Mordred didn't think she was mistaken. The person in that jeep was Aslan, the Aslan from her own world. Mordred wasn't too surprised by the fact that she had crossed worlds to participate in a Holy Grail War. After all, her own mother was one of the few great witches of Great Britain. She had come into contact with the concept of parallel worlds from her mother's own mouth.
Don't be fooled by the way she fights like a Berserker. In fact, some of the knowledge Mordred possessed was something that some magi didn't have. Of course, because Mordred mainly walked the path of a Saber, she had only remembered a few scattered bits of that magical knowledge. From this perspective, perhaps in some parallel world, Mordred had chosen to inherit the identity of the Great Witch. After all, choosing to learn magic was the best way to solve the negative state of her own body.
Although she didn't know what Aslan's final ending was in her own world, thinking of the artificial god that had descended from the sky during her final battle with her own father, she could basically be sure that that guy's life wouldn't be bad. If she had descended in her own world, then she could have bought a copy of the legend and had a good read.
As for guessing that Aslan had died? That was impossible. Even if Mordred didn't know that Aslan had half-dragon's blood, she knew that Avalon was on Aslan's body. Plus, with that dragon that was always by Aslan's side, simply drinking dragon's blood could extend one's life.
Although she didn't know how Aslan had come to this world, she had probably been summoned to this world because of Aslan as an anchor of attachment.
However, she was just here to participate in a victorious war. Paying attention to so many things about her own world and other worlds wouldn't change anything. And so, shaking her head, Mordred turned her gaze to the side. The resentment of these children made her lips curl into a smile. "Let's have a good chat during this time."
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Aslan looked at the child vengeful spirits that appeared before him and just waved his holy banner, preparing to purify them. Anyway, no matter how hard he tried to purify them, it would only be to temporarily eliminate the shadows of these souls. To some extent, this could also be considered a useless effort. After all, he had no way to directly pull Jack from the Throne of Heroes and completely purify her main body. What's more, it was still uncertain whether the Jack pulled from the Throne of Heroes was a collective entity of the children's resentment, or a Phantom Spirit born from the legends from the mouths of various people, combined with the stories and strange tales passed down from mouth to mouth.
However, if these shadows of vengeful spirits were to be transcended just like this, allowing these souls to have a beautiful dream, that would also be good. At least, the way to give these children happiness right now was definitely not to let Jack continue to exist.
Now was not the time of a great crisis of the Human Order. It was not a time for Anti-Heroes and ordinary heroes to fight together. By the same token, the current Jack's Master was not that "last Master of humanity." Without that one's characteristics, wanting to make little Jack obediently listen was not an easy matter.
In the original story, Jeanne had also made the same choice. It was just that Jeanne had also been pulled into an illusion and had undergone a questioning of her soul.
As for why he hadn't been pulled into this environment of the City of Mist, it was probably related to the fact that he had lived long enough. A 1500-year-old self-awareness was not something that a few vengeful spirits could affect. What's more, he was a dragon. To want to pull him into an illusion, unless it was an A-rank great magic, otherwise, even a B-rank would probably only make him dazed for a short period of time. A scene like this, which was like a Reality Marble deployed by chance, could simply not drag Aslan into the abyss of his own confusion. For this, Aslan could even say, "is that all you've got?"
No matter how resentfully and unwillingly the souls of these children looked at him, Aslan could wave the holy banner in his hand and grant them release. Let the past be the past. Dust to dust, earth to earth. What should go should not stay. Although it was a bit cruel to these children.
But this was also the truth...
After 1500 years of precipitation, although Aslan looked more and more childish, his heart had also become calm enough. Therefore, he would not stop his own actions because of the expressions of these children.
However, Aslan discovered that the vengeful spirits of these children seemed to be purposefully leading him in another direction. Although he felt it was rather strange, Aslan was not afraid. Could he not solve these small matters? That's right, in Aslan's eyes, this dream world created by Jack was simply a trivial matter like child's play. After all, with his own strength, it was no problem to forcibly break this world. It was just that before the old insect appeared, he didn't want to expose himself. After all, to deal with that old insect, the most effective way was to reveal his own trump card after the other party had revealed theirs.
To be honest, the things the old insect had done had really left too deep of an impression and after-effects on Aslan. If he didn't kill the old insect, he was always worried that he would cause some unimaginable major trouble again.
While following these children, he purified the surrounding vengeful spirits. The dense mist had already blocked the view. Estée Lauder's eyes could not see through this dense mist to see everything around them. It seemed to be Jack's intentional doing. And the facts were indeed so. At this very moment, in the field of vision of a certain cat-eared female archer, it was a wide open space.
After seeing Aslan unhesitatingly evolve the shadows of these children directly, Atalante, who had already been troubled by all sorts of resentments and had thus walked into a dead end, angrily raised the Celestial Bow in her hand. From afar, she aimed at Aslan's forehead, and then released her hand.
Aslan, by instinct, felt an attack rapidly approaching his own forehead. And so, he raised the holy spear in his hand and spun it around. The magical energy-infused blade was wrapped in the holy spear and banner, and was flung to the side. However, at the same time, a small wound also appeared on the banner. Although it could be quickly repaired later under his own forging skills, in any case, it was still very annoying!
Looking at the arrow that had been fired at him, Aslan could be sure that this was Atalante's attack. After all, the appearance of this thing was clearly of ancient Greek style. As expected, being too protective of children will be taken advantage of by children. If he couldn't wake this female hunter up, then he could only say "I'm sorry."