Watching all the surrounding fairies turn into Mors, Aslan managed to temporarily suppress the urge to vomit that he had been feeling. However, upon meeting other fairies, he would likely feel the same way again. As the calamity driving this island toward destruction, these Mors were destined to be enemies of the fairies, and enemies of this world's Winter Queen.
Trade existed in this world as well. If such a trade caravan failed to arrive on time, it would likely attract the attention of others. If these Mors continued to wander here, they would probably be eliminated very quickly. After all, this place wasn't too far from the territory of the Fang Clan. Perhaps due to their beast forms, the Fang Clan, while having violent tempers, also possessed a certain resistance against the Mors.
It was precisely because of this that during the Mors War back then, the main combatants were the Fang Clan.
He patted the heads of these Mors again. "Leave this place quickly. The farther from here, the better. It is truly too dangerous for you to appear here..."
Seeming to understand what Aslan said, these Mors gradually hid in the darkness, running into the forest like wild beasts. They scattered, heading in different directions, preparing to infect more fairies.
Aslan, on the other hand, tidied up his mood and then cast a magecraft spell on his nose to block smells. After all, he was about to enter the territory of the Fang Clan next. That was a gathering place for fairies; Aslan didn't think he would be able to smell anything good while in contact with so many fairies.
To avoid vomiting in front of those fairies and attracting their attention, it was better to go through a little trouble now. Although he knew that in the long history of this Fairy Britain, there were surely many truths hidden in the dark that he might not be able to endure, Aslan still wanted to first properly understand just to what extent these fairies could disgust him.
Simply put, Aslan wanted to see just how low the bottom line of these guys could be. At least right now, Aslan wanted to destroy this Fairy Kingdom, but not to the point of directly transforming himself into the identity of Vortigern. Once he chose to inherit that name... the meaning would be different.
However, before Aslan could leave, several chains that looked as if they were composed of magical energy lashed down fiercely toward his direction. A weapon item instantly appeared on Aslan's wrist as well, and he threw it out toward the direction of those chains. The chains entangled with the chains. However, Aslan's chains, possessing Dragon Kind magical energy, were slightly more "domineering."
At the same time, Aslan quickly pulled his hand back. As his chains entangled with the attacking chains, a force and weight were instantly transmitted to his arm. However, such weight and force were not enough to stop him; they were not enough to compare with him, who possessed the blood of the White Dragon.
"Come out——!!"
Accompanying the rapid backward rotation of his arm, a figure wearing armor sprinted out from the forest at high speed. A weapon that looked exactly like Gawain's Excalibur Galatine smashed directly toward him. That's right, compared to slashing, such power and movement leaned more toward smashing, focusing more on brute force.
It was a female warrior with a pair of horns on her head, wearing silver armor and possessing golden hair. "Ahhhhhh——! I will suppress you head-on, crush you!! In the name of the Fairy Knight!"
Looking at the weapon in the hands of this female Fairy Knight before him, Aslan naturally recognized what name this Fairy Knight should bear. However, it was truly regrettable. In Aslan's world, that kid Gawain was like prey meeting a natural predator whenever he met Aslan; he had never gained any advantage from Aslan's hands even once.
He wondered what kind of strength this Fairy Knight could demonstrate against him.
He hoped this female knight, who looked much sturdier than Gawain, could bring him some different feelings and fun. With a flip of his wrist, a Demonic Sword flashing with red light appeared in his hand from his storage space. Then, accompanying a forward swinging motion, a large number of thorns burst out from underground.
Perhaps because this land itself held too much resentment, these thorns were full of destructiveness and sharpness. Even the thorns themselves were covered in a layer of bloody color. Thorns growing on land resenting fairies, thorns growing with the corpses of fairies as nutrients—it should be a perfectly normal thing for them to hold hostility toward fairies, right?
These thorns wrapped rapidly toward Fairy Knight Gawain's body. Of course, having inherited Gawain's name, this Fairy Knight naturally possessed the ability to manipulate fire.
Accompanying the swing of the blade in her hand, flames covered these thorns. She charged forward constantly like a wild beast. "Ahhhhh——!! Break through!!"
Some indistinct dragon scales appeared on the back of Aslan's hand. At the same time, the magical energy on his body erupted outward a bit. There was no one in the entire Pendragon family who didn't know the technique of Mana Burst. If a Heroic Spirit couldn't use Mana Burst, don't even think about it, they definitely weren't a direct member of the Pendragon royal family.
The red Demonic Sword collided with the sword burning with flames. For the first time, Fairy Knight Gawain discovered that besides Fairy Knight Lancelot, there was actually someone who could compete with her in strength. This existence mixing with the Mors was indeed not so easy to deal with. Originally, Fairy Knight Gawain didn't plan to attack so early, but ah, seeing this existence before her mixing with the Calamity...
Although people called her the Passionate Gawain or the Glutton, even so, she loved the fairies. Mors were the enemies of fairies, they were the Calamity. In that case, the person mixing with Mors must also be a Calamity! An enemy! Moreover, the person before her also said he wanted to destroy Britain.
"I will absolutely not let you destroy this land, absolutely not let you kill fairies!!"
Aslan hooked up a corner of his mouth coldly. He parried the sword in his hand to the side, causing the Fairy Knight's sword to smash fiercely into the ground. Then, he raised his foot and kicked directly into the side of this Fairy Knight's face. When acting as an enemy right now, Aslan would not show any tenderness toward the fairer sex.
Moreover, the loathing this land held for fairies had indeed truly affected Aslan.