"Regrettable. Truly regrettable. I originally thought you would acknowledge us. I originally thought you would understand us. I did not expect that even you would choose to stand on the opposite side of us. How heartbreaking. How saddening..."
Flauros gently closed his eyes. Then he shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, they had turned into seven colors. At the same time, those eerie red eyes firmly locked onto the witch before him. Since the existence before him was unwilling to cooperate with them, he had no choice but to bring everything to a full stop.
"Clearly, in the new world, you were qualified to become the Queen of Gods, watching over a beautiful future together in an undying world."
After a large number of Demon God Pillars twisted around once, they smashed down ruthlessly in the direction of the witch. Carrying powerful magical energy, this falling attack looked just like ancient divine punishment.
The staff in Morgan's hand waved to the side. It whipped up raging flames once again. At the same time, behind the flames, there was faintly compressed wild wind. These winds, compressed to the extreme, could sever everything like blades at any moment.
After the flames and the Demon God Pillars collided, in the next moment, a wound was opened directly on the Demon God Pillar by the wind blade. Unfortunately, the Demon God Pillar had no blood. What permeated outward from the wound was only magical energy that looked extremely ominous.
Behind the witch, a Demon God Pillar quietly emerged. Its tip, resembling a spearhead, was rotating rapidly like a drill capable of piercing through everything. Speaking of which, the Demon God Pillar was truly a strange existence. It could be as soft as flesh, or as hard and sharp as steel.
Now, the tip of that Demon God Pillar was reflecting light like metal.
Because the Demon God Pillars at the front had all opened their eyes, a massive amount of magical energy rays condensed at these eyes and then fired outwards. The Witch of Britain needed to hold up defenses while preparing to counterattack. The magical energy within the entire illusion area began to appear extremely chaotic.
Basically, the entire area was mixed with various magical energies of the Demon God Pillars. Even this Witch of Britain could not sense a lurking Demon God Pillar with such sensitivity at the first moment.
But of course, even if she took a fatal hit, this witch had ways to escape from here and then heal her body. A foundation of 1,500 years was not something that could disappear just like that. Even if she was destined to die, she could ascend to the Throne of Heroes afterward. Before leaving, the Command Spells on her hand could definitely be given to the person they should be entrusted to, but that would count as losing a powerful aid.
However, just as this Demon God Pillar prepared to thrust out from behind the witch to pierce her, a white light fell from the sky. Then, a long lance directly pierced through this Demon God Pillar. At the same time, that powerful force caused the ground to cave in. The entire illusion space flickered as if it were about to shatter.
An existence with a pair of white dragon wings appeared, the magical energy on his body surging constantly. Judging by the total volume, it seemed that even a magus would find it difficult to match.
"Lev... No..... Demon God Pillar Flauros——!!"
Violent magical energy belonging to the Dragon Kind circled constantly on the Holy Lance. His pale blue eyes had long since turned gold. Even the exposed parts of his arms showed traces of dragon scales. Under the stacking of various self-buffs, the one before them was absolutely in his peak state.
Flauros took a half-step back. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the cane in his hand. Looking at the existence before him that had interrupted his attack, his eyes were full of wariness. "Aslan Pendragon! Why have you appeared here?"
That's right. The one who descended from the sky, already possessing the form of a half-dragon, was naturally Aslan. The Holy Lance in his hand swung forward. Violent magical energy directly destroyed many surging Demon God Pillars. However, if these 72 pillars within this body could not be destroyed simultaneously, this guy could basically be called undying, even without that man's body.
The only thing worth rejoicing over now was that without that man's body, this bunch of guys before him could collectively only be called Embryos of the Beast. No matter how much they grew, they were just flesh. There was no need to be so panicked. Moreover, this guy at this moment had no way to use that man's abilities. It wasn't hard to kill him.
Aslan looked at the Demon God before him and stood up. He put away the Holy Lance in his hand, then drew the Golden Holy Sword from his waist. At the same time, he summoned the red demonic sword gifted to him by Lucius. "Why am I here? To some extent, haven't you been inviting me all along? You'd best obediently return my child, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless with you."
Tsk! Flauros made a sound of great displeasure in his heart, but he did not express this unhappiness on his face. He hadn't expected that the choice made by their 72 brains would actually be wrong. When they were preparing to kidnap that girl, the 72 consciousnesses had already begun discussing what the result of doing so would be.
There were nothing more than two outcomes. The man before them would hesitate to take action for fear of hurting the hostage, and after a magic contract with severe restrictive effects was signed under the heavens, they could return the girl to the existence before them.
The other possibility was completely enraging the guy before them. It really was as Barbatos and that bunch said; the man before them was no fool. He naturally knew they didn't dare to kill the girl or cripple her. Otherwise, they would face an extremely terrifying existence.
At least until they had the ability to guarantee they wouldn't die, or had the ability to destroy the terrifying existence before them, they could not do such a thing.
It could be said that their current actions had enraged the opponent without really having any restrictive conditions. However, in the end, that girl was still in their hands. As long as they held onto this card, the one before them shouldn't want to push the entire outcome towards a bad direction too much.
Looking at it this way, the current result wasn't too bad. Of course, it wasn't as good as expected either...
However, right now, they could be considered to have probed the background of the last Master hidden behind the scenes. It was just that if this last Master wasn't that Witch of Britain, that would have been even better. It seemed impossible to eliminate the witch before him right now. And now was more or less not a suitable time to clash with the blacksmith before him.
Flauros was ready to slip away. Before the Great Work was completed, they would not throw their lives away here.