The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 468: The Pilgrimage of Salvation: Disaster Comes Again
Even though Beryl's control of the Woodworth Spirit Key is not perfect, and even though he is missing an arm at this time, this is Woodworth after all. The white fur stained with curses and blood can still block slashes and magic. The broken claws can still tear apart shields and defenses.

To put it bluntly, the battle situation has reached a stalemate.

Matthew's big shield suffered another heavy blow, and he steadied himself with the help of Gareth.

Beryl's condition was not good either. He was heaving heavily due to breathing, but even so, his red pupils were still staring at the stubborn girl holding the shield:

"I said, Matthew, you should work harder. If you don't work hard, the big bad wolf will take you away."

But even though he said this, Beryl didn't dare to take the next step. He could feel his heart aching, and what made him more unhappy than his body that was on the verge of reaching its limit was his soul. It has never been able to perfectly match this body.

——This is Woodworth's rebellion! That guy is actually still alive!

hum!
His ears suddenly stood up, and he glanced warily in the direction of the sound. However, he noticed from the corner of his vision that Matthew also looked that way warily.

'Not Chaldea? '

Under Beryl's gaze, circles of ripples appeared in the previously empty position, like throwing stones into a lake. And as the arc-shaped ripples spread out, a touch of pure blue appeared in the dark midair, and Beryl's pupils shrank.

Water mirror!

"Is it... Queen Morgan?" Matthew also murmured subconsciously.

This sudden change put both parties on full alert. Under the attention of seven pairs of eyes present, the blue mirror shone brightly, and a figure fell out of it.

The expected Morgan did not appear. Instead, a petite light red figure fell to the ground.

"Beryl! It hurts! Beryl! Where are you? Fingers! What kind of magic did you teach me! My fingers, my body, ahhhh!"

As soon as the figure appeared, he covered his arms and cried out.

"Miss Spinel?"

Beryl saw that the person who appeared was not Morgan, and his tense body relaxed visibly. His tone also became more relaxed: "The fact that you are back here means that the Child of Prophecy has been solved, right? I knew it was Miss Spinel, so your words are absolutely fine."

As long as it wasn't Morgan, what he was doing now would never be allowed by Morgan. If he was discovered by that woman, even if he had obtained Woodworth's spiritual power, he would definitely be killed.

"Beryl!"

The goblin Tristan raised his face in the direction of the sound. Only then did Beryl see the thick dark circles hanging around his godless eyes. The extremely thick dark circles under his eyes made Tristan the Fairy's originally pale face look even more sickly.

'Those eyes should no longer be able to see. '

Beryl looked at those eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.

But the goblin Tristan didn't seem to notice. The pain caused by the twitching coldness in her body made her panic instinctively. She fell beside him, stretched out a hand, and showed herself to Beryl. The injury was on the sickly pale palm, and the finger joints were stained with dirty black, and they hung down in an extremely unnatural manner.

"Beryl, it hurts so much! I've been cursed! Cursed! What should I do?"

"Stop talking, Miss Spinel, go back and take a rest. If you want to curse others, you have to bear the same curse, right? This is pollution of the soul, and I can't help you cure it." Beryl pushed. He opened the goblin Tristan, and then his face showed a pretentious expression of confusion:

"But it's really strange... Even if you use my grandmother's magic, the side effects won't appear so quickly - is it that guy? Does that guy actually have a magic reflex technique? The magic was reflected on you Right?" "Beryl?" Tristan the Fairy responded, and his tone gradually changed from disbelief to "Beryl! You lied to me!" The magic you taught me will pollute the soul - Mother will not like me..."

"Don't you understand yet, Miss Spinel? Ever since you stole the Court of Frustration, His Majesty Morgan will no longer be able to trust you! Miss Spinel is really an idiot."

'As expected, no matter how many times I watch it, it's still not as good as Mashu. '

The goblin Tristan's cloudy eyes shed a mixture of tears and curses, and she suddenly bit her lip as if she had finally made up her mind.

At the next moment, Beryl suddenly felt as hot as being burned by flames—it didn't come from him, but from the goblin Tristan.

The blazing white light lit up, and Beryl could clearly feel an irresistible push. He instinctively wanted to escape, but it was too late as his body felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

"Roar!"

The voice that came from unknown sources spread throughout Gloucester. The roar was filled with the ominous ominousness of destruction, and it was like the highest level of mental pollution.

Just hearing the sound, he could feel a thick chill running from his back to his brain.

When the white light reached its peak, a point of scarlet instantly bloomed in the deepest part of the white light, a heat wave swept out quickly, and black and red smoke rose into the sky.

The numb body finally felt its first sensation, but it was unforgettable pain. Beryl only felt a huge force coming from him, and his whole body was flying high with blood sprinkled on it.

His fur didn't play any role - no, it did play a role. If it weren't for the fur, his body would have been shattered in an instant.

"How can it be……"

There were black clouds around him. When Beryl moved his eyes downward, what he saw was black, the purest black.

Under the black clouds, a beam of fire shot up into the sky. The thick smoke of the fire flashed with accumulated thunder, and lightning exploded from time to time, illuminating the scenery in the black clouds. Just one glance made his hair stand on end.

In the endless darkness, two lines of cold white were revealed.

Fangs, those are two rows of fangs that are longer than his body!

The endless darkness beneath him turned out to be a huge mouth! At this time, the huge mouth was opened to the extreme, and he was right above the mouth! He is about to be swallowed into that darkness!
"What a joke! I don't want it!"

Beryl's eyes stretched to the extreme, and he moved his body desperately to escape.

"I haven't accomplished my goal yet."

The black smoke had caught up with him, and in the dense smoke lingering on both sides, he saw fangs rising from both sides of him.

Beryl desperately stretched out a palm and poked his head outward.

"I haven't been with Matthew yet..."

Clang!
The fangs were closed, covering up all the light.

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