That day, Aslan was leading Estée Lauder in a search for rare ores in the mountain forest, to be used as reinforcement materials for her small robots, thereby strengthening her existing combat capabilities.
It had to be said that after human activities were severely restricted, the entire Western and even Middle Eastern continents were a vast expanse of natural resources. The air was top-notch, and the natural resources were far more abundant than imagined. Aslan had even discovered some materials that he had originally wanted to find but couldn't. These materials could be used for some detailed enhancements and modifications to his Supreme Masterpiece.
This world, not yet developed by humans, was truly a treasure.
In any case, before the humans of this world developed, he would just take a little advantage and take some things from the places where they would live in the future. After all, if he really were to resist the gods, it would also be a good thing for the people living on this continent, wouldn't it? And the entire Western world had already fallen into such a state of disrepair; it wouldn't miss the one or two precious materials he took.
Perhaps in the future, even if he saved this world, it would one day be pruned.
But at least for now, he was still alive in this world. He had to help this world move forward for a while. After collecting a special mineral deposit, Aslan heard the sound of someone flying in the sky, as well as the crying of some people. Clearly, another group of people had been captured by a Divine Messenger. Aslan had encountered such a thing before.
Upon hearing this sound, Aslan directly pulled the Holy Spear from his neck, transforming it into its original form. At the same time, his whole body took on the posture of throwing a javelin. Melusine, with great skill, flew into the sky, and at the same time, quickly locked onto the enemy's location, telling Aslan the direction with her cries.
Aslan prepared to throw, and then infused magical energy into the spear. He then closed his eyes and began to simulate the flight process and posture of the Divine Messenger in his mind based on the sound he heard. If Aslan hadn't dissected a Divine Messenger before, and at the same time, had an excellent understanding of this kind of mecha creation, it would be impossible for him to make such a simulation. It could be said that to be able to judge and simulate the flight trajectory and state of a Divine Messenger in his mind just by listening to the sound, Aslan was one of a kind.
After the model in his mind had completed the simulation, Aslan immediately threw the Holy Spear in his hand outwards. A silver light streaked across the sky like a meteor. It was just that this meteor was shooting from the ground towards the sky.
With a loud bang, the Divine Messenger's wing was torn apart by the Holy Spear. The Divine Messenger then had no choice but to fall towards the ground. And after this forced landing, it was a good opportunity for Aslan to save those who had been captured.
At the same time, with a turn of Aslan's wrist, the silver Holy Spear that had originally torn the Divine Messenger's wing, following Aslan's summons, had its tip, which was flying towards the sky, immediately turn and once again sweep rapidly in the direction it had come from. At the same time, it once again pierced through the head of the Divine Messenger that had just landed. After piercing through the Divine Messenger once on the way there and once on the way back, it returned to his hand.
And the Divine Messenger, which had been forced to land on the ground, had a flash of electricity go through its entire body. It then completely drooped, clearly having lost its ability to move at this moment.
Aslan quickly looked at the position the Divine Messenger was guarding. There was a cage there. The people in the cage had been somewhat affected by the fall from the sky. Therefore, Aslan prepared to use the light of the holy banner to heal and restore them.
Under the light of the holy power, the frightened people were rapidly recovering. Although it was a bit of a deception, this holy light was indeed the best tool for appeasement. Under the comfort of this holy light, the terrified people quickly regained their calm. One of them looked up, and after seeing Aslan, took a deep breath.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! You shouldn't have saved us! It's a trap!"
As soon as his voice fell, a hand quickly reached out from behind this person, grabbed his neck, and then slowly tightened. "So naughty. How could you just expose my plan to others like that? Speaking of which, humans are really strange creatures. To survive, they can pull their close ones into a trap. And they can also remind others when they are in danger."
Aslan's eyes narrowed. The Holy Spear in his hand then immediately thrust towards the back of this person. As if sensing that the rank of the Holy Spear was not low, the mysterious existence hidden among the crowd withdrew its hand and chose to retreat. The sound of metal clashing immediately appeared, and even friction created a burst of sparks. The cage on the ground was directly knocked open by the mysterious existence, creating a not-so-small hole, which also gave these people their freedom. Speaking of which, the mysterious person didn't care at all about the beings locked in this cage. They were just some ordinary humans, with no important value at all.
On the contrary, Aslan, who was holding the Holy Spear, was more attractive. After all, who was strong, who was weak, who could bring victory for the gods—wasn't that something one could know at a glance?
Aslan looked straight ahead. Not far away, a pair of wings that could be combined to form a shield unfolded. A heated scythe in his hand was gently lifted. The one who had come was precisely Perseus. As an existence whose individual combat power was not considered top-tier among all the heroes, to be able to receive Zeus's appreciation was, of course, due to his not-so-low intelligence.
Perseus understood that since the person who had destroyed the Divine Messenger was an enemy of the Divine Messenger, then it must be related to the actions of the Divine Messengers during this period. What had the Divine Messengers been doing during this period? Of course, they were capturing those "free-range" humans.
That's right. In Perseus's eyes, the people who were wandering outside, fleeing and hiding from the sight of the gods, were nothing more than free-range beings. They were not much different from the humans they had captured and raised in the Holy City. Did Zeus really not know that there were still a large number of humans hidden from sight on this land? What a joke. This was just tacitly allowing these wandering humans to occasionally bring the gods a different kind of fun and excitement.
Since the Divine Messengers were collecting free-range humans during this period, then the existence that was an enemy to the Divine Messengers should be the one rescuing these people. In that case, as long as he followed a Divine Messenger who had captured humans, there should be a high probability of encountering the existence that was attacking the Divine Messengers. As for whether this Divine Messenger who had captured people was the familiar of another god, or a familiar he had brought out that he could control himself, as long as he achieved his goal, it was fine.
It was nothing more than the loss of one of Zeus's Divine Messengers. If he could bring back the person who had defeated the Divine Messenger, Zeus would not only not be angry, but would reward him instead. To use the smallest sacrifice to achieve the best result—that was his way of doing things.