The death of a god, of course, would not have its curtain fall so simply. At the very least, in the divine realm, of the statues of the Twelve Olympians that had always stood tall on a high platform, worshipped and looked up to by all, one had completely dimmed. At the same time, in the hearts of the various gods—or to be precise, in their minds—an eternal connection had just faded away.
Zeus was even directly jolted awake from his state of resting with his eyes closed. Losing just one Perseus, a mere demigod, was no matter. However, now a god had died. Even if it was just the weakest of the gods, for the gods, it was a provocation. What's more, an existence that could defeat a god was, to them, fundamentally a threat.
Of course, it wasn't as if some of the other gods didn't have some crooked ideas. Since Hermes was already dead, where was his machine god body now? More or less, they had all crossed the sea of stars together, and were also of the same batch of beings. Hermes's body could, of course, be repurposed as material to repair their own machine god bodies.
Several gods had already begun to dispatch their Divine Messengers to the place where Hermes had last sent a signal. Aslan, on the other hand, had directly taken away Hermes's body. Of course, he had also left a portion of the less important, low-quality fragments for the gods. If the gods could have an internal conflict over this little bit of low-quality fragments, that would naturally be for the best.
Of course, thinking about it, it was probably unlikely. According to Zeus's current level of deterrence and control over the gods, if Zeus were the first to obtain the fragments, he would surely use them himself. If another god were to obtain them... he would probably make a reasonable judgment before the conflict could escalate. After all, a god had just died. Now was not the time for internal conflict among the gods.
Although the current Aslan really wanted to dissect Hermes right here, it was clear that this place was currently too dangerous. Aslan decided to prioritize going to the place where the "Holy City," established by those who had believed in him and called him the Son of God in his own world, had been. That place was in itself hidden enough. As long as he made a few more arrangements, it should be able to become a perfect base. After all, that place was relatively remote. If he hadn't used Faerie Letters to adjust the underground water veins back then, there would have been no water for people to survive. Now, that place should be a barren wasteland. After all, in his world, that place had lush vegetation and fertile land, mainly because it had a body fragment of the god of agriculture. And in this world, the god of agriculture was still one of the high and mighty Twelve Olympians. How could a fragment of its body have fallen in that remote, barren land?
Fortunately, after putting Hermes's body into a special spatial box, it wouldn't cause him too much of a weight burden. Otherwise, with such a huge body, no matter how hard he tried, it would not be a simple matter to move it.
He took out a vehicle that looked like a motorcycle from his box, and at the same time, installed a passenger seat on the side of it. After all, he had to take care of Estée Lauder, who had never seen this kind of vehicle.
"Just think of it as a horse for now."
With this explanation, Aslan finally managed to temporarily suppress the excitement and curiosity that had welled up in Estée Lauder's heart. Right now, getting away was the most important thing.
Similarly, although the death of a god was not announced to the public, the servants in the divine realm who cleaned the statues of the gods every day, how could they not have discovered that the statue belonging to Hermes had already become dim and lusterless? Although everyone had their guesses, being in the divine realm, it was naturally impossible to discuss this matter openly. But more or less, a glimmer of hope flashed in their long-dull eyes. As long as there was hope, there was something to look forward to in life. At least for the people living here, life was no longer just endless darkness.
Of course, the gods' investigation did not yield the results they wanted. On the other side, Helen, who had been acting with Heracles, also got the result she wanted. Although her father had not sent her any information, it was precisely this abnormally quiet situation, with no information being sent at all, that was enough to show that something major had gone wrong among the gods.
At the same time, after this period of observation, it seemed that Hermes's Divine Messengers were missing from the sky. Even if Hermes were seriously injured, his Divine Messengers would surely continue to collect all sorts of servants for him according to the previous plan. But now, all the Divine Messengers had quietly disappeared from the sky. This could only mean one thing: their leader was gone. Presumably, those Divine Messengers would soon be divided up by the other gods.
A smile curled on Helen's usually indifferent face. She then quickly reined in the smile, glanced at Heracles behind her. It was time to send a great gift to the side that was resisting the gods. The great hero Heracles had never submitted to the gods. Of course, she hoped those people were smart enough to see the abnormality of Heracles. Otherwise, they would lose a very strong ally.
Helen had actually never been far from Aslan and the others. Looking at the relatively hidden valley before her, Helen could also basically confirm that the warrior who had killed Hermes should already be hidden in the valley. And so, Helen gently patted Heracles's shoulder and pointed straight ahead. "Go! Heracles. I hope you can meet the ending you've been waiting for."
With a roar, Heracles charged directly in the direction Helen had pointed.
And in the valley, Aslan had just released Hermes's body. The giant machine god's body had basically filled half the space inside the valley. At the same time, Aslan took out the holy sword in his hand. He already knew what to do. He infused a large amount of magical energy into the holy sword, which instantly emitted a dazzling light. With a swing from Aslan, it was directly stuck on Hermes's thruster. With a loud bang, the main thruster on Hermes's body was directly detached from his body. Of course, Aslan did not intend to use all of Hermes's thrusters on his own Supreme Masterpiece. He would leave a portion as a gift for the "him" of this world, that is, Estée Lauder.
Aslan was also very curious. With his own technology and the bodies of these machine gods, what kind of mecha could Estée Lauder forge in the future?
Estée Lauder, unlike him, was not a soul from another world. The era she was in limited her design and concepts. And Aslan's arrival was just the thing to open such a window for her.