Aslan's choice seemed to be a little different. The mechanical creations of the young lady before him seemed to rely more on those small, collaborating sprites to achieve the automation of all her equipment and weapons. This was similar to how Aslan had condensed his old father's dragon spirit, reforged it, and placed it into his Supreme Masterpiece to turn it into a highly intelligent, autonomous mecha.
From this point, one could also see that this young lady probably had a good relationship with these subordinates of the fae, these small sprites. However, if she wanted to continue down this path, then in the future, no matter what, she would also need to ensure the continued survival of these small sprites. She would probably need to use her own magical energy to domesticate them in the future.
But it probably wasn't a big problem. This was the same principle as him raising Melusine over a long period of time. The Estée Lauder of this world had not met a fated dragon, but had instead met so many small sprites who were willing to follow her. This could also be considered her own unique fortunate encounter.
Thinking about it this way, perhaps in some world, Aslan's fortunate encounter, in the process of his travels, could have even been to trick Merlin into his team, and then travel with Merlin forever. Would that count as kidnapping Merlin from King Arthur?
In any case, it was an interesting thought. But if it had led to the failure of King Arthur's mission, then that world would naturally also have possibly come to an end in the future. Come to think of it, wasn't this world the same?
The aura of the gods was so dense, and coupled with what Estée Lauder had said, one could not help but hear that in this world, it seemed the gods still existed. Aslan had naturally also noticed this point, and at the same time, understood that this world was very likely to be directly cut off in the future. After all, for the gods to have been able to live until now was already an error.
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After Estée Lauder had replaced both her massaging hands with machines, she carefully walked to the side. However, Aslan was, after all, not an ordinary human. With half-dragon's blood, he could, of course, easily hear the subtle sounds around him.
And so, before Estée Lauder had walked far, a dagger landed in front of her. This made Estée Lauder give a wry smile.
"I didn't plan on letting you leave. I've just arrived, and I plan on getting some more information from you."
Aslan turned his head and looked at the tearful golden-haired girl, a smile on his face. It was rare to meet someone from whom he could properly inquire about the situation of this world. Since that was the case, how could he possibly let her go so easily? After all, he wasn't some kind of demon, just asking for some information. It shouldn't be a big problem.
And Estée Lauder covered her face with her hands, and finally knelt directly before Aslan. As for face? How much is face worth? Is face more important than life? What's more, as an orphan, she had long since experienced the hardships of the human world. To keep herself alive, there was nothing she couldn't do.
"Big Bro—! What is it about me that you want? Can't I just change it?!"
Even this face, I can discard it when I have to!
Estée Lauder had once seen those who had been captured and become the playthings of the gods. Among them were people who had traveled with her for a long time. It was hard to imagine that a person who had been perfectly fine a year ago would become so decadent a year later, as if their soul had been sucked out, their whole body like a mindless doll. When the gods went out, they would choose pets with more spirit to show their own strength and charm. In other words, the friend Estée Lauder had seen back then was already one of the better-looking ones among the gods' many slaves. One can imagine what the others, whose so-called spirit and appearance were not so good, looked like.
Rather than end up like that, it was better to risk her life now when she couldn't escape. Perhaps she would still have a chance to live, or just die here directly.
Aslan frowned slightly. As if sensing the determination of the girl before him, the smile on Aslan's face became a few shades brighter. If the "him" of this world was a useless coward who was afraid of death, then he himself would have taken care of the "him" of this world, regardless of whether she was a girl or not.
"What? Are you prepared to die here?"
Estée Lauder took out her forging hammer. As magical energy was infused into it, the entire hammer began to grow larger and larger. At the same time, she also put down the box she was carrying on her back. One after another, autonomous combat machine puppets with small sprite cores walked out from the box.
Clearly, Estée Lauder had taken Aslan's previous question as a final call to battle. "If there is no freedom, and I must be a running dog of the gods, then just kill me here!"
With that, Estée Lauder directly commanded those small machine puppets to charge towards the Supreme Masterpiece. At the same time, she threw a large number of storage items at these small puppets. It was currently unknown what was inside these storage items. At the same time, Estée Lauder herself raised her giant hammer and charged towards Aslan. From this scene, it was hard to imagine a little girl holding a giant hammer.
And facing the directly charging Estée Lauder, Aslan sighed in his heart. As expected, she's still too young. In such a situation, to directly choose a mutually destructive path was probably something only a passionate young person would do. If it had been him 1500 years ago, if he had faced such a situation, perhaps he would also have chosen to charge up and fight to the death.
But now, when Aslan encountered an unbeatable strong enemy, he would only think of all kinds of ways to desperately escape. Only by living can one get revenge. As a long-lived species, he had enough time to recover his strength, and at the same time, plan his revenge. Of course, with Aslan's current strength, the possibility of encountering an unbeatable existence was not too great. As long as those few Grands and those few Beasts didn't come out, self-preservation was not a problem.
Looking at Estée Lauder rushing towards him, Aslan took out an ordinarily forged weapon and a shield from his Mystic Code. He couldn't bring himself to directly use his holy spear and holy sword to bully a little girl, although he did kind of want to see the "him" of this world crying after being beaten up.
Ahem.
Aslan raised his shield to meet the smashing great hammer. The first moment the shield came into contact with the great hammer, Aslan already felt a force constantly acting on the shield. Aslan was very familiar with this force. It was Faerie Letters. At the same time, these Faerie Letters were rapidly transforming the structure of the entire shield.