In the upper levels of the Hanging Gardens, the clash between Aslan and Lucius continued. Originally, Lucius had just wanted to have a serious fight to let Aslan vent the annoyance in his heart. But as a result, the two of them got more and more into it. Or rather, it was rare to meet an opponent, so of course, they had to have a good workout, although this workout was very likely to be fatal. After all, every time the weapons in their hands clashed, they were aimed at the weak points of the other's body.
The golden holy sword and the red demonic sword clashed once again. The two pulled apart to the sides. Lucius looked at the golden-haired young man before him and his lips curled into a smile. In his eyes was a special emotion, a mixture of admiration, excitement, and respect. "I have to admit, I'm getting excited."
The holy sword in Aslan's hand drooped, and then erupted outwards once again. In the air, his body spun once with its own power, and then he swung down hard. Lucius, in turn, raised the demonic sword in his hand. Another loud bang. It was another clash of two treasured swords that truly existed in the world. The airflow rushed towards the ground and the sky.
In the blue sky above, a thin layer of clouds that had just barely gathered was, under this clash, instantly torn in two. Similarly, the ground that Lucius was standing on was also directly split in two by the power of the holy sword. The two of them fell directly into the split ground, into a corridor inside the Hanging Gardens.
The sleeping poison dragon was still constantly emitting poison gas. Therefore, this corridor also naturally had a thin layer of poison mist. However, because the two of them had fallen directly into this area, the not-so-dense snake venom had dispersed a few points.
But at this moment, the two who had fallen into a state of excitement both ignored the poison gas that could not have any effect on them at the moment. One was the Son of the White Dragon, the other a powerful Heroic Spirit summoned. Naturally, both had good resistance to negative statuses. As for being poisoned, let's talk about it again when this poison mist has become as dense as a liquid.
The sudden drain of so much magical energy from Lucius also attracted the attention of the old insect who was searching for the Greater Grail. Clearly, he had run into a strong enemy. He absolutely could not let a powerful Heroic Spirit obstruct him from realizing his long-cherished wish. Looking at the Command Spell for this Roman Emperor on his hand, there was only one left. When he gave the order, that Roman Emperor would have no relationship with him anymore. This was a very serious problem. This meant that the Roman Emperor would be able to make a move on him. As long as that Roman Emperor still had the magical energy to deal with him, he was afraid that Roman Emperor would come for him at the first opportunity.
If Lucius were to be standing by the side of this old insect now, listening to the thoughts in this old insect's heart, he would surely lick his lips with extreme disdain. Has his blood not been stirred? Or is the golden-haired young man he's been longing for not attractive to him anymore? To actually have to drop what he's doing and go find a very "bony" old insect like him. Was he mad, or did he have a problem with his aesthetics?
In any case, it was a good thing that the Roman Emperor of now did not know what a certain old insect was thinking. Otherwise, this Roman Emperor would probably have directly taken the treasured sword in his hand, turned his head, and gone to deal with a certain old insect.
The old insect looked at the Command Spell on the back of his hand, thought for a moment, and gave this Roman Emperor his final Command Spell order. "By my Command Spell, I order you, fight the enemy before you to the death, Lucius!!"
Lucius, who had been clashing with Aslan as a demolition master in the Hanging Gardens, suddenly stopped in his tracks. Aslan also, at this moment, sensed that the aura on the Roman Emperor before him was different. Lucius looked at his own palm, the magical energy in his heart eager to move. A wry smile appeared on his face. He turned his gaze to the location where the magical energy was coming from.
"To actually have me fight my dream lover to the death... you old bastard, you're really ruthless!!"
These words from Lucius were basically gritted out, one word at a time. At the same time, a flash of red light, like a lion having found its opponent, appeared in his eyes. If he could, he really wanted to bite that old insect to death. Even if eating that old insect would make him sick to his stomach. After all, to make him fight the person his heart was moved by to the death, what kind of tragic drama was this! This broken plot was probably something only Shakespeare would write.
It was unknown whether Lucius, if he knew that Shakespeare was in this Hanging Gardens, would directly transfer his anger to him. After all, the effect of Shakespeare's Noble Phantasm was to make the events that happened in this world develop according to the story he had written. Even if this broken plot was not arranged by Shakespeare, Lucius would probably still transfer his anger to him.
Aslan shook the holy sword in his hand. The brilliance of the holy sword forced back the surrounding ghouls that were preparing a sneak attack. After all, only these mindless things would rush over regardless of the enemy's strength, wanting to absorb fresh blood.
"It seems we have to fight..."
Aslan was actually a bit glad about the current result. Otherwise, he really wouldn't have known how to put a period on the matter with this Roman Emperor in this Holy Grail War. As for whether there would be a chance to meet again in the future, and how he should face this Roman Emperor at that time, let's talk about it then.
The current Aslan once again regretted a little why he had worn women's clothes back then and left behind such an unfortunate fate. The main thing was that he didn't know what kind of expression to use to face this man before him. Now, because of the old insect's order, the two of them had to fight to the death. Perhaps for his own buffer period, this was a good result. Under the circumstances where he had a near-absolute defense, he was the only one who could not possibly lose. Lucius did not have the power to break through his Avalon.
Lucius, upon hearing what Aslan had said, shook his head with some helplessness. Although he really wanted to stop his own battle preparations, the sharp blade in his hand was still aimed at Aslan. "To be honest, this makes me very unhappy. Doesn't this just mean that from me wanting to fight, it has become me having to fight, having to obey an order? I! Am the Emperor of Rome!"
This was a big problem with being a Servant. That is, once a Command Spell was issued, as long as you didn't have a high enough Independent Action ability and Magic Resistance, you would be unable to control your own body.
Aslan also saw the annoyance in the heart of the Roman Emperor before him. He thought for a moment and said to this emperor in an extremely serious tone, "Since that's the case, I will kill you in the next exchange!"