A powerful predator. This was the admonition issued by the King of Destruction to the territory he was destined to conquer and destroy. At the same time, it was also to declare the King's arrival to the entire Fairy Britain. Even the King of Destruction is a King; the necessary rituals and announcements are indispensable. This is Aslan's pride as royalty.
This very moment is the time of coronation; this very moment is the day of the King of Destruction's crowning!
Although the forests on this land might not feel happy about this, those former Northern Fairies innocently killed due to war, that betrayed Horned God, that Priestess who lived a life worse than death and had long lost her self... this land was celebrating the birth of this King. Even the Abyssal Worm buried deep underground in the shadows would cheer for this.
This hellish scene naturally panicked all the fairies. After all, once this apocalyptic scene spread to the entire Fairy Britain, who could ignore its existence?
Bearing the brunt was the Knights of the Round Table stationed nearby. Unclear whether a Calamity had descended or enemy troops were attacking, the Knights of the Round Table immediately dispatched their most powerful team of knights, preparing to head to this location for investigation. Aslan had some respect for these Knights of the Round Table. If these Knights of the Round Table were willing to leave this world, he wouldn't mind spending some extra effort to send these people to the Reverse Side of the World.
After all, if this world was destined to destroy the wishes of these Knights of the Round Table, the main wish was likely to live happily and peacefully through the last few years or dozen years with the people they cared about.
As for why not disperse these Knights of the Round Table into human living areas? As long as they were given the backstory of being people who had lost their memories, it wouldn't be difficult to disguise them. But ah, the human heart is complex. When these humans learned that humans in the normal world could live to 60, 70, or even 80 or 90 years old, while they were destined not to live past 30, would their inner thoughts really not change?
So, it was simpler to throw them to the Inner Side of the World where there were no humans, and find a place where they wouldn't be disturbed by long-lived species. Anyway, these people didn't have normal reproductive abilities. In no more than 20 years, they would vanish into the long smoke of history, silently, without causing any impact on the normal human world.
Another person who directly sensed what this power was about was that Queen staying in Camelot. The moment she sensed this power, the Queen immediately understood that this land had finally birthed the King it anticipated most—not a King to maintain this land, but an existence to destroy this land.
"You should leave. The next time we meet, it will be as enemies."
The Queen looked at the light soaring into the sky and frowned slightly. Everything happening now was no longer something she could stop. Similarly, this Queen understood that such a disaster couldn't be completely erased just by evasion. Such a disaster had to be faced eventually. Blindly evading could not change the future of Great Britain.
Then, the self from another world whom she had been choosing to ignore, as well as that newly born child of the King of Destruction, had no need to continue staying here. Of course, although the child of the King of Destruction was in her hands, Morgan did not intend to use this child to threaten the existence who had ascended to the position of the King of Destruction.
This was her confidence and spirit as a Fairy of Paradise, as the Savior, and as the Winter Queen.
This current war was not some occupation of land, but a genuine battle to decide the future fate of Britain. It was also a clash of ideals between their two Kings. If she, the Queen, won, then naturally she could extend the life of this Fairy Britain for a few more years. But if that King of Destruction won...
This Britain would walk into destruction. This Queen could not bear a world without Britain. She loved Britain so much, loved the Britain of her own world.
Morgan was originally curious about this world, which was why she came to this city. Now that she had seen what she needed to see, she also understood that due to different developments, there were ultimately differences between the two of them—at least, their perspectives on the issue of this Fairy Britain were completely different.
So Morgan opened her arms and pulled back slowly. A certain little dragon, who was originally flying in the sky curiously observing everything, was grabbed directly in her hand.
Perhaps because of being grabbed suddenly, this little dragon was still constantly twisting his body, looking completely disobedient and unhappy.
Morgan frowned slightly, increasing the strength in her hand a bit. "Behave, otherwise I will seal you inside an egg. You should know I have such ability..."
After speaking, Morgan vanished from the hall with this little dragon. As for where she went, it didn't really matter. After all, with her ability, there really wasn't any place in this Fairy Britain she couldn't go.
Because of the sudden changes in the sky, the fairies couldn't help but start worrying and suspecting what exactly had happened. It was simply as if a Calamity had appeared, but even if a Calamity appeared, it wouldn't shroud the entire island. And that roar that appeared suddenly... that trembling from the depths of their hearts was like encountering a natural predator.
It was as if the fangs of a top predator were already pressed against their throats. In the next moment, those sharp fangs would pierce their throats, spilling their fresh blood on this land. Barbaric and violent, yet so impossible to refuse. Under this kind of absolute power, their struggles seemed to have become extravagant hopes; they just had to wait to be crushed.
No matter how unwilling they were, the depths of their souls seemed to have already submitted.
Aurora looked at this hellish scene and couldn't help but start pondering: Will this cause any huge impact on my plan? But thinking carefully, if this matter truly overturned everything tremendously, then if she didn't achieve her goal as soon as possible, she probably wouldn't have any chance in the future.
Wasn't the predicament she faced the same as what that Queen faced?
Ultimately, everyone was still on the same starting line. Thinking of this, Aurora's suspended heart relaxed again. At the same time, she revealed a gentle smile and began to comfort her clansmen. Taking this opportunity, she could also farm a wave of favorability, making her clan more united. It was unknown whether Aurora was deceiving herself or if she truly hadn't thought about this one problem—
That is, the destruction of this Great Britain.
Of course, if Aslan wanted to destroy this Britain, he wouldn't care whether others had guessed such an outcome.
Unlike these panicked fairies, and that Queen who was ready for battle, the Mors, who were themselves part of the disaster, reacted completely differently. Upon sensing the power in the sky and hearing that roar, all Mors stopped their actions, choosing to stand up and raise their black claws high into the sky.
The King of Mors had died in battle during the Mors War back then. The existence that could now be called a powerful Calamity was this King, who could also be called a Calamity. Moreover, compared to the existence who should have been the Fairy King, the kingly temperament Aslan displayed now seemed a few degrees richer.
Even that Fairy King (Oberon), who had temporarily returned to the Forest of Forgetfulness, couldn't help but cover his cheeks with his hands, letting out a series of laughs.
"Haha... Hahahahahaha!! Hahahahahaha——!! Interesting! Too interesting! I didn't expect such a delightful thing to happen in this disgusting world. To actually choose to declare war on the entire Fairy Britain head-on? Hahahahaha!! So arrogant..."
Arrogant to the point that he couldn't help but feel admiration and respect. This was an ability and courage he didn't possess. Although he also had powerful strength at his disposal, before the Horned God fell, the Abyssal Worm had no way to awaken. But this was good too; he didn't need to feel disgusted by his own slightly nauseating behavior.
Look at his own body. Under that glamorous appearance, he was inherently an existence born beneath corpses...
Oberon suddenly curled the corners of his mouth and walked into the room where he temporarily resided. Then he took out a glass of fine wine, raised it high, and aimed it at the place where the powerful magical energy erupted. "Come, a toast to our King of Destruction!! Hahahahaha!!"
Under this powerful pressure, Fairy Knight Gawain, who was by Aslan's side, couldn't help but lower her body, bowing down before Aslan in the posture of a knight on one knee. Compared to those fairies bearing this power from afar, the power he was bearing right now was far higher than what those fairies imagined.
At the same time, the bloodline from the powerful Dragon Kind was also constantly suppressing the Mad Beast Blood within her body.
Artoria of this world, who was on the side, wasn't doing much better. If not for the staff in her hand emitting a glimmer of light that alleviated her pressure, this girl, who hadn't experienced any special growth environment, would probably have rolled her eyes and fainted directly. At this moment, she was the only spectator watching this King ascend the throne and be crowned at close range.
Consider it preferential treatment for her special identity as the Child of Prophecy.
A throne with coiling giant dragons also appeared behind Aslan. Aslan, whose eyes were tightly closed, opened them at this moment. A brilliant gold flashed past. However, the coercion brought by this gold made it impossible to look straight at. Even the Child of Prophecy couldn't help but turn her head away, not intending to meet Aslan's eyes.
Aslan opened his hands, looked at the black armor covering his body, and laughed softly. Then he clenched his hands, sensing that the power within his body was several times stronger than before. This was the power blessed by the land of this Fairy Britain.
"Now! I am Aslan Pendragon Vortigern!"