"Wuu~"
Pandora tugged at the hem of Aslan's clothes with a sobbing voice and said,
"I'm sorry, the usurped Divine Authority cannot be transferred into your body."
(What now? He won't chop me with his sword, right?)
Pandora's heart panicked to the extreme. As an Earth Mother Goddess, meeting a Steel Hero was basically encountering her natural enemy.
If not for Verethragna already defeated and bound by the Circle of Usurpation, she normally wouldn't even dare appear before such a Steel Hero.
From Gaia, Mother Earth, to Rhea, Goddess of Time, and finally Pandora—she had never won against Steel Gods.
Continuously oppressed and bullied to this extent, in the end she could only retaliate by creating God Slayers.
"Then, since I've lost one Divine Authority, how will you compensate me?"
Aslan looked at the trembling Pandora with a mysterious smile.
Gazed at by Aslan's blue eyes, Pandora shook like a little rabbit targeted by a giant dragon.
"I surrender. Can you not kill me? For the sake of us both being Gods—after all, if I'm killed, what about the Heretic Gods in various parallel worlds?"
The birth of God Slayers wasn't coincidence, and Pandora didn't have the ability to extend the Circle of Usurpation to all parallel worlds.
In fact, the Circle of Usurpation's birth and God Slayers' existence on Earth were results permitted by the planet and mythology.
There were always Gods who disobeyed their myths, ambitiously descending to Earth to alter mythology and gain freedom.
But the arrival of Gods, manifesting as Heretic Gods, caused severe damage to Earth. Especially Steel Gods. Their arrival drained Earth's spiritual energy and brought various disasters.
And God Slayers bore the responsibility of cleansing Heretic Gods.
Pandora hoped Aslan would spare her based on the duty she carried.
At this moment, Aslan spoke in an extremely calm tone.
"So what, but what does that have to do with me? Tell me, how exactly should you compensate me for losing this Divine Authority?"
"Aren't you the Savior? Where's your sense of responsibility?"
Pandora said with held-back tears.
"I'm not this world's Savior, and since when did you get the illusion that I'm not saving this world?"
Aslan rolled his eyes at Pandora.
(Otherwise, what do you think I'm doing right now? Isn't it to prevent this world from being sunk by those Two-Digits?)
(Forget who brought this danger for now.)
(Tell me, am I saving this world or not!)
This was a multiverse-saving achievement.
Aslan looked at the nearly vanishing, unclaimed Divine Authorities, then flicked a Magic: The Gathering card to store this Eastern War God's Divine Authorities.
Though useless to him, and a hot potato to others.
But for Kalki, it was a great item, fully capable of helping develop Another Cosmology.
Maybe he could sell it at a good price to the Sun Kings group.
Almost forgot—he could also extort Indra.
Who told him to be unlucky? Verethragna happened to be Indra's alter ego.
Moreover, he also had Indra and Vishnu alter egos in Hinduism.
This Divine Authority's incarnation portion came from Vishnu's alter ego.
One stroke, two islands crossed—perfect!
"Didn't you not lose this Divine Authority?"
Pandora raised her head, looked at Aslan, and said coaxingly.
"That… can we call it even? I really have nothing, truly can't compensate."
"That's true, you indeed have no assets to compensate."
Aslan pinched his chin, looking at Pandora with interest.
He could see Pandora was telling the truth. The Domain of Immortality had no foothold for her. She didn't even own real estate. Her only daily pleasure was observing the real world through the Underworld, watching her children.
Namely, the other God Slayers.
As for Divine Authorities and Divinity? She had changed from Gaia to Pandora—what Divine Authorities or Divinity did she still have?
She even had to operate the Circle of Usurpation herself.
At this moment, Aslan glanced at Pandora.
Seeing this, Pandora unconsciously looked at her slender body and said with slight fear.
"You… you don't want me to pay with my body, right?"
Pandora looked at him with a slightly flushed face. If she really had to pay with her body—
(Seems I wouldn't lose either? This man looks exactly like King Arthur from Legends of King Arthur.)
As a mythology compiled by witches, Arthur contained many witches' fetishes. Though in mythology, witches' incarnation was Morgan.
But Morgan was also interested in Arthur's body.
"If it's you, it's not impossi—"
*THUNK!*
Pandora's words weren't finished before being cut off by Aslan's hard flick.
"You're daydreaming!"
Aslan slightly flexed his wrist.
"I mean, work to pay off the debt. Just work for me for a thousand years, then the matter's settled."
Hearing this, Pandora was shocked. She hadn't expected the other party to ask her to work off the debt.
Though not paying with her body—slightly a loss.
But at least she survived, right?
Pandora couldn't help asking hesitantly.
"Really? Just a thousand years is enough?"
"If you want to work for free, that's also fine."
Aslan looked at Pandora somewhat strangely, not understanding how she could be so happy despite being exploited.
Pandora's small eyes immediately sparkled.
At this moment, Aslan realized Athena and Lancelot, who went to capture Melqart in Sardinia, had returned.
Without saying anything, he directly left the Underworld, leaving only Pandora looking awkwardly at his back as he departed without hesitation.
"Am I that unattractive?"
Pandora showed an expression doubting life.
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Real World, Sardinia.
Erica watched Verethragna easily killed by Aslan and muttered softly.
"God-slaying… is actually this easy?"
From Erica's perspective, Verethragna only drew the Golden Sword, ran two steps, then froze.
His youthful face still showed a satisfied smile from his plan's success. Time seemed to stop on him.
Then, until gently pierced by Aslan's sword, his body crumbled, turned to sand, and was blown away by the wind.
"If I'd known, I would've done it myself—"
But Erica's words weren't finished before her mouth was covered by Liliana.
Liliana showed a terrified expression and said to Erica with slight disbelief.
"Erica Blandelli, do you know what you're saying?"
Fortunately, Aslan had just gone to the Underworld. Otherwise, based on Erica's words, Liliana wouldn't be wrong to execute her on the spot.
Even Red Copper Black Cross wouldn't escape the consequences.
"Let her go, Lilli."
At this moment, Aslan returning from the Underworld looked at Erica with interest and said to Liliana.
Hearing Aslan's voice, Erica's entire body froze. From feet to head, all limbs stiffened.
Done for? This time truly done for—heard by the King.
She really hadn't expected Aslan to return this quickly.
Normally, shouldn't it take some time after slaying a God to receive Divine Authorities?
"However, since you said you could do it too, maybe I can give you a chance."
Coincidentally, Athena and Lancelot had captured Melqart and were on their way back here.
Hearing this, Erica suddenly widened her eyes, looking at Aslan with slight fear.
(No way? Making me fight a Heretic God?)
Though she was somewhat arrogant, she knew what kind of monsters Heretic Gods were.
But this happened because she misspoke. To not drag Red Copper Black Cross down, Erica had to accept Aslan's grace.
"Very well, thank you for the opportunity you've given."
Erica knelt on one knee and said sincerely.
But her heart was extremely bitter. As expected, teasing Liliana too often—karma came.
Liliana beside her also looked at Erica with slight pity.
She looked at Aslan hesitantly. Though Erica loved teasing her, that was how they got along.
Erica was also her childhood playmate. Calling her a childhood friend wasn't wrong.
Seeing Erica about to sacrifice her life for misspeaking, Liliana was still slightly hesitant.
"King, isn't this punishment too excessive?"
Liliana knelt on one knee. She hoped Aslan would retract his words.
Making Erica face a Heretic God directly—she would die, definitely die!
Aslan said with a smile: "How can this be called punishment? This is clearly giving her a chance to become a God Slayer."
Liliana opened her mouth but didn't continue. Speaking for Erica was already due to their good relationship.
(Erica, fight on your own. I've tried my best.)
(You really have to force me to die, Devil King?) Erica thought with a smile on her face.
She didn't even dare curse inwardly now.
At this moment, Aslan suddenly looked up into the distance and said.
"They're here."
The sound of horse hooves rang out. The honey-haired Valkyrie carrying the silver-haired loli rode a white horse back victorious with war spoils.
The massive figure dragged behind them, tattered and unconscious, was the Heretic God, King of Gods Melqart.
After a fierce battle between Athena and Lancelot, they finally captured Melqart alive without injury.
"This is the Semitic Sea King of Gods Melqart? Triple Goddess Athena? And Steel Goddess Lancelot?"
Erica saw the truth for the first time, and then her face changed.
(The King can't possibly want me to fight these three Gods, right?)
Instantly, Erica felt unwell all over.