Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Harvest (7) Chapter 410: Chapter 410: Harvest (7) “He’s dead?”
The awakened Goway walked up to Bedivere, finding it hard to imagine that the Round Table Knight who had just been clamoring to kill everyone had now beco a corpse.
“Crack, crack!”
Bedivere’s body twisted and contracted into a ball after death, followed by a flash of yellow light above his head.
The ball of light seed to have a mind of its own, suddenly shooting up at high speed and slamming straight toward Henrik.
“Be careful!”
Roger let out a low shout, his mind racing as he rembered what Bedivere had just said.
A spark of inspiration flashed in his eyes, and Roger activated a rarely used Dharma Seal.
[Aden]
Before acquiring the Aden Dharma Seal, he had learned a simple thod of releasing the Aden Array. However, after leaving Bordeaux he rarely encountered spiritual body-type monsters.
This Dharma Seal, once learned, had also never had the chance to be used.
Yet, when used on this swirling ball of light, it proved to be surprisingly effective.
Roger deliberately controlled the spellcasting range, forming a circular area with a diater of about three ters around him.
Purple light erged from the ground, and within the range of the Array’s influence, the air seed to form an invisible wall.
No matter how hard the yellow light ball tried, it couldn’t break through the blockade of this area.
Alerted by Roger’s warning, Henrik and the others had already dodged back in ti, and now, seeing the light ball dashing wildly within the sealed-off area, Goway’s face showed a touch of curiosity.
“What is this thing?”
“Bedivere’s soul?”
“Perhaps,” Roger said, not completely sure himself.
According to what Bedivere had said, the so-called Round Table Knights might very well be beings created by the Privy Council through a special ceremony.
At present, this ceremony seed difficult to replicate.
Each knight had their specific way of inheritance, able to transfer continuously from body to body, ensuring a long life and Peak power.
However, obviously, such transfer carried certain covert risks.
Bedivere had discovered the secret.
He hid himself through special ans, feigning the appearance of a body switch, but in reality, he secretly extended the lifespan of his body and maintained its vitality through a particular thod.
This thod must have serious drawbacks, and maintaining Peak combat power likely consud a lot of Soul Power, so most of the ti, he reduced the wear on his body.
He placed this secret site near King Arthur’s tomb, and he himself lived in seclusion nearby. For many years, Bedivere was extrely cautious, and rarely did anyone lose their life because of this.
Even if a Transcendent inadvertently entered this area, he was well-prepared for any situation.
If they could be killed in the Fairy Tale World, all would be well, but even if they managed to escape by luck, they certainly couldn’t resist Bedivere’s attack after leaving the castle.
He lay low in silence, but at the last mont, everything fell through.
Perhaps he shouldn’t have died, or maybe he once saved many lives.
But the Transcendent World is cruel.
There are no maybes here.
Roger was no longer the ordinary person who had just crossed into this world. Maybe it was as Bedivere had once said.
“This is fate.”
The energy of the Aden Dharma Seal enveloped his hands, drawn but not released, and Roger reached out to touch the yellow light ball that was bumping chaotically in the air.
He felt the energy transmitted from within.
Energy belonging to Bedivere.
Blazing fiercely.
“What a pity, the energy inside can’t be absorbed.”
Roger could sense that if he absorbed Bedivere’s energy inside, his own power, especially his control over fire, would certainly soar greatly.
But similarly, the curses hidden in Bedivere’s soul would also transfer onto him.
The risk was too great.
He turned and went to Bedivere’s corpse, gathering the scattered armor fragnts together.
Picking up the broken companion sword, he found all the shards. Then he wrapped the yellow orb with the fragnts of the armor.
Only after he had done all this did he lift the influence of the Dharma Seal.
After all, this was not a suitable place; he would find ti to study it when he returned to the Hunter’s Cabin.
Roger didn’t follow Bedivere’s wishes to cast his body into the lake; he thought the deep pit he had just helped Bedivere to create was a perfect fit.
Together with Henrik, they moved a huge rock from afar.
Nobody knew that one of the once renowned Round Table Knights was buried so hastily.
Roger approached the giant rock where the Cursed Sword was inserted.
This weapon was indeed mighty, but the backlash was a major headache.
Having absorbed countless Soul Shards, the Dark Energy of the Cursed Sword had begun to affect the surrounding environnt.
The nearby grassland withered and decayed under the erosion of Dark Energy. As ti passed, the affected area was still gradually expanding.
The pitch-black cloak flowed down Roger’s shoulders and ford a pair of gloves on his hands.
Roger reached for the hilt of the sword, Dark Energy poured into it, and the torn cloak swiftly regenerated under the invasion of Dark Energy.
Even when the energy reached saturation, the energy shrouding the Cursed Sword still filled one with a secret sense of dread.
“This is too ostentatious,”
Roger couldn’t help but let out a wry smile.
If he went out with this sword at his back now, he feared he would be attacked at any minute.
There was no choice; he could only let the cloak maintain the appearance of gloves for now and use them to sheathe the Cursed Sword.
Beyond these gains in front of him,
Roger stretched out his hand, and a Silver Page fell into it.
It was unclear how Bedivere managed it, but this Silver Page had been completely transford into a personal item of his.
It was totally different from the Fairy Tale World Fragnt that Roger had previously encountered.
If he handed over this page to the Hunter’s Cabin, it was uncertain whether the soul energy contained within could be absorbed by him again.
Now that Bedivere had died, the Soul Shards inside beca ownerless.
In battle, this page would greatly enhance the endurance of the Cursed Sword, and indirectly elevate Roger’s strength to a new level.
The silver page narrowed slightly and curled around Roger’s wrist, forming a silver bracelet about two fingers wide.
The bracelet was inscribed with a castle hidden among the snow, with dark green energy flickering above the castle.
Roger’s fingers brushed over the bracelet, countless Soul Shards flashed through his mind, just a fleeting glimpse, yet their enormous quantity was enough to make one’s scalp tingle.
Such weak Soul Shards, 10,000 of them might not be worth a single ordinary person’s soul; Bedivere must have spent all his ti collecting these things.
He thought he was free, but for Bedivere, wasn’t Glastonbury just a slightly larger prison?
The freedom he perceived now seed sowhat ridiculous.
“Let’s go, let’s leave this place,”
When they returned to the lakeside cabin and opened the door, the room was as tidy as new, but by now it was just an ordinary wooden house.
The sun disappeared, and darkness fell.
No one stayed any longer, and they left together.
After an unknown amount of ti, a figure appeared on the hillside, a trace of confusion flashing across her face.
“Strange, such intense fluctuations…
“Did Bedivere complete the Inheritance Ceremony?”
A silver chalice appeared in the woman’s hand; with a casual gesture, clear water filled the cup.
“Bedivere, where have you gone?”
The next mont, the figure vanished, and the lakeside returned to silence once again.
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