he died? "

Gewei, who had regained consciousness, walked in front of Bedwell. It was difficult for her to imagine that the Knights of the Round Table who had just clamored to kill everyone had turned into a corpse at this moment.

"Crack!"

After the death, Bedwell's body twisted and shrank into a ball, and then a little yellow light flashed on his head.

The beam of light seemed to possess spirituality, suddenly jumped into the air at an extremely fast speed, and slammed straight into Henrik.

"Be careful!"

Roger snorted, his mind moved, and he thought of what Bedwell had just said.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Roger activated a seldom-used seal.

【Arden】

Before obtaining the seal of Arden, he learned the simple method of releasing Arden's circle in advance, but after leaving Bordeaux, he rarely encountered psychic monsters.

There has been no chance to use this after the French Seal Society.

At this time, the ball of light used in the flying dance has received a miraculous effect.

Roger deliberately controlled the casting range and formed a circle about three meters in diameter around him.

A purple light flashed from the ground, and within the range of the magic circle, an invisible wall seemed to be formed in the air.

No matter how hard the yellow ball of light tries to break through the blockade of this area.

As soon as Roger was reminded, the two Henriks dodged backwards. At this time, seeing the ball of light ramming in the blocked area, Gewei showed a hint of curiosity on his face.

"What is this?"

"Bedwell's soul?"

"Maybe it is." Roger was not quite sure.

According to Bedwell's statement, the so-called Knights of the Round Table may have been created by the Privy Council through a special ceremony.

From the current point of view, this ritual is difficult to replicate.

Each knight has its own specific way of inheritance, which can ensure a long life and peak power by constantly shifting the body.

But obviously this kind of transfer has some hidden risks.

Bedwell discovered the secret.

He hides himself through special means, disguising himself as if his body is replaced, but in reality, he secretly uses special methods to extend the life of his body and maintain its vitality.

His method must also have great drawbacks. Maintaining peak combat power may consume a lot of soul power, so most of the time, he will reduce his physical consumption.

Putting this secret place near the tomb of King Arthur, and he himself lived in seclusion around him, Bedwell has been cautious for many years, and few people died because of it.

Even if an extraordinary person strayed into this place occasionally, he was fully prepared.

If they can be killed in the fairy tale world, everyone will be happy, but even if the opponent escapes by chance, there must be no way to resist Bedwell's attack after leaving the castle.

He hibernated silently, but fell short at the last moment.

He may not deserve to die, or he may have saved many lives.

But the extraordinary world is cruel.

There is no possibility here.

Roger is no longer an ordinary person who has just crossed into this world, perhaps as Bedwell once said.

"This is destiny."

The energy of Ardenfayin shrouded in his hands, igniting it, and Roger reached out and touched the yellow ball of light crashing in the air.

He felt the energy transferred from it.

The energy belonging to Bedwell.

Burning.

"It's a pity, the energy inside can't be absorbed."

Roger could perceive that if he absorbs the energy belonging to Bedwell, then his own power, especially the control of the flame, will definitely rise again.

But in the same way, the imprisonment hidden in Bedwell's soul will also be transferred to his body.

The risk of doing so is too great.

He turned around and came to Bedwell's corpse, gathering together the armor fragments scattered on the ground.

Pick up the broken sword and find all the fragments. Then wrap the yellow ball of light with pieces of armor.

After doing all this, he was relieved of the influence of the Dharma Seal.

After all, it is not suitable here, so he will find time to study when he returns to the hunter's hut.

Roger did not throw his body into the lake according to Bedwell's wishes. He felt that the pit he had just punched out for Bedwell was just right.

Moved with Henrik to a huge boulder in the distance.

No one knows that one of the famous Knights of the Round Table was buried hastily like this.

Roger approached the boulder where the cursed sword was inserted.

This weapon is indeed extremely powerful, but its backlash is also extremely troublesome.

Having absorbed countless soul fragments, the dark energy of the cursed sword has begun to affect the surrounding environment.

The nearby grassland became withered and dilapidated under the erosion of dark energy. With the passage of time, the scope of influence is gradually expanding.

The dark cloak followed Roger's shoulders all the way down, and then formed a pair of gloves on his hands.

Roger reached out and held his sword on the hilt, dark energy poured into it, and the torn cloak quickly recovered under the invasion of dark energy.

Until the energy reaches saturation, the energy enveloped on the sword of curse is still secretly shocking.

"Too ostentatious."

Roger couldn't help but grinned bitterly.

When going out with this sword on his back, he might be besieged in minutes.

No way, he can only keep the cloak as a glove temporarily, hold the cursed sword and put it into the scabbard.

In addition to these immediate gains.

Roger stretched out his hand, and a silver book page fell into his hand.

I don't know how Bedwell did it. This silver page has been completely transformed into a personal item by him.

It was even completely different from the fragments of the fairy tale world that Roger had come into contact with before.

If you give this page to the hunter's hut, then the soul energy contained in it will not be able to be absorbed by yourself again.

Now Bedwell is dead, and the soul fragments inside have become unowned.

In the battle, this page will greatly enhance the endurance of the cursed sword, and will also raise Roger's strength to a new level in a disguised form.

The pages of the white and silver book were narrowed and slightly rolled, and wrapped around Roger's wrist, forming a silver bracelet about **** wide.

A castle hidden in the snow is drawn on the bracelet, and dark green energy is looming above the castle.

Roger's fingers wiped off the bracelet, countless soul fragments flashed through his mind, just a glimpse, the huge number is enough to make your scalp numb.

The 10,000 pieces of such weak soul fragments may not be worth the soul of an ordinary person. I am afraid that all of Bedwell's time is spent collecting these things.

He thought he was free, but was Glastonbury a bigger prison for Bedwell?

The freedom he thought of ~lightnovelpub.net~ seemed a bit ridiculous at this time.

"Come on, let's get out of here."

Go back to the wooden house by the lake and open the door. The room is as clean as new, but at this time it is just an ordinary wooden house.

The sun disappeared and darkness fell.

Everyone didn't stay anymore and left here together.

I don't know how long it took, a figure appeared on the hillside, and a trace of doubt flashed across her face.

"Strange, such violent fluctuations..."

"Has Bedwell completed the inheritance ceremony?"

There was an extra silver cup in the woman's hand, and with a casual move, the cup was filled with water.

"Bedwell, where have you been?"

The figure disappeared in the next second, and the lake returned to silence again.