Aslan narrowed his pupils. Abby's current state was a bit strange. It looked a bit like the situation in the Imaginary Scramble sea battle in his memory, where Van Gogh had let her own body continuously change. Half of Abby's body had already shown signs of assimilating with this bizarre world. At the same time, a large number of tentacles had appeared. The ends of these tentacles were purple, but the further they extended, the more they resembled a seven-colored light.
Then, behind Abby, the form these tentacles extended into was like half of a bizarre, magnificent gate. And Abby was the keyhole and the key in that gate. At the same time, the other half of Abby's body also had a tendency to change into this form. If Abby were to completely turn into a gate, what would she become? And when the gate opened, what would this world become?
Aslan's ears heard the voice of Semiramis. The Empress of Assyria, who had peeked at something she shouldn't have, had not yet recovered her state. To be able to stably control the entire Hanging Gardens now, to avoid being further eroded by the power of that Outer God, was already her limit. It was a good thing that she, an assassin, was slightly proficient in magic... If it had been another assassin, or the Shakespeare on their side who was slacking off, they might have been directly twisted into a believer of that Outer God.
"Listen, friend of my Master! The Saint Graph of the Heroic Spirit before you is rapidly changing. If she really turns into a gate, this world will be done for. I still have to maintain the defense of the entire periphery of the Hanging Gardens now, but I will also do my best to suppress the expansion of this domain. I'm counting on you for everything."
With that, Semiramis directly cut off the communication. Now she had to gather her magical energy as much as possible. In her current poor mental state, she had to use her magic where it was most needed. Although she could call Amakusa back to help her recover her spirit, if she did that, with the Holy Grail already activated, the intruder could make a wish before them at any moment.
Semiramis had to admit that she had special feelings for that young priest. Although at first, she had just wanted to see what kind of end that young saint would meet when he insisted on an almost impossible dream—of course, she still said this to the outside world—but wanting to see that young priest realize his wish was true. Therefore, at this time, Semiramis would absolutely not disturb Amakusa. What would be the end of this story? They were all watching. What's more, she was a Servant now. To open a path of victory for her own master was a very normal thing, was it not?
However, this Holy Grail War had indeed made Semiramis feel a bit aggrieved. Originally, her Hanging Gardens was flying high in the sky, and at the same time, had both air and ground defenses, as well as powerful attacks. As a result, just as the Hanging Gardens had taken the Holy Grail into its palm, it had been forcibly pulled down from the sky to the ground. Now the powerful attacks could only be used to resist the erosion from the outer domain. She had summoned a powerful poison dragon, but as a result, it had been directly put to sleep. She had wanted to see who the intruder was, but as a result, just by taking a glance, she herself... Sigh...
It's better not to mention it. She hoped her Master could modify the Holy Grail as soon as possible and then realize his wish.
Although Aslan could completely ignore the Foreigner before him, it was no longer a situation where they could just leave if they said so. Abby had clearly already made up her mind to dissolve everyone before her in this starry-sky-like dream.
A large number of tentacles erupted towards the two of them. Aslan had just taken a breath. The dragon's blood in his body continued to boil and erupt. At this very moment, a pair of horns had already grown on Aslan's forehead. Then, with the sound of pain and bones twisting and deforming from his back, his armor was directly blasted open, and a pair of white dragon wings extended from his back.
With one after another of his dragon blood boiling and burning, and one after another of touching his own limits, Aslan's dragon blood had finally reached the next stage. And the speed bonus brought by this dragonification was naturally far higher than before.
Melusine once again erupted with a powerful magical energy. Her black dragon wings spread open and she flew outwards at high speed, cutting down the surrounding tentacles as quickly as possible to provide Aslan with a chance to get close to the young girl.
After Aslan had stretched his own wings, perhaps because of the dragon's blood flowing in him, he had actually quickly mastered this pair of wings. At the same time, with the help of these wings, he dodged a large number of tentacle attacks. The holy sword and the demonic sword in his hands swung forward. The magical energy crossed into an X-shape and flew directly towards Abby.
It was just a pity that after the mecha explosion, Abigail, who had been injured to a certain extent, seemed to have her spirit become strange. Faced with such an attack, Abigail just spread open half of her body. Those bizarre tentacles, which were like a seven-colored light, twisted together and swung directly towards the magical energy. After the collision, these bizarre tentacles easily tore through the magical energy. From the looks of the twisted magical energy, the power that those bizarre tentacles could erupt with when combined was absolutely not weaker than the release of any B-rank Noble Phantasm.
But if it's just this level, then I still have no problem!
Aslan narrowed his eyes. The wings on his back flapped, and once again carried him flying towards Abby. With the path opened by the two high-level holy swords, the surrounding tentacles that were wrapping around him would indeed not cause him any serious impact. At the same time, because he had an extra pair of wings, in this wondrous, starry-sky-like world, he could also quickly close the distance.
It should be said that Abigail had not expected that the two enemies who had entered this domain could erupt with such speed. In this world where time and space seemed to have been thrown into disarray, to be able to approach her was already something that many Heroic Spirits could not do.
Looking at Aslan, who was getting closer and closer, the purple eye on Abby's forehead emitted an even more dazzling purple light. A large number of tentacles appeared around this space. These tentacles all surged towards Aslan. If he were to be completely enveloped by these tentacles, even if Aslan's life was not in danger, he was afraid it would be difficult to defeat Abigail in a short period of time.
Melusine would absolutely not allow such a thing to happen. Who was she? She was the Dragon of the Horizon! So what if the time and space here were chaotic? As long as she could help Aslan, even if it was something that could not be done, she would achieve a miracle and complete it!