Although he really wanted to find some intelligent leaders for the Mors Legion, looking at the current situation, the IQ of these Mors really couldn't be considered high. Perhaps it was because the high-level Mors from the past had all been wiped out? Or maybe the IQ of these fairies wasn't high to begin with? So they looked silly and lacked rationality...
However, this was enough. Rather, the lack of a sufficiently rational existence to command these beings, which were akin to a mental virus, actually provided him with high command authority. This was best for stably executing his own ideas and making everything proceed according to his plan.
Although dictatorship can sometimes cause an organization or movement to head toward destruction, it must be said that there are also many cases where the destruction of an organization or nation is triggered by internal conflicts among those in power. Considering he was currently thinking about whether to temporarily take over his old father's identity, the current Aslan could totally be viewed as a tyrant. Since he was a tyrant, naturally, he had to be a dictator.
Watching the Black Knight being cornered bit by bit by the Mors, Aslan jumped down from the high building, followed by Fairy Knight Gawain. He prepared to meet the girl from the prophecy, and then tell that girl some truths she didn't know, as well as what the Mors were. If this girl was willing to follow him on his journey, that would be best.
If she wasn't willing, that was fine too. In short, as long as she didn't stand in his way, he could ignore everything this girl did.
Ector swung the sword in his hand constantly. He noticed that these Mors seemed to be herding him gradually into a dead end without attacking immediately. After all, he was a fairy who had followed the Savior on a long journey; the salt he had eaten was more than the rice most fairies had eaten (he was more experienced). He could naturally spot the anomaly with these Mors.
But why were these Mors doing this?
Although the Black Knight discovered that these Mors seemed to lack hostility toward him for the time being, he couldn't guarantee that these Mors would remain without the impulse to attack him. He was an ordinary fairy; once infected by these existences, he would inevitably become one of them. He hadn't fallen enough to lose his goal and his own heart yet.
If he turned into that pitch-black thing, people who knew him would laugh, right? The famous Black Knight who protected his companions turning into such a pitch-black thing? If people misunderstood that he had lost his original heart and goal... even if his remnant soul could reincarnate, he would definitely want to find a crack in the ground to hide in.
Sob sob, so wronged.
The expression on Ector's face slumped slightly, and then he sighed. He was completely cornered. Holding the greatsword horizontally in front of him gave him some sense of security. However, a black shadow flashed rapidly in his peripheral vision. Lifting his head to look above, a Mors opened its arms, holding a bizarre item in its hand, and pressed it directly down toward Ector's direction.
Black Knight Ector instinctively swung his sword upward. However, upon touching the light flashing from the instrument, the sword was rapidly sucked in. Without giving the Black Knight any reaction time, his entire arm was also sucked into the light.
The Black Knight immediately grabbed the wall with his other hand and dug his armor-like boots into the ground backward to increase resistance slightly. But these actions were completely useless. The powerful suction force constantly pulled his arm, and the light was even spreading along his arm.
In the Black Knight's view, if he had swung his arm to chop off the absorbed part immediately, he could have broken free from this light. But it was obviously too late now. After all, he couldn't chop off part of his chest; even as a fairy, losing a small half of his chest would certainly mean death.
If not for the fact that his sucked-in arm currently felt no pain, the Black Knight would have wondered if he was being turned directly into meat paste.
"Is there absolutely no chance for me to choose now?"
A bitter smile appeared on Ector's face. This was all he could do now. He sighed gently. The light had completely shrouded his upper body. Unable to break free, he might as well just give up. "I hope when I wake up, I won't have become a specimen."
When the light converged, an existence like a small box fell directly onto the ground. One of the Mors picked it up, stood up slowly, and then crawled rapidly toward Aslan's direction.
On the other side, the Artoria of this world hadn't left directly either. She injected magical energy into her staff and then greeted the Mors' faces directly with it. There was no other way; she hadn't learned or honed magical attack methods yet, so she could only act in this relatively primitive manner.
Fortunately, the staff in her hand was no ordinary object. Even with such a violent, barbaric, and primitive method, it could exert a good effect. The staff in her hand indeed forced back several Mors.
At the same time, the girl was constantly cheering herself on. Since they all said she was the Child of Prophecy, she had to show some appearance befitting the Child of Prophecy.
It's okay. Treat the staff in hand like a fork for handling thatch. Treat the tip of the staff like a sharp blade. I cannot abandon my friend. Go, Artoria! You can do it!
The girl took a deep breath. Just as she was preparing to fight desperately, the sound of applause came from the surroundings. Aslan, having put away a small box, arrived here. After seeing the girl's determination, he stopped the surrounding Mors. Then, with both hands in his pockets, he carefully admired the "beautiful scenery" of the burning flames here.
"For this filthy world, this is truly a beautiful scene, isn't it? O Fairy from Paradise, I think you should have sensed the inherent selfishness of these fairies. Except for a few fairies, they simply do not deserve to live in this world... They are simply like pests entrenched on these leaves."
Golden dragon eyes glanced gently at this Child of Prophecy. A powerful sense of oppression and a bizarre feeling crushed directly onto her body.
Is the person before me a villain? The girl instinctively assumed a defensive posture. Look at the existence before her: a bizarre sense of oppression, surrounded by a black aura, and those black monsters seemed to be guarding this guy. Wasn't this the character design of a Big Villain?!
Although the girl looked very calm on the outside, she had actually swallowed a mouthful of saliva by now. The little person in her heart was also constantly roaring in panic.