If this Holy Sword in the hands of King Arthur once represented the victory of orthodox kingship, and the Holy Sword currently in Artoria's hands represents destined victory, then this Holy Sword—which was once broken, reforged, and endowed with new existential meaning by Aslan—represents victory through unyielding advancement!
Therefore, this Holy Sword will only fight by moving forward. It will never retreat to defend. With its sharpness fully revealed, it opens a path forward, leading its wielder to victory.
Move forward, do not stop. This was also Aslan's admonition to himself. So, even though Aslan's personality had tended toward comfort over the span of 1,500 years, he continued to progress without stopping for a moment. It was just that compared to his former large strides, his current pace was much slower. The current Aslan, relying on his strength, was qualified to turn his former rapid march into a leisurely wander through the floating world.
However, with a human heart and human nature existing within, one absolutely could not stop their footsteps.
The golden light pressed forward indomitably, like a morning star constantly advancing and twinkling in the darkness. Although it couldn't pierce through stars with a single strike, at this moment, it could pierce through the body of the Demon God before him. Although he didn't know where this Demon God had hidden that heart, he couldn't just refrain from attacking because of ignorance.
In short, he would first thoroughly destroy the eye on this guy's chest, as well as his entire chest. More or less, it should cause some damage and impact to the guy before him.
Accompanying the speed brought up by the flapping wings, the golden Holy Sword touched the defense composed of magical energy. Even without using his hands for magical defense, the Demon God would absolutely not expose his body directly. After all, for the sake of their long-cherished wish, they would also fight with all their might. In this regard, whether it was the Demon God, the Heroic Spirits present, or the living existences, they all shared the same mindset.
Aslan widened his golden eyes slightly. The power belonging to the British Isle began to permeate the golden Holy Sword in his hand. Indomitable, he meant what he said!!
"Break it open for me——! [Sword of Glorious Victory]!!"
The golden magical energy and the dark red magical energy barrier collided and consumed each other. The golden magical energy scattering from the Holy Sword was like fireflies. However, this was no beautiful scenery. The two colliding here would absolutely not pay attention to this seemingly beautiful scene. This was a life-and-death struggle; it would absolutely not become peaceful in the slightest just because the scene was beautiful!
The Sword of Glorious Victory, the golden light on its body became increasingly dazzling. As early as 1,500 years ago, it had already bowed to Aslan's charm. Moreover, after experiencing some twists and turns, it finally displayed its radiance in Aslan's hands. At the same time, as the first weapon in Aslan's hands that could be considered famous, the Holy Sword had a spirit; it would absolutely not fail Aslan's expectations!
Under the waxing and waning of magical energy, the golden Holy Sword finally showed signs of breaking through the Demon God's defense before him. The sound of cracking glass appeared on the dark red magical defense, and fine cracks appeared on it as well. At the same time, the speed at which those fine cracks spread became faster and faster, soon turning into the shape of a spiderweb.
The Demon God frowned. To be honest, it was already difficult for him to feel shocked in his heart. These humans exceeded their calculations time and time again, bringing them accidents time and time again. This process, happening more than once or twice, had already made him somewhat numb.
Let it be. Whatever happens, happens. As long as I don't die, it's not a problem.
If he had to be shocked every time, his heart would probably be affected. Wait! They didn't seem to have a heart, only the host's heart acting barely as an anchor, allowing them to exist on this planet. But if the host's heart exploded, wouldn't that be even more dangerous?
In the next moment, the dark red defense shattered completely. The golden Holy Sword pierced the Demon God's chest, destroying the eye on the Demon God's chest. At the same time, the golden magical energy erupted toward the surroundings like rotating blades, directly causing a huge hole to appear in the chest of the Demon God before him. The Demon God's flesh and blood scattered in all directions, then turned into magical energy and vanished.
After losing his skin, apart from the heart acting as an anchor, this body of the Demon God had no physical flesh left. They were originally a collection of magic formulas. After being shattered, they would naturally vanish without a trace like magecraft.
However, although his body was pierced, the Great Demon God still steadily caught the attacks of the Demonic Sword and the fall from the sky. It didn't matter if his chest was torn open; he absolutely could not let these attacks break open his body and destroy the heart he had hidden. Because they were composed of magic formulas, they could let that heart exist arbitrarily in any part of the body.
But if the entire body was included in the attack range, then it was useless no matter where the heart was hidden. That attack falling from the sky possessed the power sufficient to tear apart his current body. Once the body was destroyed and the heart exposed, he could really only stay inside that man's body in the universe forever.
Although the 72 Demon God Pillars could still chat at that time, and it wouldn't count as lonely, their data would have no way to be achieved. Who knew if it would take thousands or even tens of thousands of years to encounter another opportunity to realize their long-cherished wish? At that time, could they still incinerate the Human Order? Moreover, with just the 72 of them drifting in the universe for tens of thousands of years, would they really not go crazy?
After blocking the Dragon's Pulse falling from the sky, the Demon God retreated rapidly for a distance. His hands hung down slowly. The magic formulas on his chest were recovering rapidly. In a moment, it returned to its original appearance. The eye on his chest even blinked twice and moved around, as if he had never been injured.
"I am surprised. I am unexpected. Is this the power you humans possess? Sure enough, you have created miracles. But this will not affect our persistence in our attitude. You humans have no way to escape the tragic cycle of this world. You humans living in this world will only create too much sorrow and chaos. War never stops; tears and blood never cease."
The Demon God straightened his body slowly. His tone became more resolute. Rather, the light displayed by humanity confirmed his thoughts even more. "I will create a world without death and injury. Combined with the possibilities and shining light of you humans, it will definitely make this world even more beautiful, right?"