After hearing everything Estée Lauder said, Aslan could only twitch the corner of his mouth. In the distant past, why didn't the White Titan properly fix the brains of these gods? No, when it was hitting these guys' core processors, why didn't it just finish them off? Instead, it just left their processors half-broken.
Now look at the result. Attila, who was born from the influence of the White Titan, was currently in an area where the barrier of light was relatively thin, meaning she was still under the protection of the East. And the poor Westerners had to be toyed with by those gods.
It was just that not every human wandering in the East could just casually enter the East. If you didn't have some talent, you would probably only be able to wander outside the East for your entire life. You must know, there were still quite a few of the gods' running dogs watching there. After all, the people who had escaped from the hands of the gods always held a bit of hope that the existences of the East could help them, even if it was just a temporary shelter. Most people would be rejected, and the gods' running dogs would take this opportunity to capture these escapees and bring them back. As for what their final fate would be, there was no need to say more.
One can only say that Estée Lauder's luck was not bad. From the beginning of her conscious memory, she had been raised by small sprites. After leaving the forest, she was lucky enough to join a group of human survivors. After that, she moved between various groups. Although life was relatively difficult, in the process, she still had to think about realizing her own long-cherished wish: to save the plight of humanity.
She was definitely tired, and definitely weary. This girl's carefree, "don't-care-about-anything" personality was also forged by this environment. After all, if she didn't act this way, sooner or later, the pressure in her heart would become too great, and her heart would be crushed. At that time, a person would either go mad or give up on themselves and walk towards a dead end. Although this journey was not peaceful and quiet, this little girl had still grown up healthily.
What a world full of malice. Of course, this was only for the people of the Western continent. Perhaps in the eyes of the gods, this was just a playground for their amusement. How had such a world existed for so many years? Could it be that precisely because the East had not deviated from the correct path of the world, this world was barely being kept alive? In that case, this bunch of brain-dead Westerners really had to thank the people of the East.
Estée Lauder had heard the sound of a powerful magical flight. It was exactly the same as the sound of the so-called "divine messengers" sent by the Greek gods flying in the sky. That was why she had directly covered her body with her cloak and then hidden on the ground. She just hadn't expected that someone would actually jump down from this giant mecha. It was an existence different from those divine messengers, with a technology completely different from that of the gods.
In her excitement, Estée Lauder had jumped out directly. After all, this technology, which was different from that of the gods, was what she had been pursuing all along. Don't be fooled by the fact that the current Estée Lauder had already completed the manufacture of small mecha. But these "matchstick men"-like mecha and a large-scale mecha like the Supreme Masterpiece were not on the same level of difficulty to complete.
The level of skill that Estée Lauder currently possessed was simply not enough to build a single arm of this red mecha, let alone the entire Supreme Masterpiece. You must know, to complete the Supreme Masterpiece, one not only needed to master more advanced forging skills, but also the transformation technology that Aslan had created himself. The current Estée Lauder had not yet developed transformation technology.
This was not to say that Estée Lauder was inferior to Aslan, but that their living environments were different. Just think about Aslan. Besides participating in a few battles related to King Arthur, the rest of his time was spent in the forest, researching forging skills alone. The fae were also by his side, and he had a magic teacher. And this Estée Lauder before him had been constantly hiding from the pursuit of the gods since she had become self-aware. The her of now probably only mastered her own modified and unique forging techniques and Faerie Letters. She probably hadn't even gone too deep into understanding magic. Compared to himself, the little girl before him was truly too pitiful.
"Where are you planning to go next?"
Aslan thought for a moment. He was still not familiar with this world, so he planned to follow the "him" of this world first to see the specific situation before making any other plans. Although he had already seen many of the tea sets of the machine gods in his own world, this was the first time he had faced these gods. Even if these gods themselves were already considered to have been severely damaged, they probably weren't so easy to deal with.
If he had known that he would be transported to such a world, he should have snuck into the Atlas Institute beforehand, had a good look at the structure of the legendary Black Barrel, and then made a replica for his own Supreme Masterpiece! That's right! After returning to his own world, he would make a trip to the great desert. He must replicate a Black Barrel for his mecha!
Estée Lauder stretched her body and quickly put all the small mecha back into her Mystic Code. What if an investigator of the gods, a so-called mechanical divine messenger, came here? She would have to abandon a large number of her small puppets. The loss she would suffer would not be something that could be made up in a day or two. Firstly, she couldn't be sure that all the small sprites could return to her side safely. Secondly, re-collecting these rather rare metal materials was not something that could be completed in a short period of time. Most importantly, she also needed a suitable environment for her own forging. To find a relatively quiet environment for forging in a world constantly patrolled by the gods was too difficult!
Estée Lauder, while collecting these small mecha, recalled how she had secretly hidden in a cave before, enduring hunger and heat to create these small mecha bit by bit. Her face was full of tears. The reason these small mecha were made to look like matchstick men was, on one hand, due to her lack of skill, and on the other hand, of course, to save materials and a large amount of time.
Although the current Estée Lauder really wanted to quickly repair these damaged parts, there was still one thing that had to be prioritized. Estée Lauder grabbed her collar. In her clothes, there was still an ID card as a messenger. If there were no accidents, she was supposed to deliver an urgent verbal message to another small settlement that was also hiding from the gods.
The sky had never been a human's domain. Flying in the sky for a long time would definitely lead to a head-on collision with a patrolling divine messenger. Plus, the small human settlements were always on the move. This led to the fact that besides dedicated messengers, very few people could find the small human settlements, let alone domesticate some birds to act as messengers.