Aslan looked at his own body. He could clearly see the signs of dragonification after his Reversal, which were much more severe than when he had only used the island's power. It wasn't that this was bad; it was just that the destructive desire belonging to the White Dragon was constantly rising in Aslan's heart. If, one day, Aslan were to achieve complete dragonification, it might be very difficult to restrain the thought of wanting to destroy Britain.
Fortunately, only half of his body had the blood of the White Dragon. It was also a good thing that the other half of his body did not have the bloodline of the Red Dragon. Otherwise, that sense of contradiction might have torn Aslan's consciousness apart. After all, that kind of opposition, which was like a split personality, seemed to have very few outcomes besides making one go mad.
However, Aslan also had to thank the White Dragon's blood he possessed. If it weren't for the White Dragon Vortigern single-mindedly wanting to destroy Great Britain, which to some extent also represented destruction and evil, it was precisely for this reason that Aslan's dragonification and Reversed state could absorb a portion of the magical energy of All the World's Evils.
If it were anyone else absorbing this power, even a Heroic Spirit in a Reversed state would probably become a puppet of All the World's Evils. Aslan shook the black mud from his arm. After all, he could only absorb a portion of the evil magic of the world and could not completely digest it. Therefore, his body was still stained with some of this disgusting stuff. What's more, if he really ate all the negative emotions, then he wouldn't be a dragon, but a demon from hell. It seemed only the demons in hell would need to absorb the world's negative emotions as a necessity for life. He was not the same as those disgusting things.
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Above the clouds, the Supreme Masterpiece, acting as an orbital cannon platform, was, through its own calculations, constantly locking onto the black mud puppets that were being born inside the mountain. It could even scan to see which of the three Heroic Spirits they were about to evolve into. And based on the magical energy absorbed by its core, the heart of a god, the Supreme Masterpiece could still lock onto targets from the sky and operate for several hundred years.
And so, a large number of un-hatched black mud puppets were directly pierced by magical energy, dying in the womb.
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Aslan gently grasped the shaft of the Holy Spear. It seemed that because he had absorbed a portion of the Holy Grail's magical energy, the Holy Spear in his hand was not getting along with him as harmoniously as he had imagined. Therefore, Aslan just shook his head, put away the Holy Spear in his hand, and then summoned his own holy sword.
Due to the power of the Reversal, this holy sword, which was embedded with Aslan's blood, also turned a purple-black. Although it looked as if it had fallen, it was still filled with an unignorable, magnificent authority.
"Melusine, don't get caught by these black things."
The white-haired girl flying in the sky easily dodged the black chains. At the same time, the special weapon in her hand, made by Aslan, containing a large amount of magical energy, was fired outwards. That weapon, which looked like the ancient weapon, the long spear, was like the modern firearm, the laser cannon. Melusine, who had been by Aslan's side, was of course not the same as the one in the Fae Kingdom. As early as 1500 years ago, Aslan had begun to ponder the use of firearms. Now, 1500 years later, how could he not have made any progress? If it weren't for the fact that the Noble Phantasms in his hands were of a very high rank, and that the current Aslan had no way to carry out a secondary modification on them, the weapons in Aslan's hands right now would definitely have the ability to transform.
So, when he had the ability, Aslan would, of course, upgrade the weapons on Melusine. Otherwise, given how much Melusine loved to modify herself, if there hadn't been any changes to her body in these 1500 years, she would surely have thrown a tantrum.
Magical energy shot out like a laser. At the same time, the sharp spearhead easily cut the puppet that was sneak-attacking her in two. Melusine spread her wings and stood in the sky, her chin slightly raised, a slightly smug expression on her face. "If this stuff could touch me, that would be an insult to my speed!"
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Perhaps it was because of Aslan's sudden appearance, but the high-spirited expression on the priest's face on the high platform gradually fell silent. As a participant in the Holy Grail War, and with his old father being the supervisor of the Holy Grail War, Kirei naturally had a lot of data on Heroic Spirits. He also had a deeper understanding of Heroic Spirits compared to others.
Just from the holy sword and holy spear in Aslan's hands, they were already top-tier Noble Phantasms. What's more, that holy spear and the holy spear in Balin's hand were clearly the same one, just with a special banner added. And that holy sword clearly had an extremely similar aura to the holy sword in King Arthur's hand. Even if it wasn't a sister sword, it wasn't far off.
Just by adding two such Noble Phantasms, for the current battle situation, it meant that the balance of the scales had not tilted as much as before. Not to mention the very sci-fi-looking mecha that had appeared before. And now that mecha was still in the sky, continuously raining down attacks. If it weren't for the fact that his position was deeper inside, he would probably have been headshot by the attack from the sky by now.
At the thought of this, the young priest retreated a few more steps into the interior of the gestating All the World's Evils. He hadn't lived enough yet. He wanted to properly watch this All the World's Evils hatch and descend. But the trouble was, the newly appeared Heroic Spirit, Aslan, and the white-haired dragon girl who was following him.
As expected, this is the legendary Aslan, that legendary blacksmith. Where this blacksmith is, how could that Horizon Dragon not be with him? Before, when he saw the split spirit of the Heroic Spirit who was summoned as a Knight of the Sword, Kirei had felt a bit strange. But now, it was no longer strange at all. The Heroic Spirit who was summoned before was probably just the swordsman side of this legendary blacksmith. Not only was his physical body not at its peak state, but he hadn't even brought all his weapons and equipment. You must know, what this blacksmith was truly famous for in the legends was that he had forged a man-made god after the gods had already faded.
And that man-made god should be the existence that was currently attacking the ground from the distant sky.
Kirei's narrowed eyes continuously scanned the two who had just come out, as if thinking about how to get rid of these two existences who were enough to reverse the current situation. But from the power that these two had erupted with, wanting to erase them was not a simple matter. Especially that legendary blacksmith who had suddenly appeared. Was this guy really a blacksmith? To think that even the influence of All the World's Evils was not that great on him, and that he could even draw magical energy from it.