Lucius, looking at Aslan's extremely serious expression, was first stunned, then a serious and relaxed expression appeared on his face. "Alright, then you shall kill me."
Lucius still had a certain degree of confidence in his own strength. At the same time, he did not know about Aslan's ultimate defensive Noble Phantasm. Therefore, he was still a little worried that he would kill Aslan, especially under the current compulsory order of the Command Spell. Therefore, this sentence of his could also be considered a promise, that he would absolutely not lay a killing blow on Aslan.
And on the contrary, he would let Aslan kill him. It was just a matter of fighting with all his might. To some extent, didn't this also mean that he could reveal more openings because he was going all out?
Lucius considered himself the Emperor of Rome, so even in the relationship between him and Aslan, he should be the one on top. The one on top has their responsibilities. Making one's partner happy and satisfied was also one of these responsibilities. He was thinking about what he should do next to make the golden-haired young man before him feel satisfied, and at the same time, not feel that he had gone easy on him when he killed him.
As for whether this young man would be sad because of his death, from the current situation, he probably wouldn't. Lucius could still see that he had not completely conquered the golden-haired young man before him. It had to be said that this made him a little sad.
But sadness was sadness. He would not give up on what he had set his mind on. To have failed to conquer this golden-haired young man meant that his own charm was not yet enough. He could still become more charming and attractive. One day, he would use his own charm and personality to conquer his beloved. And before that, everything was just the wind and rain before the rainbow. Even if this wind and rain, perhaps... would never stop for a lifetime.
The demonic sword held high in Lucius's hand was beating like a living heart. The pulse created layers of magical energy. The red magical energy shot up into the sky, seeming to have the power to tear heaven and earth apart. However, it was also under the surge of this powerful magical energy that the magical energy backlash Lucius received was also very great.
During this time, Lucius needed to stand in place. If someone were to launch a sneak attack at this time, it would surely be a one-hit kill.
Lucius also constantly used his eyes to signal Aslan to take this opportunity to come up and stab him. But Aslan just had a confident smile on his face. This smile made Lucius's mouth twitch. You're not rushing up now to finish me off? Are you going to look for another chance?
Aslan walked forward step by step. At the same time, he extended his own hand. A golden scabbard slowly appeared, and then turned into crystal-like gems. These gems formed a shield, and then blocked in front of Aslan.
The treasured sword in Lucius's hand also, under the effect of the Command Spell, swung down. That dazzling red pillar of light tore through the sky. After it fell, it would surely destroy this Hanging Gardens again. As for what would happen to the others after they had withstood this blow, and how much money the subsequent repairs would cost, that was not something Lucius and Aslan needed to consider.
Looking at the Noble Phantasm release he had swung down, there was surprise and worry in Lucius's eyes. My beloved should be fine, right? Because of the damned Command Spell, he had no way to hold back so much. The magical energy would surely be vented outwards in its most sufficient and violent state.
The next moment, a smile appeared on Lucius's face, because he saw that the seemingly fragile crystal wall was not destroyed at all. On the contrary, the magical energy he had swung out was reflected back in his own direction. The armor on his own body also began to resist this attack, which was originally his own, with all its might. It was just that after the fully released Noble Phantasm was reflected back, even this armor, which was also a Noble Phantasm, had no way to completely defend against it. Under this red magical energy, it gradually shattered.
"[Avalon: The Everdistant Utopia]... If one cannot crush the pursuit and dreams of beauty in people's hearts, then this is a defense that will never be broken. And I will forever stand in an invincible position."
Squish—!
The golden holy sword pierced through Lucius's body, conveniently destroying his spiritual core. At the same time, it also stained the golden holy sword with a touch of blood.
The magical energy, which had been incomparably violent all along, became calm at this moment. The entire Hanging Gardens also fell into a rare silence.
Lucius raised his own hand. His bloody palm touched Aslan's face. Aslan lifted his own head, looking at the Roman Emperor before him. The muscles on his body visibly stiffened for a moment. Then he saw the red demonic sword that Lucius was handing to him.
"Well done. I underestimated you... Ahahahaha—!! As expected of the man I've set my sights on. This emperor's sword should still be kept by you for now. The next time we meet, no... when I have conquered you, you can then return this sword to me. But no matter how you refuse, in my heart, you are destined to be the empress of Rome!"
After Lucius finished speaking, before Aslan could respond, his entire person turned into magical energy and disappeared directly, looking as if he were fleeing. Perhaps he had already foreseen that if he waited for Aslan to react, he would probably get a fist to the head.
Aslan looked at the red demonic sword stuck in the ground before him. To leave this demonic sword here, it always felt like there would be a problem. But to put it away himself, it also seemed to have some problems. Most importantly, when Melusine smelled the scent on his body, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for a week. And he would probably have to buy some more aphrodisiac food.
Sometimes it was really hard to imagine. She was clearly a dragon, so why was she more fierce than any other creature when she got jealous? Could it be that the dragon race was just this kind of existence?
Aslan placed his hand on the demonic sword before him. Perhaps because Lucius had given him his identity, Aslan was surprised to find that he could actually operate this demonic sword and perform a Noble Phantasm release. Did this not mean that he had one more Noble Phantasm? As a blacksmith, he really couldn't refuse a high-grade piece of equipment that had acknowledged him as its master. That Roman Emperor had really grasped his weakness.
He turned his head to look at his cheap junior not far away. A slightly surprised expression appeared on Mordred's face. She had not expected that this Roman Emperor would have such feelings for her own cheap great-uncle. She was a little shocked.
Aslan had not yet relaxed when he suddenly sensed Melusine's magical energy. This meant that Melusine had also started fighting!