On the vast plain, three figures were moving rapidly. Beside them followed a number of Divine Messengers painted with a lightning symbol. Clearly, these beings were under the command of Zeus. And these three people had the residual traces of humanity on them, but more were the marks of machinery after modification.
More than half of their bodies had already been replaced by machinery, and the machinery that replaced their flesh looked far more advanced than that on the Divine Messengers.
And among these three people, two of them would surely be very familiar to those who understand the Type-Moon world. One of them was already over two meters tall, approaching three meters. His entire body was full of muscles. In his hand, he held a giant axe. His messy hair was scattered behind him, and there were red patterns on his body. He was like a little giant, his eyes were red, and his body was constantly emitting heat due to his vigorous blood flow.
If a player had an impression of the Sub-Singularity, the Underground Golden Country, they would surely immediately call out this little giant's name—Heracles. Perhaps in this world, another name would be more appropriate for him, the demigod of strength, Hercules.
At this moment, more than half of this demigod's body had been replaced with mecha. Even his head had special equipment, tightly binding his forehead. It looked like a special means to control this demigod of strength.
The other two beings were of ordinary human size. One of them had orange hair and dark skin. Similarly, his limbs and a part of his body had been replaced with mecha. He even had wings installed on his back that could be combined into a shield. In his hand, he held a scythe with a high-temperature ray blade.
If you were to look at this person's face, you would surely call out a name—Shinji. Especially the disdain and mockery on this face, it was exactly the same as the purple-haired scumbag in the original story. Combined with the wings on his back that could form a shield, the strange instrument on his stomach, the special modifications on his feet that could be used for flight, and the scythe weapon in his hand, paired with that face, one would think his name would be called out in one go—Perseus.
If Aslan were to see this Perseus, he would surely purse his lips in disgust. If it were the Perseus with light purple hair and a solid mask on his face, that humble hero who was as bright as the sun yet as sharp as a scimitar, the hero who fought for his Master who had already passed away before the start of the war, Aslan would still offer his respect. But a Perseus who looked like this, in Medusa's words, was simply a scumbag who got lucky. So, the simplest way to judge whether a Perseus could be a friend was to see what he looked like. If he looked like Shinji, then say no more, just turn your head and walk away.
Knowing the identities of these two men, the scope of guessing the identity of the woman who was with them, her face covered by a black veil and her body also showing traces of mecha modification, was naturally much smaller. After all, Hercules and Perseus both had the same identity: the demigod sons of Zeus.
From this, one could infer that this veiled existence must also be a demigod daughter of Zeus. Zeus's demigod daughters in the mortal realm were not as numerous as his sons. Thinking about it, there were only a few. From the bewitching and graceful aura that this woman's black clothes could not hide, one could see that her appearance must be very outstanding. In fact, from the aura on this woman, one could even say she was a a beauty that could overthrow nations and bring calamity to the people. And there seemed to be only one very famous daughter of Zeus who could overthrow nations and bring calamity to the people, the one who had also provoked the two factions of gods to bet on a war, and that was the disastrous woman of the Trojan War—Helen.
Come to think of it, in this world, the gods' minds had been broken by the White Titan since ancient times. This meant that the conflicts and targeting between the people might have appeared in their relationships early on. Perhaps the discord between some of the gods in the myths did indeed exist. In the Trojan War, the gods were divided into two factions, betting on two different countries. No matter which side won, both sides would suffer some losses. And with both sides suffering losses, of course, Zeus could obtain the greatest benefit. After all, with both sides weakened, it would be conducive to his rule over the gods, wouldn't it? Perhaps in this world, the Golden Apple incident that had first provoked discord among the three goddesses also had Zeus fanning the flames from the deepest shadows, who knows.
And as demigods, the fact that they could survive for such a long time was naturally also related to the modification of their bodies. Discarding those unusable organs and replacing them with mechanical bodies that could be replaced at any time. In fact, compared to the past, they had even stronger attack power, and even if damaged, they could be replaced at will. From this point of view, using mechanical means to make people live long was reasonable.
Perseus was the most talkative of the three, so at this moment, he was constantly chattering about something. Hercules's head, due to being controlled by a special instrument, was silent like a robot, just following behind Perseus and Helen as commanded.
Helen had completed her mission. But perhaps, in the end, in her heart, Helen had indeed fallen in love with one of the two kings. After completing her mission, the clothes on her body became a solemn black. Although this black could not completely suppress the aura on her body. In fact, the modifications on her body had done their best to maintain her original body curves. This veil was also something Helen had put on her own face. Listening to Perseus's chattering words, Helen did not reply at all. Whether it was the curses of humans or the curses of the gods, she had already heard too much. Just some trivial chattering words were not enough to cause any fluctuations in her mood.
"I didn't expect someone to be able to defeat a Divine Messenger. Could it be that another god got their hands on their pet or slave? But? And then this offspring was sent out? Or was the slave who was pregnant with this offspring at the time able to escape from captivity? Otherwise, with the humans of this era, how could they possibly defeat a Divine Messenger~"
Perseus had a strange expression on his face. He rubbed his chin, raised an eyebrow at Helen, and at the same time, moved closer to this sister of his. "You don't think it's another one of Zeus's illegitimate children, do you?"
Under the circumstances where they had done their best to prevent humans from coming into contact with magic and magecraft, the development of magic had been severely suppressed. Therefore, the only one who could contend with a Divine Messenger should be a demigod with the blood of a god in their body.