The 3033rd chapter decisive battle in the trial (nineteen)
Chapter 3033 The decisive battle versus the trial (19)
Tristan awakened a monster. A real monster.
The mithril wolf was incredibly fast, almost equivalent to the speed of the leopard hero Palamedes in his heyday.
His speed was so fast that it was impossible to capture it with the naked eye. Even if you tried to capture his afterimage, you would only see an infinitely stretched ice-blue light band.
Bedivere, whose whole body was covered with mithril, must have gained a lot of weight and become bulkier. Why didn't it slow down instead of getting faster?
Because, although his weight has increased, the propulsion force of his body has also become stronger.
Human body activities originally rely on the explosive force generated by muscle activity. And no matter how strong the muscle is, there will always be a limit. After long-term activity, muscles will even produce a large amount of lactic acid, and muscle fibers will also be damaged due to long-term high-load labor.
Tear, these factors will make the muscles so sore that they can no longer move.
But Bediwell's situation is completely different. He no longer (almost) moves by the power of his own muscles. Although his muscles are also moving together under the traction of mithril fluid, what is really moving is his body.
Mithril fluid, and the Mithril fluid deeply embedded in his bone marrow.
It is those things that affect Bediwell's whole body, not the muscles of Bediwell's whole body that affect those things. So their weight is not important. What is important is whether the power they can produce can exceed the power brought by their own weight.
negative impact.
That's why Bediwell can now move at such a terrifying speed. This is a heavyweight body and has amazing speed. Being hit by Bediwell in this state will feel like being hit by a giant rhinoceros. Ordinary people are afraid
It will be shattered to pieces!
"Bastard..." Tristan also knew that the situation was not good and did not dare to neglect it. The white frost dragon scales on his body were naturally maintained. However, although the dragon scales were hard, they could only resist ordinary sword attacks. For
The "impact" resistance may not be good. If Bedivere discovers this and crashes directly into him, even if Tristan can use dragon scales to resist the impact of the Mithril Wolf, he will inevitably suffer various internal injuries.
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After all, he only has dragon scales to protect his body on the outside, but he doesn't have the same hardness on the inside!
However, Bedivere was just running around Tristan and didn't seem to have any plans to attack. He was on guard, fearing that Tristan might have another plan. And he was probably getting used to himself in this state, trying to control his high-speed movement.
body. In short, he has not attacked Tristan for a long time, and seems to have other plans.
In this case, this game may still be a fight.
Tristan then summoned the Ice Giant, intending to have a final showdown with Bedivere. This time the Ice Giant did not need legs at all. It stood beside Tristan like a bunker, providing the fishman prince with comprehensive protection.
Protection. Moreover, he also made the ice giant transform into four arms instead of the normal two arms. The four arms protected Tristan inside from all directions, making it airtight.
"Come on!" Tristan kept injecting magic power into the ice giant. This was the last fight. If the ice giant couldn't defeat Bedivere, I'm afraid there would be no other way to defeat the monster.
"Your...wish...is...what...!" The mithril wolf that was running around whispered, and the long voice seemed to
Filling the entire space.
"Are you serious? Are you asking me about my wishes at this time?" Tristan wondered.
"Your...wish...is...what...!" The voice was still melodious, it was simply some kind of torture from the soul.
Bedivere is desperately fighting Tristan in order to find his lost son Husky. And what legitimate reason does the fishman prince have to win in this kind of battle? He is a prince and the heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Iceland.
He has everything. He has no reason to participate in any more Round Table trials. He doesn't need anything. Everything he wants can be obtained at any time.
So what reason does he have to compete with others for the title of Knight of the Round Table, to extinguish other people's dreams and realize his own?
This is [mental interference].
Tristan, who was already proficient in hypnosis, suddenly realized that he was being disturbed by the same method.
Bedivere can use spells, and spells and hypnosis actually have the same origin, so it is not particularly strange that Bedivere can use mental interference.
Really? At this kind of timing, using such a subtle operation? Tristan sneered. He must concentrate on controlling the ice giant and cannot be disturbed. And Bedivere knew this, so he came to disturb him mentally.
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If he does not get rid of this mental interference, Tristan will not be able to concentrate, and the strength of his Ice Giant will immediately decrease. If the Ice Giant cannot defend against Bedivere's attack, Tristan will probably be defeated in an instant.
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"That's fine. I'll tell you." The fishman prince replied calmly.
The best way to deal with mental interference is to strengthen your beliefs. People who truly have unshakable beliefs will not be disturbed. People with beliefs are like being under the huge impact of a waterfall, but their hearts are silent.
Silent, as calm as still water.
"For women." Tristan replied in a low voice.
"woman......?"
"Even as a prince of the Kingdom of Iceland, you can't have everything you want." The fishman prince replied: "Marriage is the choice designated by the mother. But that is not what I love. What I love is a folk woman, but she
It is absolutely impossible to be recognized by the Queen Mother and the Kingdom of Iceland. So------"
Tristan tightened the weapon in his hand: "I must become a Knight of the Round Table, with a status higher than that of a prince. The Knights of the Round Table exist beyond nationality. When I have my own knighthood, not even my mother has the right to do so."
Leave me alone."
At that time, he was free and could marry whomever he wanted.
"Huh." Bediwell, who was running at high speed, sneered. It seemed that he had seen through everything at this moment.
"...Why are you laughing? It's really unpleasant." Tristan smacked his lips.
"What a boring reason." Bedivere's voice continued to ring in Tristan's mind: "It's just for a woman to make such a big move. You are who you are, and no one can control you. You are such a big person.
, your mother still has to ask who you want to marry? You, a mama's boy, are simply disgusting."
"What...?! You guy!" Provoked by Bedivere's words, Tristan began to get angry: "What do you know! Do you know how strict the rules of the Icelandic royal family are?"
"Yes, I don't understand. I only know that you are afraid. Afraid of disobeying your mother and losing the qualification to inherit the throne. Then you will no longer be a noble prince, just a mortal. You are afraid of losing your glory.
and status, so you dare not love the person you want to love. Compared with love, status is the most important thing in your heart. So you make excuses for yourself and find ways to excuse yourself. In fact, you don’t need to be a Knight of the Round Table at all.
You can love boldly, but you can't. Because that is not your true love. Because the person you love is not even as important as your throne. Am I right?"
Tristan had countless blue veins sprouting from his forehead, he was furious, and his trembling hands clenched the weapon.
It's not because Bedivere didn't hit the mark. On the contrary, it was precisely because he said it so accurately that it ripped off the fish-man prince's covering of shame and revealed his true nature, which made him so angry.
"You, your wish is nothing compared to other candidates." Bediwell continued: "Other candidates have dreams that must be realized no matter what, a belief that they must fight to the last breath.
.And you? You have no faith. Your wish is not important at all, and it is not a dream that can only be realized by becoming a Knight of the Round Table. If you really want to realize your wish, just give up your identity as a prince, and then participate in the Round Table Trial
, wasting your own time and blocking the way for other candidates? ------Stop being so self-righteous, Prince Tristan!"
"Ouch...!" At this time, Tristan's face was flushed with anger. It was probably the only time in his life that he, who was originally very calm, was so irritated by other people's words. Bedivere's vicious words were as sharp as a knife.
It pierced into his heart like a sword. Although he knew that the other party was mentally disturbing him, Tristan could not refute.
Because, that's the truth.
Even he himself knows that it is a fact.
He actually knows how much he loves that woman and whether that woman loves him.
Because all of this is true, that’s why it’s so irritating!
"I understand, you really want to die, right?" the fish-man prince said coldly, with great murderous intent in his tone: "Come here! Let's fight to the death and beat each other to death!"
"Huh." Bedivere sneered again and began to plan his attack. In fact, due to the mental interference just now, Bedivere had already made Tristan unable to concentrate due to anger. Tristan made
The ice giant that emerged seemed to have been strengthened by anger, but its structure was definitely incomplete and there must be some structural weakness.
The battle that seems evenly matched has actually been decided for a long time. The one who loses his cool first will definitely lose in the battle.
In other words, in this round table trial arena where lives are at stake, only those who want to realize their wishes the most and have the firmest beliefs are likely to win in the end.
------And Tristan's ridiculous wish is not included in it!
Bedivere opened a short distance, then aimed at Tristan's position and accelerated. His whole body was wrapped in a large amount of mithril fluid, as if he was wearing an extremely strong armor. This was not enough, he
I felt that just rushing in like this might not necessarily defeat the ice giant. So I coiled the tungsten turtle tongue whip in my hand, and then wrapped it in mithril fluid to turn it into a drill-like structure. This part is the moment of collision.
The part that first comes into contact with the enemy, and the end of this part has sharp vertebrae made of Luna steel, which can be said to be quite hard!
He stopped circling around the fish-man prince, started accelerating in a straight line, and crashed into him! He not only used the slide made of mithril fluid to reduce ground friction, but also used the muscles of his body and the power provided by the mithril fluid to accelerate! He
Faster, becoming a more dazzling ice-blue lightning, deadly and violent!
"Just right! Just smash your bones to pieces!" Tristan also commanded the ice giant to punch Bedivere!
Boom! At that moment, the figure of the werewolf youth and the heavy fist of the ice giant were exchanged!