He placed Hermes's main thruster to the side, and Aslan quickly began to modify the entire thruster. After all, with such a huge thruster, to shrink it while at the same time ensuring its original thrust and assembling it with the Supreme Masterpiece was not something that could be done just by saying so. The Supreme Masterpiece also needed to have some of its existing thrusters removed before it could be modified. At the same time, Hermes's thruster also needed to have its data rewritten. The spiritual will remnant of Hermes absolutely could not be mixed with the current intelligence that the Supreme Masterpiece possessed.
He put the other wreckage of Hermes's huge body back into the box. Aslan, without the slightest hesitation, directly gave the box to Estée Lauder. "It's for you. Use the remains of these gods to complete your dream."
Estée Lauder, upon seeing the box in her hands, was first stunned, and then an expression of surprise and a little bit of panic appeared on her face.
"This... this... this is too precious. I am unworthy of it!"
Although Estée Lauder lived in such an environment and knew that opportunities were rare, and that if there was a chance to strengthen herself, she should never let it go, but no matter what, Estée Lauder also had her own bottom line. Too much is as bad as not enough. Human greed and desire are endless. If she did not control her own behavior, one day she would die in the midst of desire and greed.
To be able to accidentally run into this golden-haired young man, this "brother" who looked so much like her, to be able to follow by his side, learn all sorts of knowledge, broaden her own horizons, and even get advice and guidance on the outcome of her ultimate long-cherished wish, and at the same time, let her see the possibilities of humanity in this world—Estée Lauder stated that she was already very grateful for this.
What's more, in the battle with Hermes, Estée Lauder had only watched from a distance, and had only rushed to Aslan's side after the battle was over. In the process, she had only collected a portion of the fragments that had fallen from Hermes's body. She hadn't even managed to distract Hermes's attention. For her, who had not played a role in the battle, could she really take the spoils of this golden-haired young man and use them without any guilt?
Estée Lauder considered herself incapable of doing so. If she were to accept it just like that, she would be nagging herself about it in her heart for the rest of her life. "Aslan, you've already given me enough. So this body of a god, I absolutely cannot accept it!"
Aslan looked at Estée Lauder before him, his lips curling into a smile. As he had said before, Aslan greatly admired this young lady before him. In a world like this, to still be able to maintain one's bottom line, not to be overwhelmed by the huge benefits before her, was the foundation among foundations for surviving in the process of fighting against the gods.
Therefore, upon hearing the young lady before him say this, Aslan directly curled his lips into a smile, then reached out his own hand and rubbed the young lady's hair. "For you to be able to say such words to me, I am very gratified. Maintaining such a mentality is the key for you to be able to continue walking in this world."
Aslan put his hands on his hips and once again pushed the box containing Hermes's body in the young lady's direction. "In any case... you can accept this thing with a clear conscience. As for the reason, I've told you, I am a traveler from another world, right? But I haven't completely explained the relationship between the two of us."
Estée Lauder's eyes widened slightly, a hint of curiosity in them.
Aslan smiled and pointed to his own hair and eyes. "Just as you said when we first met, we have such similar hair color, such similar eyes, and even our features are somewhat similar. Even across a world, how many such coincidences are there? Not to mention, we are both blacksmiths. I think you should have a certain guess about my identity by now."
Aslan spread his hands. If he had said this much and the young lady before him still didn't understand the relationship between the two of them, then Aslan would be truly helpless.
Estée Lauder pieced all the information together in her mind, then took half a step back. A flash of disbelief crossed her eyes, her mouth slightly agape, and for a long time, she couldn't say what she wanted to say.
It was also at this moment that a roar came from within the valley. As this roar was emitted, the expressions on Aslan's and Estée Lauder's faces instantly became serious. This was a barren land. How could there be a roar like that of a magical beast? Clearly, the newcomer was not friendly.
The heavy sound of footsteps, combined with the roar and the sound of weapons and stones rubbing against each other, a huge sense of pressure came from the direction of the intersection.
It seemed now was not the time to continue their conversation...
Aslan and Estée Lauder looked at each other. Estée Lauder, with great tacit understanding, took a few steps back. At the same time, she released her own small mechas, letting them hold their weapons and disperse to various locations. She hadn't been of much help to Aslan during the battle with Hermes before, but this time, it was clear that the newcomer was not a god. She had to help out!
Aslan listened to the continuously approaching sound. He had a rough guess as to the identity of the enemy who had arrived. Come to think of it, besides the gods, the ones standing in opposition to them were naturally those so-called demigods. Right now, it was probably a demigod preparing to launch an attack on them. He just didn't know which hero it was this time.
To be honest, to have to fight with the heroes recorded in the stories, Aslan's heart actually had a few different thoughts. Perhaps it was anger towards these heroes, perhaps it was emotion for their current situation and choices. In any case, for the heroes recorded in the stories to become the subordinates of the fallen gods... this was simply like a dragonslaying hero finally becoming a subordinate of the Demon King.
Especially the heroes of Greece. Basically, all of their lives were manipulated by the gods. Now, these gods had taken them in as running dogs. It always gave one the feeling that the heroes' own selves had been discarded here.
Faced with the toying of the gods, shouldn't the heroes feel indignant and directly fight back? But most of them had blood relations, so choosing to become running dogs was also within reason.
A huge figure walked out from the darkness. After seeing this figure, Aslan's eyes widened slightly, and then he directly let out a curse.