Although he was a Son of a Dragon, with dragon's blood flowing in his body, and his body had undergone dragon-like changes—even now, when he activated his dragon's blood, dragon horns would appear on his forehead—there was still some distance to go before a tail and wings would appear. This meant that the current him had no way to fly into the Hanging Gardens through dragonification.
As for having Melusine come out to pick him up... now was not the time to expose Melusine's strength. Although Amakusa and the others knew that the young lady by his side was not human, and with her name, everyone probably thought she was a water spirit. You must know, there is a big difference between a water spirit and a high-ranking dragon species.
Aslan looked at the flying devices in his package, which could simply be described as cumbersome, and couldn't help but shake his head. It seemed he had somewhat neglected to upgrade these instruments. After all, under normal circumstances, he could just directly summon the Supreme Masterpiece. And the current Supreme Masterpiece was still floating in the sky. Moreover, his own flying instruments were originally models made for the upgrading of the Supreme Masterpiece. From their appearance, they of course did not seem very ergonomic. Aslan was even worried that if he were to fight with such an instrument on his back, would it affect his combat power?
So, as expected, it would be better to just charge directly into the Hanging Gardens.
He covered his body with a thin film of magical energy to prevent the blood splattered by those tentacles from staining him. Aslan put away his holy sword, and holding his holy spear, he ran towards the Hanging Gardens.
With the appearance of these tentacles, the affected area was, of course, not just the area of the Hanging Gardens. Even the surrounding cities had a few commotions. Some things had begun to slowly crawl out from underground, for example, ghouls. These ghouls, following the scent of the living, naturally caused a panic after entering the city.
In a hotel room, Caren and Shirou, who had originally been sitting opposite each other, not knowing what to say, stood up at the same time. As young warriors who often dealt with these similar existences, their first reaction was naturally to subconsciously make battle preparations. Caren had even completed her transformation in a subconscious state. Of course, after discovering that there was another person in this room, and at the same time, the young man had finally remembered how this young lady had transformed, for a moment, neither of them knew what words to use to alleviate the awkwardness between them.
After a long while, the red-haired priest scratched his own head. To be honest, he hadn't had much contact with girls, so after thinking for a long time, this young priest just blurted out a sentence, "Your transformation... is very unique, very girly."
At this moment, Caren just wanted to shout a curse out of her mouth. Because she often fought with demons, her whole person was becoming more and more of a tomboy. Caren, after being told that she had a "girly heart" and "childlike innocence," would feel extremely awkward. She once again silently regretted that when her cheap master had let her choose her transformation method back then, why had she said the word "whatever" out of her mouth? Caren strongly suspected that her own transformation device was made by her cheap master while he was watching magical girl anime.
The corner of her mouth twitched. She ignored the young boy before her. Generally speaking, boys of this age should have already gotten a girlfriend. But Caren could now be sure that the young boy before her absolutely did not have a girlfriend. He could even be described as a "straight man"!!
Kicking open the window with one foot, Caren no longer wanted to stay with such a straight man! She would rather go and fight those ghouls! Shirou, in turn, scratched his own hair. He didn't understand. Was there something wrong with his compliment? He frowned and thought about it, but couldn't find anything he had said wrong. In that case, he might as well just put this matter to the back of his mind for now. First, focus on the battle at hand. Projection magic activated, a weapon appeared in his hand. He also jumped out of the window. It seemed that younger warriors all liked to take the unusual path.
Caren, who had jumped out first, was directly holding the replica Holy Spear, slashing towards those rotten bodies. At the same time, the Shroud fluttered in the wind, pinning all the distant ghouls in place. Then, with the retraction of the Shroud, they were quickly pulled in front of Caren, and then once again ate her continuous thrusts.
The young priest, who was a step behind, looked at the chaos before him, took a deep breath, and his face once again turned into that indifferent and firm expression. His adoptive father had told him that if he wanted to appear more mature, then he shouldn't put any expression on his face.
Perhaps because the young man's expression was too calm, the other people around couldn't help but calm down as well. After everyone had begun to calm down, Shirou then began to lead the others to a safe location. The more chaotic the present was, the more one could not let everyone suffer unnecessary casualties due to the chaos. At the same time, Shirou also continuously projected Black Keys and threw them at the surrounding ghouls, further reducing their numbers. He should be thankful that this was a city area. The number of un-rotten corpses buried underground was not that many. As for the suburbs, there weren't many people to begin with. If those people obediently stayed at home and prayed, they should also be able to be spared. The power of a primary ghoul was not as great as imagined. As long as the quality of the house was good enough, it was still OK. After all, this was not a wooden house in some low-rent district in America, nor was it the kind of wooden residence in the Far East. Of course, if the house was really broken through, perhaps they could still ask the person who built the house for a sum of compensation later, if they survived.
At the same time, in the castle of Yggdmillennia, the orange-haired young man was placed in a lake. Due to being unconscious, the young man's body slowly sank downwards. The lake water gradually poured into his nasal cavity, causing the young man to begin to drown and suffocate. But before that, the giant sleeping in the center of the lake, after opening its own green eyes, slowly lifted its own hands.
That pair of hands, like Mr. Luo sinking into the water, reached his own chest. Finally, that chest of earth and rock quickly extended one arm after another, firmly grabbing Roche and swallowing him into the giant's body. With a living young man, the soul of a magus, as the fuel and core for its activation, at this moment, the giant could be considered complete.
Avicebron, standing by the lake, lowered his head. The emotional fluctuations on his body were somewhat dejected. This was cruel. This was wrong. But...
"I'm sorry... you have the right to hate me. Now, let's complete the final step."