"What are you talking about?!"
The boy's mother widened her eyes, as if frightened. Even her questioning voice couldn't help but rise a few decibels. Of course, this questioning was not because she didn't love her child. It was precisely because she loved him too much that she had to question why he would give up the possibility of living. The probability of dying if he stayed here was almost 100%. Except for those who were injured and those who held onto the less than 10% chance of survival, only they would choose to stay.
The boy looked at his angry mother and still took a step back. "I said! I don't want to live a life on the run anymore! From the moment I was born, I've been constantly dodging the so-called 'gods'! Constantly hiding, constantly hiding, not eating enough, not sleeping well. In the legends you talk about, didn't humans have good days? Why can't I see them?!"
The boy gritted his teeth, seeming to understand that what he was saying might be a blow to his mother, but he had to say it anyway. "I've had enough! It would be easier to just die! Why did you have to give birth to me under such circumstances!!"
The boy's mother gritted her teeth. "Of course I gave birth to you out of love! If I didn't love you, why would I have given birth to you?"
The boy turned his head away. The boy's mother also lowered her head. Indeed, a world like this was truly not suitable for giving birth to a child and making them suffer. But besides love, humanity also needed to continue its lineage. Although this was a somewhat cruel and excessive request, they couldn't just let the humans of the West go extinct or all become pets raised by the gods. Whether in the East or the West, there were always people willing to glimpse hope in the midst of despair. Therefore, the struggle of humanity against the oppressive gods would absolutely not stop today.
Aslan didn't really want to discuss what love was here, or whether one should have children in such an environment. So he walked directly behind the boy, and with a swift chop of his hand, he gently knocked the boy unconscious.
"In any case, let's take this child and leave first. If there's anything you want to say to him, you can tell him slowly later. Now is not the time to stay here for long."
Most importantly, the child of now might not understand his parents' feelings. Therefore, saying anything more now would be in vain. It was better to let the child slowly figure it out for himself in the passage of time. How could so many things in this world be explained clearly in just a few words?
All Aslan could say was that in such an environment, one had to grit their teeth and live with all their might, no matter how bad this world was. And with his own arrival, perhaps this world would change a little. Who knows? Although saying so was a bit of an overstatement of his own importance, Aslan still had a little bit of confidence in himself. After all, who's to say one rotten apple can't spoil the whole bunch?
The boy's mother quickly put the boy on her back, her expression somewhat sad. She had grown up in such an environment; how could she not know how difficult it was to live in such a world? But ah, their lives, besides constantly dodging the gazes of the gods, also had other beauties. Even if it was just the sunset they saw inadvertently, or the shimmering waves they saw by the sea when the Sea God was tired, or the endless stars twinkling in the sky, or in the distant future, the feeling of one's heart pounding for another person... such beauties... this mother of course hoped that her own child could experience them one by one.
She also hoped that her child could one day see the day when those gods fell. This way, her child could live openly under the sun, even if she knew that such a possibility was extremely slim.
Even in the desert and the Gobi, there are plants growing. If even plants are like this, how could the people here give up? It was just that if she said these words now, the boy, who was only determined to walk one path, might not be able to understand or listen.
With Aslan's protection along the way, the migration journey of the group was not too difficult. They even managed to take out another Divine Messenger in the process. The newly killed Divine Messenger, in terms of appearance, was no different from the previous one. It was just that its functions were slightly divided. Of course, from its color, one could basically determine that these two Divine Messengers belonged to different gods. But they were both crudely made things, probably forged by the God of Fire and then slightly modified after being distributed to different gods.
During this time, Aslan had also completely dissected one of the Divine Messengers. But it was a pity that the various technologies contained within this Divine Messenger were things Aslan had already thoroughly understood. To be precise, they were technologies he had figured out in the process of researching his Supreme Masterpiece. In the modern era of his own world, as long as a magus was willing to study them, they could be created in a few decades.
"Divine Messenger," this word was used very appropriately. A familiar of the gods. Compared to a human, it was naturally like a miracle, possessing abilities that humans could not match. But it was also just a familiar. If a human had a certain amount of strength, they could still kill it. It was just that compared to the gods, these things that existed as... something, were simply too low-level.
However, like the gods, they had mecha-like bodies. In terms of classification, they could be classified into the same race as the gods. Perhaps after these gods fell, thousands of years later, humanity would also create such mecha, and at the same time, forget the disasters brought by the gods of the past, only treating them as myths and legends, while at the same time announcing that humanity had entered a new era.
So, the so-called development of the era, isn't it also a form of renaissance?
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The loss of contact with two Divine Messengers in a row naturally also attracted the attention of the gods. You must know, the number of Divine Messengers that each god possessed was limited. And these numbers were also determined after the gods had competed and fought with each other. For a god who had relatively few Divine Messengers to begin with, the loss of even one would make their mechanical hearts ache.
What's more, at this time, the gods were gathered together, discussing what the content of the next competition would be. Any change in the expression of any god could be noticed by the gods who were at odds with them.
Seeing Athena's expression after she had lost a Divine Messenger, a joyful smile couldn't help but appear on Ares's face. Although he didn't know who had made Athena so heartbroken, as if she had lost something, as long as Athena showed such an expression, Ares felt extremely pleased. One was the God of War, the other was the Goddess of War and Wisdom. After their minds had gone crazy, for there to not be the slightest bit of conflict between these two gods, that would be a false world.