Looking at Hermes, who had just crashed to the ground and had not yet taken off again, a smirk curled on Aslan's lips. It was rare for a god to have fallen to the earth. In that case, he might as well properly experience the suffering of the beings on the ground. It would be better not to return to the sky again.
"Come, my Supreme Masterpiece! In the name of Justice, let this god from an old era know that now, their nemesis has arrived! In the name of Justice, surpass the old gods! I hereby swear, this is the power of humanity!!"
The crimson mecha bloomed with powerful magical energy. As a man-made machine god, crowned with the name of Justice, for it to become the natural enemy of the gods in this world, their nemesis, was simply too fitting. To correct the errors of the gods, to bring liberation to the West in the name of Justice, and at the same time, to step on the wreckage of the gods, to perfect oneself step by step, to become even stronger.
Aslan leaped up lightly. The red mecha opened its palm, and after making contact with Aslan, allowed him to easily enter the cockpit. The first moment Aslan's magical energy connected with the entire Supreme Masterpiece, it was as if a special soul had been injected into it. The entire person—no... the entire mecha's aura became even more spirited.
And looking at this high-spirited crimson mecha, Hermes let out a voice of disbelief.
"Impossible!! This is impossible! There's no mistaking this aura! This is the exact same aura as us Machine Gods! The aura of the God of Fire and Forge?! No! My brother would never betray us! What on earth are you? You are a stain on us Machine Gods!!"
In Hermes's eyes, the Supreme Masterpiece, Justice, which possessed such an aura, just from the presence it was currently erupting with, was already not much different from their Twelve Olympians. Plus, it had the aura of the God of Fire and Forge. For a moment, Hermes even thought that his own older brother had created a new machine god, and the two were father and son.
But in a flash, he smiled again. It wasn't so. Because his own brother would absolutely not betray them. In that case, this existence before him, which could possibly be seen as a splinter of the gods in the eyes of humans, absolutely could not be allowed to live. Of course, it wasn't just for this reason. This unknown machine god, this strange machine god that, at least from its aura, could be called one of the Twelve Olympians... he had sided with humanity!! He had even let a human enter his own body!!
In that case, its existence was an error! To still be standing here was its sin! This red existence must be eliminated!
Thinking of this, Hermes couldn't care less about his own face now. Two somewhat damaged and repaired-looking robotic arms extended from his machine body. Relying on these two robotic arms, he forcibly turned his machine body's direction.
At the same time, the place where the original magical energy thrusters were also slowly unfolded like wings. It was just that these wings were clearly a battle-damaged version. You couldn't tell when they were folded away. Once they were opened, you would discover that they looked as if they had just been through a battle and had not yet been repaired or maintained.
Large and small cannon muzzles also appeared on the main body of the entire interstellar transport ship. It was just that a portion of the cannon muzzles were already damaged. In fact, these damaged muzzles were still constantly flashing with a trace of electric current, making the entire situation of Hermes look a bit unstable.
Hermes, having transformed like this, instantly changed from a relatively new-looking interstellar transport ship to a battle-damaged transport ship with some offensive capabilities that had just been through a war. If this form were to be seen by humans, it would surely plant a seed of doubt in their hearts. The doubt that the gods were not always victorious, and at the same time, they would think of ways to wear down their current bodies little by little.
Estée Lauder, standing not far away, had her mouth slightly agape. She first saw the aura erupting from the target she had dreamed of forging, the Supreme Masterpiece, Justice. Then she looked at Hermes, who had revealed his true form. For a moment, most of the fear in her heart was worn away. After all, when one saw the originally high and mighty god reveal such a dilapidated, battle-worn appearance, the pressure in one's heart would lighten.
At the same time, Estée Lauder was also surprised that the Supreme Masterpiece, at least in terms of its aura, could actually be on par with those high and mighty gods. This blacksmith who had come from another world had actually touched the divine with his own hands. It was truly surprising. So, was it also possible for her to do it?
Estée Lauder looked at her own hands. She could receive all the knowledge that Aslan had taught her without any difficulty. This made a glimmer of hope flash in Estée Lauder's eyes. If Aslan could really shoot down a god now, then she would ask Aslan to sell her a part of the god. One day, she too would use a god as material to personally create an artificial god!
Estée Lauder rubbed her chin, then threw out her Mystic Code. One after another, small mecha appeared before her. In the chests of the small mecha, the small sprites were cheering. Until now, the small sprites had not yet recovered from the reality that the mecha they inhabited had been upgraded and become stronger.
Estée Lauder, of course, knew that their small mecha were certainly no match for the main body of a machine god. But in the process of Aslan and the god Hermes fighting, she could collect the metal fragments that fell to the ground during their battle. At the same time, if Aslan were to be at a disadvantage, she could have these small mecha release smoke bombs and flashbangs to create a chance for retreat.
Estée Lauder had, after all, lived in an environment where it was difficult to collect materials. For these materials that fell during battle and could be used for self-repair, how could she possibly let them go!
In Estée Lauder's own words, being thrifty and managing the household well was a beautiful habit that everyone should have! You must know, the current Estée Lauder still had a portion of Perseus's body wreckage piled up in her own little warehouse. Of course, it was the machine parts. Estée Lauder had no desire to pile up a man's corpse in her own warehouse. She didn't have any fearsome hobbies, and at the same time, she wasn't that concerned with men. There were still many living men on this continent. Why should she bother with a charred corpse that was just a human torso after losing its mechanical body?! Besides, how can men bring the same joy as smithing? Men will only affect the speed of my smithing!
Of course, her teacher Aslan was an exception. And those men who were helpful to her smithing were also temporarily excluded.