The world inherently has two sides, black and white. How could it possibly become more beautiful just by removing the filth? To some extent, wouldn't that just be another kind of prison? A world so beautiful it is terrifying... Presumably, many dystopian works have already presented what kind of future such a world would be many times. Aslan sighed.
A world so beautiful it is terrifying... in the end, besides heading toward destruction, it will only usher in revolution.
Just as art cannot exist with only one color or one color scheme, it can only become more beautiful with the embellishment of other colors. The world is inherently complex; it is not of one color, nor is it simply black or white. The Demon Gods before him were simply calculating like electronic machines. The result obtained was truly too simple. Of course, perhaps using electronic calculation is somewhat of an insult to modern advanced computers.
Perhaps in the eyes of some electronic computers, the world is also rich and colorful.
However, before Aslan could continue his attack, the nerves at his temple suddenly twitched. An intuition in his heart told him that something bad, which he had a premonition about, seemed to be happening. But what exactly was it?
Soon, the sound of wind breaking came from the sky. Something shining like a sphere fell from the sky. Upon hearing the sound, Aslan immediately raised his head. Subsequently, he prepared to reach out his hands and jump up to catch the falling object directly. However, the Demon God's speed was not slow either. A large number of Demon God Pillars moved like vines; some grabbed toward the air, and some grabbed toward Aslan.
Even the Demon God had a premonition that the thing in the air must be extremely important. As a magic formula, the Demon God actually felt the Dragon Power filling that falling light more keenly than Aslan.
Right now, the only ones related to Dragons were the British family before him. So no matter what, this should be something related to one of the British family members here. This was simply leverage delivered right to his door.
At the same time, in the distant sky, Melusine in her dragon form appeared extremely exhausted. Behind her was the Supreme Masterpiece Justice supporting her. Melusine's eyes also carried anxiety and surprise. However, the current Melusine was like someone who had been drained of all magical energy; her weak body was fundamentally unsuited for spreading wings to fly.
Even during this time, this gigantic dragon form was shrinking rapidly. The magical energy in her body was nearly drained dry. At this moment, the Supreme Masterpiece didn't dare let this dragon return to the ground just like that, because right now was this dragon's weakest period. As the former White Dragon, he still understood some knowledge.
It was precisely because of this that the Supreme Masterpiece Justice felt a headache and distress at this moment. Blame him for leaving a bit too early, and then turning into this current appearance, making it hard to tell his cheap son some things. And this was indeed somewhat sudden. After all, the current him was just a part of a Noble Phantasm; without special circumstances, he wouldn't usually be summoned. He wasn't clear about the situation between his cheap son and his wife.
Thinking about it now, there really was a tiny bit of regret. How do they say it nowadays? Perhaps it can be described as his son lacking "Dragon Physiology Education Class."
It's all because he left too early! And also blame himself for pretending to be a machine too well in order not to be disliked by his son. He should have tried to find some coincidental information indirectly and send it to his son; that would have been a normal thing, right? What just fell from space was his family's third generation!
Although a dragon's eggshell is very hard, falling from such a height... even with a large amount of magical energy as protection, it's hard to say!!
He waited 1500 years; what he was waiting for was this day. Logically speaking, no matter how high-level the Dragon Race is, with no movement for 1500 years, he had somewhat suspected whether his cheap son's body had some problems. However, according to his checks on his child using this mechanical body now, although his son's body was gradually reverting from half-dragon to Dragon Race atavism, he was definitely top-notch and excellent even within the Dragon Race.
Since there were no problems with the bodies of his son and daughter-in-law, yet it took such a long time to conceive the third generation of the family, this meant that this child's talent was absolutely extremely high. It was just that with his daughter-in-law in such a condition now, he couldn't go look for this third generation easily. After all, presumably in his child's eyes, the wife's status seemed to be not low.
This point was not like him at all. For a male dragon like him who aspired to rule Britain with darkness, how could he take a human woman to heart? Oh, he wouldn't take a female dragon to heart either; women and female dragons would only affect his speed in destroying Britain.
Not to mention he didn't have that talent of his cheap son. To be able to find a girlfriend whose status level and bloodline level were not lower than his... Tsk, dragons comparing to dragons really infuriates dragons. But after passing through such long years, only his son remained in his heart. Being better and stronger than himself was enough.
Just a moment ago, right at the instant Melusine was preparing to end her Dragon's Pulse attack and close her chest, the magical energy in her body rushed rapidly toward the opening abdominal cavity. It was simply like a water pump suddenly turned on; all the magical energy was nearly absorbed completely. Melusine felt that the thing absorbing magical energy inside her belly fell out before her abdominal cavity completely closed.
Although she didn't have much strength, she still more or less caught exactly what fell out of her body. It was a dragon egg with blue-white and silver-white light flowing constantly. And looking at it, it wasn't exactly small. Perhaps because she had always stayed by Aslan's side in human form, this egg had also been constantly suppressing its own magical energy.
Now, after being suppressed for so long, it finally felt its mother turning back to her original form. This meant it could absorb magical energy wantonly. After all, it was just an egg; how would it know that right now was a time of battle? Moreover, if it continued to be suppressed, it would be difficult to grow further, and its potential would be greatly damaged. This was also a choice made by the egg's instinct to become stronger.
From this point of view, Melusine understood, and Vortigern understood too. But they still wanted to complain: Why choose this specific moment!!
To some extent, for this child to face the Seventy-Two Demon Gods right after coming out of its mother's body could be considered rare capital for showing off in front of little friends in the future.