Estée Lauder folded up all the small robots together, then looked at her disposable spatial Mystic Code, an extremely pained expression on her face. It was precisely because her understanding of magic was not very deep that she could only create these disposable items, which also cost a large amount of difficult-to-collect materials. But this time, it was indeed her who had been a bit too hasty. These losses could have been completely avoided...
Estée Lauder sighed. Now was not the time to continue being melancholic here. She had to speed up and deliver the verbal message to the other survivors as soon as possible. It seemed that because the gods were about to hold another banquet, they had begun to capture new toys. After all, those gods were, in the end, fickle creatures.
Except for some special toys that brought them face, other toys, in the eyes of the gods, were probably just disposable items. Even for those people who were locked up by the gods, the gods would let them freely couple with each other to increase the number of their toys. If these people did not intend to procreate, the gods would also use their power to create illusions to make people couple in a fantasy.
There is only what you can't imagine, not what these gods can't do.
Aslan looked at Estée Lauder's pained expression as she put away her box. He took out a storage box that he had made himself from his pocket. This thing could be used repeatedly, and its space was much larger than the box made by the young lady before him. Compared to putting them away one by one, the speed would also be a few points faster.
Aslan also quickly turned Justice back into its pendant form and hung it on his neck. A giant mecha could actually turn into the appearance of a small pendant. This made Estée Lauder look at him with renewed awe.
Her light-blue eyes were clearly, constantly saying that she really wanted to learn this, that she really wanted to master this technology. Even if it wouldn't help her complete her own long-cherished wish, it could help her survive better in this world. As long as the speed at which she recovered these materials was a few points faster, her chances of survival would be a little bit greater.
"I'll teach you later when I have time. Didn't you say we shouldn't stay here for long?"
Aslan looked at the already-changed terrain and once again used Faerie Letters to repair the ground, which clearly had traces of battle. Only then did he take out a cloak for hiding from his Mystic Code and drape it over the two of them.
Compared to the magical cloak in Estée Lauder's hands, which could only hide her figure when she was motionless, the cloak made by Aslan, who possessed higher skills, was clearly more advanced. Even if the user was in a state of long-term movement, it could still allow the user to continuously maintain an invisible state.
As a messenger who was constantly moving between the survivor villages, passing on all kinds of information, Estée Lauder was clearly very familiar with when the divine messengers of the gods would appear on this road. It could be described as knowing it like the back of her hand. Moreover, along this road, there were also many hidden caves left by the messengers who had transmitted various kinds of information. Some were located above ground, covered with thatch to look like small hills. Some were located in the huge tree holes of the forest. Some existences who had mastered magic would even open up shelters underwater.
It was precisely because of Estée Lauder's proficiency in how to move along this road that Aslan didn't even get a chance to see what kind of existence would be called a "divine messenger" by these survivors. However, while hiding in the underwater shelter, he did hear a flying sound that was very similar to his own mecha's. That kind of sound of magical energy being ejected outwards was very unique.
However, based on Aslan's understanding of similar mecha, the speed of this so-called divine messenger should not be as fast as his own Supreme Masterpiece. No matter what, he was a man who had compared so many machine god fragments. For this kind of man-made god, or rather, god-made god, he should have a certain say. Perhaps it was due to a lack of materials, or perhaps a lack of ability. To replicate a real machine god was not such a simple matter. Perhaps these brain-damaged gods were still considering whether to directly smash another god into fragments to repair their own bodies.
Because Estée Lauder had never been caught by the gods, she naturally didn't know the specific content of the gods' celebrations and gatherings. But Aslan felt that his guess would not be too far off. If they were just normal gods, perhaps it wouldn't be like this. But it was clear that the minds of the gods in this world had already been broken. And in this long period of time, the actions of these gods, according to Estée Lauder's description, were becoming more and more like the behavior of fallen humans. This meant that these gods were becoming more and more like humans. There is a saying that goes well: where there are people, there is a "jianghu" (world of conflict).
Aslan did not believe that the relationship between these gods was unbreakable, without any factional divisions. Even if there hadn't been in the past, in these long years, their relationships must have developed cracks.
However, at present, all of this could not be verified. While thinking this, Aslan and Estée Lauder soon approached a human settlement. This was a settlement located in a canyon. The two sides of the canyon almost completely sealed it off. Only at noon for a short period of time would the sun shine on the bottom of the canyon. And the people had used all kinds of tools to dig out caves on both sides of the bottom of this canyon. Paired with the river that was always flowing at the bottom of the canyon, as long as they raised some fish and collected some lichen, they could also maintain their lives. Perhaps such living conditions were not enough for people to live past the age of fifty, and they might even die in their early forties... but in such a world, living in the West, dying early was, in a way, a form of happiness.
Hearing the verbal message to hide as much as possible, the people in their 30s, who could already be called old in this settlement, couldn't help but sigh. The divine messengers' constant actions, capturing humans who were active outside, meant that for the next period of time, they would even have to give up the sun at noon. Only in this way could they ensure that this settlement would not be discovered. Fortunately, the caves in their specific settlement could still rely on the flowing water to reflect a little bit of sunlight. The people who truly lived in underground settlements were the truly pitiful ones.
Only after seeing the living environment of the people in this world did Aslan have a more realistic understanding of this world.
Estée Lauder put away the token she carried with her. She then had to rush to the next human settlement.