After all, once the Red and Black factions have a certain number of Heroic Spirits eliminated, or after two days when the Hanging Gardens are reconstructed and Darnic becomes a vampire, the already blurred lines between the two sides will likely cease to exist. Most importantly, the old insect will surely take advantage of this time to stir up some trouble. If the old insect causes a big enough mess, the Red and Black factions might even join forces in the end.
Thinking of the old insect's experiences 70 years ago in this world line, Aslan believed that this old insect must have been plotting his revenge for more than half a century. Dealing with a family is not a simple matter, especially since the old insect is probably alone now. If he doesn't cause some major trouble, he will likely find it difficult to achieve his goal. Most importantly, that old thing has long since gone mad. In his own world, that old thing could think of turning a living human into a Black Holy Grail, using the Evils of this World, and even wanting to possess the Black Grail's body. What kind of mad plan is that?
As long as the old insect of this world is still the old insect, then he must be prepared for this old insect to go mad.
And in fact, just as Aslan currently estimated, the old insect was at this very moment preparing how to steadily take back the Holy Grail from Darnic's hands. More than half a century ago, Darnic had already understood how to use the power of secular armies. He didn't believe that Darnic hadn't continued to develop this fine tradition during this time. He himself also needed enough combat power. In his current state, which had already entered the state of more than half a century ago, he was simply unable to control a large number of insect swarms. He could only use another method.
The old insect turned his gaze to the golden-haired girl behind him. Looking at the girl's well-behaved appearance, he couldn't help but twitch his mouth. It was really a bit surprising. He had thought that the first girl to be infected by an Outer God would at least have a slightly crazy personality, but he hadn't expected such a good little baby. She even prayed silently in the direction of the church every morning, a perfect image of a standard Puritan.
No, how can such a good child be beneficial for me to expand my own soldiers?
The Roman Emperor, sitting at the side, had his legs crossed. Of course, if one could ignore the swollen red bump on his head and the slap print on his face, then this emperor's majestic image was still deeply ingrained in people's hearts. As for how the red bump on his head and the slap print on his face, which clearly looked like a girl's, came to be, there was probably no need to say much.
In any case, since his descent, this Roman Emperor had been pestering Estée Lauder. Although he knew that Estée Lauder's personality was clearly different from the girl in his impression, that face was exactly the same as the one in his impression. And they were both called Estée Lauder. There must be a connection between the two, there must be a connection!! Right!!!
And so, from that day on, this Roman Emperor's fiery gaze seemed to want to pierce right through Estée Lauder's body, to thoroughly investigate her identity and relationship.
It was just a pity that the world Estée Lauder lived in was originally one of oppression by the gods. Faced with this person who was forcibly trying to investigate her, Estée Lauder couldn't help but think of the gods. First, her initial impression of this Roman Emperor was not very good. Then, this Roman Emperor's pestering attitude made Estée Lauder feel even more annoyed.
What a joke! How could she possibly be involved in matters of love? Her entire life, and even the endless time after her death, would be dedicated to her most beloved cause!! And that was to create more artificial gods. This way, even if one day the gods were to slowly crawl out from the decaying earth again, humanity would have a way to deal with them.
In the last period of her life, Estée Lauder was truly afraid that the gods would be resurrected from under the earth, just like the Titans in the stories who climbed up Mount Olympus from under the earth. Therefore, her entire life, besides forging the supreme masterpiece in her heart, she had also forged many mecha that could at least be compared to the gods. Of course, they were not as powerful as the Supreme Masterpiece. But at least when five mecha fought together, they could still easily defeat one god, contend with two, and it wouldn't be a big problem to escape from the siege of three.
However, it was a bit of a pity that although Estée Lauder could summon these five mecha, she could only operate one at a time. Over time, this Noble Phantasm was not used very often. She would only use her own supreme masterpiece.
Even after becoming a Heroic Spirit, even if her personality and appearance had returned to her youth, Estée Lauder still wanted to continue creating artificial gods. She understood that the supreme masterpiece she had created now, although already very outstanding, still had a little way to go compared to the supreme masterpiece of the young man she had once seen.
Until she reached the ultimate goal of being able to contend with the God-King, she would not stop. Until she had ensured that humanity would never be oppressed by the gods, she would not stop the forging hammer in her hand.
What was that Roman Emperor? Scram to the side!
In fact, Estée Lauder had already thought it through. If this Roman Emperor were to bother her again, next time she would summon her Supreme Masterpiece and directly blast him with cannon fire. Hmph!
However, this Roman Emperor did not yet know what the girl he was pestering was thinking. At this moment, the Roman Emperor only knew that the old guy who had summoned him probably had some bad ideas again, and was planning to do something to this very well-behaved little girl.
It was really annoying. If this old thing wasn't his Master, his demonic sword would have long since swung up.
The golden-haired girl, Abby, also seemed to have sensed something. She couldn't help but take a step back, fear in her eyes. "Abby doesn't want to be a bad girl..."
The old insect, however, curled his lips and grinned. "That's not up to you. A mere familiar. For the sake of this old man's long-cherished wish, you'd better be obedient. But I think just saying this probably won't be of any use. So, by my Command Spell, I order you, Abigail Williams, use the divinity of the Outer Life on your body to influence the people around you!"
A red light flashed past. The terrified look in Abby's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by the madness of a bit of a bad child. Even on her forehead, the shape of a keyhole appeared. A purple eye in this keyhole held a smile.
Only then did the old man nod with satisfaction. The next step was to let this Foreigner take a stroll on the streets.