In response to Zeus's questioning, Helen just showed a smile of release. After all, she had finally achieved her goal of throwing the gods' relationships into chaos. Just like the Trojan War back then. Speaking of which, it was thanks to that war that such an unhealable scar was left in the hearts of the gods. Otherwise, it would not have been a simple matter to make them fight amongst themselves now.
"You gave me life, you gave me beauty, and in the end, you treated me as a pawn for the gods to play with, a tool to weaken their strength. You let me have love, but then you made me destroy it with my own hands, leaving me in the annals of human history with nothing but the name of a nation-toppling disaster."
There was hatred in Helen's heart. For the first time, Zeus saw his daughter's true thoughts in her eyes. He had not expected this daughter of his to be so good at hiding. This hatred had been hidden for a thousand years.
Zeus had not even expected that this daughter, whom he had used to create a rift in the relationships between the gods, had actually developed feelings for those humans... his daughter, who possessed the noble bloodline of the gods, had actually fallen in love with a human... He had not expected that the daughter he thought was the most obedient was, in her heart, essentially human, just like that disobedient son of his, Heracles.
Lightning flashed around Zeus. The constantly spreading lightning enveloped the entire divine realm, announcing his anger to all. However, by now, a portion of the gods had already left this place and returned to their own territories. Looking at Zeus's anger, they would only show a hint of a mocking expression, and then quietly watch the spectacle.
Helen looked at the constantly flashing lightning and just gently opened her arms, a disdainful expression on her face. If it weren't for planning this revenge one day, she would have already chosen to return to the underworld hundreds of years ago. Of course, the underworld didn't exist in this world now.
Helen's contemptuous attitude made Zeus even more furious. After all, Helen's attitude was simply like telling him: Your anger, your punishment, I don't care about it at all.
Helen, of course, knew what she was doing. From the moment she had prepared and made up her mind to let the gods fight among themselves, she had already been prepared to welcome the arrival of death at any moment.
Zeus's lightning continuously struck the ground around Helen, as if wanting to make a fearful expression appear on her face. This made Helen purse her lips, a mocking smile on her face. Until now, this God-King was still so concerned with his own face. It seemed that if she did not show a hint of fear before being sentenced to death, it would be a disrespect to this God-King, a blow to his authority.
"Heh, you don't need to threaten me like this. I have long since lost my fear of death. If you can't bring yourself to do it, let me help you. My high and mighty, all-seeing old father."
Helen walked directly into the lightning. The next moment, her figure disappeared in the flash. And this made Zeus's expression become even more annoyed. His face had been completely swept away by this daughter. This simply didn't feel like a punishment. On the contrary, it was like letting this person get what she deserved. But Helen had already disappeared in the lightning. Now that the Age of Gods should have receded and True Ether had dissipated, Zeus had no way to pull Helen's soul out. In this state, Zeus naturally vented his anger on the other traitorous gods.
And faced with such a situation, the other gods were naturally also very unhappy. You, Zeus, have no ability, so you blame all the faults on us? Do you think we're made of paper?
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In the following year or two, Aslan and Heracles, while going out to search for daily necessities, also did their best to help the other people on this land. Although the Divine Messengers, who had originally come out to search for slaves, had already been drawn into the gods' internal battles, the people hiding on this land still did not dare to walk openly on the land.
The reason was too simple. From time to time, the sound of battle would come from the sky, and then fragments of machinery would fall from the sky, smashing hard onto the ground, even forming some new ruins.
Aslan went out to collect daily necessities, and also had the idea of collecting these new machine god fragments. Especially after collecting the fragments of the god of agriculture, the long-term living space inside the Supreme Masterpiece could also be started. What Aslan found most magical was the internal space of Hermes.
He had originally thought that the only thing he could use from Hermes was its thruster. He had not expected that its warehouse could also be added to the Supreme Masterpiece. The spatial folding technology was truly mastered by this transport ship. After applying this technology to the cockpit, the cockpit could have one or two more rooms opened up. One of these rooms, Aslan was preparing to build an ecosystem in, to ensure that he could still maintain his life during long-term activities inside the Supreme Masterpiece.
Although he couldn't completely turn the Supreme Masterpiece into the Nautilus, it was still no problem to improve his own quality of life. If he wasn't worried that if he made a move at this time, he would become the target of the other gods, thus making them join forces to take him out first, Aslan really wanted to intervene in the battle between the gods. It would be best if he could pull in the bodies of one or two more gods into his own warehouse, and then dissect them when he had time.
But Aslan also understood that now was not the time for him to be willful. To be able to watch the fire from the other side of the river, watching the gods fight among themselves, and then pick up the spoils in the end—why not do so? Did he have to face them head-on and get himself involved in this war that could result in the loss of a pile of things?
When the bodies of the gods fell to the ground after their battles, Aslan would directly take them away. The harvest was actually far beyond imagination. But he also had to be careful not to be discovered by the gods and be hit by a stray cannonball. If it weren't for the fact that Aslan was a half-dragon and his speed was extremely fast, plus the help of Melusine, he wouldn't have dared to go and directly collect the falling wreckage while the gods were fighting each other.
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This day, after collecting a lot of daily necessities, the roar of a collision once again came from the sky above. In particular, a beam of magical energy shot down from the sky, striking the ground and leaving a deep trench. Looking up from the ground to the sky, the bow-like main body of a machine god was aimed in one direction. The shield in the hands of a red, humanoid machine god had already been shattered.
Heracles, at the first moment, called out the names of the two machine gods who were fighting. "Artemis... Ares..."
Although it was unknown why these two machine gods were fighting, their battle posture clearly showed that they were fighting for their lives. Aslan, on the other hand, had a smile on his face. It seemed that today might be another great harvest.