Like beasts hunting all around, when the Fang Clan's army arrived here filled with murderous intent, the only thing that greeted them was a seemingly very silent village. This was somewhat abnormal. The deterrence of their Fang Clan army was still very high. Even if they were restricted to a certain extent now, after all, what they had done in the past was definitely not something ordinary fairies could do.
Therefore, wherever their army went, even if afraid, the manager of that area would still come out trembling with a smile to talk and communicate with them, or even hold a grand banquet to welcome them. This was also the reason why, even after being restricted, they still felt they were different from ordinary fairies and stood high above.
This feeling of being high above was very intoxicating, simply more so than drinking fine wine brewed by fairies. Ah, of course, there were only fairies here. As for humans, they were just slaves. How could something like brewing wine be left to slaves?
Seeing humans made them feel happy, and they liked to imitate human behavior, but that didn't mean they held humans in high regard. They were just tools produced in human factories, without even reproductive abilities. To some extent, weren't they natural-born tools?
"Strange, where is the Village Head of this village? Didn't he call us here? Saying the Child of Prophecy is right here."
The captain of this army stood up and began to sniff the air. The smell emitting from this village was the smell of food that had gone completely cold. At the same time, there seemed to be a little bit of the smell of blood, but that smell of blood wasn't much, so it could be ignored.
However, their beast intuition was also telling them that this village was not normal at all. Leaving aside this eerie level of silence, their beast intuition could sense something endangering their lives even without seeing the existences within the village.
That's right, their clan indeed had a certain immunity to the contagiousness of Mors, but that didn't mean they were completely immune. Regarding the so-called contagious influence of Mors, when it reached a certain level, they would also turn into Mors, and even the most powerful type among Mors. If even this entire squad turned completely into Mors...
Then an extremely dangerous Mors crisis would be imminent in this Fairy Kingdom. It might even turn into a calamity like the Mors War back then. That was a massive battle where too many clansmen of the Fang Clan died. Although this event was recorded in the history of fairies, it was still somewhat distant for the new generation.
This resulted in these Fang Clan warriors not yet reacting to what kind of existence they were about to face.
As for Aslan, who was following not far from this team and was currently close to the range of this village, he couldn't help but open his arms. What a nice aura. Such a dense aura of Calamity is truly rare. It is also truly delightful. After all, Calamities are equivalent to my own kind. How happy it is to suddenly have so many of my own kind.
In the village, a fairy wearing black armor was avoiding the search of the Mors as much as possible. At the same time, he was trying his best not to let the Mors touch him. This way, he could avoid being infected by the Mors at a distance as much as possible. As long as he still had firm conviction and a goal in his heart, it was difficult for Mors to infect him without touching him.
On the contrary, after smelling the aura in the air, armor instantly appeared on Fairy Knight Gawain's body. This was also a subconscious instinctive reaction. She was still firmly completing her duties and tasks. After all, she was a Fairy Knight. She had the responsibility to eliminate various Calamities and protect fairies. Now that Mors were right in front of her, instinctively, Fairy Knight Gawain didn't want to sit idly by.
However, before she could rush out, a surge of magical energy came from her neck. Aslan played with the magical chain in his hand, a smile appearing on his face. "Do you think these Fang Clan members are qualified to go to the new world? From the moment I descended into this world, the Calamity was destined to be unstoppable. Instead of saving these people, you might as well think about who is worth your protection."
Aslan threw a few box-like objects to Fairy Knight Gawain. "Hehehe... Although in my opinion, the fairies of this world no longer have the need to be saved, there might be some innocent people, more or less. Use your eyes to see and choose. I will only give you five spots. If you choose those with bad character, I won't help you even if you regret it in the future."
Seeing that Fairy Knight Gawain no longer had the thought of rushing out, Aslan slowly loosened the chain in his hand. "Detach yourself from the identity of a Fairy Knight for now. Look at this world with the eyes of an ordinary fairy, a normal fairy, and then make your choice."
After saying that, Aslan walked a few steps forward. Watching the army enter the village, he raised his hand. In his hand, he held a bottle containing the black power of the island. Now he no longer needed this magical energy to activate his Dragon bloodline. Since that was the case, he would distribute this magical energy to other Calamities. Although the amount wasn't much, it should be enough to cultivate a few leader-level Mors.
The black magical energy drifted toward the village. No matter what, Aslan also had the qualification to inherit the position of the Lord of the Island. Naturally, he could also control who these magical energies amplified. Just like his cheap old father once did, the black Mors became stronger and more irritable after absorbing these magical energies. Of course, the irritability was only directed at fairies.
As for whether these constantly strengthening Mors would infect a certain Child of Prophecy, Aslan expressed indifference. First, this Child of Prophecy wasn't the Artoria he knew. Strictly speaking, there was no blood relationship between the two. Of course, if placed in this world, according to past relationships, Aslan would have to call Morgan "Aunt."
If that Child of Prophecy turned into a Mors, then it just so happened that his Mors Legion lacked a King to command these Calamities. Anyway, the duty of a Fairy of Paradise was to make the fairies of this Fairy Kingdom atone for their sins. And the way of atonement was naturally death. So whether forging the Holy Sword or becoming the King of Calamities, the result was actually the same.
"Boil your magical energy! Be grateful for your identity as Calamities! Devour all fairies with black! Show this world the anger of the God from the past! Show this world the resentment and grief of those innocent fairies from the past! Calamity shall inevitably devour this Fairy Britain!"