Light Spirit Epic

Tristan awakened a monster. A real monster.

The speed of the Mithril Wolf was incredibly fast, almost equivalent to the speed of the Pantherman hero Paramedes in his heyday.

His speed was so fast that he couldn't catch it with the naked eye. Even if he tried to catch his afterimage, all he saw was an infinitely stretched band of ice blue light.

Bediville, whose whole body was attached to Mithril, obviously gained a lot of weight and became heavier. Why not only has it not slowed down, but has also become faster?

Because, although his weight has increased, his body's propulsion has also become stronger.

Human activity originally relied on the explosive force generated by muscle activity. And no matter how powerful the muscles are, there is always a limit. Muscles will even produce a large amount of lactic acid after prolonged activity, and muscle fibers will be torn due to long-term high-load work. These factors will make the muscles sore that they cannot continue to move.

But Bradyville's situation is completely different. He has (almost) not acted on the strength of his own muscles. Although his muscles also moved with the traction of the mithril fluid, what was really moving was the mithril fluid on his body and the mithril fluid deeply planted in his bone marrow.

Those things are affecting Bediwell's whole body, not the muscles of Bediwell's whole body are affecting those things. So their weight is not important, what is important is whether the power they can generate can surpass the negative effects of their own weight.

So Bediville can now move at this terrifying speed. This is both a heavyweight body and amazing speed. Being hit by Bediville in this state will feel like being hit by a giant rhino. I am afraid that ordinary people will be crushed!

"Asshole..." Tristan also knew the situation was not good, so he didn't dare to neglect. The hoarfrost dragon scales on his body have naturally been maintained. However, although the dragon scales are hard, they are only able to resist ordinary sword slashes, and may not be very resistant to "impact". If Bediveville had discovered this and hit him directly, even if Tristan could use the dragon scales to resist the impact of the Mithril Wolf, he would inevitably suffer various internal injuries.

After all, he only has dragon scales on the outside to protect his body, but there is no inner body with the same hardness!

However, Bradyville was only running around Tristan, and seemed to have no intention of attacking. He was on guard, afraid of Tristan's plan. And he is probably also being proficient at himself in this state, trying to control his body moving at high speed. In short, he hasn't attacked Tristan for a long time, as if he had other plans.

That being the case, this game may still be a battle.

Tristan then summoned the ice giant, intending to have a final victory with Bediville. This time the ice giant doesn't need feet at all. It stands beside Tristan like a bunker, providing comprehensive protection to the murloc prince. And he also made the ice giant to have four arms instead of the normal two arms. The four arms protect Tristan from all directions, and it can be described as airtight.

"Come on!" Tristan continued to inject magic power into the ice giant, and this was the last fight. If the ice giant couldn't defeat Bediveville, there would be no other way to defeat the monster.

"Your...wish...is...what...!" whispered the mithril wolf that was flying around, the long voice seemed to Fill the entire space.

"Are you serious? Ask my wishes at this time?" Tristan wondered.

"Your...wish...is...what...!" That voice was still melodious, it was a torture from the soul.

Bediwell is working desperately with Tristan in order to retrieve his lost son Husky. And what legitimate reason does the Murloc Prince have to win this kind of battle? He is a prince, heir to the throne of Iceland, and he has everything. He has no reason to participate in any 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 the Knights of the Round Table, extinguish other people's dreams, and achieve his dreams?

This is [mental interference].

Tristan, who was already proficient in hypnotism, suddenly realized that he was being disturbed by the same method.

Bedyville can use spells, and spells and hypnotism are actually the same, so it's not very strange that Bedyville can use mental interference.

is it. At this timing, do you use this subtle operation? Tristan sneered. He must concentrate on manipulating the ice giant and cannot be disturbed. But Bradyville knew this and came to disturb him mentally.

If you don't get rid of this mental interference, Tristan will not be able to concentrate, and then the strength of his ice giant will immediately decrease. If the ice giant couldn't guard against Bediveville's attack, it is estimated that Tristan would lose in an instant.

"Never mind. I'll tell you." The murloc prince replied calmly.

The best way to deal with mental interference is to strengthen your beliefs. People who truly have unshakable faith will not be disturbed. A person with faith is like being under the huge impact of a waterfall, but his heart is silent, as calm as still water.

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"For women," Tristan replied in a low voice.

"woman......?"

"Even as the prince of the Kingdom of Iceland, he is not able to do whatever he wants and can have everything." The murloc prince replied: "Marriage is the person appointed by the queen. But that is not my love. I love a folk girl, but she It is absolutely impossible to be recognized by the queen mother and recognized by the Kingdom of Iceland. So ------"

Tristan squeezed the weapon in his hand: "I must become a knight of the round table, and my status is higher than the status of a prince. The knight of the round table is an existence beyond nationality. After I have my own knight order, even my mother has no rights. Take care of me."

At that time, he was free, and he would marry anyone he wanted to marry.

"Huh." Bediwell, who was racing at high speed, let out a sneer. It seems that he has seen everything through at this moment.

"...What a laugh. It's really unpleasant." Tristan smacked his lips.

"It's a boring reason." Bediwell's voice continued to sound in Tristan's mind: "It's only for a woman to make such a big move. You are you, and no one can control you. You are all such big people. , Your mother has to ask who you marry? You mommy boy is disgusting."

"Wh...?! You guy!" Provoked by Bediwell's words, Tristan became 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. You are afraid of disobeying your mother and queen and losing the right to succeed to 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 to love, status is the most important thing in your heart. That’s why 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. You can love with boldness. 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?"

Countless blue veins appeared on Tristan's forehead, furious, his trembling hands clasped the weapon tightly.

It's not because Bediwell didn't say it. On the contrary, it is precisely because of the accuracy that he has torn off the skin of the murloc prince, and it reaches his essence, that he will be so angry and angry.

"You, your wish is not worth mentioning compared to other candidates." Bediwell continued: "Other candidates have dreams that must be realized no matter what, a belief that they must stop and try their last breath. . And you? You have no faith. Your wish is not important at all, nor is it a dream that can only be realized by becoming a knight of the round table. You really want to realize your wish, so you just give up your prince status and participate in the round table trial. , Wasting your time and blocking the way for other candidates? ------Don't be so self-righteous, Prince Tristan!"

"Aw...!" Tristan was already flushed with anger at this time. He was so calm that he was irritated by the words of others so far, which is probably the only time in his life. Bediville's vicious words pierced into his heart like a sharp sword. Although he knew that the other party was mentally disturbing him, Tristan couldn't refute it.

Because that is a fact.

Even he himself knew that it was a fact.

How much he loves that woman, and whether that woman loves him, he actually knows how.

Because all of this is true, it makes people very angry!

"Understood, you really want to die, right." The murloc prince said coldly, with a great killing intent in his tone: "Come on! Let's fight to the death and kill the other party!"

"Huh." Bediwell let out another sneer of contempt, and began planning his offense. In fact, because of the mental interference just now, Bediville had already made Tristan unable to concentrate because of his anger. The ice giant created by Tristan seems to have been strengthened because of anger, but its structure is definitely incomplete, and it must have some structural weakness.

The seemingly even battle, in fact, has long ago concluded. The person who loses calm first will inevitably lose in the battle.

Or in other words, in this fateful round-table trial challenge, only those who most want to realize their wishes and have the most firm beliefs can win to the end.

------And Tristan's ridiculous wish is not included in it!

Bediwell drove a short distance, and then accelerated at the location where Tristan was. His whole body was wrapped in a large amount of mythril fluid, as if wearing an extremely strong armor. This was not enough, he felt that just rushing past it might not be able to defeat the ice giant. So roll the tungsten tortoise tongue whip on your hand and wrap it in mythril fluid to turn it into a drill-like structure. This part is the part that first came into contact with the enemy at the moment of the collision, and at the end of this part is a pointed vertebra made of Moon God steel, which can be said to be quite hard!

He stopped circling around the murloc prince, began to accelerate in a straight line, and rushed past! Not only did he use the slides made of Mithril fluid to reduce friction on the ground, he also used the muscles of the whole body and the power that Mithril fluid could provide to accelerate! He is faster, becoming a more dazzling ice blue lightning, deadly and violent!

"It's just right! You'll be crushed to pieces!" Tristan also commanded the ice giant and slammed into Bediwell!

Boom! At that moment, the figure of the werewolf youth and the heavy fists of the ice giant exchanged each other!