The scorching beam condensed into a single point, ready to pierce the core of the magical signature it had scanned. Although situated in space, everything on the ground was magnified with incomparable precision and presented before the eyes of this Artificial God.
In that world where Machine Gods ran rampant, Aslan had harvested the remnants of many gods. The eyes of the Supreme Masterpiece were now the renovated and modified eyes of the Twin Gods of Sun and Moon. Moreover, since the original Machine God body was somewhat dilapidated, Aslan had reforged it using a vast amount of materials, making it absolutely newer than a newly born Machine God.
He had even added a great deal of his own philosophy into it. To create an Artificial God, Aslan naturally relied on more than just the bodies left behind by former gods. If it were merely piecing together the wreckage left by those gods, that would be nothing more than playing with a jigsaw puzzle.
Aslan had already completed the design and production of the Supreme Masterpiece before utilizing this wreckage. Everything done after that was to make the Artificial God closer to a true, genuine God. Furthermore, piecing together gods with different focuses was not an easy task.
However, this attack by the Supreme Masterpiece did not successfully eliminate the enemy. Beneath those ruins, a burst of magical energy with an attack power similar to the scorching beam erupted. The two magical energies collided in mid-air, dissolving each other and bringing another wave of shock, but correspondingly, it thoroughly neutralized the assault from the sky.
Subsequently, the magical energy scanned by the Supreme Masterpiece began to rise rapidly. The originally small humanoid existence began to expand and elongate toward the surroundings. Perhaps it was more obvious from the ground: the ruins began to bulge slightly, and then a gigantic arm grew out from within. There were giant eyes on both the palm and the back of the hand.
At the same time, an existence resembling tree branches appeared in everyone's line of sight. Following that was a cheek that had some human appearance but was completely different from a human face. The existence resembling tree branches was fixed on this monster's head. Next, with hands supporting itself on the ground, its body also began to slowly appear before everyone.
On its chest, a giant blood-red eye was constantly flashing with light. In terms of appearance, it looked like a small-scale Goetia. Of course, there were some differences, perhaps because it was still Flauros who controlled this body now.
On that somewhat grotesque body, there were still remnants of human skin and clothing. This existence looked at its own body, then slapped all those remnants onto the ground. At this moment, the shell that had been wrapping the monster was finally completely torn open under the attacks of the Heroic Spirits.
If the Demon Gods could not be dealt with in a short time, all this would force a return voyage. They could continue to exist here entirely because of the heart belonging to the host vessel still beating within the body. If this heart were destroyed, everything would come to a full stop. However, right now, these Demon Gods would also care more about this heart and protect it with all their might.
"I did not expect you to push us to this extent, actually tearing apart our skin. In that case, you must be ready to face us at full power! We are the Seventy-Two Demon God Pillars, destined to achieve the great deed of Human Order Incineration, destined to become the indescribable magic formula. We shall eventually become one!!"
The muzzle of the cannon in Napoleon's hand dropped to the ground; the aura of magical energy on his body appeared somewhat decadent. Beside him, Artoria and Morgan were also somewhat exhausted due to unleashing their Noble Phantasms several times in succession. But everyone understood that now was not the time to give up the pursuit!
This grotesque existence slowly opened its hands, powerful magical energy brewing in its palms. "Die beneath our mighty power——!!"
The black-red magical energy was fired outward like a cannonball. However, at this moment, neither Artoria nor Morgan moved to block this attack, because they had already sensed a familiar magical energy erupting from behind them. A gleam of silver light erupted outward from the entrance, then collided directly with the black-red light.
If one looked closely, they would discover it was a silver long lance, displaying holy light around it. Clearly, this was a Holy Lance. When this black-red magical energy was split in two directly by the pale-glowing Holy Lance, it subsequently crashed directly onto the underground walls, causing the space inside the mountain to become even more shattered, but it did not cause much damage to the Heroic Spirits.
However, this destroyed underground palace could no longer be treated as something for these Demon Gods to show off. It was just that now, these Demon Gods had no time to be angry or distressed.
Although one Heroic Spirit had exited and another had entered a period of weakness, the one who arrived next would definitely not be easy to deal with. If not for Noah's Ark representing humanity's hope to some extent and carrying all species of the new world, making the Grand Rider difficult to replace, the one before them was a potential candidate.
Although purely in terms of controlling gods, perhaps other Heroic Spirits could do it too. But because he mastered Avalon—and was currently the only existence who could freely use Avalon—in terms of strength, he was definitely an existence no one wanted to face. From this point of view, perhaps this blacksmith before them could run for Grand Shielder?
Of course, it also depends on whether the one managing the Throne of Heroes plans to open those extra Grand seats directly.
The Demon God Pillar lowered its hands. For a moment, the atmosphere at the scene was slightly tense. Silent magical energy was constantly colliding, and the momentum of both sides was constantly crushing against each other. At this moment, silence spoke louder than words. If an ordinary magus were here, they would probably faint directly on the ground at this moment.
"So you have arrived. Did I fail to stop you even after exhausting various methods? It seems the battle between you and me is fated. But I have a premonition that this battle will definitely end with our victory!"
Although Aslan felt a faint uneasiness in his heart, he also had an inner intuition that everything would turn from danger to safety. Aslan did not believe that anyone's intuition could surpass their Pendragon family's.
"That is not necessarily true. Perhaps I might forge you directly into my new weapon! Seventy-Two Demon Gods... you should be suitable for crafting into a special staff."