Aslan took this war very seriously. After all, it concerned everyone's future, including his own. He could not guarantee a next life after this one. Moreover, a person's life should be lived wonderfully, no matter what. Besides, he finally got rid of being single in this life!
Seeing the stalemate on the front battlefield, Aslan frowned. Things were more severe than he had thought. The Knights of the Round Table, who should have forced the enemy directly to the city, were blocked here. Now he needed to turn the situation around as much as possible.
In this case, he should help if he could. Moreover, when his cheap father threw him to those outsiders, he didn't hesitate at all. It would be a lie to say he was so open-minded as not to bear grudges.
Therefore, he was extremely eager to make a big scene and prove that the child his father threw away so casually — the child he probably even forgot about — had come back for revenge!
"Melusine!"
Melusine, who was originally holding Princess Aslan in her arms, immediately slowed down and bent slightly to prepare for Aslan's landing. At that moment, Aslan would use Melusine's forward speed to rush directly into the battlefield to fight.
Aslan placed his hand on the knight's sword at his waist and seemed to realize he was about to enter the battlefield. This sword, which had never really fought alongside Aslan, emitted a dazzling golden light. The Sword of Glorious Victory was excited. This was the first time it had returned to the battlefield since being reforged.
As a knight's sword, how could the Sword of Glorious Victory not yearn to shine on the battlefield? Especially after being broken, its desire to return was more intense.
Feeling the sound of the brilliant sword at his waist, Aslan smiled. This was the first action he had taken since his travels. At first, he had used the forging hammer hanging at his waist and was mainly famous as a forger. This time, he would become famous again on this continent as a swordsman!
The memories he had learned from Balin had gradually become part of himself and his habits over the years.
At the same time, previous small-scale fights were not as grand as this battlefield. It would be a lie to say he had no desire to go to the battlefield and establish a grand career. Moreover, it seemed that because his body had stopped developing, even his inner character had been affected to some extent.
So as he looked at the blood in front of him, smelled the flames and burning flesh in the air, and heard swords and spears clashing from time to time, Aslan became more and more excited.
He enjoyed the fact that his appearance and personality were frozen at this stage. At least he was "fearless"! Whether in battle or in normal times, Aslan was willing to try new methods. It was just a pity that his frozen body did not mean immortality.
In any case, he should get rid of these enemies in front of him first. As for how to achieve immortality, Aslan had a hunch he would find the answer on the mainland. Now the hunch was unclear, perhaps because he had not yet completed what he needed to do.
The soldiers led by the Knights of the Round Table and those outsiders were actually quite easy to distinguish. The Knights wore white armor similar to that of upright knights in the games of his previous life, while the outsiders mostly wore bones or fur.
Simply put, it was the difference between rigorous school and bold school.
After Aslan's feet landed, he gathered magic beneath his feet and, using Melusine's speed, stabilized his movements and rushed forward like a cannonball.
One Camelot soldier wearing silver-white armor was being attacked by several aliens. The soldier's helmet had fallen to the ground, and his armor was covered with blood and mud. The young soldier was gasping for breath, his face filled with confusion and despair.
His companions had already fallen in the mud. It was drizzling, making the muddy ground even harder to stand on. The rain mixed with the smell of soil gradually suppressed the bloody stench. The old man, feverish from constant fighting, gradually calmed.
Looking around, the soldier gave a bleak smile. Some thoughts had never occurred to him before: Is the invincible king going to fail this time?
The young soldier shook his head, trying to rid himself of this absurd thought, but it clung like a shadow he couldn't shake. At this moment, they needed light and miracles.
Because the soldier was distracted, the weapon in his hand was knocked away in the melee. He fell to the ground in the mud. Not far away lay the body of his companion, which made him smile miserably. If only someone could save them now! Even if it wasn't the king, at least give them hope of victory!
The next moment, as if God had heard his prayer, a golden light appeared before his eyes. It was a sword light, bright and dazzling, attracting countless attention under the dim sky and drizzle.
Blessed by magic, Aslan's golden hair did not stick to his body despite the rain. His silver armor sparkled with golden light from the holy sword in his hand. The decorations hanging around his waist collided with crisp sounds. Determination and decisiveness shone in his light blue eyes, and confidence and ease in his smile.
Aslan glanced at the knight who had fallen, then looked away. "Stand up! On the battlefield, no matter how much you pray or think, it's useless. All you can do is rely on yourself. It's foolish to put your life in others' hands."
After saying this, Aslan took a step forward and rushed into the enemy group, leaving the knight with his mouth slightly open. The man who saved him looked like a king — but he was different from a king.