The death of a demigod was an irreversible outcome. Zeus, in his divine realm, would surely sense his child's death. But it was just the death of one demigod; it wasn't enough to make Zeus truly angry. Zeus, with his broken mind, was fundamentally a very fickle being.
Perseus's death would, at most, make Zeus understand that things were perhaps different from what he... or even the other gods, had imagined. Zeus silently stood up and, without a word, returned to his own divine palace. If things were heading in a direction that they, the gods, could not control, then it was necessary to change their approach towards humanity. At worst, they would just completely domesticate them.
At the same time, Aslan had Estée Lauder spread the news of the demigod's death to the other human settlements. Perhaps some would be extremely afraid, but similarly, some would surely choose to take this opportunity to resist. At that time, the resistance forces would be coordinated by Estée Lauder. While he was confronting the gods, these people would be needed to destroy the divine realm.
Speaking of which, he didn't know what the difference was between the divine realm of this world and the Interstellar City in the Pacific Lostbelt from his memory. But one thing was for sure: the realm where the gods of this world resided would absolutely not have so many cheerful humans. At least in that Pacific Lostbelt, there were still many who believed in and revered the gods. Here, there was probably only resentment and a deeply suppressed resistance.
If he hadn't inquired everywhere and learned that the main bodies of the machine gods in this world were truly severely damaged, Aslan would not have dared to casually confront the gods. You must know, in the Interstellar City, Chaldea and those Heroic Spirits who wanted to save the world had made a great deal of preparation and numerous sacrifices to achieve victory. Aslan didn't think he alone could match so many Heroic Spirits.
Even if, in terms of strength, he might be able to compete for the rank of Grand Rider...
Aslan patted his face. Alright, that's just a thought. When would he finally develop a Reality Marble? Only then would he actually go and compete. Besides, he couldn't just go and apply for the Grand class just because he rode a dragon and piloted a mecha. At least Aslan himself didn't think he was anything special at the moment. Think about Martha, she also rode a dragon, an EX-rank dragon at that. As for piloting a mecha... or something extremely similar to a mecha, besides Odysseus, didn't Europa, who was called the Mother of Europe, also have a giant bronze giant? He had just combined the two. Thinking about the King of Conquerors, as expected, it would be better to develop a Reality Marble first, and then go apply. The chances of being accepted would be higher.
A few days after Aslan and Estée Lauder had left the place where Perseus died, a pressure descended from the sky. After all, Helen had already sent the specific coordinates to Hermes. How fast could humans be? Scanning the entire suspicious area was not difficult for Hermes.
That day, Aslan, who was teasing Melusine, was explaining the further use of the Faerie language to Estée Lauder when an existence wearing magnificent clothes, with golden hair, a monocle, and a dagger at his waist, descended from the sky and blocked their path. The newcomer was precisely Hermes.
Looking at the two before him, who were extremely similar and were also walking so boldly in broad daylight, Hermes's lips curled into a smile. He bowed slightly, and a slightly cold glint flashed in his eyes. "My apologies for disturbing you two so abruptly. There is a matter I would like to ask you about. The hero Perseus should have died at your hands, right?"
Aslan, of course, sensed the powerful aura from the existence before him, especially the constantly pervading, very familiar magical energy unique to the gods!
In his own world, Aslan had thoroughly searched for the whereabouts of the machine gods, and had naturally also found fragments belonging to Hermes. So, Aslan recognized the existence before him at the first moment. Without hesitation, he pushed Estée Lauder back, and the Sword of Brilliant Victory appeared in his hand.
At the same time, his magical energy erupted, and he charged rapidly towards Hermes. The holy sword in his hand swung down from above, creating a golden crescent. And Hermes easily drew the dagger from his waist and blocked in front of him. Even if these existences were currently using a simulated form, they more or less had the characteristics of their own main bodies. As a divine messenger of the gods, an existence that transmitted information, in terms of flying skills and speed of movement, he was the fastest among all the gods. Don't compare him to those so-called divine messengers in people's mouths. Those casually created mecha were just the servants of them, the gods. Only the people living on this land would call them the apostles of the gods.
The only one who could truly be called a Divine Messenger was he, the god Hermes!
Looking at the holy sword clashing with his own dagger, feeling the power on the holy sword, Hermes raised an eyebrow. "It seems I haven't found the wrong person. Perseus should have said the same thing to you, right? Obediently put down the weapon in your hand and come with me, and then submit to our God-King. Otherwise, I can only personally..."
Before Hermes could finish his words, Aslan quickly adjusted his posture and kicked at Hermes's face. Of course, this was dodged by Hermes.
"You have the mood to ask the same question, but unfortunately, I'm not in the mood to give you the same answer. Divine Messenger of Zeus, God of Thieves and Commerce, the god Hermes... no, the Machine God Hermes! Please fall here today!"
Hermes pulled back a certain distance, then took off the monocle on his face and directly crushed it. The originally elegant expression on his face vanished without a trace, replaced by disdain and ferocity. "Such impudence!!"
Aslan didn't say much more. Soon, Hermes also discovered that the golden-haired boy before him, this existence he had regarded as a slightly stronger wild dog, he actually couldn't break through his defense with just his simulated form. Although his speed was extremely fast, the combat skills of the existence before him were also not weak. With just his current self, using speed and a dagger, it was indeed impossible to directly suppress him.
A glint of light flashed in Hermes's eyes. To have such strength, killing Perseus was indeed no problem. It seemed that this period was truly a troubled time for them, the gods.
However, as one of the few brainy ones among the gods, Hermes was also glad that he had secretly brought out his main body.