Aslan watched the speck of light falling continuously. The dragon blood within his body began to resonate incessantly. There was a reason for this; it seemed there was a blood relation. He just didn't know why it was falling from the sky. But if it was related to him by blood, could it be Melusine?! Because releasing that Dragon's Pulse required opening her body and releasing powerful magical energy...
It was at that moment that the existence nurtured within her body fell out. From above the clouds, above the atmosphere, it experienced the feeling of flight before it was even born!
In other words, without realizing it, he was about to become an old father?! And at such a critical juncture? So his dragon wasn't feeling physically unwell because of the thin mana in the atmosphere, but because there was an extra dragon life inside her body. If only his eyes had X-ray vision.
But now was not the time to think so much. Although his brain was a bit chaotic, Aslan still understood one thing—he absolutely could not let that falling speck of light fall into the hands of the Demon God before him.
The speed of Aslan's wings became faster and faster. At the same time, he constantly performed high-difficulty evasive maneuvers to dodge the encirclement and interception of the Demon God before him. For the first time, Aslan felt that tentacle monsters were so annoying. He really wanted to tie all of this guy's tentacles into dead knots. No matter how the Demonic Sword and Holy Sword destroyed them, this guy always had tentacles winding toward him.
It was simply more headache-inducing than the chain equipment he made himself!
However, faintly, Aslan seemed to smell a certain scent with his dragon's sense of smell. It was very familiar, making one unable to resist the urge to pull out a forging hammer. This subconscious thought quickly made Aslan realize who had arrived. It had to be said, it was truly surprising that this guy would come here.
He hadn't expected it, and the Demon Gods before him probably hadn't expected it either. Although he had some strange thoughts in his heart and detected the arrival of a certain guy, this didn't affect Aslan's scramble for the glowing speck of light he could see right now.
After all, who knew if that bastard was reliable?
Seeming to discover that his tentacles were not slowing down Aslan before him, the Demon God involuntarily opened his mouth. A pair of hands directly tore open the mouth and moved rapidly toward the sky. A purely pale body, looking like half the body of a clay figure, appeared from the Demon God's mouth.
Not only that, but this existence, which was only half a body, opened its mouth again. A pair of pale white arms stretched out from this mouth again, tearing the entire mouth and body apart incredibly wide. This cycle repeated continuously. While making one feel nauseous, it also involuntarily made one feel a bit of fear. If one looked closely at these clay-like half-bodies, there were still some differences in color.
This was the scene created by the 72 Demon Gods releasing their consciousnesses one by one from the mouth to rush directly into the sky. It looked like a Human Centipede, or like the situation in a Junji Ito story where all the ancestors' heads reside on the descendant's body. In terms of design, it was extremely anti-human.
However, this sudden burst of speed was indeed much faster than Aslan flying into the sky. Almost in an instant, this existence rushed into the horizon. By the time everyone reacted, only many half-bodies remained standing between heaven and earth like a pillar. At the same time, the cheeks resembling a human face at the bottom of the body had been stretched out of shape.
But the current Demon God didn't care about the gazes of others. Rather, as a magic program, he inherently had his own way of thinking; appearance was not within the scope of consideration.
After a short while, the Demon God caught the speck of light falling from the sky. It was a large dragon egg, fully half the height of a human.
The Demon God's body recovered rapidly. Afterward, the dragon egg landed slowly in the Demon God's hands and began to constantly erupt with magical energy to struggle. Although the dragon egg had absorbed a large amount of magical energy and could be considered powerful among all juvenile dragon species, unfortunately, compared to the 72 Demon God Pillars, it was still lacking by a lot.
Therefore, no matter how this egg erupted with magical energy, it could not break free from the Demon God's hands.
The tentacles that had been attacking Aslan all stopped as well. The Demon God slowly puffed out his chest, changing from the embarrassment and wretchedness of the battle before. Now, he felt that what he held in his hand was simply the best leverage against this blacksmith!!
"Obviously, this is your child. Obviously, he is very healthy. He is likely the highest-rank offspring your British Dragon Race can give birth to nowadays, right? I'm afraid this is true even for all high-level Dragon Races existing on the Reverse Side of the World. I didn't expect that in this era, such a high-level dragon species could still be born on the Outer Texture of the planet. How wonderful.
Even the Witch of Britain and King Arthur finally have a direct descendant of the Pendragon family. Presumably, Lady Witch and Lord King Arthur are also very happy, right? In this era where magical energy is becoming increasingly thin, perhaps this will be the only direct descendant of your family. What do you two think?"
The Demon God held the egg and gently extended his hand forward. Then, a large amount of magical energy gathered on this egg, seeming ready to destroy it directly with his magical energy at any moment.
"Hehehe, Mr. Aslan, this should be your only offspring in 1,500 years, right? It seems you wouldn't want anything to happen to him either. Since that's the case, shall we have a talk? It should be impossible to ask you to let us fulfill our long-cherished wish, after all, in your eyes, this world should be more important. Then, how about exchanging this egg for the Avalon (The Everdistant Utopia) in your hands?"
The Demon God understood that what made the blacksmith before him the strongest and most terrifying was precisely the Avalon he possessed—that absolute defense which they had no way to destroy no matter what. As long as they could get their hands on this defense... regardless of whether they could use it themselves, as long as they restricted the blacksmith before them from using it, that would be the greatest help to them.
If they could master the usage of this absolute defense, then they, the Demon Gods, would become the most powerful existence in this world. In the new world, they would definitely become the new gods. Of course, in the new world, Avalon might be useless. After all, who knew if the physics/spiritron logic of the new world would acknowledge that beautiful dream?
Presumably, it wouldn't, because everything where they were was already beautiful enough. A world without death and sickness is beautiful!!