It was as if one had just drunk a vial of stimulant, finished warming up, and was ready to go onto the field for a good fight, when suddenly the stimulant in the body was wiped out. The mental excitement hadn't subsided yet, but the body had already gone limp. It was simply like when one wanted to engage in some special exercise with one's lover, but went soft right at the beginning. Wouldn't that be stifling?
To be more specific, it was like you weren't quite capable yourself, so you relied on some external aids, but just as you were about to start, the external aids you used failed... What a tragic ending to a story.
Fairy Knight Tristan felt exactly like this. She was just preparing to show off her might, but her body went limp. An inexplicable sense of stifling frustration arose spontaneously from the bottom of her heart.
At the same time, that pair of golden eyes was thoroughly imprinted in her heart. Whenever she wanted to mobilize her magical energy, that pair of golden eyes would suddenly surface in the depths of her mind and interrupt her movements.
It was just like a seal.
If she couldn't obtain a more special identity, she probably wouldn't be able to break free from the influence of these eyes on her. Damn it!! She was the Princess of this Fairy Britain!!
Aslan withdrew his gaze and raised his other hand. Behind Aslan, the "Supreme Masterpiece" (Zeus) slowly emerged. Only this time, the entire red mecha was dyed with a touch of pitch-black, and the decorations on its body became a bit more ferocious, seemingly to reflect the young boy's current identity as a tyrant.
The two cannon muzzles of the Supreme Masterpiece aimed directly at the Fairy Knight before him. Then, without hesitation, magical energy was blasted outward. Immediately, a not-so-small explosion appeared in front of Aslan, and a burst of black smoke rushed slowly into the sky.
Fairy Knight Tristan flew backward out of the thick smoke. After rolling twice on the ground not far away, she slowly straightened her body. Although her combat experience was indeed insufficient compared to a certain dragon and a certain mad dog, she was still someone who had become a Knight of the Round Table. If she couldn't even take a bombardment like this, she would be too weak.
At the same time, a small hammer and an awl appeared in Fairy Knight Tristan's hands. The clothes on her body showed signs of being tattered. The black tiara originally worn on her head was completely shattered. Her pure white skin was stained with dust and blood.
"Tsk!"
Fairy Tristan aimed the awl in her hand at Aslan. At such a distance, even without hair and flesh, she could use her Noble Phantasm!
Since she couldn't break through this person's defense physically, she would try an attack that acted directly on the soul and spirit. "I'll disturb your fate! Fate is truly cruel, isn't it? It has nothing to do with being a good or bad person; as long as you are hated, everything ends here. Here, become trash!"
An existence like a Red Spider Lily appeared in front of Fairy Knight Tristan. Then, Aslan's image appeared on the Spider Lily. Fairy Knight Tristan's awl pressed directly against this image, and then she raised the small hammer in her hand high.
[Fetch Failnaught].
A magical strike that would definitely curse and kill the target no matter how far away they were.
However, it was a pity that the rank of this Noble Phantasm was truly a bit low...
When the blood-red magical energy transmitted to Aslan's body through this Noble Phantasm, it failed to cause any effect at all. That seemingly ferocious blood-red magical energy stabbed toward Aslan, who was sitting on the seat, like a long spear. However, it was directly shattered by the high-rank Magic Resistance on Aslan's body and that powerful outer shell belonging to the Dragon Kind.
Fairy Knight Tristan stared blankly at all this. To be honest, this exceeded her expectations somewhat. However, Aslan wouldn't stop just like that. The Supreme Masterpiece raised its arm again and grabbed the Fairy Knight before him directly in its hand. Subsequently, the entire arm began to change rapidly, and thrusters appeared on the mechanical arm.
Then, magical energy sprayed outward from the emission ports of the thrusters. Finally, the palm of the Supreme Masterpiece flew into the sky carrying this Fairy Knight. As for where she would fall, it was an unknown. At the same time, whether this Fairy Knight would still be alive was not important to Aslan. When landing, that Fairy Knight would definitely not be unscathed.
With this Fairy Knight no longer blocking the way, Aslan marched step by step toward the front line where the Mors were concentrated. At the same time, he did not conceal his magical energy at all. He was telling everyone that he was approaching them step by step. This could also be considered providing pressure to those fairies who were fighting against the Mors.
A boss appearing suddenly is called a jump scare. But watching an extremely powerful boss whom you cannot defeat approaching step by step is not a jump scare, but terror. It is like telling the enemy when they will die.
On the other side, the fairies of the Earth Clan were also watching the situation here from afar. After seeing Fairy Knight Tristan being sent flying directly, some of these fairies ran quickly after the launched fist, while others went to tell the current situation to their Clan Head. According to their Clan Head's calculating nature, he would probably make good use of this Fairy Knight.
Who knew to what extent the Clan Head would lead them? It had to be said that being able to climb to the position of Clan Head as a human, this Clan Head of the Earth Clan was indeed a talent. He also had a knack for winning people over; these fairies were willing to believe in him.
Meeting a person from the normal world, his way of thinking was still different from the fairies of this world. Under his leadership, many fairies had indeed obtained benefits, so it was normal to have many loyal confidants.
At the same time, Woodwose finally arrived at the front line of the battle against the Mors. Here, the fairy troops began to gather. Simultaneously, a Great Wall belonging to Fairy Britain was built. After all, if Mors touched ordinary fairies, the ordinary fairies might be infected, so naturally, they had to avoid contact between Mors and other fairies as much as possible.
This simple Great Wall composed of rubble and wood had already withstood several rounds of impact from the Mors. On this side of the Great Wall, there were also many injured fairies with blood flowing on their bodies. They should be thankful that the main engagement was conducted by the Fang Clan; otherwise, these fairies wouldn't just be injured, but would have turned into enemies of their former companions.
However, Aslan would be looking forward to seeing this.