He's dead? ”

Awakened, Govy walked up to Bedwell, and it was hard for her to imagine that the Knight of the Round Table, who had been clamoring to kill everyone, had now turned into a corpse.

"Click!"

After death, Bedwell's body twisted and shrunk into a ball, followed by a flash of yellow light on his skull.

As if possessing spirituality, the light suddenly burst into the air at a rapid speed, crashing straight into Henrik.

"Be careful!"

Roger let out a low snort, and his mind moved, thinking of what Bedwell had just said.

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

【Arden】

Before he obtained the Ardennes Seal, he had learned the simple method of unleashing the Ardennes Circle in advance, but after leaving Bordeaux, he rarely encountered spirit-type monsters.

Since then, the Dharma Seal Society has not had the opportunity to use it.

At this time, it was used on the flying ball of light, but it had a miraculous effect.

Roger deliberately controlled the cast area, forming a circle about three meters in diameter around him.

Purple light flashed from the ground, and within the circle of influence, an invisible wall seemed to form in the air.

No matter how hard the yellow ball of light tried, it couldn't break through the blockade of this area.

As soon as they were reminded by Roger, Henrik and the others dodged backwards, and at this time, when they saw the ball of light rampaging in the blockade area, Gorvy's face showed a trace of curiosity.

"What is this?"

"Bedwell's soul?"

"Maybe." Roger wasn't entirely sure.

According to Bedwell, the so-called Knights of the Round Table were most likely created by the Privy Council through special rituals.

As it stands, this ritual is difficult to replicate.

Each knight has a specific way of inheritance, which can guarantee a long life and peak power by constantly transferring the flesh.

However, it is clear that there are some hidden risks associated with this transfer.

Bedwell discovers the secret.

He uses special means to hide himself, disguised as a body changer, but in fact, he secretly uses special methods to prolong the life of his body and maintain its vitality.

There must also be a lot of drawbacks to his method, maintaining peak combat power may consume a lot of soul power, so most of the time, he will reduce the consumption of his body.

Placing this secluded site near King Arthur's mausoleum, and he himself lived in seclusion, Bedwell was careful for many years, and few people died as a result.

Even if the occasional transcendent strayed into this place, he was prepared.

If you can be killed in the fairy tale world, everyone will naturally be happy, but even if the other party escapes, then after leaving the castle, there will be no way to resist Bedwell's attack.

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

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

But the otherworldly world is cruel.

There is no maybe.

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

"That's fate."

The energy of the Ardennes Seal enveloped his hands, and Roger reached out to touch the yellow ball of light that was crashing in the air.

He felt the energy coming from it.

Energy that belongs to Bedwell.

Blazing.

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

Roger could sense that if he absorbed the energy that belonged to Bedwell, then his own power, especially the control of the flames, would definitely be able to rise again.

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

It's too risky to do so.

He turned to Bedwell's corpse and gathered together the pieces of armor that had been scattered on the ground.

Pick up the shattered side sword and find all the pieces. The yellow ball of light was then wrapped in fragments of armor.

After doing all this, he lifted the influence of the seal.

It's not suitable here after all, and he'll find time to study it when he gets back to the hunter's hut.

Rather than throw his body into the lake as Bedwell had intended, Roger felt that the pit he had just dug for Bedwell was just right.

Move with Henrik to a boulder in the distance.

No one knew that one of the once famous Knights of the Round Table was hastily buried.

Roger approached the boulder where the Cursed Sword was inserted.

This weapon is indeed extremely powerful, but the anti-devouring power is also a huge headache.

Absorbing countless soul fragments, the dark energy of the Cursed Sword has begun to affect its surroundings.

The nearby meadows were withered and dilapidated by the dark energy. Over time, the scope of influence has expanded.

The pitch-black cloak ran down Roger's shoulders and formed a pair of gloves on his hands.

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

Until the energy is saturated, the energy enveloped by the cursed sword is still terrifying.

"It's too ostentatious."

Roger couldn't help but smile bitterly.

At this time, when he went out with this sword on his back, he was afraid that he would be besieged in a few minutes.

He had no choice but to keep the cloak in the shape of a glove for the time being, and held the cursed sword and put it in its scabbard.

In addition to these immediate gains.

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

It is not known how Bedwell did it, but the silver page has been completely transformed into a personal item by him.

It's even completely different from the fairy tale world fragments that Roger has been exposed to before.

If you give this page to the Hunter's Hut, you don't know if the soul energy contained in it will be able to be absorbed by yourself again.

Now Bedwell is dead, and the soul fragments inside are ownerless.

In battle, this page will greatly enhance the endurance of the Cursed Sword, and will also increase Roger's strength to a new level in disguise.

The silver-colored pages narrowed and rolled around Roger's wrist, forming a silver bracelet about two fingers wide.

The bracelet depicts an ancient castle hidden in the snow, and a dark green energy looms above the castle.

Roger's fingers brushed over the bracelet, countless soul fragments flashed through his mind, and just a glimpse of the sheer number was enough to make people's scalps tingle.

10,000 such faint soul fragments are probably not worth the soul of an ordinary person, and all of Bedwell's time is probably spent collecting these things.

He thought he was free, but Glastonbury wasn't a slightly bigger cage for Bedwell?

What he thought was freedom seemed a little ridiculous at this point.

"Let's go, let's get out of here."

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

The sun is gone, and darkness is falling.

Everyone didn't stay any longer and left the place together.

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

"Strange, such a violent fluctuation ......"

"Has Bedwell completed the Rite of Succession?"

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