Hero! A true hero!
(I, Indra, am willing to call you, Aslan, the strongest true man in Little Garden.)
Indra's eyes widened in admiration and fear after hearing Aslan's words.
He looked at the two women with the extremely low air pressure and patted Aslan's shoulder with slight sympathy.
(Brother, I salute you as a man!)
The moment those words left his mouth, Aslan felt a slight regret. Now two icy gazes—almost capable of freezing him into an ice block—fell on him.
Being stared at simultaneously by the Halloween Queen and Shiroyasha made Aslan's scalp tingle.
He looked at Indra with pleading eyes.
(Old Indra, you're experienced—there must be a way, right?)
Aslan tightly gripped Indra's hand.
(Take me away! I'll immediately take over as Lord of the Heavenly Army!)
From Aslan's eyes, Indra read that intent. But he glanced at one of the women behind Aslan.
(Let go!)
Indra warned Aslan with his eyes.
What Lord of the Heavenly Army? He was still perfectly fine in this position!
(Abdicate? I'm not dead yet, and you already want to seize the throne?)
Then, under Aslan's nearly desperate gaze, Indra released his hand and left without a shred of compassion.
Indra turned, patting his chest with lingering fear.
"Scary… Good thing I ran fast."
It wasn't that he, Indra, didn't want to help Aslan—it was just that if he did, the next second, the two suns in Aslan's heart might crash down on the Heavenly Army headquarters.
He, a minor god with no power or influence, truly couldn't withstand the pressure from two great Star Spirits.
This suit was very expensive, you know. It'd be bad if it got splattered with blood.
Indra left without a hint of nostalgia, leaving only Aslan—back turned to Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen—staring desperately at Indra's retreating back.
As for Prithvi?
Prithvi had long sensed the wrong atmosphere and left first.
She was a veteran gossip lover and knew how to read the room perfectly. Better not eat melons that weren't meant for her.
Now, in the entire field, only Shiroyasha, the Halloween Queen, and Aslan remained.
Aslan had no more room to escape.
Even Shiroyasha—who thought she'd always maintain a Boss attitude to protect Aslan—now stared at him cynically.
"Two suns in the sky, hehe—you're really something."
Hearing that, Aslan didn't dare move an inch. His heart pounded as he listened to Shiroyasha approaching step by step.
Then a heavy hammer fell, striking Aslan's head.
"Looks like I need to make you realize how to respect your Boss and be a good subordinate god."
Aslan couldn't help inhaling sharply from the pain.
But at the same time, he felt relieved inside. Shiroyasha hadn't hit too hard. A strike like this meant, in Shiroyasha's view, the matter might be settled.
(Boss, truly—I'm moved to tears~)
Next, only the Halloween Queen remained.
Aslan secretly wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, cautiously raising his head to look at the pale-faced Halloween Queen.
Unlike Shiroyasha, the Halloween Queen's personality was the hardest to predict.
As if sensing Aslan's gaze, the corner of the Halloween Queen's mouth curved slightly, and her smile grew much brighter.
She walked before Aslan with slight pity, using her boundary power to help heal Aslan's wounds.
Though there were actually no wounds—not even side effects.
"Really, Shiroyasha—why hit your own subordinate god so hard? Even I can't bear to watch."
"How about this—are you interested in working for me?"
Right then, Shiroyasha couldn't hold back anymore.
The hand the Halloween Queen extended toward Aslan was tightly gripped by Shiroyasha.
"Halloween, what do you mean?"
Shiroyasha's face twitched slightly, staring sharply at the Halloween Queen while protectively blocking in front of Aslan.
"Your knight is dead—stop teasing other people's subordinate gods."
Instantly, Aslan felt the air temperature rise by dozens of degrees. Even the sun in the sky somehow grew much larger.
(Oh oh, this Halloween Queen is truly angry.)
(No, are they really going to fight?)
"What if I say I want to?"
The Halloween Queen chuckled softly. The golden sunlight in the sky intensified several times.
Of course, Shiroyasha wasn't about to lose. Her small body rapidly grew more mature than the Halloween Queen's.
In the sky, a silent, sacred white sun filled the other half, competing with the golden sun.
It could only be said that fortunately, no one else was at Outer Gate 7777 right now. Otherwise, this scene wouldn't be any better than the Ten Suns Patrolling the Sky back then.
Seeing Shiroyasha's familiar posture and dominant expression, the Halloween Queen suddenly felt this was the real Shiroyasha.
As for the previous Shiroyasha—she was just a tamed Yasha by the gods, like that monkey.
"Why? Looking at me with a relieved face?"
Shiroyasha stared suspiciously at the Halloween Queen. She felt this woman's gaze was very uncomfortable.
"And don't think by acting soft, I'll hand Aslan over to you."
"I don't need you to hand him over either."
The Halloween Queen's face returned to her relaxed smile.
"There are two suns in the sky. Wouldn't only one remain if one were knocked down?"
As she spoke, the Halloween Queen's gaze faintly drifted toward Aslan. She wanted to see how much longer Aslan would pretend to be dead.
"You want to fight? Then I'll keep you company to the end."
Shiroyasha said with cold eyes and threatening momentum.
Decide Aslan's ownership through battle? Good idea. She still had some confidence in her combat power.
"As if you could beat me."
The Halloween Queen said with a smile, strong threat in her eyes.
She couldn't defeat the Yahweh summoned by Judas, but couldn't she defeat Shiroyasha?
Either way, the one who definitely wouldn't lose was her!
Both sides stared at each other with threatening momentum.
The surrounding temperature rose higher, the ground faintly showing signs of melting.
The two massive suns in the sky also grew larger, until one Outer Gate sky wasn't enough for two suns.
"Stop fighting, you two!!!"
Aslan leaned on his spear, standing very weakly. But he was currently too frail.
Just standing upright already exhausted all his strength.
His voice to stop them naturally became weaker and more helpless.
But this voice didn't escape Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen's attention. After seeing Aslan's condition—
Almost without hesitation, Shiroyasha instantly appeared beside Aslan, holding him up.
"Hey, Aslan—you're not really hurt, are you?"
"You're right—releasing Two-Digit output with Four-Digit Spirit Status—something would be wrong if nothing happened. I should've realized this earlier."
Shiroyasha said with slight panic and self-blame.
She forgot Aslan was now only Four-Digit. How could he kill a Two-Digit like Judas without paying a price?
Back then, Zeus—just to repel Typhon—divided his Spirit Status among countless heroes and Zeus's sons. Though he received feedback from their merits, he still lay like a corpse until now.
If even Zeus was like that, what about Aslan?
On the other side, the Halloween Queen's heart pounded.
She clutched her chest, feeling her current emotions. For some reason, fear emerged in her heart.
She also wanted to hold Aslan like Shiroyasha, but she feared Aslan would shatter before her like before.
Aslan's current condition was exactly like after releasing the Star Holy Sword outside.
Fragile—as if a gentle breeze would blow him away until he vanished.
Thinking this, the Halloween Queen closed her eyes, as if having made a decision.
The next second, she also appeared beside Aslan, smiling at him.
"Shiroyasha, if you can't heal, don't be so rough. What if his wounds worsen?"
Shiroyasha opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't.
She was right—this woman's boundary truth was extremely versatile. Not just summoning, but with many tricks. Healing wounds was certainly no problem.
In healing, perhaps only Nuwa's Creation could compare.
After a while, however, Aslan's wounds showed no signs of improving—in fact, they faintly trended toward worsening.
Shiroyasha stared suspiciously at the Halloween Queen.
"You said you'd heal? Why is it worse now?"
The Halloween Queen's smile froze. She also didn't understand why her healing had no effect on Aslan at all.
Whether boundary of injured or uninjured, boundary of life and death, boundary of real and fake—none had the slightest effect on Aslan.
There was even a faint rejection emerging.
This rejection was what worsened Aslan's wounds.
"As expected, my way is needed."
Shiroyasha sneered, cutting her finger and squeezing out a drop of golden blood.
She planned to imitate Indra—dividing part of her Spirit Status to Aslan. This way, even if Aslan truly died, he could be resurrected on her Spirit Status.
But in exchange, Aslan would be bound to her forever.
However, Shiroyasha's speed was slightly slow—because the Halloween Queen had already bitten the tip of her tongue and directly kissed Aslan right in front of Shiroyasha.
Aslan and Shiroyasha widened their eyes simultaneously.
"Halloween, what's gotten into you!"
Shiroyasha stood up abruptly, saying angrily.
No—even if she wanted to seize Aslan? No need to go this far.
But the powerful golden Star Spirit aura and boundaries emerging on Aslan's body made her extremely uncomfortable.
"Of course, to make Aslan fully part of my family—before you."
Embracing Aslan, the Halloween Queen said slowly.