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As expected of an existence who had obtained a good end, after being pierced by the Holy Spear, he did not die directly. Instead, with the appearance of silence after falling from the sky, he used himself as a bait to attempt a final counterattack. The scythe that swung over was his final resistance.
Even though this scythe had cooled down from its high-temperature state, it was still incomparably sharp. To cut off an ordinary person's head would be as simple as cutting tofu.
But it was a pity; Aslan's neck was, of course, not tofu, and Aslan was by no means an ordinary human. Upon seeing Perseus take up the scythe in his hand, Aslan had immediately activated the dragon's blood in his body. With the one after another of his entries into the Reversed state, Aslan was already quite skilled in how to activate his dragon blood to make his body undergo dragonification.
Aslan felt that if he entered the Reversed state a few more times and became more familiar with the feeling of his dragon blood boiling, one day he could easily change from a human form to a half-dragon form. At that time, he would have even more versatile attack postures and defensive means. At least for now, pristine white dragon scales were rapidly covering his original skin, glinting under the sunlight. When the scythe and the dragon scales collided, the hard dragon scales shattered outwards like armor, along with a bit of blood.
Even though Aslan's dragon scales were extremely hard—they were inherited from the White Dragon of the Isle of Britain—no matter what, the scythe in Perseus's hand was also a divine creation. In terms of hardness, it would not lose to Aslan's dragon scales. If this scythe were still in its heated state, it might have really been able to injure Aslan.
But there are never "ifs" in the world.
Perseus also deeply understood this principle. Just like in the distant past, when someone was jealous of him, this great hero, they would use a "sour grapes" tone, saying: "If the gods had not given that guy equipment and weapons, how could he possibly have killed the Gorgon?" But the fact was not an "if." The him of now was indeed the hero who had killed the monster Gorgon, indeed the hero who held the blessings bestowed by the gods. This point would not change, and could not be changed, unless someone could go back to the distant past and persuade the gods not to help him anymore. But that would probably open up another world line, which would have no relation to the him of this world line.
Seeing his scythe stuck in the dragon scales on the neck of the golden-haired young man before him, Perseus couldn't help but mock himself. He had truly been utterly defeated. So that's how it was. The existence before him was a child of a long-unseen dragon species, not a human at all... Wandering outside the continent, what were the two dragons of that island of fae, that island of dragons, thinking? The Red Dragon and the White Dragon had chosen to submit long ago when Zeus's rule spread throughout the entire Western continent. However, looking at it now, it seemed they were not so willing. At least in Perseus's eyes, this was the case. Otherwise, why would such a high-level half-dragon child appear on the continent?
Perseus felt the connection between himself and his father and his other brothers, and then pursed his lips. Because his brain had been directly pierced by the Holy Spear, the communication equipment in his brain had already malfunctioned. The current him had no way of transmitting information to his cheap father. At most, he could transmit information intermittently to Helen. For now, this was all he could do.
Aslan, in turn, touched his own neck, where a not-too-deep wound was left after the dragon scales had receded. He then looked at the head on Perseus's stomach, which he had already completely destroyed. He thought that even if Medusa knew what he had done, she would probably only feel relieved and grateful. Compared to continuing to be used by Perseus, he imagined that this former Earth Mother goddess... this goddess who had been twisted into a monstrous form in Greek mythology, would also want to be free of her monstrous form and obtain eternal peace.
"Farewell, Perseus..."
Perseus revealed a slightly disdainful smile. Then, the Boots of Hermes activated their ability again, and Perseus himself charged directly towards Aslan. Surrendering was never his choice.
Even if he was just a selfish scumbag who had become a hero through extreme good luck, he was, after all, crowned with the name of a hero. Even a selfish scumbag has things he wants to uphold—!!
Aslan did not hesitate. With a flick of the Holy Spear in his hand, a fine head was sent flying high. At the same time, he quickly wrote Faerie Letters in mid-air with his magical energy. Thunder rolled in from all sides. This thunder should be able, in its current state, to completely destroy the function of all the mechanical tissues on Perseus's body.
As a charred head smashed onto the ground, regardless of how he was judged by outsiders, Perseus, who was crowned with the name of a hero, would be removed from this world. Or rather, at this time, he had finally ascended to the Throne of Heroes.
At the same time, far on the other side, Helen, who was leading Heracles on a search, received the message from Perseus. A hint of contemplation, which no one noticed, flashed in her eyes, which were hidden under a black veil. She then led Heracles to change direction and walked towards Aslan's location.
For a rare moment, Helen did not report the current situation directly to Zeus.
At this very moment, Helen had her own thoughts. A message was sent to the mailbox of her other divine brother, Hermes. Hermes was a divine messenger who had always been on Zeus's side. His current situation was not very good either. Whether from the legends or from reality, he had no chance of inheriting the position of the lead ship. As a divine messenger of the gods, and also the patron god of thieves and commerce, the machine god Hermes was actually the transport ship of the entire fleet, with a transaction function. It was just a pity that in the vast sea of stars, the transaction function was basically impossible to realize. If it weren't for the fact that the resources between the many spirits needed Hermes for transportation, and that the other second-tier gods could not be called machine gods at all, he would have had a hard time becoming one of the Twelve Olympians.
Helen was sure that if there was an opportunity to improve his position in Zeus's heart, Hermes would definitely do it with all his might. Especially now that humans were being raised in captivity, and his transportation and commercial skills, or rather, all the humanities-side gods, had already been suppressed. Hermes would only continue to cling to Zeus's thigh. Even if the source of this news was unknown, even if it could be a trap, Hermes would resolutely brave it.