Shishigou thought for a moment on the helicopter. The thought of what would happen if the helicopter he was piloting were to crash into that pair of tentacles made him shiver. Although he looked a bit old, he was really still young and had no desire to have a "game over" just like that. Especially being submerged by those tentacles—what kind of under-18-not-allowed plot was this!
At the thought of his own muscular body being slowly covered by tentacles, and even having a layer of flesh and blood torn off, Shishigou directly slapped his own thigh hard to calm himself down. He then quickly recalled what Mordred looked like when she was flying the plane. No matter what, he had to go for it now!
The helicopter, which had originally been shaking and falling, readjusted its posture. Although its flight path still seemed a bit clumsy, it had finally stopped its downward angle and instead continued to fly towards the Hanging Gardens.
Shishigou even wanted to accelerate to catch up with Aslan in the distance. Having a mecha as a vanguard was definitely a good thing for an ordinary helicopter like his.
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At the same time, on the ground, a giant was running rapidly. At the same time, a strange laugh came from its mouth, making this heavy and even somewhat terrifying giant seem even more bizarre.
"Hahahaha!! Ahahaha!! This is power! Is this the power of Adam?! It's simply too wonderful! With such power, I can surely take back the Holy Grail!"
The giant of rock knocked on its own chest. Behind it was a green path of already-grown strange flowers and exotic plants. At this time, should he be called Adam, or should he be called Darnic?
At this moment, Darnic's mood was extremely joyful. Although he had discarded his human body, he had obtained such a powerful body of Adam. Most importantly, as long as he stood on the earth, this body could still become stronger. When he became so strong that even a Heroic Spirit in this world could not defeat him, he could also take the initiative to stop his growth and then turn a certain area into a paradise.
At that time, he would be the Lord of Paradise, a god of this world that no one could violate! Wasn't this much more comfortable than becoming a vampire? At this moment, Darnic had already forgotten how desperate he had been about Vlad III's death. Now, he was, on the contrary, starting to dislike how many things he would have to give up if he became Dracula, such as human food, or the chance to be in the sun...
In the end, Darnic was just such a man. If one day, he possessed a body even more powerful than Adam's, for example, the true body of a god, then this man would probably despise the current Adam for having so many inconveniences. This man would never be satisfied. A man who does not know satisfaction will, in the end, die in the process of pursuing his next satisfaction.
For now, Darnic was indeed the only one preparing to approach the Hanging Gardens from the ground. After all, he couldn't let go of Adam's ability to be immortal and constantly become stronger as long as his feet were on the ground. Of course, to be more frank, it was that he was afraid of death. As long as his feet were on the ground, he would not die. In that case, he would just keep his feet on the ground. If he died, he would really have nothing. Even if a person really had a soul, really had a next life, so what? Would the him of that time really still be him? What a joke. That would of course be a completely new person.
However, Darnic also had confidence in his current power. Looking at the ghouls and fanatics rushing towards him, Darnic did not stop his steps at all, choosing to directly step on and crush them. At this moment, on the battlefield, the ghouls were mostly the reanimated dead homunculi. Darnic had never cared about these homunculi when they were alive, let alone now that they had turned into such a state. And as for those bewitched humans... Darnic cared even less. They were just some ordinary people, not even as useful as homunculi. The bodies of homunculi at least still had some Magic Circuits. And these ordinary people, they were simply existences from two different worlds compared to them, the magi. As a qualified and ruthless magus, he, of course, did not care so much about the lives of ordinary people. Unless this ordinary person had a great talent for magic, and at the same time, this person could be of use to him or become his new body, the kind without any side effects. In the end, Darnic was an egoist. This point would not change. Speaking of which, most magi were also egoists.
What's more, Darnic had lived long enough. To some extent, he could also be considered an old fossil. The more of an old fossil a magus was, the less they naturally thought of ordinary people. The only time he had cooperated with an ordinary person was in that war that had covered the entire world. But come to think of it, was that little man with the small mustache really an ordinary person? That strange personal charisma...
Heh, but that was all in the past. 70 years have already passed. Time really flies. Generally speaking, 70 years is the length of a person's life. Even if that little man with the small mustache was so good at living, he couldn't possibly live to his current age. In the end, there was an insurmountable gap between ordinary people and him, a magus, especially a powerful magus like him.
The crushed flesh and blood was quickly covered by green vegetation. One could not see what was left on this earth at all. Darnic was rather happy to see such a scene. It had to be said, this seemingly somewhat hypocritical manifestation was quite a match for this man.
As for the Shantak birds that were launching an attack on him, Darnic just opened his mouth and let out a roar. The powerful sound wave was enough to cause a certain degree of internal injury to these little birds flying in the sky. If these weak existences still had a bit of intelligence, they would understand that he was not to be trifled with.
And as for those tentacles, it was just a matter of Adam raising his hand, summoning a greatsword of earth to the side, and then fiercely swinging it over. Before he reached the edge of the Hanging Gardens, these occasional attacks from the tentacles would not have any effect on him.
On this land, there was also another person who was worrying about how to get to the Hanging Gardens, and that was Jeanne. Of course, the current Jeanne had an even bigger headache, and that was this Spartacus who was chasing her!
If she hadn't done her best to attack those ghouls, and at the same time, the banner in her hand could also emit a holy light, forcing these ghouls back, at this time, Spartacus would have really already exploded. But now, Spartacus's self-destruction was still an irreversible matter.
Looking at the tentacles that enveloped the Hanging Gardens, and then at Spartacus, Jeanne gritted her teeth. She knew that doing so might be blamed by others, but this was the optimal solution!