Seeing everyone enthusiastically joining after his guarantee, though Aslan was mentally prepared, the corner of his mouth still twitched twice.
Were they that afraid of dying? Or perhaps they suffered so much from being deceived by Canaria? At least, after Aslan's assurance, their hearts were somewhat at ease.
(Oh well, as long as there are people willing to help, it's much better than fighting alone. And it seems after seeing some step forward, more heroes want to take on Azi Dahaka.)
"Sala Doltrake, representative of the Draco Greif Alliance!" A girl with a stunning figure, wearing a revealing swimsuit-like outfit and bronze skin, stepped forward.
"As a Floor Master, I can't just watch the three-headed dragon, once sealed by our predecessors, come back to cause trouble."
Sala broke free from the claws of a large, suited cat trying to hold her back, spread her red dragon wings, and said, "Seniors, let me lead the charge."
The cat man sighed helplessly but stepped aside. He knew he couldn't stop Sala's determination.
Garol Gundark, the founder and first leader of the Draco Greif Alliance. He was also a veteran who had fought Azi Dahaka alongside Canaria multiple times in the past.
He was one of the few not sacrificed by Canaria and still alive today. However, he also carried many internal injuries; otherwise, he wouldn't have handed the leadership to Sala, who had only recently joined the Dragon Horned Griffin.
"Forget it. I've recovered from my injuries for over two hundred years. I hope this kid has half of Canaria's ability."
Garol stretched his body like a cat, then lay on the ground. In an instant, his clothes tore, and in his place stood a giant cat, six or seven meters tall, ready to attack.
Of course, they weren't the only ones answering the call. There were many other characters and heroes whose names Aslan didn't even know, some not even appearing in the original story.
At this moment, the aura of the past Arcadia Great Alliance was somewhat revived.
Aslan felt a bit emotional about this, but the pressure on him was immense. He had to focus entirely on the big picture, constantly adjusting their movements and preventing Azi Dahaka from unleashing his Another Cosmology.
This was Aslan's first time doing something like this. He wasn't sure if he could lead, but he was grateful that, at the very least, they were all cooperative. Was this one of the legacies Canaria left for him?
"Ready? If so, my trial begins now!" Azi Dahaka stood at a high altitude, coldly staring at the gathered crowd below and Aslan, who was overseeing the battlefield, preparing to act as commander and micromanage.
He also showed a hopeful smile, wishing Aslan could truly surpass him, surpass Absolute Evil, and lead humanity to a better future. He hoped Aslan would stand over his body and offer victory to justice that was sure to triumph!
He was merely a trial, so he wouldn't attack any hero preparing to face it. That was his pride.
"Of course not… Ready!!!!"
Aslan smiled confidently at Azi Dahaka, while his eyes glanced at a tall figure with horns, swinging an iron staff in a cave.
It was the Demon King of the Bulls, charging up. In fact, ever since Azi Dahaka broke the seal, the Demon King of the Bulls had been preparing to deliver a single blow to him.
After Sun Wukong became a Buddha, the Demon King of the Bulls took his place, becoming the leader of the Seven Heavenly Saints. He was a renowned great demon with a Four-Digit Spirit Status.
Even among exceptional Four-Digit demons, he was among the best, save for a few hidden Kings of Gods or those who descended to earth as humans. Even Erlang Shen might not gain an advantage over the Demon King of the Bulls.
In the original story, the Demon King of the Bulls was even earlier than the Halloween Queen in discovering Canaria, becoming an investor and gatekeeper for the orphanage where Canaria and Izayoi were. He was also one of the few allies Aslan could fully trust.
The Demon King of the Bulls' Spirit Status focused on weapon manipulation and strength amplification. As he repeatedly swung his iron staff, he accumulated potential energy within it.
In the end, he could even surpass the limits of an exceptional Four-Digit, unleashing a strike comparable to a Three-Digit. When the potential energy in his iron staff reached its limit, that was the moment to swing!
Now, the potential energy in his staff had reached its limit; he couldn't control it beyond that.
"Then—"
Azi Dahaka tilted his heads, in no rush. He decided to keep waiting and see what other tricks Aslan could pull.
"Take a hit from your Bull Grandpa!"
But before he could finish, an iron staff, brimming with limitless potential energy capable of shattering stars—even dwarf stars—fell from the sky!
The staff struck Azi Dahaka's back, knocking him from the sky into the ground.
It created a massive crater. The smoke and heat from the impact even formed a mushroom cloud. This strike, with the accumulated power in the iron staff, might have reached Three-Digit level?
Because the power was amplified. Each strike was at the exceptional Four-Digit level, not exceeding the lower limit. But when combined, it became extraordinary.
Even top-tier Three-Digit Kings of Gods might not fare well taking this hit head-on. It could only be said he was worthy of being one of the strongest Great Demons in the monster-filled Chinese Pantheon.
However, the Demon King of the Bulls was a demon, not a human. Though his attack was powerful, it couldn't deal significant damage to a Last Trial of Mankind. All he could do was knock Azi Dahaka from the sky.
But that was enough!
A bright moonlight had, at some point, replaced the sun in the sky. In the moonlight, with no other light present, an arrow hidden in the darkness, faintly glowing with moonlight, shot into the sky.
Was it aimed wrong? Maybe! It should've targeted Azi Dahaka, right? But don't forget, Aslan could manipulate space at will. Direction and distance were never important. As long as the arrow was fired, it would hit its target. Spatial Divinity was indeed cheating.
"This arrow will sever your wings!"
Just as Azi Dahaka tried to rise from the crater he'd made, an arrow, appearing out of nowhere, pierced the base of his wing, instantly severing his right wing.
And the other wing? Garol wouldn't miss this chance either.
Like a cat spotting a small bat and feeling intrigued, Garol pounced, biting Azi Dahaka's other wing with his claws.
Afterward, Aslan instantly teleported Garol away. If he'd been a moment slower, Azi Dahaka's claw would've pierced Garol's throat and heart in an instant.
Seeing how reliable Aslan was, other heroes and gods grew bolder. Countless attacks came from all directions, precisely hitting Azi Dahaka's body under Aslan's coordination.
Close-combat experts like Heracles engaged in guerrilla tactics under Aslan's control. The strategy was simple: strike once and retreat.
No heroes or gods had been injured yet, but Azi Dahaka was covered in wounds. However, though their attacks were strong, their effect on Azi Dahaka was limited.
As a Last Trial of Mankind with the ability to mimic opponents' Spirit Status, Gifts, and worldviews to neutralize their attacks, Azi Dahaka's damage reduction was extraordinary. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it reached ninety-nine percent.
But as long as it wasn't one hundred percent, there was an effect, and that was the greatest encouragement. This was also better. Aslan was worried about accidentally killing Azi Dahaka and triggering his revival.
What would revive wouldn't be the weakened version now but a Demon Lord at his peak, unstoppable even by the Twelve Divine Generals.
Life was tough. He not only had to oversee the heroes and gods but also constantly monitor Azi Dahaka's health. The battle had only been going on for a few minutes, but Aslan already felt his head might explode.
Indeed, a commander's job wasn't for humans.
But Azi Dahaka also realized that if he didn't deal with Aslan first, he'd keep being harassed like this. Boundary abilities were too overpowered!
Of course, Aslan and Kalki couldn't be underestimated either, especially after Kalki returned to his original form, his speed was extraordinary. Combined with Karyou's golden flame barrages, though Azi Dahaka's damage reduction was immense, it didn't stop Aslan from pushing him back with their attacks.
Without wings, with Azi Dahaka's weight comparable to a continent, flying wasn't easy.
Azi Dahaka clearly realized this issue. Countless streams of blood flowed from his back, where his wings were injured. The blood turned into two-headed dragon clones, bearing some of his weight and reducing his mass. But his Spirit Status and power didn't decrease at all.
However, the reduced weight meant Azi Dahaka was easier to knock back, and his power was slightly diminished. This was Kalki's moment to fight.
"I choose you! Kalki!"
Without hesitation, Aslan kicked Kalki toward Azi Dahaka, pushing him to the ground as he tried to launch into the sky.