You ask, is it really okay for Aslan to be developing his otherworld career like this at a time like this? Is it really okay that the newborn little dragon still has no name and has been temporarily cast aside by his old father? Aslan expressed that since his bloodline and premonitions did not sense any danger to his child, there was no need to be so anxious. They would meet sooner or later.
Moreover, the more subordinates he had and the wider the range they covered, the simpler it would be to find his child. Perhaps in the process of him destroying this Britain, his child would jump out automatically.
Furthermore, the appearance of this child was indeed somewhat surprising. After all, neither Aslan nor Melusine expected they would conceive a child so quickly. And since this child caused such great trouble for Melusine at birth, cultivating his ability to live independently a bit earlier didn't seem to be a problem, right?
Dragons were just this bold and unconstrained when raising children. Besides, even if a dragon hatchling hadn't grown up yet, they weren't something just any fairy could bully. Plus, with the spatial shuttle ability that child mastered, even if he couldn't win a fight, no one could catch him.
Since that was the case, what was there to be anxious about?
On the other side, after the troops of the fairies entered the village, the eeriness of the village made them feel increasingly uneasy. Walking on the roads, the pads on their paws muffled the soldiers' footsteps. Therefore, apart from the sound of the wind, nothing else seemed to exist in the entire village. Occasionally, wind chimes hung on windows would sway gently in the breeze, colliding with each other.
The crisp sound of the chimes made the town seem increasingly abandoned. But this was impossible. On one hand, news came not long ago that the Child of Prophecy was here. On the other hand, the buildings here showed no signs of erosion by wind and rain, nor did they look like they had been in disrepair for years. While patrolling everywhere, they had seen villages that were moved due to the Calamity that occurred once every millennium.
Those villages were completely different from the village before their eyes. This village didn't even seem to have any traces of battle.
"Could it be the work of the Child of Prophecy?"
Did the Child of Prophecy possess such ability before even embarking on a journey? After all, no one had seen the so-called Child of Prophecy. Compared to a situation where Mors appeared on a large scale, it was indeed more reasonable that the Child of Prophecy possessed such abilities, right? They hadn't received any news regarding the appearance of Mors either.
The captain of this squad bared his teeth directly. At the same time, his sharp claws began to flash with a cold light. Since this place wasn't normal, they had to prepare in advance. "All units, prepare for combat!!"
A black shadow leaped quickly across the roof. Without hesitation, these warriors instantly ran up the walls toward the roof. They were the ones with the strongest combat power among fairies; jumping onto a roof was naturally a piece of cake. Warrior after warrior jumped onto the roof, but the roof was empty. It seemed the black shadow just now was merely their illusion.
The fairy standing at the very rear suddenly turned his head. He sensed a trace of danger approaching him. So he immediately turned around and swung his claws backward. However, what he tore apart was not flesh, but a sensation like sludge, as if his claws had sunk into a quagmire and he couldn't exert any strength at all.
Then, a sensation that almost made the fur on his body stand on end rushed into his arm. "Holy sh*t!! Mors?!!"
First of all, could a single Mors cause the current situation? Secondly, having had his arm firmly infected by a Mors, would he turn into a Mors? Even if they had sufficiently strong immunity, immunity didn't work like this!
It was this soldier's teammate who reacted relatively quickly. He raised his hand directly and swung a claw downward, chopping off this fairy's arm directly. Just as mentioned before, although they had immunity, under such circumstances, even with immunity, there was probably no way to stop the infection.
Then the only option was to chop off the infected part directly!
Don't look at them as comrades-in-arms; this strike was crisp and efficient, one could even say unhesitating. On one hand, it was to save this companion; on the other hand, of course, it was also because their race was never the soft-hearted type.
It was fortunate that the warrior before him showed no other signs of infection; otherwise, what that claw chopped off wouldn't have been an arm, but a head.
However, such an action was equivalent to flipping the switch for battle completely. One Mors after another, hiding in the dark, began to gather here. And naturally, these fairies began to stand back-to-back, assuming combat postures. At the same time, the captain of this squad took a torch from the side and threw it directly at a visible haystack.
With so many Mors here, the silence of the village probably meant the entire village had fallen. Since that was the case, they must burn down the entire village to prevent the Mors from escaping and infecting more fairies.
The smell and light of the burning fire attracted more Mors to this place. At the same time, it made the reaction of the Mors even more intense.
Ector, who had been sneaking forward in the village, became collateral damage. The situation, which originally allowed him to sneak forward to find Artoria, instantly turned into a desperate raid due to the fire and the riot of the Mors.
Most importantly, this Black Knight was not a fairy of the Fang Clan. He was one of the last two survivors of the Mirror Clan, which had already been exterminated. Although he had adventured with the Savior back then, he indeed hadn't participated in the Mors War. Rather, after Morgan unified Fairy Britain back then, this Black Knight chose to live in seclusion and become an ordinary blacksmith.
With so much time having passed, coupled with his advanced age, his physical stamina had gradually begun to fall short of his former self. Ector already had some bad premonitions; it was extremely likely he would die in this rescue operation. But no matter what, he needed to save that girl.
From the first day that girl came before him, he recognized her identity. After all, the girl looked exactly the same as Morgan, who back then aspired to become the Savior and save this Fairy Britain.
Just as a certain fairy said, the Fairies of Paradise just had a preference for that kind of style.
Those who had lived a bit longer, those who had experienced the era of the Savior, would recognize the identity of that girl the moment they met her, right? However, such existences were few and far between now.