Tsk!
Aslan understood that the Demon God before him was right. It was impossible for him to give up fighting them. This world was the cornerstone of their survival. If even this world were abandoned, the ones to die would not just be the unborn child in the egg, but also themselves and countless lives living in this world.
At this moment, handing over Avalon (The Everdistant Utopia) was indeed the highest price he could accept. Similarly, his sister and younger sister would not obstruct him, as this also concerned the family.
Of course, if it were truly necessary, abandoning a direct descendant of the family was also a possibility. It wasn't impossible that he might fall out with him over this. Of course, if forced to choose between the two, he would still choose the world. However, afterward, he would definitely make a wish upon the Holy Grail: either to resurrect his child or to ensure the 72 Demon God Pillars could never be reincarnated for eternity.
He would likely wander through various worlds hunting down the Demon God Pillars until the end.
But right now, the Demon God had stepped on a critical point. Even if he gave it up, the Absolute Defense might not necessarily cause him to lose the subsequent battle, but the Demon God would gain the possibility of defeating him. Melusine likely couldn't provide support from the sky right now; the Supreme Masterpiece not attacking at the moment was probably because it was taking care of Melusine.
Having lost powerful combat capabilities in succession, he indeed lacked the ability to guarantee he could kill the Demon God before him right now.
"So, Lord Aslan, have you made your choice?"
Seeming to have already seen the ending, the Demon God before him regained his elegance. He bowed slightly, a smile appearing on that bizarre face. He pulled the dragon egg back, opening his other hand, waiting for Aslan to deliver The Everdistant Utopia into his hand.
Aslan placed his hand over his chest, then slowly opened it outward. Golden specks of light began to gather before his chest. At the same time, he lifted his foot and walked toward the Demon God.
"This time, you are finally not launching an attack at me, but walking toward me like this. How wonderful. That expression of displeasure on your face truly makes one feel happy. That's right, I just like that expression of you humans being helpless against us, because we have judged that there is no need for humanity to continue existing..."
Therefore, humans should display this posture of giving up that anyone would recognize. Although the brilliance of humanity makes them sigh with emotion, it also makes them doubt whether their judgment is correct. Of course, the choice already made will not change, but it still leaves a bit of discomfort in their hearts.
They made the judgment in their capacity as Demon Gods. This is their inherent arrogance. Although they are magic formulas, to some extent, they can be considered gods. At least in terms of individual strength, they are stronger than the vast majority of the so-called 800 Myriad Gods of the Far East.
Thinking about it carefully, according to a saying in the Far East, there are three gods standing on a single grain of rice. From this point of view, the Demon Gods would think these so-called Gods of the Far East are simply losing face for gods. Too weak, truly too weak. Even small spirits born from objects left for a long time can be crowned with the name of a god.
It makes gods seem really cheap and shameful.
Watching the golden light gradually condensing in the hands of the blacksmith before him, the Demon God rarely experienced what was called happiness and joy (Yorokobe). So that's it. This is happiness; this is joy. He finally understood some human emotions, but he still didn't understand why such humans possessed shining points in their souls!
Come, come quickly! Hand over that Absolute Defense!
One step! Two steps! Just a little bit more!
It just somewhat surprised the Demon God that the golden specks of light did not turn into a scabbard, but directly turned into a crystal-like defense. Then, the Holy Sword appeared in Aslan's hand. Subsequently, golden magical energy erupted outward, slashing directly at the Demon God's chest. It looked like he wanted to cut this Demon God in two directly.
It had to be said that Aslan's move was somewhat successful. The Demon God hadn't expected Aslan to make such an attacking move at all. The golden magical energy slashed directly through his body, then bombarded the wall behind him. The Demon God also reacted immediately, dodging to the side.
After opening up the distance, the Demon God clutched his injured chest, his eyes widening. How dare this blacksmith!! The Dragon Hostage is still in my hand!
"Since you tore up the contract between us first, then don't blame me!"
The Demon God raised the dragon egg in his hand, preparing to reach out and destroy it directly. Powerful magical energy gathered around this egg, then began to crush inward toward the palm. At the same time, the Demon God's gaze remained on the group of people before him, hoping to see the expressions of grief on their faces. After all, since the person before him wanted to tear up the contract, he had to bear the price of grief!!
However, the person before him didn't seem to have any change in expression. This made the Demon God frown slightly—oh, sorry, this guy didn't have eyebrows. Sorry. At this moment, what the Demon God thought was that these guys before him were just putting on a brave front; everything was an act. As long as he destroyed this dragon egg, these people would reveal expressions of grief.
"So! Show me your expressions of grief!!"
Magical energy twisted, distorting directly toward the dragon egg in his hand. He originally wanted to see the dragon egg shatter, the internal juvenile dragon twisted directly into fragments of flesh and blood. The fresh blood would surely stain his hands, flowing down his palms, and then emit a charming fragrance.
But in the next moment, there was indeed a fragrance, but it was somewhat different from the fragrance of blood the Demon God imagined. It was the fragrance of fresh flowers. Pink petals scattered slowly toward the surroundings. That floral scent swirled into his nose. The Demon God looked at the dragon egg that had turned into flower petals in his hand and opened his mouth slightly.
How is this possible? Was all this a scheme?
"Was all this calculated by you?! Aslan!!!"
Morgan suddenly laughed out loud. "Pfft... Hahaha! Ahahahaha!! So this is a Demon God? Truly laughable. Apologies, please allow me to laugh out loud in such a scenario. After all, this is really too hard to endure. But it's normal that you didn't discover it. After all, I didn't expect that guy would actually break his promise and come out from that place."
In the next moment, the shattered ground was covered with blooming fresh flowers. Petals swirled in mid-air following the breeze. Then, a streak of white-pink hair cut through the air, and a figure appeared slowly.
"This is my scheme, not Aslan's~"