After the little black dragon ate the power of the Isle of Britain, its originally tiny body began to glow. In this light, it gradually elongated. Long white hair brushed across Aslan's cheek. Her golden eyes held a hint of tenderness. If it weren't for the important matters at hand, Aslan might have been tempted to have his way with the young lady right then and there.
Patting his girl's head, Aslan spread his arms, and his whole body began to fall from the sky towards the ground. In the process, the white-haired girl's body elongated once again. A dragon's tail appeared behind her, and her four limbs took on a special black luster, turning them into a state harder than steel.
Finally, a pair of black wings spread open, and Melusine carried Aslan as she flew rapidly into the mountain of Ryuudou Temple.
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In this battle against All the World's Evils, it was, of course, impossible to rely solely on Aslan and these beings to fight while the others did nothing. Artoria and Balin were naturally doing their utmost to destroy those black puppets.
And Lancelot should be thankful that although he was under Madness Enhancement, perhaps because the original thought of only wanting to be punished by King Arthur was now joined by the wish to see his own sweet daughter, he was now able to barely suppress his desire to directly attack King Arthur. At this moment, Lancelot was constantly strafing with the firearms that Irisviel had prepared. As for a larger-scale battle, that would be a challenge for Lancelot's Master, Kariya. After all, half of Kariya's body was already necrotic. At the same time, he was an existence who had obtained a certain degree of magus ability through forced modification. With his own life already severely reduced, every powerful action by Lancelot would consume Kariya's already-scarce life force.
Whether it was the fact that it was best not to have any casualties at present in the fight against All the World's Evils, or that Kariya himself wanted to win the Holy Grail War to resurrect Sakura, from both these points of view, no one present, including Kariya himself, would let Lancelot engage in a frenzied attack and battle like he did on the first night. Unless Kariya wanted to die, and then send the magical energy and template of another Heroic Spirit to the Greater Grail before him.
Balin swung the holy spear in his hand rapidly, piercing a King of Conquerors puppet that was approaching him straight through. However, the next moment, a black chain appeared from the black mud, firmly latching onto Balin's leg. Balin swung the spear in his hand, preparing to cut this black chain with its tip. However, another chain thrust out from the black mud, entangling the base of the holy spear.
Balin's greatest strength was still the knightly sword. When he was summoned as a Saber, he wouldn't have a Noble Phantasm with such destructive power as the Holy Spear. But by using the weapon he was most skilled with, a situation like being entangled by chains would never have occurred.
"Tch!"
Balin stabbed the holy spear fiercely into the ground. If the holy spear were to be taken away, he was confident that the pitch-black sludge would not be able to do anything to this spear, at least not in a short period of time. He drew the treasured sword from his waist, which could not be released and was merely for show. Balin prepared to cut the chain on his foot.
However, just as Balin's treasured sword swung down, the sound of metal clashing was heard. An Assassin's arm was twisted to the side, and at the same time, the dagger in its hand was sent flying into the air. Balin had never expected that the Assassin, who before making his exit had upheld the principle that killing everyone who saw him was assassination, would, under the control of this black mud, actually perform the actions of a normal assassin.
The black chain from the black mud that was wrapped around Balin's foot began to contract, directly pulling Balin to the ground. In the sky above, a King of Conquerors driving a chariot, upon seeing this scene, quickly swooped down. Although Lancelot had noticed it at the first moment and had provided support with his machine gun, this puppet very decisively used its own chariot as a shield. At the cost of sacrificing the chariot, it drew the sharp blade in its hand and thrust it towards Balin's chest.
CLANG—!!
With a sound like the clash of metal and also like the clash of bones, a forging hammer landed in front of Balin. Then, the forging hammer was quickly retracted, returning to Aslan's hand.
Looking at the King of Conquerors puppet whose head he had directly exploded with one forging hammer, Aslan rubbed his chin. "Looks like the King of Conquerors' head isn't as hard as I imagined. Or is the real King of Conquerors' head even harder?"
Balin swung the sword in his hand, cutting the black chain wrapped around his foot. Looking at Aslan, who was still wearing modern, fashionable clothes, and feeling the magical energy that had a distinctly different aura from the Servant Aslan, he finally came to a realization. "You, Aslan! You actually pretended not to know me!"
Aslan raised a smile at Balin. At this very moment, an Assassin puppet appeared from behind Aslan. Balin's expression changed. However, the next instant, from the distant sky, a beam of magical energy pierced down, piercing the head of the Assassin puppet with incomparable precision.
Aslan's finger hooked lightly at his chest. The holy spear with the banner instantly returned to its original form. With Aslan's upward-flicking attack, the sound of the white holy banner cutting through the wind and the holy light that spread out to the surroundings, healing everyone, a King of Conquerors puppet that was preparing a sneak attack had its chest directly cut open by this spear's attack.
Then, a black chain directly wrapped around Aslan's arm. That black magical energy rapidly spread outwards, as if wanting to drag Aslan into a black abyss.
Aslan looked at the chain on his hand and his lips curled into a smile. Someone's sending me mana. It would be too impolite not to accept. Feeling the negative emotions coming from this magical energy, Aslan pursed his lips, stabbed the holy spear in his hand into the ground, and then took out a small bottle from his spatial storage, lightly taking a sip of the black "Island Happy Water."
The next moment, the magical energy on Aslan's body began to turn from holy to black. He gently unbuttoned his chest, and Aslan let out a long sigh of relief. Then, the black magical energy directly erupted. His light-golden hair gained a matte sheen. The cowlick that was sticking up on his head also vanished without a trace. His sky-blue eyes completely turned golden, and a few white dragon scales appeared on his neck.
Underneath the light-golden hair, a pair of dragon horns slowly extended from his head. Looking at his own nails, which had clearly become a bit sharper, Aslan turned and grabbed a puppet by the neck. With a squeeze of his palm, the sound of bones breaking immediately rang out.
"Honestly. Not even qualified to be my nail clipper."