If one is always on the opposing side, the more problems the enemy has, the better. Moreover, these fairies aren't objects of mutual appreciation between heroes. Discussing heroism with these fairies would be beneath his dignity as a tyrant, not to mention he already feels deep despair towards them.
Would you go see an opponent you don't care about and who has already felt despair before launching the final war? You probably wouldn't be in the mood; you'd just prepare to rush up and fight. After all, when you've had enough of an enemy, the only thing you want to do is end it all early and never see that person again in this lifetime, right?
It must be said that under Aslan's suppression, with the power of the entire island mobilized, accompanying Aslan's continuous forward movement and the constant expansion of what could be considered his range of control, the combat power of the Mors on the land Aslan has walked upon is also constantly increasing.
As Aslan was about to reach the front line, these Mors originally fighting on the front line would also receive a massive degree of encouragement and enhancement. It was simply as if they had taken stimulants, or as if they were situated within their own BGM. That dense black magical energy seemed capable of toppling this makeshift Great Wall at any time, capable of turning all fairies into their likeness at any time.
Although the Mors had no way to quickly break through this makeshift Great Wall, in Aslan's eyes, this thing didn't count as anything at all. Moreover, the Holy Lance in his hand, because it once possessed the legend of destroying four cities in a single strike, possessed powerful destructive power against Fortresses. Even if these fairies chose to dig gullies and use moat-like defenses to stop them, choosing such a form... didn't that just happen to run right into Aslan's specialty?
Woodwose was standing on the city wall commanding the fairies to quickly deploy defenses. He also brought the defensive magic items obtained from Camelot, which were magical energy cannons, preparing to install these cannons in fixed positions. Just as these cannons settled onto the city wall, Aslan's powerful magical energy covered this area.
It was like a pitch-black tide surging directly toward their defenses. Because of their beast-like mentality, these fairies of the Fang Clan were more sensitive to danger; their fur involuntarily stood on end. Some of the weaker ones were already chattering their teeth constantly. They felt that if they continued to stand here, the scythe of death was already placed against their throats.
At this moment, they didn't even dare to swallow their saliva, as if a gentle movement of the throat would cause the blade of the scythe to slice through their blood vessels. And undoubtedly, they would turn into cold corpses.
Perhaps if the psychological endurance of these fairies were a bit more fragile, Aslan wouldn't even need to act; they might just scare themselves to death. After all, the current Aslan was far too much stronger than the King of Mors from back then.
Woodwose narrowed his eyes and vaguely saw Aslan's figure. Sensing the magical energy that surpassed his own, he immediately raised his hand and issued orders to the surrounding fairies. At the same time, he constantly burst forth with his own aura, hoping to use this momentum and power to wake these fairies up.
"Don't just stand there! If you don't really want to welcome death, then counterattack immediately!! Fire! Fire immediately——!"
Accompanying Woodwose's shout, the surrounding cannons condensed magical energy and fired toward Aslan's location. And facing such attacks, Aslan finally stood up. It wasn't that he placed much importance on such attacks, but rather that the current moment was relatively special.
Aslan didn't intend to waste too much time with those fairies here. In fact, Woodwose didn't want to focus all his energy here either. This loyal dog also hoped to quell the chaos of Mors early and then turn north to crusade against those Northern Fairies who had already dispatched troops.
In fact, ever since the Next Generation Queen was born, the Northern Fairies had taken up arms again and began a confrontation with Camelot. Now could be considered a seized opportunity.
At the same time, the Artoria of this world was also constantly approaching the territory of the Northern Fairies. She and the current Next Generation Queen could be considered best friends, so she also understood that within that Queen's city, under her best friend's command, there must be many fairies worth saving. After all, her Fairy Eyes had helped her so many times, so she believed in her judgment of people.
As long as that best friend of hers hadn't changed.
This was also the reason why Woodwose brought a portion of the shells directly from Camelot to the front line. In fact, this loyal dog had never imagined that the entire Fairy Britain was already in such a precarious situation. In fact, it wasn't just this; two ambitious individuals were also restless, but those two were waiting to pick the peach at the very end and were not in a hurry to stand under everyone's gaze right now.
Watching the magical energy shells falling from the sky, Aslan slowly opened his arms and flapped downward. In an instant, they transformed into White Dragon wings, carrying him directly into the sky. And in mid-air, Aslan transformed directly into the form of a White Dragon. This was the first time Aslan had completely turned himself into the appearance of a dragon.
Just flying into the sky and spreading his wings, then bursting forth with a breath of dragon fire, that black flame completely covered the magical crossbow bolt attacks in the sky. All attacks coming from the fairies vanished just like that; the lifeless pitch-black magical energy was constantly rolling.
At the same time, the White Dragon circled rapidly once in the sky and changed back to Aslan's form. Except for the wings behind his back and the tail, the other parts had changed back to human form. A Holy Lance appeared in Aslan's hand.
Unlike a half-hearted release performed using life force, Aslan intended to use his own magical energy to thoroughly liberate the Divine Lance he had long since mastered, destroying this defense line in one stroke!
"Go——! Crush everything——!!"
Like a meteorite falling from the sky, Woodwose knew he had to think of a way to block it. Otherwise... the collapse of the battle line would be unstoppable! At that time, his sin...
But obviously, Woodwose seemed to have overestimated himself somewhat, or perhaps it was destined that he would fail under the attack of the Holy Lance. Accompanying the diffusion of magical energy, this simple Great Wall ultimately returned to dust.
And Woodwose, who had suffered severe injuries and basically had only one breath left, was carried away by Aurora's subordinates who were lying in ambush nearby.