I, the Prince of Qin

　　The wind blade that clearly slashed at Aige clearly hit the target.

　　However, it was Tristan, who sent out the wind blade, and inexplicably, his head was separated.

　　There was no warning, not even any attack, just like that, the last moment after the attack was done, and the next moment, the head suddenly flew off the ground!

　　The blood was sprayed out, and the person was still standing, but his head fell to the ground, and even on the way to the fall, he didn't realize it yet, and he was still wondering if he was too hard on Aige!

　　The fighting field, which was originally silent because of the black hole at the beginning, fell into complete silence at this moment.

　　Even the exclamation when he saw Tristan, the great Knight of the Round Table, suddenly broke his head, seemed to be completely engulfed by silence!

　　Surprise, fear, shock, rage... Emotions, etc., have not yet brewed a result, and then everyone saw that Tristan's head went back again.

　　Everything is like an illusion.

　　Except for the extremely terrifying scene left in people's memory, and some residual blood around Tristan's neck.

　　what happened! ?Am I dead?Am I alive again?Was it a hallucination just now, or was time going backwards, or at that moment, the other party took my head back to my neck! ?

　　Tristan was completely confused, but one thing was for sure.

　　I am definitely not the opponent of that girl named Sajo Aika!

　　Not even qualified to test her strength!

　　"I'm so sad, it's you—"

　　Tristan wanted to say, you won, and I surrendered.

　　However, because of his habit of mouth, he spoke a step late.

　　"You can't kill it, then let the other party retreat." Sajo Aige didn't realize that Tristan was planning to surrender, and laughed twice.

　　Then, darkness came.

　　The scenery of the entire competition field suddenly disappeared.

　　When he regained his senses, Tristan found that he was already in a completely dark space.

　　No audience, no companions, no light.

　　Only in the darkness, in all directions, countless blood-red eyes are constantly blinking.

　　wink wink wink wink wink wink wink wink...

　　Inherent enchantment!

　　Tristan reacted in an instant, and he was pulled into the inherent barrier of that girl named Sajo Aika!

　　Inherent enchantment, a kind of magic that is close to magic, can only be used by the most gifted people, and it is often the condensation of the scenery of a hero's life.

　　Tristan has no doubts that Sajo Aga has the ability to use the inherent enchantment.

　　What he didn't understand was what exactly Shajo Aige wanted to do, what this inherent barrier was!

　　In the endless darkness, countless eyes stared at Tristan curiously, greedily, and densely.

　　Even as a Knight of the Round Table, facing countless dangers and terrifying scenes, it still feels chilly.

　　This is the deepest fear in the soul of the human species.

　　This is the world's biggest, most terrifying threat!

　　Countless eyes appeared on all sides, and then appeared in the sky.

　　The dense red eyeballs continue to spread, and the line of sight is injected from the surrounding and from the top of the head.

　　In just a split second, it will be smashed into shreds, there is no room for resistance, and there is no chance of luck.

　　Because, in the darkness, lurking is—

　　"My BEAST, the beast of 666, has been hidden all the time. Since Fuyuki, I haven't really pulled it out for a walk..."

　　Sha Tiao Aige's beautiful fluorescent figure appeared in the darkness, holding a skirt in one hand and stroking gracefully in the other. From the darkness, a dark head with bright red pupils stretched out.

　　In addition, there are countless heads clustered around her.

　　"Don't worry, they won't eat you, you will only be wiped out of the memory of seeing them. Just remember this fear, it will become a mark on your soul, crawl in front of me."

　　Aige's smile seems to keep expanding and expanding until it occupies all of Tristan's spirit——

　　"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

　　The moment the darkness faded, Tristan suddenly held his head on the arena and screamed in horror.

　　"Tristan!" "What's wrong with you!" "Mr. Mozhe, we admit defeat!"

　　The knights of the round table outside the field stepped onto the ring one after another to check the situation of their companions.

　　There was no injury, no curse or mental attack, but Tristan seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying, and even the perseverance of the knight was close to collapse.

　　It's hard to slow down, but I can't remember why I was so scared.

　　It's just that every time the corner of his eye glanced at the girl in the tender green princess dress, fear would instantly occupy his heart.

　　"I... I lost..." Tristan, the Knight of the Round Table, didn't even dare to look at Aige again, and hurried off the stage.

　　yeah!It didn't kill or seriously hurt the opponent, let the opponent voluntarily admit defeat, it was perfect!Mo Zhe will also praise me!

　　Agame thought happily.

　　As for how much psychological shadow area was caused to Tristan, I didn't realize it at all.

　　Outside the arena, Mo Zhe slammed his forehead, intending to leave immediately to see Tristan's situation.

Chapter 238 Chapter [-] Treatment

　　"Tristan, how do you feel?"

　　In the Knights of the Round Table lounge, Gawain and Lancelot surrounded Tristan who had been sent down, and kept asking.

　　Tristan covered his head, his mind was chaotic, that kind of inexplicable fear, unknown where it came from, was still a little bit, permeating his heart, gradually polluting and corroding his soul.

　　That feeling is like countless invisible bugs, constantly gnawing at the internal organs and flesh and blood of the whole body.

　　rustling, rustling.

　　The finely broken insects were gnawing on the spirit, little by little, every mouthful, densely packed, every mouthful, countless invisible blood and flesh splashed out, I felt pain and itching all over my body.

　　It was so painful that I kept trying to scratch it with my hands, but I couldn't find the exact location of the itch and pain, and I couldn't remember the exact reason. , can't recall why.

　　"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh..." Tristan let out a low howl like a beast that he had never made before.

　　This uncomfortable feeling, enough to drive him crazy in the next second, even began to erode his knight's heart.

　　For the knights of the round table who received the blessing of the Lion King, once the heart of the knight is corrupted and damaged, it is possible to turn into evil spirits or monsters.

　　"What should I do?" "I'm going to invite the king to come and see!" The knights of the round table discussed anxiously, and decided to temporarily stop the competition and ask the Lion King to save Tristan.

　　At this moment, a faint knock sounded on the door.

　　He didn't care about the guests, but as the footsteps entered the room, several Knights of the Round Table were stunned for a moment.

　　"I'll take a look at this knight." It was Mo Zhe who appeared at the door.

　　Mo Zhe simply said what he meant, and without waiting for the approval of the others, he came to Tristan.

　　Lancelot wanted to stop it, but Gawain stopped him.

　　Mozhe pretended not to see the hostility of the knights and put his hand on Tristan's shoulder.

　　"Fang, how is he?"

　　"Reporting to Your Highness, he should have been subjected to an extremely strong mental attack and soul pollution. It won't take long for him to go crazy, or his personality will change drastically. Based on the magical power contained in his body, he may also undergo a complete reversal and become a dark knight. "

　　Mo Zhemu paused for a while.

　　"Love Song..."

　　Although Shatiao Aige is in front of him, she is a soft girl who is a little bird, but Mo Zhe has actually realized how scary the real Shatiao Aige is!

　　Except for the people she cares about, the life and soul of anyone else, in her eyes, are not much more precious than toys, how much more precious than dust!

　　If it wasn't for her order not to hurt the Knights of the Round Table too much, she might even turn Tristan into a loyal but bloody killing knight on the spot, and bring it to her to ask for credit.

　　Sha Tiao Aige is not a kind-hearted person in essence!

　　Of course, Mo Zhe wasn't worried that Shajo Aige threatened him, and he wouldn't care whether Aige was a good person in essence.

　　Good people are always relative.

　　However, considering that Arturia had given herself face, she couldn't help but make her subordinates look like a ghost.

　　It is not a life-and-death vendetta.

　　Mo Zhe raised his palm, and under the gaze of the rest of the Knights of the Round Table, Emperor Qin's Mianfu shrouded his body in light.

　　"Purification." There was no power to show, only two words were spoken lightly.

　　The Emperor's Mianfu, the twelve chapters of the mysterious bird emit a dazzling brilliance, the power to immunize and dispel all negative mental influences, flowing between Mo Zhe's fingers.

　　Just a little bit, brushing Tristan's forehead.

　　After the blink of an eye, Mo Zhe put down his hand, the Emperor's Mianfu dissipated, and Tristan's complexion, unexpectedly, became much better.

　　"I..." Tristan put down his hand covering his head, feeling that his head had never been so relaxed.

　　"Tristan, how are you!?" Lancelot rushed over immediately and checked up and down.

　　"I feel much better..." Tristan was still a little dazed, but he quickly regained his mental strength as a Knight of the Round Table, and also understood the reason for his improvement.

　　He stood up and bowed to Mo Zhe.

　　Because he has already sworn allegiance to the Lion King, the greatest gift he can give to outsiders is to express his gratitude and respect by clenching his fists and bowing.

　　He saluted Mo Zhe the most he could and said, "Thank you for your kindness and kindness, honorable guest!"

　　The rest of the Knights of the Round Table also knew what was going on, and they all saluted to express their gratitude.

　　Although it was Mo Zhe's men who defeated Tristan and caused mental pollution to Tristan, the battle itself was provoked by the Knights of the Round Table.

　　In the fighting arena, in a fair and just battle, the sword is not long, even if it is damaged, it is not as good as others, and it is impossible to blame others.

　　As for letting opponents help with treatment, or even accountability, there is no such reason at all!