In any case, traveling and honeymooning in this world was not a boring affair. Was the food not delicious, or were the arcade games not fun? Although there were no 3A masterpieces with such excellent graphics in this era, weren't there other forms of entertainment? Just by exorcising some famous international stars, he had already collected a whole album of autographs.
Anyway, with their strength, they could basically be said to be able to walk sideways in the world as long as they had no intention of destroying it. Not to mention, behind them, there was also a behemoth like the Church. After the ancient faiths of the gods had disappeared, the brilliance of the one true Lord, to some extent, really did shine in all corners of the world. More or less, there were Christian believers all over the world.
Based on this point, no matter where Aslan and the others went, the treatment they received was not bad. During this period, Caren had really begun to advance in the direction of a Holy Knight. Her long white hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head. In her hand, she held a replica of the Holy Spear specially made by Aslan. Even her Shroud, with Aslan's help, had been connected to a set of specially made leather armor. At least from an overall look, it was a bit more retro and fashionable than a certain archer with a slicked-back hairstyle and slightly dark skin, who had sewn his Shroud into a strange-looking outfit.
Retro and fashion, of course, were not in conflict. Just think of modern clothes in the style of blue and white porcelain.
In short, as time passed, this originally petite little loli, as she went down the path of a Holy Knight, never to return, in the year before the Holy Grail War was about to begin, had already grown much taller than her original world line's development.
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Outside an airport, a young girl in black church attire, paired with a red Shroud, holding a silver spear, stood on the roof of a building. Her long white ponytail fluttered in the wind behind her. Her golden eyes reflected the neon prosperity of this city.
On the periphery of this tall building, in a world invisible to ordinary people, a black steed was constantly galloping on the street. On the back of the black steed was a skeleton-like, yet mist-like, non-corporeal demon, laughing arrogantly. It seemed to be looking forward to someone being influenced by it, and thus causing some trouble on this street.
Blood, mournful cries, the regretful sobs of people, or the roars of anger—these were the things that demons loved most. If a major car accident were to be caused here, there would surely be more things for the demons to love, right? Who knows, maybe new demons could even be born from this blood and people's sorrow. This was, after all, the great city of New York. It was not surprising for such a demon to be born.
However, this demon, which was constantly galloping on the road, suddenly stopped the steed under it. It looked up at the top of the tall building. There was something that attracted it. This attraction made it feel that even the joyful game on the road could not compare. And so, the demon quickly pulled the reins in its hand. The black nightmare directly galloped up the wall of the skyscraper towards the roof. At the same time, it left behind a deep resentment. If there were any spider-men cleaning the glass on the outside, they would surely catch a cold and a fever because of this resentment.
Caren, standing on top of the tall building, did not hesitate in the slightest. She opened her arms and fell forward. The red Shroud fluttered continuously behind her. Black leather armor protected the key positions of her shoulders, limbs, and chest. This was leather armor made from the scales that Melusine had shed. Although it was called leather armor, it had a defense that surpassed metal, and even from its luster, it looked metallic. Speaking of which, the first time Aslan had encountered Melusine molting, he couldn't help but be startled. Who would have thought that the seemingly seamless dragon-form skin was actually a flat surface composed of tiny, interlocking dragon scales?
The tip of the replica Holy Spear pointed downwards. Although it was a replica, Aslan had also added many special materials to it. A portion of them were even specially taken from the Church. At the very least, in this spear, there was the hair of Saint George, a fragment of Saint Martha's robe, a splinter from Saint Mary's cross, and Aslan's own tooth.
The demon riding the nightmare seemed not to have expected that the existence that attracted it would actually be such a female warrior. At the same time, this female warrior had actually fallen directly from the top of a tall building. The Holy Spear directly pierced through the black nightmare horse. This nightmare let out a wail, and then turned into black dust and dissipated in the sky.
Then, the Shroud of Magdalene, following Caren's movements, spread downwards, and then firmly wrapped around the body of this demon before her. The restraining effect of the Shroud quickly pinned the demon firmly in place, or to be precise, in mid-air.
Then Caren lifted her foot. The special long boots she wore were in the form of high heels. That sharp high heel flashed with a cold light. As Caren fell downwards, it easily pierced into this demon's head.
Although Aslan couldn't expose his own Faerie Letters, he could more or less add some of the Church's chanting effects, using his forging skills, into the equipment on her body. Just taking out these high-heeled boots, they were already a decent combat weapon. What's more, these boots were also endowed with the ability of "flight." Caren's body was still continuing to fall. It was just that this time, after infusing magical energy into the high-heeled boots, a formation that made her lighter appeared under her feet. Although it was not true flight, it was enough to walk on air.
After all, Caren was a genuine human. With her physical quality, she had no way of achieving the ability to jump several buildings at once without any buffs. Therefore, the assistance of the equipment on her body was of the utmost importance.
Like walking down a flight of stairs step by step, Caren arrived in an empty alley. She then gently tapped the cross on her chest. The equipment on her body, as if being retrieved, was quickly retracted into the cross on her chest.
Then Caren raised her arm and looked at the watch on her arm. "Crap, I need to hurry. Otherwise, I'll miss the plane."
Caren didn't think that the bastard Aslan who had taught her combat skills would be waiting for her. To prevent the plane from being delayed, her bastard teacher might just use a magical suggestion on the ticketing staff and cancel her ticket. After all, according to her bastard teacher's words, they were still on their honeymoon trip.