Magical energy continued to erupt from her wings, and she even broke through the gate of light once again. However, this time it was not to release a Noble Phantasm, but to, in the shortest amount of time, fly a circle in this strange, chaotic starry sky of time and space, and then use the weapon in her hand to cut down all the tentacles that were surging from all directions.
If you want to touch Aslan, you'll have to get past me first! This was a side-by-side battle after many years! And the mecha that Aslan liked was not here, meaning there was no "third person" to get in the way. This joyous feeling of two people fighting side-by-side was something she had not experienced in a long time.
If she were to show weakness, wouldn't someone come to help? Her private world for two would come to an end. This was something Melusine would absolutely not allow to happen!
Therefore, a stream of light erupted with unimaginable speed, crossing one after another of the gates of light. That silver stream of light was like drawing a boundary in this world.
The purple eye on the forehead of Abby, whose half-body had already turned into a resplendent gate, clearly showed a hint of annoyance. It should be clear by now that compared to the original Abby, the current Abby was more influenced and controlled by the consciousness of her old father behind her.
Aslan, in turn, was like a golden light from the very center of this special space, completely cutting open the dreamlike starry sky. The reason his whole person was golden was, naturally, also because the dreamlike Avalon was ready to be activated at any time. The back of his pair of white dragon wings was as if it were dotted with many shattered, crystal-like glass pieces.
"Aaaaargh—!! Suffer!!"
The small black tentacles behind Abigail rapidly enlarged, preparing to launch another attack on Aslan. But this attack was destroyed by the release of the Sword of Glorious Victory in Aslan's hand. In fact, that golden torrent of magical energy, just as its name implied, was opening a path to victory for Aslan.
"Don't come over! Don't come over! Don't come over—!!"
Just as Abigail was preparing to release her Noble Phantasm again, a hand was gently raised, and then fiercely slapped Abigail Williams across the face. "..."
For a moment, the purple eye on Abigail's head widened. Her whole person fell into a state of bewilderment. At this very moment, Abby's other, still-intact eye opened. In this eye, there was fatigue, and also a girlish innocence. That pair of eyes was also filled with a deep apology. Clearly, at this time, the purest Abby had regained a part of her own reason.
"Abby is a bad girl..."
SLAP!
Abby's body once again raised a hand and slapped her own face hard. The purple eye on Abby's forehead looked even more uncomprehending. Perhaps it didn't understand why the Abby who had woken up at this time would be the "good girl" state Abby. The Noble Phantasm that could have been launched at any moment was also frozen at this moment. In fact, the emotion revealed in Abby's lucid eye was even telling Aslan to quickly send her back to the Throne of Heroes.
Aslan, of course, was a person who could distinguish between major and minor matters and the things he liked in his heart. At this time, the most important thing was, of course, to stop the appearance of that seven-colored gate. Therefore, even if he knew that the one who had recovered her senses was the "good girl" state Abby, he still had to send her back to the Throne of Heroes to stop the current situation of this seven-colored gate from continuing to open. Especially looking at the situation, he was afraid Abby had no way to regain control of her own body in a short period of time.
Aslan gently bit his teeth, then directly used a string of Faerie Letters to completely suppress his own emotions, allowing him to treat this series of events with an indifferent attitude. His wings flapped once again. The holy sword and demonic sword in his hands thrust outwards.
That half-gate of bizarre, seven-colored light began to continuously twist. The seven-colored bubbles and tentacles seemed to want to break out from the gate, but were as if obstructed by something and could not continue to advance.
Under such circumstances, Aslan was like a golden blade cutting through the seven-colored universe. Finally, the demonic sword in his hand pierced through Abby's body. Aslan, of course, was not a bloodthirsty person, nor a pervert. The one sword strike was, of course, a clean and neat destruction of Abby's spiritual core. It would not cause her more pain. In fact, according to the original calculation, it should have made Abby dissipate directly.
But right now, it was clear that under the influence of that Outer God, the life force of this body of Abby's was a few points higher than imagined. The purple eye on her forehead began to control the surrounding seven-colored light to gather at the damaged location of Abby's body, as if wanting to stop the demise of this body. But it was clear that this was an irreversible event.
A seven-colored light flashed in that purple eye. It re-examined the golden-haired young man with dragon's blood before it, and then returned to calm. It seemed to have accepted the failure of this descent. It was not a very aggressive Outer God to begin with, so there was nothing to be angry about for failing once. It was just a little bit of a pity.
"Thank you, golden-haired big brother!"
The purple on Abby's body gradually faded, and she turned back into the little girl in a black dress, holding a small bear. The surrounding, spreading seven-colored universe gradually collapsed, returning to the original appearance of the Hanging Gardens. Even so, the poison dragon, which had been affected by the Noble Phantasm and had fallen into a deep sleep, still could not recover. It was like you were cut by someone, and then the person who cut you died, but that did not mean that the wound on your body would disappear without a trace, unless you could turn back time. But it was a pity that the current Heroic Spirits did not have the power to turn back time.
However, for the abnormal space that had spread inside the Hanging Gardens to disappear just like that should also be a good thing for Semiramis. At the very least, it had lightened a lot of her burden.
Aslan patted Abby's head, and then let out a soft sigh. "I hope this short experience won't bring you nightmares. May we meet again if fate allows, adorable little girl..."
Looking at the dissipating magical energy in his hand, Aslan adjusted his mood and quickly walked in the direction of his own dragon. He directly supported Melusine, whose body was a little weak. To fly a circle at high speed in that endlessly expanding other universe, and to cut down all the suddenly appearing tentacles, was not an easy matter. The same was true for Melusine.
Melusine felt the fatigue in her body and simply turned back into a little black dragon, lying on Aslan's body. Aslan held Melusine in his arms, and then gently placed her on his own shoulder. After protecting his own dragon with magical energy, he quickly ran towards the direction of the Holy Grail. To return to his own world, he still had to rely on the Holy Grail.