After his body came to a steady stop, Aslan lifted his head and looked straight ahead. A deep mark was left on the ground. That was the trace left by his spear sliding on the ground to forcibly stop his backward momentum. If not for that, he was afraid he would have flown directly backward until he smashed hard against the wall.
Aslan touched the back of his own neck, then looked at his palm. He could feel that although the force used by the great hero before him was relatively large when he was thrown, and it looked somewhat subconscious and impatient, in the end, it seemed he had used a relatively gentle method. After all, with this demigod's strength, it would not have been impossible for him to grab his own head and body hard, break his bones, and throw him at the same time.
This act of showing mercy... did it mean that the demigod of strength before him had found a bit of the human heart he was supposed to have? After all, a demigod who was a running dog and a puppet of the gods should not have shown mercy to an existence that held malice towards the gods.
Although Aslan had such thoughts, he did not immediately let down his guard against the great hero before him. After all, the helmet being a control device for Heracles was just his own conjecture. Even if this conjecture was infinitely close to the truth, as long as it could not be guaranteed to be 100%, there could still be deviations. Any little deviation could become a fatal point at a critical moment. Aslan would not bet his own life on those few deviations. After all, losing a bet would not be a good ending.
And the axe handle in the hands of the great hero before him clattered to the ground. His hands flew to the helmet on his head, gripping it firmly as he let out a continuous, guttural roar. With a surge of immense force, he began to wrench the helmet apart, tearing it toward either side. The steel helm groaned and shrieked in protest, its material clearly no match for the demigod's overwhelming strength.
With a roar, the entire helmet was torn in half by the demigod and thrown hard to both sides. The electric current that had been enveloping the demigod's head also gradually calmed down. The powerful electric current had left scorch marks on the hair of this being, who was the size of a small giant. A lot of his hair was already stuck together. No matter what, the god who controlled thunder in this world was Zeus, at least in this Western world. Therefore, the lightning that came out of that helmet was naturally no ordinary thing. At the very least, this lightning had torn through the demigod's defense, leaving a few wounds on his forehead. The blood that flowed from those wounds, under the strike of this lightning, had naturally also turned into black blood scabs sticking to his skin. In short, at a glance now, this demigod of strength looked extremely pathetic.
This little giant just stood quietly on the spot, like a black sculpture. Aslan also twitched his fingers and frowned slightly. With the one before him not moving, he really didn't know what to do next. Should he continue to attack? Or just stop like this?
After a moment, the great hero before him finally slowly lowered his own head, revealing that pair of one red and one gold, but extremely clear, eyes. Clearly, this great hero had already woken up.
Aslan raised his own hand and tentatively asked, "Should I call you the god Heracles now, or should I call you the great hero Heracles?"
The answer of the one before him would determine Aslan's next course of action.
And the great hero before him seemed to have understood the meaning behind this question. And so, he gently said, "I am Heracles. And I am human."
Upon hearing this answer, Aslan was clearly relieved.
Heracles's awakening was, of course, excellent news for Aslan. At the same time, Heracles, who had been freed from control, was also trying his best to recall the information he had remembered in his mind when he was being controlled. He had been controlled, that was true. But this did not mean that in the process, Heracles had no consciousness at all. At the very least, Heracles already had a certain guess about Helen's choice. So, while Aslan was struggling with what to do next, Heracles told Aslan that he could choose to watch for now.
It had to be said that Helen was, after all, of Zeus's bloodline, with the blood of a god flowing in her. She had successfully inherited the gods' ability to perform and scheme. After returning to the divine realm, she first apologized to Zeus. Of course, because two demigods had lost contact just like that, Zeus naturally would not give Helen too much of a good face. But Helen was, after all, a great general who would be fighting in their next internal competition among the gods. No matter how unhappy Zeus was, he had to forgive Helen during this period. And Helen, in turn, showed that because of Zeus's forgiveness, she had fallen into a bit of hesitation. Finally, she told Zeus a piece of information. That is, before Hermes's death, they, the demigods, had had contact with Hermes. After all, a certain amount of coordinate information had been obtained by Hermes from them.
In fact, this coordinate information was specifically sent over by Helen to lure Hermes out. But now, Hermes's body could not be recovered. The black box that recorded all that Hermes had seen and heard had also been destroyed in Aslan's scan and dismantling of Hermes. What the truth of the matter was, Zeus could only get a certain one-sided version from Helen's mouth.
In Helen's narration, Zeus only got one very useful piece of information, and that was that Hermes had acted on his own initiative after getting information from some unknown god. This did not rule out the possibility that at this juncture, a certain faction of gods wanted to weaken the combat power and ruling power of his own faction. After all, everyone knew that Hermes had always been by his side. Without a doubt, Hermes was definitely a staunch member of the Zeus faction.
Originally, there had already been various conspiracies and undercurrents faintly flowing among the gods. It was just that all along, there had been a lack of a breaking point. Now, Hermes's death was clearly this breaking point. Especially since Hermes's body had been recovered by who knows who.
Under the circumstances where they, the gods, ruled the human land, humans would only receive their blessings and the modification of nanomachines. Even magic was basically close to extinct. The magic mastered by the humans wandering outside was probably only the most basic of basics, like ignition and lighting. The technology that could take away Hermes should not exist among humans. At least, it did not exist among the wandering humans of the West. This was the result that Zeus had obtained after many of his own collective calculations.