The half-finished trash that Caren threw out were all things Aslan had casually made when he was bored and his hands were itchy. For Caren, they were also disposable items. If they were thrown away, they were thrown away. Anyway, Aslan had given Caren several hundred boxes of such disposable items. If Caren needed the same things, in Aslan's "trash" storage, there were still several thousand boxes.
Perhaps because of his age before he transmigrated, Aslan still retained the hoarding mentality of the older Chinese generation. Even if some things could be called trash, they could at least still be used. This point alone was enough for Aslan to pile these daggers into his storage box. After all, these were things that had accumulated over a long period of 1500 years. In fact, when he looked back and sorted through these things, even Aslan himself was startled.
After all, Aslan had never expected that he had casually kneaded so many things. That's right. As Aslan's dragon blood gradually awakened, ordinary metal in his hands was really no different from Play-Doh. Therefore, these things that could be called semi-finished trash were actually all casually kneaded by Aslan, without even using a forging hammer.
Since these finished-product-like things could not affect the ghouls before them, then the only option was to release the equipment on her own body!
Caren gently tapped the cross on her chest, then sighed. Her cheap teacher really had some mischievous hobbies. To be honest, she didn't really want to transform in front of everyone. But in the end, this was what Caren herself had requested back then. It was just that now she had grown up, and of course, she would have other thoughts. After all, it was really a bit embarrassing...
But for the glory of the Lord to be able to protect the people of the world! Even if it was a little embarrassing, she had to do it!
Caren took the cross from her chest, then slowly raised it above her head. She held the cross with both hands, then made a heart shape with her hands, and together with the cross, quickly placed it in front of her chest. "Transformation~ Start!"
Special effects like a magical girl's transformation enveloped Caren's body. Caren raised her hands high. Behind her, the virtual image of a cross was constantly flashing. At the same time, her entire silhouette was like a beautiful starry sky. Then, all the equipment slowly emerged from the cross. All the equipment also sparkled with starlight, slowly enveloping Caren's body. With a sound like bubbles bursting, the equipment also appeared on Caren's body. After striking a specific pose, the spear in her hand was pulled to the side. The red Shroud fluttered in the wind. Her high-end shoes were directly stepped on the bench before her, and then her other hand, which was not holding the spear, was placed on her own leg.
She looked a bit like a delinquent big sister. Of course, this was something Caren did on purpose. Otherwise, it would be a bit too much like a magical girl, wouldn't it?
"I will punish you in the name of the Holy Light!!"
A middle-aged man at the side, who was a bit scared and worried because of the ghouls' revival, upon seeing Caren's transformation, had his mouth slightly agape. For a moment, he even forgot to be afraid. He raised both his hands and gently applauded.
Caren, in turn, covered her head with her hand and shook it gently. She knew it. If this kind of transformation was used at an anime convention, it would be fine. But if it was used in this situation, it would always become the focus of everyone's attention. At this time, to prevent herself from being shy, she could only divert her attention!
Caren's hand pushed forward. The Shroud spread towards the Elder Ghoul, and then firmly wrapped around its four arms. Then, the replica of the Holy Spear in her hand thrust forward. This was a serious work of Aslan's. If such a Caren were to become a Heroic Spirit, this spear could at least become a B-rank Noble Phantasm. However, due to quality issues, it could not surpass A-rank. But among the many Heroic Spirits, how many possessed a B-rank Noble Phantasm? Besides those famous great heroes, besides those first-rate Heroic Spirits, having a B-rank Noble Phantasm in hand was already very good. Not to mention, Caren also had the Shroud. As a believer in the Lord, if she truly became a Heroic Spirit, the abilities she possessed would probably not just rely on this equipment.
The silver spear easily pierced through this ghoul's head. With a twist of the spear, those few long tongues were all turned into meat paste. Then, with a flick of the spear, the head of this Elder Ghoul was easily split in two.
It was just that this was not the only awakened Elder-level ghoul. One after another, green arms stretched out from underground. However, perhaps because of the long passage of time, these ghouls were not yet able to completely crawl out from underground.
Caren's arm swung, and the Shroud spread forward along the ground, temporarily blocking all the ghouls that had not yet completely crawled out from underground. It was also because of this action by Caren that a passage to a safe place was finally opened. At the same time, Caren turned to look at the others, and the meaning expressed in her gaze was self-evident.
At the same time, someone finally noticed the idea Caren was expressing. They pulled their companions beside them and ran out along that relatively safe passage. "What are you still standing here for?! Let's go!"
But unlike these people who were constantly fleeing, on a distant street, a black sedan was driving in the opposite direction. The old man in the car was constantly urging his own driver to go faster. He had finally found a catalyst that could summon a Foreigner-class Servant. He absolutely could not let it get away just like that. Because of the special nature of Foreigners, even after decades of research, the old man had only managed to find this one existence that could possibly become a Foreigner. If it weren't for that ancient notebook, the old man would not have been able to be sure that there was a Heroic Spirit with the adaptability of a Foreigner here.
What? You say the old man's second hometown has a certain painter who has the adaptability of a Foreigner? Even if you say so, the old man doesn't know. After all, heretics are closer to those chaotic Outer Gods, aren't they? So the old man's attention was more on the West, on this country where the stories of those Outer Gods were born.
For his own long-cherished wish, for revenge, the magical key was absolutely not allowed to fall into the hands of others!!
At this thought, the old man's cheeks couldn't help but twitch. An insect broke through his skin, but then, as the old man forcibly calmed down, it returned to his body. Although, once he obtained that key, this identity would be useless. But in any case, before he obtained that key, before his own body recovered, the speed of a vehicle was still faster. It would not be good if he scared the driver.