"Impossible! This is impossible! This is the power of the island! It's a power like that of a god! Why would this power attack me at your command?!!"
Looking at the dark power of the island turning back to attack him, the expression on the old magus's face was quite a sight to behold. He had spent the better part of his life researching to figure out that the island's power was the power of the White Dragon. If it weren't for his family's magic, he wouldn't have been able to condense this island power at all.
Even though this island power had gone through a thousand years and was not as strong as it once was, being merely the dregs of the past, it shouldn't be something that a teenager could control with just words. Unless... the actual age of this young man before him was much greater than it appeared.
The old magus raised his staff, as if forcibly guiding some power, and redirected the island power attacking him back onto the magic wand. Looking at the island power on his wand, which was still incomparably berserk and wanted to attack him, the old magus gritted his teeth. He used all the strength in his body to barely suppress it.
The old magus narrowed his eyes, gasping for breath as he carefully studied the young man before him who didn't look very old. Could it be that the person before him was some old fossil? After all, magic that disguised oneself as a younger version was not unheard of. But soon, the old magus changed his mind.
The old magus's murky, slightly dark-golden eyes suddenly met Aslan's golden eyes, which had turned that color due to the island's power. As a descendant of a magus family that had studied dragons, the old magus would certainly not be mistaken. What did this pair of golden eyes represent?
Although the old magus was already old, he considered his memory to be quite good, and he was also quite meticulous in his work. Otherwise, how could he have discovered the ruins of this White Dragon's city? Therefore, he clearly remembered that this young man's eyes should have been blue before. There was no mistake!
Those were the Golden Eyes that manifested in a person after their dragon's blood had boiled and awakened. Only a pure-blooded dragon or a hybrid of the first two generations of a pure-blooded dragon could possibly awaken these Golden Eyes. And that dragon must be no ordinary being. An existence like a wyvern, even if it were a hybrid, would only produce a nondescript monster. And among wyverns themselves, only a very small number of high-level black dragon kings had golden eyes. Most wyverns could be described with the words "mongrels mixed with pus and blood." At least in Aslan's eyes, this was the case. Ever since his own dragon blood had awakened, when he looked at those wyverns again, they were just that. Rather than chasing after wyverns for their dragon hide and teeth, it would be more powerful to just knock out one of his own teeth, smelt it, and burn off the human blood.
"You're a dragon-blood hybrid!! And a hybrid of a high-ranking dragon at that?! How is that possible? How can there still be high-ranking dragons in this world!! No! With dragon blood of such a high rank, you must be an old fossil who has survived since ancient times!!"
The old magus was extremely excited. For a moment, he didn't know if he should feel fear or excitement when facing this being who looked like a young man. After all, the existence before him must have lived for a long, long time. And from the fact that he could forcibly command the island's power, he was probably no match for him.
But that was a dragon! An existence with high-ranking dragon's blood! Once this being who looked like a young man died, then under the influence of that dense dragon's blood, the corpse would surely turn into the form of a dragon, right? If he could properly study this dragon's corpse, then he would surely become the most powerful magus in his family's history to have mastered Dragon-Mimicry magic! Perhaps it could even allow him to challenge for the rank of Grand, which he had never dared to imagine before.
But all of this had one prerequisite, and that was that this old magus could kill Aslan. Was this possible? What a joke. Even if Aslan stood there and let this old magus continuously swing the weapon in his hand and chop at his neck, this guy might not even be able to break his defense. This old magus's most powerful attack method was to use the island power he had worked so hard to condense. However, this island power could not harm Aslan at all.
Aslan sighed. He then raised his palm. There was no need to continue tangling with this old magus. He would just finish him off directly. On one hand, this was, after all, the eternal resting place of his cheap old dad. On the other hand, he was still a little worried about those magi outside the ruins rushing in because they were worried about him. At that time, not only would those magi be in the way during a fight, but what if this old guy said something that others shouldn't know? Was he supposed to keep everyone here?
The island power before him was not as dense and powerful as it was a thousand years ago. It couldn't be added to the small bottle he carried with him to make his bloodline continue to boil. But this island power could be condensed under Aslan's control. At that time, he could give it to his own dragon, and Melusine could rely on this power to achieve a short-term restoration of her body. Although the total time might not be very long, participating in one Holy Grail War should be no problem.
Aslan aimed his palm at the old magus before him, the center of his palm directly facing the center of the old magus's staff. With a pulling motion of his hand, the island power on the old magus's staff became even more berserk. Finally, like an untethered wild dog, it completely broke free from the control of the old magus's staff. Like a small black dragon, it let out a roar, then twisted its head and bit directly onto the old magus's neck.
The old magus had never expected that the person before him could control the island's power from such a distance. But to be killed by the very island power he had always wanted to control—to some extent, this old magus could be said to have gotten what he deserved.
In fact, even if Aslan hadn't been in this world, this old magus wouldn't have lived much longer. The power of the island was not so easily mastered. This was also the place where the White Dragon had fallen. It could still suppress this island power to some extent. Once he left this place, the island power would immediately erupt, and at that time, this old magus would still have been bitten to death in one go.