Inside the passage, the Heroic Spirits arrived at a place resembling a front hall. This front hall was naturally not as safe as imagined, nor did it have anyone to welcome them. Instead, there were only magical beasts constantly gathering here. If the level of these magical beasts were a bit higher, Aslan might have happily taken out his forging hammer, preparing to harvest a batch of forging materials.
Unfortunately, these magical beasts were inferior even to the rocks infected by the 72 Demon God Pillars. Their level was so low that Aslan didn't even have the interest or thought to forge them.
The forging of weapons is like the creation of artwork; it requires passionate emotion within the heart to create better equipment and weapons. Facing ordinary materials, there was naturally no passion during the forging process.
Things forged without passion were just garbage made casually. In Aslan's view, such garbage was disposable weaponry. At the very least, once these things were thrown out, Aslan wouldn't think of retrieving them. At the same time, it was nearly impossible for such weapons to give birth to their own souls and wisdom.
Regarding the matter of these weapons being casually discarded, the Golden Sword of Certain Victory, or rather the Sword of Glorious Victory, felt wave after wave of joy. As early as 1,500 years ago, when Aslan obtained other weapons and equipment, the Sword of Glorious Victory would emit whining sounds.
Although 1,500 years had passed, and it wouldn't scream and whine like an abandoned little girl anymore, it still didn't want Aslan to focus too much on other weapons. During this period, the Sword of Glorious Victory had been conducting intimate and cordial exchanges with the Emperor Sword that Lucius had handed over to Aslan.
Compared to the Sword of Glorious Victory, which kept greeting it with sweet words, the Demonic Sword stuffed into Aslan's hands by Lucius, representing the ruler of the Roman region, was relatively cold. It seemed unwilling to reply to the Sword of Glorious Victory's words.
regarding this point, while feeling stifled, the Sword of Glorious Victory also felt a bit of displeasure and anger.
However, because Aslan lived in the real world and didn't summon the Holy Sword and Demonic Sword often, he wasn't very clear about the communication between these two weapons.
Perhaps because he forged more and more weapons, Aslan could gradually understand what these spiritual weapons were saying. If he knew that the Sword of Glorious Victory in his hand was this noisy, he would definitely lock it directly in his Mystic Code to reflect properly for a period, and during this time, he would focus on using the Holy Lance.
But if he did that, the Sword of Glorious Victory would probably roll on the ground and whine like an awkward little girl, just as it did back in the era 1,500 years ago.
In short, in this special front courtyard, Aslan rarely summoned the Sword of Glorious Victory, which hadn't appeared for a long time. This golden Holy Sword emitted wave after wave of humming in Aslan's hand. At the same time, magical energy spread to the surroundings. That golden magical energy shot out like flying daggers, directly decapitating several magical beasts.
Napoleon looked at this weapon and raised his eyebrows slightly. Although the relationship between France and Britain was, how should one put it, somewhat like a hereditary feud, Napoleon still had to say loudly that he envied Britain for having so many high-level precious swords.
However, France should actually have a decent Demonic Sword left, which was the one in Mordred's hand. After all, that Demonic Sword was the one belonging to the ruler of the Gaul region, which King Arthur looted from the Roman Governor of Gaul after conquering the location. If France became independent later, wouldn't this Demonic Sword seem to symbolize the glory of the King of France?
Good heavens, so Mordred is the King of France. Understood, understood.
In any case, since Aslan had taken action, the others couldn't possibly stand idle. Especially the Great Witch of Britain, Morgan, who wanted to rush to the Demon Gods early and beat them up severely. Raging flames burned directly forward, turning a large number of magical beasts into ashes. Just as Aslan didn't intend to use these magical beasts' bodies as materials, Morgan had no interest in raising one or two pets.
Of course, the most important thing was that no pet was as fun as her own sister.
Fortunately, Artoria didn't know what Morgan was thinking right now. Otherwise, it would be: I treat you as a sister, but you treat me as a pet to raise? Heh, what an interesting family relationship. Combined with the relationship between the two that had been repaired with great difficulty, it was better if neither side noticed such things. Otherwise, the next round of the Holy Grail War would probably be an internal campaign of the King Arthur family.
Of course, it was also possible that before facing the Demon God Pillars, there would be a scene where a golden Holy Lance collided with a black magical Holy Lance falling from the sky. At that time, Aslan would be caught right in the middle again. After all, one was his nominal younger female cousin, and the other was his nominal older female cousin. Although he learned magecraft from Morgan, Merlin had also taken care of him quite a bit during those 1,500 years.
Ultimately, he had to give way for Merlin's sake. Of course, the mistakes Merlin committed were a separate matter. Even if he thanked Merlin, it didn't hinder Aslan's thought of forging Merlin directly into a weapon. It would just be that, for the sake of Merlin having helped him before, he would forge that weapon to be a bit prettier, a bit more magnificent, and a bit more powerful, allowing it to go down in history.
He would let everyone know that the Great Magus Merlin not only possessed powerful magical strength and swordsmanship strength but could also become an excellent weapon after being taken out.
Just as a large number of magical beasts were being eliminated, a whip looking like a Demon God Pillar swung rapidly from the distance. It coiled around the surrounding pillars and threw them toward the group of Heroic Spirits. Although the decorative pillars here were used to show off status, they could also be used as weapons when necessary. At least, that was the situation right now.
Aslan raised his other hand. The dragon blood in his body boiled slightly. While his pupils turned golden, he caught the thrown pillar steadily. After all, such weight counted for nothing.
Aslan threw the pillar in his hand to the side and was just about to raise his hand to swing the sharp sword in his hand in the direction of the attack. However, after seeing who the attacker was, he couldn't help but stop his attack.
"Hehehe... As expected of Onii-sama. Sure enough, an attack like this is nothing to you, hehehe."
A series of laughter rang out. Purple hair fluttered in the wind, and a pair of eyes carried an unimaginably red hue. Her entire person looked as if she had turned into a yandere. It was completely different from her usual cold, emotionless personality.