chess player's position.

Nowadays, the dead souls go out with missions, but they are not required to be attached to the organization. This is due to the requirements of covert operations.

Without structure, it is not complete. The dead souls would never dare to be careless and let down their guard against Zhuang Ning.

Therefore, it had to relax its control over Arturo and focus on looking at Zhuang Ning.

After observing for a long time, the dead soul came to a conclusion so bold that it was unbelievable to him.

This guy didn't bring any guards...

During the Londinium period, it was difficult for anyone to launch a surprise attack and behead Zhuang Ning.

As a commander, he is well aware of the principle that his identity should not be revealed, and he seldom shows up. In the end, due to Shining's betrayal, Zhuang Ning was dying. Since then, he has never shown up, lurking in the shadows the whole time.

And every time Zhuang Ning appears, it means a decline.

The Scavenger King, Manfred, the Shapeshifter, Tracys... Even though he was attached to a device that could coordinate the cameras of the entire Londinium and even Victoria, the Dead Souls had never discovered him on the battlefield.

The closest one came was the Shapeshifter, but the Shapeshifter was unable to track Zhuang Ning completely.

No wonder the dead soul showed fear the moment he saw Zhuang Ning.

However, this fear gradually turned into relief.

Looking around, there was no human figure in sight. The only person Zhuang Ning could rely on was this disgusting "Saint of Sakota".

But what about the saints? No matter how powerful the saints are, they cannot suppress the history of the dead souls. Carrying the sorrow of the Sarkaz for thousands of years is the most vicious medicine for the treacherous angels!

At this moment, Zhuang Ning is truly a loner.

As everyone knows, the doctor's body is fragile, which is almost a consensus. Zhuang Ning is also happy to do this. Every time he takes action, he is very secretive, and only a few people know of his ability.

So the second elder brother was tricked by him, and so was the Blood Demon Duke. The dead souls are essentially immortals, and they have corresponding arrogance, and they can't control their joy in their hearts.

What a wonderful opportunity, this is just a coincidence, it is fate, I guess the Doctor must have been forced to show up in person in order to save this Sakota.

Do you think you can scare me with your remaining power... The dead soul sneered. He had seen many similar bluffs and bravado, and thought he was good enough again!

The darkness gradually spread. Although the dead souls did not attach themselves to the body, they wanted to attack Zhuang Ning spiritually.

If you are hostile to such a person, you must never listen to his communication. Kill him and let the pardoner cut him into pieces to comfort the dead heroic soul!

The dead souls fired at full power, and layers of darkness enveloped Zhuang Ning.

The dead soul hopes to feel the emotion of fear from Zhuang Ning, so that the killing will be more fulfilling.

However, it is not as arrogant as it appears.

The dead souls were also afraid of the sword in Zhuang Ning's hand. They could tell at a glance that the sword was aimed at "souls" like themselves.

But powerful weapons need excellent users to show their power. What's the use of a mere doctor, a mere evil spirit - just a toy?

Come on, die!

Zhuang Ning’s thoughts on this are——

"That's really... amazing." He laughed.

Faced with the overwhelming movements, I found myself feeling ridiculous and waved my right arm.

Then the sword light flowed like the morning glow.

This is a weapon forged by Nian with his life's skills. Not even Sui Xiang dared to come into contact with the edge of this sword.

The dead soul must be suffering from Alzheimer's disease, how dare he bump into me directly?

"Ahhhh...!"

The teeth-grinding voice echoed mournfully.

Zhuang Ning would not be so relaxed facing any kind of royal court, but for the dead souls that were not attached to external objects, he was now the natural nemesis of death.

Zhuang Ning continued to swing his sword, slashing left and right. The screams of the dead souls were as shrill as a banshee:

"You, it's impossible... When did you become so powerful..."

"It's the sword in your hand, that sword!"