With the development of various manga and anime, Aslan would occasionally have a bit of a chuunibyou spirit. Long ago, Aslan had wanted to forge equipment that could be combined together yet remain relatively independent. For example, wouldn't it be great to have equipment that could use power individually but could also be assembled together to serve as a special staff?
It was just that in this era, it was ultimately not so easy to find suitable materials. Aslan considered himself a famous person more or less; if he wanted to forge a decent weapon, how could he just find some random materials to fudge it?
He had to have some craftsman's spirit more or less. He didn't care about those things pinched out casually that he wouldn't even acknowledge himself. But occasionally, when he was in the mood and wanted to forge a weapon seriously, he had to complete it well. After all, these would be crowned with Aslan's name; if he didn't do it well, wouldn't he be smashing his own brand?
Moreover, the guy before him was more or less famous. In that case, he should also give him a certain amount of respect. Just like no matter how much he hated Merlin, in the end, he would still forge Merlin's skull into a new weapon. Furthermore, the forging had to be magnificent and fit Merlin's persona. Even if Merlin was scum, this was respect for Merlin.
After all, Merlin could be shameless, but he couldn't be.
However, thinking about how he would have to keep the weapon forged from Merlin's skull in his Mystic Code forever in the future made him a bit unhappy. As for why Aslan could be sure Merlin would die before him, the reason was naturally that they were both long-lived species. Logically speaking, they could live on the Reverse Side of the World until this world was destroyed. However...
Wouldn't that guy Merlin, who didn't understand the human heart and liked to stir up trouble, be more easily beaten up by someone? In that case, Merlin would eventually be killed by someone he provoked. At that time, I'm afraid there wouldn't even be anyone to collect his corpse. Aside from himself, I'm afraid others who saw the corpse of this magus would not only not feel sad but would smile and spit on it a few times.
Of course, he wouldn't feel sad either, because this bastard would achieve "rebirth" in his hands.
The Demon God shook his head gently. The bizarre hair composed of seventy-two Demon God Pillars swayed along with his shaking. If these Demon God Pillars composing the hair weren't thin enough, it would really be hard to imagine how this grotesque form could maintain its head without tilting to the side and snapping its own neck.
However, this appearance was indeed somewhat funny.
At the same time, Caren launched a drone once again. This time, because the mountain body was destroyed, she could naturally try to livestream the situation happening inside the mountain to everyone. As for whether they could accept it, what happened next was no longer within Caren's scope of consideration. No matter what, she had to earn enough money through the livestream this time.
At least she had to guarantee the rest of her life.
"It seems we both feel we can obtain the final victory. Then there is no need for more words; let the battle between us begin. Everything will have its answer. I will prove that humans count for nothing; the current humanity deserves to be destroyed!!"
Listening to the boastful words of the Demon God before him, Aslan curled his lips and put away the divine lance in his hand. What appeared subsequently were dual swords. Golden magical energy and red magical energy erupted outward constantly. At the same time, the dragon blood in his body began to boil constantly. A pair of wings opened rapidly behind Aslan, whipping up a storm.
At the same time, Aslan raised his hand. A beam of light from the golden Holy Sword shot directly into the sky. Those golden, dragon-like eyes locked onto the Demon God Pillars before him, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up. "Very well, let's see the truth under our hands. Before that, let me send you a gift to formally start the war! Do it—!"
High in the sky, Melusine slowly opened her arms and gradually transformed into the form of a dragon. Subsequently, magical energy began to gather inside her body. Clearly, as always, she would use the pulsation of her dragon heart to bombard the ground with a massive amount of magical energy. The magical energy brought up by the powerful dragon heart was enough to destroy most existences on the ground.
It was just that while breeding her magical energy this time, Melusine couldn't help but frown. She felt something was a bit strange. Her originally very smooth magical energy seemed to be absorbed a little by something. It was right inside her stomach. How is that possible? I don't have the habit of swallowing things raw? How could those raw things be as delicious as cooked things? Even when I was in the Far East, I only ate sashimi once or twice!!
The magical energy attack that could have been fired immediately had to be delayed for a while under such circumstances. Almost one-fourth of the magical energy was sucked away by the inexplicable thing. After this battle, Melusine decided she must have a good check-up! It shouldn't be possible for parasites to grow in a dragon's stomach, right? Something like that shouldn't be able to survive in my magical energy?
If there really is a parasite that can survive in my stomach, that would be incredible. This is something that can survive in the body of the Dragon of the Horizon. Marisbury must be very interested. Whether for research or exhibition, that guy can earn a large sum of money from this.
"Appear from the rotting corpse. Breath of flame, wings of iron. In the twilight sky, like a newborn infant! [Hollow Heartbeat]!"
Melusine's chest opened, and the powerful dragon pulsation erupted toward the ground. The golden magical energy pierced through the sky, connecting heaven and earth. One could faintly see this powerful magical energy forming the shape of a long lance.
This attack falling from the sky again, along with the dragon's pressure faintly contained within the attack, caused many surrounding magi to kneel involuntarily. Even among those maintaining the barrier, many newcomers lay directly on the ground, provoking loud laughter from some people. Those who had participated in the last Holy Grail War were mentally prepared long ago. After all, that blacksmith would definitely bring that dragon along.
In the last Holy Grail War, they had seen what kind of power that beauty erupted with. There was no reason for that Ms. Dragon's power to have decreased after just these short ten years.
At the same time, the Demon God also raised his head. Watching this falling magical energy, he couldn't help but frown. This magical energy belonged to a Dragon; he could naturally sense it. It was precisely because of this that their mood wasn't very good. Sure enough, it was impossible for this one before us to descend alone? That makes sense; after all, this guy before us is still alive.