Looking at the two heads thrown in front of her, Perfikot felt for the first ti that her brain was a bit overwheld.
Although she could understand that the War God seed to fancy her and hoped she would beco the chosen champion, thus offering various temptations for her agreent.
She could also comprehend that there should be different factions and struggles among the Divine, but such a move of chopping off heads at the slightest disagreent—wasn't it a bit too radical?
Facing the red woman who returned in front of her, still clad in that nacing Steam Armor, Perfikot did not adopt a hostile stance.
She rely watched the woman cautiously and then asked, "Killing them just like that, is it okay? Aren't you supposed to be from the sa camp as the Ancient Gods, on the sa side?"
Perfikot's understanding of the Ancient Gods ca solely from the church's records and various materials and docunts she had gathered.
While this information helped her understand what kind of existence the Ancient Gods were, considering that the mythological era was thousands of years ago, the accuracy and reliability of these records were highly suspect.
This is not to say there was false information within these records, but the loss, distortion, and errors over the long years have caused deviations in the truthfulness of this information.
Hence, when facing an Ancient God with whom she could converse, Perfikot naturally hoped to extract more information from them.
And the red woman before her, self-proclaid champion of the War God arena, now removed her Steam Armor, assuming a non-combat posture, and approached Perfikot. After evaluating her, she spoke in a very bold voice, "You're the bravest little girl I've ever seen. Refusing the War God's gift, many achieved that even in my ti, but to refute the God of War as you did—you are the first I've ever t!"
No wonder the War God favors you so, even the Divine desire you; you indeed have the qualification to beco the chosen champion.
As for your question, it's actually easy to answer. Although the War God is a mber of the Divine, the Divine is far from united. At least when dealing with the Goddess of Beauty—this wanton woman—and her courtiers, you can trust the War God."
Obviously, the female champion did not directly answer Perfikot's question, but the information revealed was still plentiful.
The most critical point is that there are also struggles for interests among the Divine, which is good news for Perfikot.
Still, she calmly maintained her composure and reason, saying to the woman again, "I dare not trust a Divine who wants to twist my will. If the Divine were worthy of trust, the mythological era wouldn't have ended."
At this point, Perfikot glanced at Sanderion approaching her and shook her head disdainfully, "Moreover, your sacrificial thods requiring nurous life offerings, sorry I can't condone that.
As a human, I certainly wouldn't want soday to be treated like livestock, offered on an altar."
"To be sacrificed as an offering to the Divine—that's the glory of being human!" The female champion retorted with great discontent, visibly angered by Perfikot's disdain for the Divine.
But she quickly controlled her anger, looked at Perfikot, and said, "You actually understand that there is a great difference between ordinary people and soone favored by the Divine like you. Though you claim to be human, do you really think you are the sa as them?"
If the female champion asked the other nobles of this era, they might truly think themselves different from the common people at the bottom of society.
After all, this is an era of classes, emphasizing lineage and birth; the ordinary bottom and the ruling class have never been the sa type of people.
But for Perfikot, humans only differ in race, without any hierarchy distinction. The concept of equality for all had deeply ingrained in the era before she transmigrated.
Perhaps so still thought themselves superior, and reality indeed had significant social class disparities in certain aspects, but no one dared to openly proclaim themselves as superior, considering others inferior.
Thus, for Perfikot, she could accept that her social status might be higher than others or that her societal value might be greater, but claiming she was of a different class from others—that's sothing Perfikot never thought of.
The notion of genius being lonely is rely about thoughts and communication, not that geniuses are a different high-grade species.
Therefore, facing the female champion's questioning, Perfikot rely coldly laughed and said, "I am human, I am of the sa species as other humans—this is undeniable! They may be humble and lowly in your eyes, but it is precisely because of countless ordinary people you despise that this world can exist!
They are the cornerstone of society's existence; without them, whether Divine or noble, all would just be castles in the air!
Admitting I am of the sa class with them is not a sha; rather, it fills with pride because I know I am just an ordinary human, not any Divine or any superior being!
If I thought myself superior to them, then the Divine would equally be unworthy to be my class! Humans can ascend to beco New Gods, so the so-called Divine were rely humans from long ago! Why can't I beco a New God? Why can't I beco a being superior to the Divine?"
Perfikot's words were not rely refuting the female champion in front of her; they reflected her inner thoughts.
Having analyzed Divinity and understanding how it is generated, Perfikot had a clear cognition of how Divine were born.
These beings are not inherently sacred and powerful, they were only creatures that gathered faith and birthed Divinity under the worship of all beings.
Perhaps they are indeed lofty now, but they were once rely part of the multitude.
If Perfikot truly thought herself superior, then re Divine would hardly be worth a transmigrator's attention.
"A mortal who dares to surpass the Divine? I take back my previous assessnt; you're not the bravest little girl I've seen but the most arrogant mortal," the female champion's face turned cold as well, lifting her battle axe towards Perfikot and said, "The rcy and grace of the Divine are not endless. If you don't know what's good for you, next ti I will personally chop off your head!"
With that, the female champion vanished in a flash of flas, leaving only that set of bright red Steam Armor.
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