Woodwose looked at his sharp claws and the fresh blood on his teeth, then took a few steps back. The Queen before him said nothing, only gently stroked his fur. He already understood that this Queen had never deceived him, nor had she betrayed him. Instead, it was they, the fairies, who had thrust sharp blades into the Queen's heart and body time and time again.
"What... have I done..."
A series of footsteps sounded from the periphery of this palace. Although chaotic, these footsteps also carried the sound of metal clashing against the ground. Obviously, the ones arriving here at this time were not those Mors. Then who could it be?
"Hahahaha!! Looks like our plan succeeded!"
Spriggan rushed into this hall with the fairy army. Just as Morgan on the throne was preparing to use magecraft to eliminate all these rebellious subjects, Spriggan also saw through the Queen's intention. So he moved his body slightly aside, revealing Fairy Knight Tristan behind him.
Under Aslan's powerful attack and Aurora's magical seal, Fairy Knight Tristan was currently in an extremely weak state.
"Your Majesty, it's better for you to sit there steadily and not move. This way, we might spare this fairy."
Looking at Morgan's stiff body, a mocking smile appeared on Aurora's face. "I truly didn't expect that the Queen, whose heart is like ice and who seems to care about nothing, actually has someone she cares about. This is truly surprising."
Woodwose looked at the beautiful fairy with butterfly wings before him, opening his mouth slightly. At this moment, the expression on this beautiful fairy's face was completely different from his impression. Those eyes held mockery and joy, like watching an interesting farce, and the ending of the farce was just as she had expected.
"Aurora——!!! You b*tch!!"
Woodwose turned around and bared his sharp claws, preparing to tear this fairy apart, to tear apart this existence who had deceived him. However, before he could act, the expression on Aurora's face turned into disgust. Her tenderness with the fairy before her was feigned to begin with; she had no good feelings for such a beast. Now that he actually cursed her, who was so beautiful, there was no need to let this beast continue to live.
"I originally wanted to let you live a little longer, but this is the end. Thank you truly for your actions, the Queen's loyal dog."
After speaking, the magecraft buried within this loyal dog's body was detonated directly.
Woodwose spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and fell to the ground. He could feel his heart being completely crushed, and his life was draining away rapidly. In the final moment of his life disappearing, he could only focus his gaze on the Queen as much as possible.
I am a sinner...
Aurora glanced at Spriggan beside her. After dealing with the Queen, it would be time to deal with this arrogant man.
Aurora opened her hands forward, a smile appearing on her face. This smile was the confidence that her long-cherished wish was about to be completed, and also a mockery of the Queen before her!
"Charge, everyone! Drag the filthy Queen off this throne!"
The surrounding fairy soldiers shouted, then charged directly toward the Queen on the throne. However, before they could drag the Queen off the throne, cracks appeared at the top of this great hall. Subsequently, it collapsed directly. The half-dragonized Aslan stepped on these ruins and arrived directly in front of these fairies.
Those golden eyes swept directly over these fairies.
"Yo... dregs. Have you imagined what the consequences of interrupting a battle between Kings will be?"
The oppressive aura belonging to a Dragon diffused directly outward. One fairy after another, unable to hold on, knelt directly on the ground. Only then did Aslan find time to turn his head and glance at Queen Morgan, who had no intention of healing her injuries. His tone carried a bit of regret, but also no surprise. "Queen, looks like you lost. Then I'll take over this Britain."
Aslan raised his hand, then placed it directly on the ground. Subsequently, raging fire spread toward the surroundings. At this moment, he was Vortigern, he was Destruction, and he was the manipulator of this island.
Aurora looked at Aslan before her and gritted her teeth. "Melusine——! Stop him!!"
Passing through endless light, a black long lance stabbed directly toward Aslan's heart.
Sensing the incomparably familiar magical energy, Aslan sighed gently. To be honest, he really didn't want to fight the Melusine of this world. But his current strength was enough to suppress the Melusine of this world.
Compared to his wife, the one before him had a life of only a few hundred years.
Looking at the white-haired dragon before him, and then at the long lance that failed to break through his magical defense, Aslan finally sighed. He'd better leave this little one, who could be considered brainwashed, to his wife to persuade. At this time, it was better to let this little cutie sleep for a while. Don't blame him for being a bit rough.
To avoid any problems in the process of destroying this Britain, Aslan specially activated his "Avalon" for defense.
So he could completely ignore the attack of the dragon before him. "Sorry, just take a good rest."
Aslan reached out his hand forward, then grabbed the head of the Melusine of this world and smashed it directly onto the ground. Anyway, this wasn't his wife; the powerful force knocked the Melusine of this world unconscious directly. Finally, he threw her directly into his box.
"Alright, no one should stop me now."
Aslan's idea of destroying this Britain was very simple: treat this Fairy Britain directly as material and forge it into the raw embryo of a weapon. This island was constructed from the corpse of a Dragon, the corpses of fairies, and the corpse of the Horned God. Although these fairies made Aslan want to vomit, it had to be said that for a blacksmith, this was indeed a natural pile of materials.
So——Burn!
What remained here now were fairies who had no need to continue existing, or existences who could calmly walk toward destruction. In the burning of the fire, all things returned to the Origin. In the burning of the fire, all sins turned into nothingness. Finally, only fragments recording the sins, a failed Savior, and the story of a Queen who wanted to preserve this land remained.
Morgan came behind Aslan holding a little dragon. Watching this city-state gradually being swallowed by flames, and looking at those fairies, she ultimately couldn't help but raise her hand and cast magecraft on these unwilling fairies. One black awl after another pierced into their bodies, nailing them to the ground.
Kneeling on this ground and dying in the flames was enough to wash away the sins and disgusting nature on their bodies.
Fairy Knight Tristan crawled up from the ground. She glanced at Aslan, who was gradually turning this island into flames and materials, then walked stumblingly to the throne and leaned against the Queen. Even if this world was to be destroyed, she would choose to leave together with Queen Morgan. Even if it were hell, she would follow Morgan to the end.
The entire island was collapsing rapidly. In the Forest of Forgetfulness, Oberon leaned against a tree trunk, a smile on his face. Sensing the gradually collapsing island, he had a rare relaxed expression. Finally, he could be liberated from this vomit-inducing world.
Aslan watched the island before him gradually condense into his hand. Only after this world was left with nothing but the Void Sea did he nod. Then he flicked his cheap child's forehead hard.
"Let's go... Finally, we can have a good rest this time."
The space gate returning to his own world opened slowly. Aslan hummed a few tunes. After returning, he would forge this material, comparable to divine material, into weapons and equipment and give them to his child. If any problems arose in the future, he would let his cheap son solve them.
He hadn't had enough of the two-person world with Melusine yet. This cheap son who appeared unexpectedly should also learn to earn money to support the family himself.
Perfect.