The 3032nd chapter decisive battle in the trial (eighteen)
Chapter 3032 The decisive battle versus the trial (18)
Boom! ------- However, Bedivere's attack was useless. The bullet was bounced away because Tristan had the scales of the hoarfrost dragon!
More violent crackling sounds came from the Mithril Fluid, because the fluid was in direct contact with Tristan's body and was more easily affected by the cold; while the heat from Bediville spread through the air, which naturally affected the Mithril Fluid.
The impact is less. If this continues, the mithril fluid will not be able to bind Tristan, and he will be able to break free!
"That's it." Bedivere said calmly, letting the mithril fluid wrap around his body. In direct contact with his body, the mithril fluid also absorbed the heat from Bedivere's body, and the metallic fluid transmitted
The heating speed is extremely fast, and the heat has been transferred to Tristan instantly, making the fluid that was almost cracked by the cold regain fluidity!
The battle between cold and hot is still going on. But Mithril fluid is not omnipotent. If it is tossed back and forth between cold and hot, I am afraid it will eventually "break" and no longer be able to become a stable and controllable memory metal.
We must think of a solution before this happens!
The solution is------
Can't remember...?
Nothing...unexpected?!
Bedivere suddenly found that his mind went blank and he could no longer think!
Or maybe it could be that his mind was invaded by all kinds of complicated thoughts and he was completely unable to concentrate on thinking of countermeasures!
This is unusual! No matter how panicked Bedivere is, no matter how chaotic the situation on the battlefield is, the werewolf youth is an experienced warrior after all! He has experienced hundreds of battles and cannot lose his mind at this time, unless---
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Bedivere instantly understood that it was Tristan who was using "mental interference" on him.
There are many types of hypnosis. A powerful hypnosis can make the opponent completely give up resistance and obey the hypnotist. But that kind of hypnosis has almost no effect on the battlefield. After all, the opponent is guarding against the hypnotist with full hostility.
However, "mental interference", which is slightly lower level than normal hypnosis, can be used on the battlefield.
It is a bit different from formal hypnosis. "Hypnosis" generally imposes a specific command on a specific object, allowing the hypnotized person to act in accordance with that command. "Mental interference" is much simpler, and it just continuously exerts influence on the surrounding people.
The environment emits some chaotic commands and the noise of thoughts. Because the entire world is immersed in the ocean of photons, as long as these interference signals are diffused in the world of photons, opponents at close range will inadvertently receive them.
Moreover, the more sensitive people are, the easier it is to receive these noises--for example, people with strong intuition like Bedivere.
Because they are messy signals and commands, they may not be able to order Bedivere to do something specific, but they can quickly disrupt Bedivere's thoughts, making it impossible for the werewolf youth to concentrate on thinking! Bedivere's mind just now
It was completely blank (still is), precisely because it was disturbed by Tristan's spirit.
[Mental interference] may be just an inconspicuous little trick, not even a formal hypnosis. But when it is used in a duel between mages, this little trick may determine success or failure. Because the mages
You must concentrate when casting a spell. Those who cannot concentrate well will inevitably fail!
...That guy Tristan is indeed a genius. Whether it's hypnosis or ice spells, even this mere mental interference is used extremely skillfully.
Oops...My mind is in chaos and I can't think at all. Although I can't hear the sound, there is indeed a kind of thinking noise affecting Bedivere's thoughts. No matter what he tries to calm down and wants to do, he will
Interrupted by that noise.
I can't think of a countermeasure. The mithril fluid in front of me begins to melt and collapse, and Tristan will break free in less than a second. What should I do?
Instead of worrying about thinking, let your body take action!
The weapon in the werewolf young man's hand suddenly slashed at Tristan, and he simply gave up thinking.
Boom! The Luna Steel Scimitar fell on the hoarfrost dragon scale, but it was bounced away!
But Bedivere did not give up. The tungsten turtle tongue whip in his other hand, which had already been charged up, went from coiling to straightening, and stabbed out quickly like a spear, trying to make a big hole in Tristan's chest and abdomen!
Bang! The attack was still deflected! This is the first time that the charged heavy blow of the Tungsten Turtle Tongue Whip was deflected!
It’s not over yet! The werewolf young man slashed another knife with his backhand, aiming it at Tristan’s head! The sharp Luna Steel scimitar could split Tristan’s head in half horizontally! He should not have made such a merciless blow.
The blame is on Tristan for interfering with his thinking!
Boom! The attack was blocked by the hoarfrost dragon scales! Tristan planned to fight Bedivere to the end. While defending in place and trying to break away, he continued to mentally disturb Bedivere!
"You bastard------!" The werewolf youth was a little annoyed. Since physical attacks were useless, let's use fire! He directly used the spell fire on the [World Tree Shell] to hit the fishman prince.
His body, the cursed fire turned into a powerful flaming sword. The moment it hit Tristan, it ignited a fire, and the burning flames surrounded the fish-man prince!
Of course, Tristan is also constantly releasing frost under the protection of the dragon scales. In the end, this is nothing more than a continuous battle between cold and heat, and the consumption on both sides is almost the same!
No. It’s actually not the same!
Tristan just responded to "movement" with "no movement" and concentrated on defense. Whether it was using dragon scales to protect himself, releasing cold air, or using mental interference, they were all very low-cost operations.
But Bediwell needs to control mithril fluid, control flames, and even control his hands to attack violently. The werewolf youth is multi-tasking and has long been exhausted! His failure is only a matter of time!
At this moment, the mithril fluid wrapped around Tristan's right hand collapsed. It could no longer withstand the battle between cold and heat. It finally lost the properties of memory metal and turned into mud and fell to the ground!
The fishman prince vacated an arm, but Bedivere hadn't noticed it yet. So Tristan quickly took out a small dagger and stabbed the werewolf youth in the abdomen!
"Hmm!..." Bedivere made a puzzled sound.
In fact, the game did not stab Bedivere. He dodged it. However, the sharp edge of the dagger still passed through his hair and made a small wound on his belly.
The problem is that the dagger contains some kind of poison, a poison that can cause general anesthesia. And it spreads so fast that Bediwell can even feel that starting from the wound, his whole body is starting to lose consciousness!
"You...!" Bedivere's movements gradually became sluggish.
"The poison of cone snails. Enjoy it." Tristan sneered: "Soon you will become unable to move and have to lie here for a long time. And there is no antidote for this poison."
Bedivere had already fallen to the ground at this time. The poison took effect very quickly, and the werewolf youth was numb all over and could not obey his orders at all. He never thought that Tristan would take out this kind of thing to plot against him during the battle.
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But a duel is a duel, and in order to win, all available means can be used. The rules of the game do not say that poison cannot be used. There was a poison master named Bete who used poison to fight.
"The toxin of cone snails is very powerful. It not only flows in your blood, but also invades your nerves and numbs your whole body. You won't have a chance to detoxify." Tristan looked at the ground foaming at the mouth.
Bediwell: "Ordinary people would have died from cardiac anesthesia long ago. However, you are an orc and your body is much stronger than humans, so you shouldn't be able to die, right?"
Bedivere couldn't move his whole body and could only look at the fishman prince angrily with his eyes.
"Don't look at me so fiercely. I also want to resolve this meaningless battle quickly, and I used the gentlest method, which almost didn't hurt you." Tristan sneered: "This ending is already good.
, just lie down and watch me take the crown of this competition, hehehe."
He confidently believed that Bedivere was unable to move and was no longer qualified to fight. So when the mithril fluid completely shattered and scattered from his body, the fishman prince patted his body, turned around and prepared to leave.
Turning his back to Bedivere overconfidently was his biggest mistake.
The werewolf young man slowly got up.
"Ooooooooooo..." Bedivere, who was foaming at the mouth, muttered in a low voice. At this time, Tristan, who was slowly walking away, didn't actually care, and even thought Bedivere was there.
He howled like a loser, which was nothing to be afraid of. But he never expected that Bedivere could get up, and was getting up!
The magical fire that was originally divided into two souls has gathered together and turned into a pure ice-blue fireball. This fireball is in the form of manipulating mithril. It uses all the remaining mithril that can be used from [
It was summoned from the Shell of the World Tree and attached to Bedivere.
Spellcraft is the art of casting curses.
You can put a curse on others, or you can put a curse on yourself. And more often than not, you can put a curse on yourself.
When he reaches a certain extreme in controlling his body with spells, he can manipulate his body like a puppet on strings.
The ice-blue spell fire is attached to the top of Bediwell's head, and the werewolf youth's whole body is covered with a thin layer of mithril fluid, making his entire wolf look ice-blue, covered in
Thick metallic feel.
It just changed from a silver wolf to a "mithril wolf".
"Ah wuwuwuwuwu! ------" he yelled at Tianchang, extremely angry!
"You...impossible!" Tristan heard the astonishing roar, turned to look at Bedivere who was standing up, and was shocked: "The toxin of the cone snail should have completely anesthetized your nerves, you
You can’t even move?!＂
"Ooooooooooo..." Bedivere did not answer, or answered in an almost irrational low voice. His eyes only had whites and no pupils, and they did not look normal.
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He is in a violent state and is just using his unyielding will to continue to control his body that should be uncontrollable!
That's right, the toxin anesthetized all the nerves in his body, and every inch of his nerves no longer obeyed his command.
However, before that, all the nerves in Bedivere's body had been eroded by mithril fluid. In his bone marrow, in his spine, and in every nerve line, there was mithril fluid that was completely assimilated with the nervous system.
The human body relies on current signals transmitted by the nervous system to control the whole body. Bedivere's body has long surpassed the backward signal transmission method of current signals. It can be considered that every inch of muscle and every bone in his body is composed of
The mithril fluid moves with it and is "brain controlled".
Every thought he has will be turned into a signal to control his body, and he will control his body actions with zero delay! Faster than anyone else, stronger than anyone else! Moreover, the neurotoxin of the cone snail is very effective against inorganic substances like mithril fluid.
Nothing works!
------The mithril wolf turned into a blue lightning and attacked the fish-man prince Tristan!