The wings of the Supreme Masterpiece slowly opened. Looking at the space gate ahead, it pushed directly into it. Estée Lauder looked at the space gate before her, took a deep breath, and shouted loudly into it, "Have a safe trip! I'll be waiting for our miraculous reunion, Dad!!"
Pfft—!!
Inside the Supreme Masterpiece, Aslan spat out all the tea he had just drunk. Melusine, in her girl form, hugged Aslan, her face full of the expression of someone watching a good show. "Hahahaha!! I didn't expect that you, Aslan, after staying in that world for not too long, would actually gain a daughter."
Melusine's cheeks were a little red from trying to hold back her laughter but failing. At the same time, tears of mirth appeared at the corners of her eyes. The entire dragon was hanging on Aslan's body, continuously slapping her own thigh with her palm. "What is this? Is this a case of being one's own child?"
Aslan wiped the corner of his mouth. Looking at his own dragon who was crying with laughter, he couldn't help but sigh. Then, his lips curled into a slight smile. He grabbed Melusine's wrist and pulled her into his arms.
"What? Are you that concerned about me having a cheap child? If that's the case, how about you, the remnant of the Horizon Dragon, Lord Albion, and me, this half-White Dragon, have a little dragon of our own, okay?"
Aslan's eyes gradually turned golden. He then hooked Melusine's chin with his hand. In any case, having a little dragon with his own Horizon Dragon was no loss for him. What's more, this little dragon wasn't something that could be born just by wanting it. Although Aslan's bloodline was gradually awakening, and there was no isolation problem between the two of them, it was precisely because his bloodline was continuously awakening and its concentration was continuously increasing that another problem arose. Whether it was the remnant of Albion or the son of the White Dragon of Britain, both were at the pinnacle among dragon-kind. For them, with such a powerful bloodline, it was very difficult to have an offspring.
Speaking of which, how did that bunch of machine gods have offspring so easily! You don't see that bastard Zeus? He basically hit the mark with every shot! One after another, he gave birth to so many demigod heroes, and with the gods, he also gave birth to so many ordinary Greek gods. If he had known earlier, before leaving that world, he should have had the Supreme Masterpiece retrieve the relevant information so he could study it himself.
Melusine's tail wrapped around Aslan's leg. Her own golden eyes and Aslan's golden eyes met. She had been in the form of a toy dragon for so long, and now she had finally returned to normal. What's more, to have a child with Aslan—Melusine had indeed had such a fantasy. As the remnant born from Albion's body, her white wings had already disappeared, turning into black, steel-like dragon wings. But Aslan's body flowed with the blood of the White Dragon. In that case, the child of her and Aslan having a pair of pristine white wings, or black and white, should also be nice.
She remembered the iron-eating beast, the legendary mount of Chiyou, in the distant eastern region of the Inner Sea of the Planet. It looked quite cute, black and white, soft and cuddly. It was really hard to imagine that it was a fierce beast. Of course, it would be best if it didn't have a ring of dark circles around its eyes forever like that iron-eating beast. That ring of dark circles was cute on a panda, but on a dragon, it would be strange.
The intelligence of the Supreme Masterpiece, after detecting that the heartbeats of the two dragons were beginning to accelerate and their body temperatures were beginning to rise, silently turned off its observation of the cockpit's interior. It carefully observed the characteristics of this space-folding travel tunnel. A large number of shadows passed through their bodies. At this moment, the Supreme Masterpiece was traveling in a completely different dimension. Crossing this corridor of light was like touring the history of this world's development. Of course, from time to time, one or two extremely unnatural scenes would pop up. Clearly, they were strange worlds that had taken another path of development. Perhaps in these branches, Mr. Babbage had realized his ideal. In that world, he was finally no longer a shadow imprinted on the Throne of Heroes because of a failed ideal.
This time, the world jump was, of course, not a random one. Aslan had, after all, done a certain amount of research on the entire instrument. At the very least, before opening the space gate and locking the time coordinates, he had input the two words "Holy Grail," and at the same time, input all the characteristics of the Holy Grail he knew. This way, at the very least, the world he arrived at later would surely have the existence of a Holy Grail. As long as there was a Holy Grail, returning to his original world would be a piece of cake.
As long as those few Grands didn't appear in the Holy Grail War, he really wasn't very afraid. After a period of travel in the space tunnel, just as the special protective cover on the outer layer of the Supreme Masterpiece was about to be exhausted, they finally arrived at the target time point. Then, the special instrument in the palm of the Supreme Masterpiece's hand was slowly extended forward. The seemingly seamless space-time tunnel thus opened a gate of light.
The crimson wings of the Supreme Masterpiece spread open. The propulsion force rapidly ejected outwards, and then this crimson artificial god disappeared into the space-time tunnel.
The seven-colored, glazed light and shadow disappeared, replaced by bright sunlight. Recalling the Supreme Masterpiece, Aslan looked at the sky where he was and fell directly towards the ground. He had long since guessed that crossing space might result in appearing in mid-air. Aslan was long since prepared, so he wasn't panicking at all.
He calmly took out a landing device from his own pocket. Aslan slowly landed on the ground. With the sunlight in the sky, Aslan spread his arms and smelled the air. Very good. It was indeed the smell of the modern era. The faint smell of gasoline and gunpowder in this air was not something the distant ancient times could compare to. Especially since he had just returned from a world where humanity had not yet developed much. The contrast in the smell of the air was even more obvious.
Looking around, there were obvious marks of gunpowder exploding on the ground. The surroundings were also full of broken walls and ruins. Very good. It was the smell of what the good ol' USA had been up to. In that case, this was probably the Middle East.
Aslan, who had descended from the sky, naturally attracted the attention of the local stationed soldiers and other mercenaries. In particular, a portion of the mercenaries, after arriving here, directly pointed at Aslan. Usually, what fell from the sky should be supplies. Now that they had arrived here and didn't see any supplies, only Aslan alone, they would naturally subconsciously think that Aslan had hidden the supplies.
This was so f*cked.