Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

"can not go."

His whole body had been beaten to pieces, but even so, Woodworth was still preventing Bagster from moving forward.

"Gloucester... I want to defend Gloucester."

"Gloucester, it doesn't matter who killed me, but... But at least, at least I can't be killed by you as the Fang Clan again. I can't let the Fang Clan kill the last person again." The Winged Clan..."

"The Fang Clan, the Fang Clan has already missed once...cannot...make the same mistake again and again..."

"I want... to make up for this mistake..."

However, before he could finish what he said, Bagster had already opened his mouth toward Woodworth, and then, a huge torrent of magic shot out from its mouth, hitting Woodworth again. body.

However, this light cannon, which was comparable to the liberation of a noble phantom from an ordinary light cannon hero, actually failed to make Woodworth let go.

"I won't let go..."

"boom--!"

Another light cannon fell.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has disappeared..."

"boom!"

The third light cannon blasted out.

"So at least..."

"boom!"

"I want to keep..."

"boom!"

"His Majesty's Britain..."

"boom!"

Unfortunately, despite his unparalleled perseverance, Woodworth did not wait for a miracle.

It wasn't until Bagster exhaled the seventh breath carrying strong hell flames that Woodworth finally lost all his strength and loosened his grip on Bagster's tail.

After Bagster arrived at the completely deserted Gloucester ahead, Beryl popped his head out of the wreckage of the battlefield again, and then quickly came to Woodward with brisk steps. around Si.

After carefully preparing isolation measures, Beryl took out the sharp knife that he had prepared, stabbed Woodworth into his chest, and cut out his heart.

"Oh oh oh! Although it's exactly what I expected, but when I actually saw this scene, I still couldn't help but be amazed - it's been so long, and Morse poison hasn't penetrated into the heart? It's true. Is it the lungs of the planet? It’s really an exaggerated resistance and endurance.”

Beryl held the bloody heart in his hand and laughed. Then, Beryl opened his mouth and swallowed the heart in one gulp.

But at this moment, from the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that Woodworth's fingertips suddenly trembled slightly.

"Wow, are you kidding? Even Xiaoqiang will feel sick with this vitality, right?"

Beryl frowned tightly, and then raised his hand towards Woodworth.

In the eyes of everyone, the scene in the light curtain ended here.

Not to mention that the queens and heirs who saw the scene here reacted with indignation, anger, or silence, and their perspectives remained here.

Before Beryl's hand fell, a certain ominous feeling of being targeted by some beast-like existence suddenly swept through Beryl's body.

Although he didn't know where the feeling came from, when he felt the ominous feeling, he turned around without hesitation and escaped towards the end of the deserted plain at the fastest speed in his life.

It wasn't until his back disappeared without a trace that a certain figure silently appeared in front of Woodworth's remains.

"...Your Majesty...Your Majesty?"

Feeling that familiar breath, a subtle voice came from the mouth of Woodworth, who was already on his deathbed.

There was no sound in response to him. The figure who appeared here squatted quietly beside him, and then stretched out his hand to slowly stroke his long hair that had been scorched by the high temperature.

"Woodworth," the figure whispered, "do you blame me for not saving you?"

However, Woodworth did not answer her question, because all his sensing organs had been burned out in the previous bombardment.

He could feel the other person simply because of some mysterious induction.

So, at the last moment of his life, he just said this:

"...Your Majesty...please don't touch me..."

"...I'm...full of...morse poison."

"—"

The figure suddenly fell silent.

Then, she gently raised her hand and closed Woodworth's eyes that had long lost sight.

"Get some rest, Woodworth."

She said softly:

"Even if this is all just a dream, your fur will still be beautiful."

ps: Third update! 7k2 big chapters!

True to my word, a total of three chapters have been updated today, namely 8k5,5, 5,7k2, and [-]k[-], with a total of [-] words of updates!If it wasn't all combined on a large scale, it would be updated ten times a day!

This is my super hot update!

The current number of words owed is 38000/34000, and all the owed words have been repaid, and even an extra [-] words have been repaid.

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Chapter 75 Hello, Captain Britain! (6k2)

"Beryl...you bastard!"

Even though the broadcast of the battle outside Gloucester City had long since ended, the scene of Beryl raising his hand towards the dying Woodworth as shown at the end of the light curtain still strongly stimulated "Ba." Wan Xi’s nerves.

How dare this bastard, this bastard, how dare he? !

Even she herself, when facing the Norwich Disaster, knew not to backstab the Son of Prophecy who was resisting the disaster. This was even when she knew that this was just a simulation, and Beryl , this idiot who doesn’t even have a simulator, he can actually do such a backstab!

He doesn't care about the survival of the Fairy Kingdom at all!

With a "snap" punch, the dressing table in front of "Bavanshi" had been smashed into two pieces, with the pieces flying everywhere.

"Oh, what's going on? Miss Spinel, why are you so angry today?"

Attracted by the sound of her smashing the dressing table, there was a sound of the room door being pushed open behind "Bavanshi". She turned around, only to see Beryl's hateful face right next to her. A few meters behind him, he was smiling at her.

"Who provoked you? He actually made you so angry. Let's go kill him together, right?"

Seeing "Bavanshi" turning around, not realizing the seriousness of the problem, Beryl was still smiling.

Seeing his playful smile, "Bavanshi"'s eyes immediately turned red.

It was this damn guy who had been deceiving her feelings with sweet words, allowing herself to be used by him like a fool. In the third simulation, this bastard even tricked her into using that damn spell. Killed Woodworth and obtained Woodworth's heart for him.

But he never told himself that after using that spell, the caster's soul would gradually decay.

Some memories that had been buried gradually came to mind as she recalled them. That kind of terrifying experience made "Bavanshi"'s body tremble uncontrollably.

The feeling of being alone in your own palace, feeling your limbs, and your body rotting bit by bit, but you are helpless and can't do anything is really too creepy.

As long as it moves slightly, the flesh, flesh and bones in the corresponding position will rot and then slide down.

The once comfortable big bed became her prison, and the room that only belonged to her became her hell.

——Empty except for the hell of her decaying soul.

The guards and servants who were usually free to call and drink at will were all dismissed by Beryl. There was not even a bug to be found around the huge queen's palace, not to mention humans or goblins.

——She was left alone in that empty room, desperately waiting for her body to rot away bit by bit, listening to her body turning into rotten flesh bit by bit, and then under the influence of gravity, It fell with a "snap" sound.

The only sound she could hear coming from outside the palace was the distant herald announcing that Beryl had been crowned king outside before she died.

Pain, despair, regret...all kinds of memories were mixed together, so that "Bavanshi" who chose to accept the simulated memory after the simulation almost fainted.

But now, recalling these horrific memories, the murderous intent in the eyes of "Bavanshi" looking at Beryl became more intense.

Become a king?Let this guy?

Although she didn't know what she would become after the third simulation because she died early, she knew that under the hands of that beast Beryl, the fairy country that her mother had guarded for so long would definitely not have anything. A good ending, right?

"Hey, hey, what's going on? Why do I feel like you have a lot of resentment towards me? Did I make you angry in some way?"

Realizing who the murderous aura of "Bavanshi" was pointing at, the expression on Beryl's face suddenly turned a little ugly. He sneered and retreated towards the door.

damn it!I couldn’t help but be exposed!

Seeing this, "Bavanshi" became anxious on the spot.

Originally, she wanted to endure it for a few days in order to find a suitable opportunity to kill Beryl more safely, but she just couldn't suppress the anger in her heart, and Beryl noticed her murderous intention.

As things stand now, all we can do is...that's all!Don’t stop doing it!Kill this beast before he runs away!

Thinking of this, "Bavanshi" no longer hesitated. She directly raised her hand, and the rich scarlet magic power quickly condensed on her fingertips.

"Go to hell! Beryl!"

Roaring like this, the scarlet magic arrow shot out from her hand, pointing straight at Beryl's throat.

..........................

"Ding--!"

The long magic arrow was deflected by the mithril sword that slashed horizontally at a high speed. Guinevere's forward body stagnated slightly, and then the other three long magic arrows that followed quickly caught up with him.

"Ding ding ding--!"

Although the speed of the three arrows was extremely fast, their trajectory was not a branch line, and the distance between their successive arrivals was extremely short, Guinevere still managed to intercept them all with the support of his Star Chasing Eye skill.

[Skill: Star Chasing Eye B]

[Because you have tried to chase meteors with your naked eyes many times, after countless attempts, you have successfully captured meteors with your eyes. 】

[Your dynamic vision has been greatly enhanced. Any attack with ballistics will be invisible to you. When your physical fitness is enough to support you in shooting down the attack, you will definitely be able to do it. 】

But before he could take a breath, the sharp blade instantly spanned several meters and hit Guinevere's neck.Immediately afterwards, the light on Guinevere suddenly brightened, and the flame of farewell was extinguished.

But in the next second, the sword in his hand suddenly turned around and struck his neck.

Bleeding.

[In order to avoid Shadow User's Lani Dark Moon, you were forced to distance yourself from him. When you got close to him again, Shadow User used Loretta's stunt on you again. After you chopped down the magic arrow, At that time, you were hit head-on by Shadow User's Gap Moon Shadow and lost your combat effectiveness. 】

[In order to save time, you decisively committed suicide and retriggered the endless trial effect. 】

[So far, you have committed suicide 72 times in battles with Shadow Uther. 】

Strong, very strong.

Even without the support of Ying Ji, Ying Youser is still a very tough nut to crack.

Powerful in all directions.

Strong basic physical fitness, enough to cope with magic in various situations, smooth and fast martial arts, quick ability to adapt to the situation, unparalleled combat experience, and excellent sword skills enough to compete with Guinevere... All of the above constituted the hexagonal monster in front of Guinevere.

The most important thing is that his fighting methods are so rich, so rich that even though Guilin Weir has died in his hands so many times, his death method has never been the same several times.

In the past, the opponents that Guilin Will encountered were even more disparate in terms of hard power than him. But even so, relying on the accumulation of a large number of deaths, Guilin Will was able to gradually figure out all the ways of his opponents. Count and find a counterattack method to deal with each of its moves. The only difference is the difficulty of the counterattack method.

Just like the time she had a fatal fight with Lancelot, just her ordinary sprint at the beginning made Guinevere do it again nine hundred times. It can be said that it is the dung monster among dung monsters.

However, compared with this opponent who has endless tricks and weird and changeable fighting styles, Guinevere feels that fighting her is less tiring.

At least Lancelot is quite straightforward.