Aslan moved forward all the way, playing with several boxes in his hands. These boxes contained a large number of fairies and humans he prepared to take to the New World. Incidentally, he also stuffed Fairy Knight Gawain and the Artoria of this world into the boxes. After all, to avoid some unnecessary things from happening.
What if these people suddenly popped out to block his way at a critical moment?
So he might as well collect them into the boxes early on. Incidentally, he also collected the Queen's Army that came to defect to him into the boxes. Of course, not everyone in the Queen's Army was qualified to go to the New World. If they refused to obey, he would just suppress them with violence.
"All decisions must be listened to me. If you want to die a little later, stop your nonsense. Everything I, Aslan Vortigern, say is correct. If there is a mistake, please refer to the previous rule."
Accompanying Aslan's step-by-step approach, Morgan's clones also stood on the city wall. Two powerful magical energies rushed into the sky. The gloomy dark clouds, like Order, and the powerful destructive force full of destructive power were constantly colliding with each other. At the place where the magical energies collided and rubbed against each other, lightning of two colors was constantly flashing with inviolable majesty.
On the periphery of this battlefield, Aurora stood outside the Royal City, watching the constantly colliding dark clouds in the sky. The smile on her face revealed a somewhat forced expression. The power possessed by these two Kings was truly a bit scary. Even though she had obtained the power of her ancestors, she had no way to clash with these two Kings.
Moreover, this power had also been worn down over the long years. Time and years are the most difficult forces to resist. In the distant past, the Queen of this world would also choose to sleep in order to resist the appearing Calamities for this Fairy Britain once every millennium. Otherwise, even for a long-lived species, more than six thousand years would be enough to crush a person's consciousness.
Even Aslan would choose to seal a part of unnecessary memories deep in his mind or in other items. But the Morgan of this world did not have such ability, or rather, did not choose to do so. Moreover, the fairies of this world did not provide this King with any happy memories; instead, it was blow after blow and despair.
If Morgan had been ruling this world while awake all the time, she would probably have become even more cold and ruthless by now. The current Morgan still had other emotions and hadn't completely degenerated into a machine-like existence. This was already a matter worthy of respect.
"Outsider, White Dragon preparing to destroy this world! This is my kingdom; it is not your turn to interfere. Leave quickly and return to your world. Otherwise, in the name of the Winter Queen, I will suppress you and this world!"
The wind pressure caused by the entanglement of the power of both sides blew up the Queen's black veil slightly. That Queen's cold eyes stared at the Tyrant before her. Although she spoke such words, her eyes and expression did not show any emotional fluctuations.
Aslan just smiled gently, then waved his hand. "That won't do. I have already made a choice. I must destroy this Fairy Britain. After all... this world is truly too nauseating and disgusting!"
Aslan stood up and aimed the sharp blade in his hand at the Queen before him. "Such a disgusting kingdom is simply not qualified to be crowned with the name of Great Britain. More or less, we people from parallel worlds also have our own pride and bottom line! By keeping such a Britain in this world, who are you trying to disgust? Disgust yourself, or disgust us?!"
The Queen clenched the staff that looked like a long lance in her hand. She knew that this battle of ideals would not result in any peace talks. So she turned the spearhead directly. Black magical energy condensed in the sky above, falling directly toward Aslan's direction like the release of a powerful Noble Phantasm.
Aslan adjusted the blade in his hand and swung it upward. With just this swing, the black magical energy was like a roaring giant dragon, biting straight toward the falling long lance. After a burst of violent collision, the two attacks in the sky dissipated without a trace.
The current Aslan could easily withstand such attacks no matter how many times.
"Is this all? Queen? If it's like this, you won't be able to protect this land——!!"
Magical energy erupted under his feet. In the next moment, Aslan arrived on the city wall. The sharp blade in his hand swung directly forward. The Queen's clone standing on the city wall immediately adjusted the weapon in her hand. At the same time, a heart-shaped magical energy gathering appeared in her hand. Obviously, this was a magic spell similar to a curse, preparing to crush the heart of the Tyrant before her directly.
Aslan opened his eyes wide. A burst of pressure surged out from his golden eyes. At the same time, the Magic Resistance on his body reacted quickly to this situation. Although there was pain in his heart, it certainly wouldn't go as far as his heart exploding directly.
And the blade in his hand swung effortlessly, cutting through everything before him. Accompanying the explosion of magical energy, the puppet pinched out by this Queen with magical energy exited the stage directly just like that. As for the other clones, facing Aslan alone, they naturally wouldn't be opponents either. Immediately, those clones began to tighten the defense line, and this gave Aurora a chance to advance forward.
Although Aslan didn't quite understand the Queen's action of protecting Fairy Britain before him—after all, this Fairy Britain had already become disgusting to such a state, why protect it?—stopping his advance with such full effort was enough to show the firmness of the Queen's thoughts before him.
From this point, Aslan respected the Queen before him. Watching the four Queen's clones surrounding him, as well as the seal-like magecraft prepared in their hands, Aslan also got ready for battle. Although there was some pressure, these clones before him were still unable to stop his steps forward.
However, before the sharp blade in Aslan's hand could fall, the clones before him flickered twice and turned directly into magical energy.
This Queen's main body in the palace was attacked!
Otherwise, these clones wouldn't have disappeared just like that.
On that throne, fresh blood dripped onto the floor, blooming into flowers of blood one after another. Morgan reached out her hand and stroked the fur of the loyal dog before her. She said nothing, but there must be some stinging pain in her heart, right? It was just that her heart, which had long been thoroughly chilled by the fairies' actions, would no longer show sorrow and despair because of such stinging pain.