At the same time, the Faerie Letters inscribed on Darnic's body also bloomed with light at this very moment. To be precise, these Faerie Letters had already begun to take effect from the very beginning. It was just that only now had they completely acted upon Darnic's head.
Darnic's speed of thought began to accelerate. In other words, for Darnic, the time in the real world would pass extremely slowly. But Darnic could only watch everything happen and recall all sorts of things, unable to change this predetermined ending. At this very moment, Darnic only felt that his thoughts were beginning to speed up, so he desperately wanted to try and move his own body.
But it was a pity. Although his brain had already issued the command, his body could not keep up with the speed at all.
The magical spear was constantly approaching the core of his head, but the pillar of light that was constantly surging from his chest was still destroying the core of that body part, ensuring that the core in his chest would not recover before the spear pierced through the core of his head.
This was simply like being told the date of your own death, but being able to do nothing at all, just waiting to die. Damn it! Why is this the result!!
Originally, this little trick of a magic was something Aslan had used on himself when he was stuck in a research slump. This way, he could break through the bottleneck that he had been unable to break through in the shortest amount of time. As the creator of this accelerated way of thinking, Aslan, of course, knew how to turn it off. But Darnic didn't.
This was completely different from being locked in a prison, where you are not told when your last day will be, but are only told an hour before the execution. Because even if you know you will die in an hour, you can at least leave behind a will, eat a good meal, and even make a final confession. Even if there is torment, it is only for an hour.
But the current Darnic was different. Besides experiencing death approaching little by little, he could do nothing else. In fact, he himself was for the sake of longevity, for the sake of living forever, for the sake of standing at the pinnacle of the world. At this very moment, besides constantly shouting in his head "Don't come any closer" and "I don't want to die," he had no other thoughts. In fact, Darnic didn't even have the mood to properly fantasize about what kind of scene it would be if he hadn't provoked Aslan and had successfully obtained the Holy Grail in the end.
Darnic turned his gaze to the ground. The young man whose eyes were glowing with a golden light, and who was still in the posture of having thrown the spear. That's right, it's this person. Why did such a guy have to appear in his life, in his world!
He didn't know how long his thoughts had passed. The holy spear finally touched the forehead of Adam's body. Darnic could clearly hear the sound of the rock on his forehead gradually cracking. Although he couldn't feel the pain, this was more terrifying to him than physical pain.
It's in! It's already in! Although he had no sense of pain, he could just feel so much pain... Get out! Pull it out! Why do I have to suffer like this? He was wrong. He knew where he was wrong!! As long as he could avoid death, he would do anything. He would not be arrogant, would not pursue power. As long as he could live!
It was a pity that everything was a foregone conclusion. No matter how much Darnic prayed to the heavens, it could not change the fact that his head was about to be pierced by the holy spear. Aslan did not have such great speed to now rush into the sky and stop the holy spear that was about to destroy the core of his head.
"Farewell. I hope that in this infinitely extending world, you have felt deep regret and fear. But even if you have felt regret and fear, what does that have to do with me?"
No matter how long this world was for Darnic, for Aslan, it was just a moment.
The silver light shot through the head of the giant Adam. After destroying the two cores, and without letting its feet touch the ground, the giant Adam's body began to turn into ordinary clumps of earth, falling from the sky.
Aslan seemed to have heard a loud shout at the end. "I don't want to die yet."
As for whose cry had entered his ears, Aslan didn't care at all. Anyway, he was in a happy mood now. As long as he was in a happy mood, then anything was worth it.
However, just after Adam was destroyed, the tentacles that had originally been excluded by Adam's aura began to stir restlessly again, surging towards Aslan and Achilles.
Looking at these tentacles, before Aslan could make a move, Achilles had already charged forward with his spear. The chariot that had been lying not far away also climbed up again. Although the chariot had been partially damaged, and even the three horses pulling it had been injured, it was clear that they could still continue to fight.
Achilles let out a soft whistle. The chariot came under his body again, carrying him to quickly cut off the surrounding tentacles.
"Go to the Hanging Gardens! I'll hold them off here! Don't you ask me if I can do it. I am the great hero Achilles! I will do what I say! What's more, to fight to the death is my life's long-cherished wish!"
Aslan looked at Achilles, who had turned to fight, and nodded lightly. He directly climbed onto the mecha and once again advanced in the direction of the Hanging Gardens.
On the flat ground directly in front of the Hanging Gardens, the battle between the Little Sun and Lucius had already reached a white-hot stage. But relying on the demonic armor he was wearing, Lucius had gained an advantage in this continuous battle.
After a clash, the Little Sun pulled back some distance. Lucius looked at the wound on the shoulder of the son of the Sun God before him, a smile on his face. "How is it? Can you still hold on?"
Karna didn't say much more, just once again aimed the sun spear in his hand at Lucius. Everything was self-evident. However, at this very moment, the sound of a helicopter's propellers came from the sky. The helicopter was not as intact as one might imagine. After all, under the siege of so many tentacles and Shantak birds, it had ultimately been affected to a certain extent.
At the place where Shishigou was about to crash, he said loudly to Mordred, "We're going to have to make a forced landing! I'll have to leave the rest to you!"
Mordred stuck her head out and glanced at Karna's position. She then directly grabbed Shishigou by the collar. "You can rest assured. I will absolutely guarantee you a safe landing. Let us just join the battle directly. I can't wait. The demonic sword in my hand is humming with excitement!"