It must be said that the things the fairies have done have made Aslan feel disgusted time and time again. It is not that Aslan is partial to the Uther of this world; after all, in his own world, his relationship with that King was merely having similar bloodlines, situated within the same Pendragon lineage.
Even during the time he entered this physical body, that King had already passed away. And before that, this body had always lived in his cheap old father's palace and had no opportunity to come into contact with that King.
Although Uther was a great King, because Aslan hadn't actually lived under his rule, Aslan indeed didn't have that respectful of an attitude. Let alone in this world, where the two had absolutely no blood relationship. Even if the King Uther of this world were still alive and came to him to request his help, he wouldn't necessarily choose to act.
Regarding the fairies' conduct in this matter, what Aslan was most angry about now was that these fairies simply couldn't afford to lose. If they had carried out a frontal assassination or a duel at the Coronation Ceremony... if that King Uther wasn't too different from the King Uther in normal history, that King would absolutely not refuse a frontal challenge.
Today, that bunch of fairies chose poisoning. Hah... although it is not incomprehensible, why does it make one feel so disgusted?
Aslan slowly raised his hand, palm open towards the sky, and completely released his magical energy. The powerful magical energy whipped up a wind pressure that blew the clothes and cloak on his body. At the same time, this seemingly limpid magical energy began to be gradually dyed with a touch of destructive black, just like pure white light transforming into majestic black.
Although carrying a powerful sense of oppression and destructive power, this blackness still possessed a nobility difficult for ordinary people to reach. Rather, although Aslan chose destruction, he hadn't deviated from his original path. He just intended to shift his aspect temporarily and take up temporary Authority.
Just like in distant eras, different Gods had different aspects. Even his sister, who was also his teacher, Morgan, didn't she also have the aspect of Vivian in legends? If a comparison really had to be made, it was like the Divine Ancestor Romulus, or that rabbit who found a loophole to become a Beast, and his cheap younger sister Artoria.
It was merely going a step further into complete Dragon Transformation. However, in worlds outside this one, it would probably be difficult for him to enter this form again. After all, it wasn't that easy to arouse his mind to completely destroy Britain. Humans are emotional animals; he had lived in Britain for such a long time, more or less.
At the same time, during these long years, even Aslan himself was a bit unclear whether he was an existence of the East or the West. But it didn't matter anymore; long-lived species should live freely and easily. As long as one's heart is firm, what can bloodline restrict?
Thinking of this, Aslan's heart involuntarily became a bit more open. At the same time, this Fairy Britain Island also began to resonate with Aslan's heartbeat. Regardless of whether this island was formed from a God's corpse or was original land, no matter the nature of this island, as long as this place is Britain!
That's right, just like the Britain Morgan pursued was no longer the Britain in its original essence... as long as this place is still Britain, carrying the name of Britain! Then he could put that crown on himself, the crown belonging to the King of Destruction!!
Unlike a certain Oberon Vortigern who prepared to hide behind the scenes, silently waiting for the Horned God to be defeated and then summon the Abyssal Worm to devour all of Great Britain, Aslan truly flowed with top-tier White Dragon blood. Whether in mythology or in the era when all Phantasmal Species were active in the real world, he was a well-deserved predator.
Therefore, Aslan had no interest in playing conspiracies with these disgusting fairies. All he needed to do was crush them. With absolute power and the Black Flames belonging to the White Dragon, he would completely burn down the entire Britain! So the greater the power of this Crown of Destruction he bore, the better. He is the Son of the White Dragon; there is no need to worry about being unable to bear the weight of this crown!
He was ready!
"Let's complete the Coronation Ceremony that wasn't completed back then right here. It's just a pity that what should have been worn back then was the Crown of Friendship, but today I will wear the Crown of Destruction... Light the bonfire that should have burned thousands of years ago!!"
The entire ground began to rise and fall with the magical energy. A plaza with a unique and regular shape immediately appeared on this land. They were all changing following Aslan's magical energy and will. No need to worry about Aslan's aesthetics; after all, he had once built the Dragon Flock Plaza at the place of his cheap old father's fall.
Now, pillar after pillar towered over the ground, and atop the pillars were sculptures of coiling dragons. At the same time, the mouths of those sculptures opened slowly, and raging fires were burning within them.
The sky began to darken, and fierce winds began to blow. Dark clouds spiraled together, mixed with thunder. This apocalyptic weather condition began to expand with Aslan's location as the center toward the entire range of Fairy Britain. And those burning flames, though swaying madly, became increasingly bright.
Even more powerful and dense black magical energy diffused outward from beneath this earth. It poured directly into Aslan's body, forming armor predominantly black on Aslan's body. At the same time, the Sword of Glorious Victory in his hand also temporarily gained a black outer shell, making the entire Holy Sword, while not losing its sanctity, gain a bit more ferocity and intent of destruction.
Slowly thrusting this sword into the ground and resting his crossed hands on the hilt, Aslan closed his eyes. Within the surrounding roaring black magical energy and endless storm came wails of resentment and prayers expecting liberation. Skeleton-like images condensed from the black magical energy, carrying a sense of illusoriness.
And one figure after another knelt before Aslan. At the same time, a pair of black skeletal hands held up a black crown filled with the meaning of destruction. Under the black magical energy and powerful gale, this crown floated up slowly and finally landed steadily on the top of Aslan's head.
The shadow of a White Dragon appeared behind Aslan, roaring at the sky. That sound was full of majesty and began to spread toward the entire Fairy Britain.