To some extent, it could be said that birds of a feather flock together. The Morgan of this world and the Morgan of his own world shared similarities. And the Morgan of his own world was his relative, so Aslan and the Queen currently ruling this Fairy Britain also shared some similarities: that is, for this world that has already despaired, there is no need for gentle persuasion anymore...
Ruling with one's absolute will is the true principle!
Letting this group of fairies or humans develop on their own would only endlessly repeat the tragedies that have already happened. No need to care about what these knights had to say. Aslan gently brought his hands together, and subsequently, the instrument containing a large number of lives was stored by Aslan into his own space. Only a long lance shimmering with light remained on the ground.
Looking at this Holy Lance, whose reason for birth in this world was unknown, Aslan opened his hand and took it into his grasp. This lance could fuse with the Holy Lance he possessed, increasing the rank of his Noble Phantasm. Anyway, this world was destined for destruction. If he didn't collect this weapon and let it be destroyed along with the world, it would be somewhat of a pity.
However, now was not the time to do this. It was better to resolve this Fairy Britain before him decisively. Since this lance was in his hands now, it wouldn't be destroyed upon returning to his original world. A weapon completed in haste certainly wouldn't be as excellent as a weapon completed steadily.
Aslan thought for a moment, and several boxes appeared in his hand again. He tossed these boxes gently onto this land. This land would carry these boxes to where they needed to go, packing all the remaining humans here into the boxes. At the same time, another portion of the boxes would move to other places, continuously collecting humans.
Now wasn't the time to consider who should be saved and who shouldn't. If those humans who couldn't live after leaving Jinling (their comfort zone) wanted to choose death upon reaching the new world, then just let them die. Whether to save these people was his business, but what kind of ending these people chose was their own business.
Anyway, it was because he found it troublesome that he took them all away. If he still had to satisfy these guys' demands, he might as well just let these people perish along with the demise of this Fairy Britain.
His actions were merely the final mercy. As for having done what he should and ought to do, whatever happened to the rest was none of his business. Anyway, these humans had a lifespan of at most 30 years. At worst, he wouldn't return to the Inner Side of the Planet during this time; he'd wait until all these people died off before doing anything else.
Strictly speaking, this was a battle between a Calamity and the fairies. Although it would still be some time before the once-in-a-millennium Calamity descended, one more wouldn't hurt. He needed to head to the Mors front line now. Currently, compared to the number of fairies, there were still somewhat few Mors. Once they truly faced the fairies' army, although difficult to exterminate, there was also a possibility of being suppressed and eliminated.
What he needed to do was head to the front line and stall those powerful fairies. Although there were probably few powerful fairies left. Fairy Knight Lancelot was destined not to participate in this war against the Mors because that woman, Aurora, in order to cause severe attrition to the Queen's army, would inevitably not let strong individuals go to support.
Then the only ones the enemy could bring out now were Fairy Knight Tristan and that loyal dog. As for Fairy Knight Gawain and the Child of Prophecy by his side, Aslan also knew clearly that they would find it difficult to attack their former companions for a time. Since that was the case, he might as well give them a portion of the boxes for collecting fairies and the boxes for collecting humans.
Before he approached the capital city named Camelot, it should be a case of "King does not see King." Therefore, whether he had generals or not didn't matter. Presumably, that Queen was still having a headache right now; that Horned God, who had once destroyed Great Britain once and had begun to become active, was coming.
It was difficult to advance the battle and search for fairies and humans suitable for the new world simultaneously. Plus, since some people didn't intend to go onto the battlefield, he might as well dump these trivial matters on these few people. Hello, me, hello everyone. At the same time, such a choice allowed no refutation or raising of opinions—this was the tyrant's decision.
As for the Morgan from Aslan's world, she chose to watch the fire from the other side of the river. Since her self in this world had already made a decision, and since this world still had "herself," there was no need for her to interfere personally. Moreover, there were some differences in philosophy between them.
However, it was true for that Queen of this world. From the moment she arrived on this land, this land had already burdened the initial resentment. And that Queen, no matter what, grew up on this land, so it was understandable that she would choose to continue loving this land no matter what.
Because Morgan lived on normal land, feeling the land's equal universal love for both fairies and humans, if one day her Britain turned into such a state, she would definitely give this benevolent mother liberation, and then follow this benevolent mother to leave together.
Perhaps it was also related to the growing environment. She lived with normal fairies and normal humans, had seen human evil, and also seen human good. But this world was filled with nothing but malice.
Even Morgan marveled at this point; it was truly rare for such a world to be born.
After sending away Fairy Knight Gawain and the Child of Prophecy, Aslan simply released some beast-type mechas he had forged. Subsequently, the throne beneath him rose slowly and thoroughly formed a chariot moving forward constantly with these mechas.
Also on the path Aslan must take to advance, a fairy with blood-red hair wearing red clothes had a look of disgust on her face. "Truly disgusting existences. Like this, won't I be unable to collect the heels I like at all? But if I eliminate you, I can get praised, right? Then it's not unacceptable, hehehe."
However, having said that, it was absolutely impossible for a noble princess like her to touch these disgusting guys with her hands.
Slowly opening her hand to the side, a black bow and arrow shaped like a harp appeared in her hand. Compared to the longbow in the hands of the real Tristan, the weapon in this Fairy Knight of the Round Table's hand really looked a bit like a child's toy, or a craft item played with by girls.
But even so, this weapon still played the song of death.
It was simply like playing a game, or seemingly stepping to a perfect dance. Fairy Knight Tristan dodged to the side, then gently plucked the strings in her hand. Subsequently, magical energy like fresh blood quickly cut wounds on the bodies of these Mors like beast claws; some wounds even struck fatal locations directly.
No matter how much Mors looked like demons, they were actually creatures transformed from living existences. Since they were transformed from living creatures, to some extent, they still counted as organic matter and existences with physical bodies. So these injured Mors let out wails. It was just that the sound of these wails only made Fairy Knight Tristan even more delighted.
Of course, if these Mors could actually spill fresh blood, the Fairy Knight at this moment would be even happier and more excited. As mentioned before, to ensure this Fairy Knight obtained a lifetime of health and happiness, the Fairy Knight before him was endowed with a cruel and willful personality as a wish.
Just as the Queen expected, the little princess before him possessed an innocent cruelty. Or rather, this little princess didn't consider her cruel behavior a mistake. Although Aslan could understand the sorrow of having been abused by those fairies in the past, because of the cruelty of this little princess before him, Aslan would absolutely not take her to the new world.
Perhaps he would even teach her a harsh lesson after meeting her.
"What kind of things are these? So rustic! More disgusting than pigs... Aside from being able to scream, do they have any value at all?"
After dismembering a few Mors, this Fairy Knight raised her eyes and focused her gaze on the place where the magical energy was richer, which was Aslan's location. Fairy Knight Tristan looked at the location of that dense magical energy and licked her lips gently. That should be where the King of these Mors was, right?
That King should be very different from ordinary Mors, right? She hoped that King had a pair of decent heels. That way, she could add another incomparably precious item to her collection. At the same time, that King with powerful magical energy should also have fresh blood that could be spilled on the ground, right? She really wanted to see what kind of scene it would be when the fresh blood of a creature with such a special identity was spilled on the ground.
However, these Mors swarming up were really annoying. Even if she was polluted by that blackness, she would turn into this monster with zero aesthetic sense, right? It was a pity that her Noble Phantasm attack required hair or flesh and blood to unleash a curse-like attack. And these pitch-black things... let alone collecting hair and flesh and blood, she didn't want to touch these disgusting things at all!
"Forget it, leave these guys to those dogs... After all, they are just some inferior products; I don't want to get serious~"
Fairy Knight Tristan put away the bow and arrow in her hand, looked at the lack of fresh blood spilled on the ground by the Mors ahead, then looked at her own shoes and sighed gently. Subsequently, the shoes on her feet changed instantly. The area touching the ground became narrower, and the entire boot became higher.
Although she hadn't communicated with a certain scumbag yet, this fairy's characteristic of liking shoes could already be somewhat seen from this.