A dazzling, pure white light enveloped Jack's body. At the same time, magical energy began to rise from the ground towards the sky. Even Jack's hair began to float upwards. The original resentful aura on her entire body had dissipated quite a bit in this holy light. Her eyes, which had been full of the silence of death, also briefly regained their clarity.
Jack's eyes held a hint of helplessness, and also a hint of playful, teasing blame. "You really are calm from beginning to end, to the point where it scares us a little. But if it weren't for someone like you, we would have probably already been influenced. I'm sorry for leaving you with such a trouble."
With that, little Jack vanished without a trace, leaving only Atalante, who was looking at him with resentful eyes, and who, even though the curse had disappeared, seemed to still intend to oppose him.
At this moment, the expression on Atalante's face was one of disbelief. The person before her, named Aslan, had actually, under her own protection, eliminated those children.
"You actually!! You dare!! Aaarghh—!! I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you—!"
Atalante covered her cheeks with her hands and let out a cry. Rather than a cry, it was more of an angry vent. She now just wanted to eliminate Aslan. Since he had killed so many lovely children, then let Aslan go and accompany these children!
But at the same time, Atalante also had some reservations. The reason was simple: the firepower that Aslan had displayed when he had blasted open the entire Reality Marble was simply too strong. All fear comes from insufficient firepower, and all dread comes from sufficient firepower. It was precisely because Aslan's firepower was too sufficient that even if Atalante wanted to take him down, she felt a bit powerless.
And so, Atalante's heart was filled with a sense of frustration. This sense of frustration, under the circumstances of her being powerless, was nurtured and grew stronger and stronger, like a Gu worm constantly pecking at the reason in her heart.
And so, Atalante directly turned her gaze to Avicebron. "Caster of Black, you should have a way to tamper with our Heroic Spirit's contract, right? Even a temporary suppression would be fine!"
Avicebron turned his head away and looked at Atalante. Although he didn't know what had just happened, it was clear that a rift had appeared within the Red Faction. In other words, was this Heroic Spirit of the Red Faction preparing to defect to their side? It always felt a little subtle. After all, it was possible that this was just a play put on by the other side.
But even if it was a play, it didn't matter. Once they were in their hands, could they still cause any trouble?
Mordred reacted immediately at this moment. Although she didn't know what had happened in that Reality Marble, it was clear that someone was about to betray their side's camp. What a joke!
"Are you planning to betray us?"
Mordred directly questioned Atalante. Although she was the Rebellious Knight of the Round Table, she was, after all, still a Knight of the Round Table. If it weren't for special reasons, how could she possibly have betrayed her own king? Or rather, a rebellious knight was actually the one who looked down on betrayal the most.
Atalante said nothing, just drew her bow and directly shot an arrow in Mordred's direction. And this arrow was easily caught by Mordred. With a squeeze of her hand, this attack was directly broken in two. At the same time, this also basically confirmed that this archer before them had truly torn face with them.
Upon seeing this situation, Avicebron finally believed that this green-haired hunter seemed to have really torn face with the Red Faction. And so, he nodded. After all, the Holy Grail was in their hands. With the help of magic, modifying a contract was not a big problem. Even if it couldn't be completely changed, temporarily suppressing the influence of the Red Faction's Command Spells on himself was still no problem.
"I understand. Although I cannot completely modify the contract, it is no problem to make it so that the Command Spells cannot affect you. In that case, welcome to the Black Faction."
Avicebron even directly sent out his own golem to launch an attack in Mordred's direction. Since the other side had already shown sincerity, then his side also had to show corresponding sincerity. Protecting this traitor of the Red Faction was their sincerity. If they couldn't even provide protection, then they would be looked down upon.
Avicebron narrowed his eyes slightly. From the current situation, the advantage was on their side. After all, they had three Heroic Spirits. At least in terms of numbers, they had already won.
Of course, if Aslan knew what was going through this person's mind right now, he would probably curl his lips into a laugh. The reason was simple: numbers sometimes do not represent victory. After all, how can three cats beat two tigers?
This was not to say that Aslan was deliberately looking down on the three Heroic Spirits before him. At least before Avicebron had completed his Noble Phantasm, none of the three Heroic Spirits before him had any chance of winning against him alone. Even if they attacked together, it wouldn't change much. There was no obvious synergy between the three Heroic Spirits before him. They couldn't cause a qualitative change from a quantitative change, and thus pose a threat to him.
How did the saying go? Although their Red Faction had fewer people, it did not mean that the current strength of the Black Faction could challenge the Red Faction.
However, it was clear that in Avicebron's eyes, the current situation was worth a try. Perhaps it was because Aslan had not yet revealed his identity. Of course, even if he had revealed his identity as the Holy Knight Aslan, these people probably wouldn't understand Aslan's true, full strength.
Avicebron once again used his magical energy to modify the earth underground. Although he couldn't create a very powerful golem, at this moment, quantity should also have a certain effect, right?
A large number of rock golems completely enveloped this area. The red magical energy eyes in the middle of the golems flashed with a red light, as if they could charge up at any moment and take care of Mordred and Aslan.
Aslan's lips curled into a slight smile, and Mordred had the same expression. First, Mordred had a certain confidence in her own strength. Even if she couldn't defeat two Heroic Spirits, holding one back was no problem. She might even be able to get a solo kill. And for Aslan to deal with two Heroic Spirits was a piece of cake.
If they wanted to fight, they would fight. They weren't afraid at all. In fact, Mordred even extended her hand forward and beckoned lightly. "Come on, if you've got the guts. Watch me, Mordred, blast you all to smithereens with my crimson thunder!"