As it turns out, taking out Perseus was not as simple as imagined. Perseus, relying on the power of the Boots of Hermes, quickly erupted with magical energy to create distance, while at the same time using his shield-like wings to protect his front. Under this golden torrent, he barely managed to maintain his defense. However, his shield-like wings, as well as the connection points between the wings and his body, had already entered an overloaded state. He probably couldn't continue to take such powerful attacks head-on.
After creating some distance, Perseus felt his own physical state and the damage report warnings coming from his modified brain. He couldn't help but place his hand on his stomach. In his stomach was stored his trump card, and also the achievement he was most proud of in his life. But it was precisely because of this proud achievement that people always thought he was an existence who had achieved such an honor through luck. Over time, Perseus himself had come to dislike using this trump card. But now, for the sake of victory, he had no other choice.
Although he was somewhat annoyed, this annoyance would surely be washed away by victory. As for whether his own old father would be angry if he killed the existence before him, he didn't need to worry too much about that. After all, besides bringing him back, the mission they had received also had another part: if you can't get it, destroy it. In the end, no one would be able to bring him under their command. Everything would remain as it was, which was also good news for Zeus. Anyway, besides Zeus's family being the sole dominant power, only the Goddess of Love and the Apollo siblings could contend with them. Everyone else could only be in the third tier. Even Poseidon and Hades couldn't reach the second tier. Of course, if those two were to join forces, the situation would be different. So, maintaining the status quo was not a bad thing for Zeus.
Perseus made his final judgment. He would eliminate the existence before him.
Perseus placed his hand on his abdomen. Then, his eyes gradually became cold, and a confident yet somewhat proud smile curled on his lips. "Let me show her to you. It has been hundreds of years since anyone has been able to witness her face. Although I cannot offer you to my father god, offering your statue seems to be a good choice as well."
Perseus lifted his chin slightly and pressed a button on his abdomen. Then, the special device on his abdomen began to continuously revolve, as if slowly opening a special box. As this box slowly opened, Aslan finally saw what was inside.
It was a woman's head. Around the head, there were a large number of teleportation energy sources and life-sustaining substances connected to the wound and other parts to maintain the freshness of this head, so that it would not gradually become... clean. If you were to ask if this head was still alive, the answer was, of course, no. It was just brain-dead, an existence like a puppet and a tool. It was just that it was biological.
Because of the limited energy supply, this head looked extremely emaciated. Even so, one could still see a hint of its original beauty. One could even vaguely see a bit of purple hair on its forehead.
To be connected with Perseus, the identity of this head was obvious.
The head, whose eyes had originally been tightly closed, suddenly opened them. Those eyes were filled with resentment, but this resentment had long since been stuck hundreds of years in the past. The blood-tears had long since dried from their sockets, leaving only an empty roar. Those eyes had long been dyed blood-red by blood. Even the originally gray, stone-cold eyes were now filled with bloodiness and resentment.
Perseus, with a motion like he was treating a trophy or an object, touched and pulled at the scalp of this head, forcibly aiming its gaze at Aslan's location.
"A mere human! Witness the great deed we demigods have accomplished!! This is a great deed you can never imagine! This is a height you can never reach! As humans, as long as you obediently listen to our commands, that is enough!! This is the head of Medusa, hahahaha!!"
The Mystic Eyes of Petrification emitted a brilliant light, seeming to want to turn everything in its sight into stone. The first moment Aslan met these eyes, he felt as if the blood in his body was affected by something and began to rapidly solidify. But the blood in his body was, after all, the blood of the White Dragon. For a short period of time, he still had a very strong resistance to abnormal statuses.
Looking at the extremely arrogant Perseus in the sky, Aslan's mood became more and more annoyed. The dragon's blood in his body was rapidly boiling. His eyes gradually turned golden. That bright and sufficiently noble golden color flashed past. For a moment, Perseus in the sky also thought he had seen something wrong. However, the next moment, he looked at his own stomach.
After resisting the continuous effect of the abnormal status, Aslan directly released the Holy Spear in his hand. It was not an Anti-Fortress level release, but a release in an Anti-Unit form. A silver light erupted from Aslan's hand, like a white dragon, and also like a silver cross rushing towards the sky.
The released Holy Spear easily pierced through Perseus's stomach. That place was originally a relatively weak spot. After all, to store a head in the stomach, besides the spine, there was probably no other particularly hard defense.
Looking at the wound that had been pierced through his stomach, Perseus's eyes widened slightly. His entire existence then, like a bird with a broken wing, began to fall from the sky. And the released divine spear, under Aslan's call, returned to his hand.
While he's sick, finish him off. Aslan did not hesitate and rushed forward again. The spear in his hand stabbed at Perseus's head. Only the sound of the spear piercing metal was heard. The tip of the Holy Spear pierced Perseus's forehead. It was just that no blood flowed out. Instead, a faint electric current shot down the spear and directly into Aslan's arm.
At this moment, Aslan's expression changed slightly. That's right. The guy before him had undergone mechanical modification. It was indeed not certain that he would die from a serious head injury.
Perseus lifted his own arm. However, this series of injuries was not without any effect on him. At the very least, at this moment, the magical energy that had been continuously outputting had already stopped. The scythe had already cooled down from its high-temperature state. It was just that the blade of the scythe was still sharp.
Aslan, in the first moment, began to activate his own dragon blood, letting his own body begin to dragonify.