flames began to spread rapidly outward, swallowing the entire village in an instant. After all, most villages on the outskirts like this were built with wooden materials; it was all too easy for such dwellings to catch fire. For a time, this place turned into a battlefield of fire and slaughter. It was likely that even during the Mors War in the distant past, it wasn't necessarily as dangerous as this area was now.
A warrior was hindering a Mors, moving towards the outside of the village, but he didn't notice another Mors rapidly approaching from behind him.
In the next moment, the Mors that had sneaked up pounced on the warrior. Then, it went directly into a burning house. Another Mors used its claws to destroy a roof beam, causing a portion of the burning timber to smash onto the warrior's lower body, restricting his movement. At the same time, two Mors came to his side and began to gradually infect him.
This situation was not an isolated case. The number of Mors was two to three times greater than the squad that had come to the village, so every warrior faced an encirclement by these monsters.
Some warriors would grab a Mors by the arms while engaging the enemy, only for a third black monster to plunge its hand directly into their bodies, turning these warriors into their own kind. The main reason for this situation was that these black monsters had all been strengthened by Aslan.
These warriors would occasionally encounter lone Mors in the past, and eliminating a single Mors while cooperating wasn't difficult. However, the reality now was that the roles between them and the Mors had completely reversed. Aside from suffering the siege of the Mors, they were facing Mors that were one or two times stronger than normal.
Even the captain of this warrior squad, a powerful warrior who had once beaten all his squad members into submission, could not gain the upper hand when fighting these monsters before him. Although the captain already had thoughts of retreating, regrettably, it was no longer a situation where they could retreat just because they wanted to.
Aslan slowly extended both hands. One transforming weapon after another, fashioned into daggers for easy carrying, flew out of his weapon arsenal. They turned into streams of light, flying rapidly to the perimeter of the village. Then, these dagger-like weapons spun quickly, transforming into the shapes of spears and banners before plunging directly into the earth.
Magical energy condensed at Aslan's fingertips, rapidly writing one Fairy Letter after another in mid-air. These letters contained magical energy and activated the banners stuck around the village. In the next moment, the banners fluttered without wind and emitted a bright radiance. Subsequently, the island's resentment towards fairies quickly turned into a barrier targeting fairies—one that allowed entry but no exit.
Unless Aslan closed this barrier, no fairy inside—whether it was the Child of Prophecy, the Black Knight, or all the fairies of the Fang Clan—could dream of leaving the burning village.
The army captain was constantly battering the barrier set up by Aslan. Unfortunately, the strength of his claws and teeth couldn't shake this magical energy in the slightest. If it were the Clan Heads of the various fairy clans, perhaps there would be a possibility of breaking through the barrier, but ordinary fairies like the ones before him could only do so much, no matter how strong they were.
Simply put, if one didn't have the strength of an Atavism, they should just obediently accept their fate.
"Damn it, curse it!"
The captain slapped the barrier constantly until he saw two figures walking toward him. The ones arriving were precisely Aslan and Fairy Knight Gawain. Although separated by the barrier, he could still sense the scent of high-ranking fairies on the two figures. Subconsciously, he wanted to ask the two fairies for help.
However, in the next moment, he saw a mocking smile on the face of the high-ranking fairy with golden hair walking at the very front.
"Don't struggle. Your claws cannot tear this barrier."
Upon hearing this, the captain couldn't help but slap his claws against the barrier again, an extremely ferocious expression appearing on his wolf-like face. "It was you?! You are the one who caused the Mors disaster here?!"
Aslan played with several awls in his hand. While spinning the awls, he looked at the fairy before him with an expression of ridicule, as if looking at a fool. "Me? Get one thing straight. The disaster of Mors appeared on this land in the distant past. This is the curse created by the God you betrayed. The guilty ones are you yourselves."
Under Aslan's control, a small opening appeared in the barrier. This was, of course, to facilitate Aslan's entry into the area.
When the captain of the warrior squad saw such a small door opening, he launched a charge toward it. No matter what, he had to leave this place and report everything here to his superior!! Even if he couldn't report to his superior, he had to transmit some critical information!
What responded to him were the awls thrown by Aslan. These awls, carrying the sound of breaking air, easily pierced through the warrior's four limbs. Even the warrior himself hadn't expected his fur and hide to be so fragile. He had reached his current position due to military exploits; his combat power wasn't weak to begin with, and few in the entire Fang Clan could clash with him.
But why was this happening now?
Seeming to see the expression in the warrior's eyes, Aslan propped up his chin with his hand. Then he stepped on the nails pinning the warrior before him, causing fresh blood to flow out further. At the same time, a burst of lightning, in the form of magical energy, was driven into the warrior's body.
"Did you want to ask me why I could break your defenses so easily?"
There was a trace of a bizarre smile in Aslan's golden eyes. at this moment, this existence with the appearance of a young boy truly looked extremely like a villain.
Aside, a Mors crawled over slowly. Like an obedient dog, it nuzzled Aslan's lowered arm. Aslan's face revealed a bit of doting affection, as if towards a pet. Then he gently scratched the Mors' chin. "Go. Turn this fairy completely into one of your kind."
The Mors opened its arms and mouth toward the warrior. The blackness on its body dripped down like liquid blood. Watching the blackness finally start to stain the warrior's body, Aslan offered his explanation to the warrior.
"Just consider that right now, I possess the [Anti-Fairy Britain Special Attack] attribute."