Upon saying this, Perfikot finally turned around to face the female champion directly, the expression on his face turning harsh: "I don't know what era you hail from, nor how people of your ti viewed the divine.
But to , so-called gods are rely a form of powerful life, gaining divinity only through human worship, thus becoming divine.
They aren't inherently noble, nor are they born to enslave humanity! Quite the contrary, gods are nothing more than parasites that depend on human belief to survive.
You respect them, take pride in their divine status; I understand, it's no problem.
But don't drag everyone else into being a dog because you want to be one. I refuse to be so lowly, and my knees won't kneel down either!"
As Perfikot spoke these words, the four-ard lion collided with the ancient beast on the other side, engaging in a fierce battle.
As the skirmish unfolded, the red glow in the sky intensified, and the female champion before Perfikot was so angry her hair almost caught fire.
No, her hair literally turned into flas, and a fiery long sword appeared in her hand.
She pointed the long blade at Perfikot, shouting angrily: "I'm going to cut out your tongue and see if you can still run that mouth!"
With that, she charged at Perfikot furiously, seemingly intending to strike her down with a single blow.
However, Perfikot didn't mind at all, rely tapping her staff to conjure a barrier of alchemy as defense.
The female champion crashed into it, suddenly suspended as if encased in amber, fixed directly in front of Perfikot.
"Human strength is insignificant; they are neither as powerful as gods nor as pure as ancient beasts. Yet, humanity's force is also great, for united, humans can achieve anything they desire." Perfikot, still composed, watched as the female champion's fiery hair flared even more fiercely, and she continued: "Human strength, like air, seems incapable of hindrance at a glance, even appearing nonexistent.
But when air gathers at a certain intensity, you begin to feel its power — just as you are now stopped by it.
Air, too, possesses power; when concentrated, it can block any attack, even those of teors which are ultimately obliterated beyond the sky."
"What have you done to …" the female champion managed to speak with difficulty, realizing she couldn't move, nor even muster the strength to struggle.
Perfikot twisted her staff slightly, keeping the female champion fixed in midair while explaining: "Not much, just altered the air density, physical state, and atmospheric pressure around you.
You, who only know battle, might not understand, so let put it simply: I turned the air between you and into a non-Newtonian fluid. If you approached slow enough, it's like jumping into water.
But as your speed exceeds a certain limit, it becos a wall and, the greater your force, the harder it becos."
"What are you talking about…" Unquestionably, the arena-born female champion couldn't comprehend what Perfikot was saying at all.
In fact, even the scientists of this era might find understanding Perfikot's words challenging, as non-Newtonian fluids often seem contrary to common sense.
Furthermore, Perfikot's thod of transforming air into non-Newtonian fluid was enough to make one shout it's neither magic nor science.
However, with the Philosopher's Stone in her hand and new omniscience ability, Perfikot could indeed turn air into a non-Newtonian fluid to block anything she wished.
Of course, there was a way to break it, but for the battle-focused female champion before her, that seed out of reach.
Though, Perfikot didn't seem intent on killing her, rely keeping her immobilized, leaving Beifa to watch over her, while she turned her attention to the battle between the four-ard lion and the ancient beast.
The ancient beast, in terms of size, wasn't too different from the last one that was slaughtered, both resembling gorilla variants.
However, this one appeared stronger, more robust, with a pair of sharp claws as long as its forearms growing from its sturdier arms, looking like bladed gauntlets.
As these claws swung, they indeed functioned like bladed gauntlets, leaving marks on the four-ard lion and even sparking against the giant cleaving sword.
Perfikot noted that this ancient beast's head appeared more normal, though it still resembled a boar's head with curled ram horns, the strange forehead markings were gone.
In place of the odd markings was a patch of snow-white fur.
"This is a variant among ancient beasts, possessing a stronger body, but seems even less intelligent," the God of Wisdom tily provided an explanation.
"It seems decent; I just wonder if it can defeat my third-generation Godslaying Armor." Perfikot said, not at all concerned about her Godslaying Armor losing.
The reason was simple: for beneath the armor of the third-generation Godslaying Armor was also an ancient beast's body.
To be precise, Perfikot had extracted bone marrow stem cells from the severed claw of that ancient beast, induced differentiation to cultivate an embryo, then used her knowledge of human transmutation to mold the matured body into the current form of the four-ard lion.
As for the armor, besides providing defense, it served more as a restraint to prevent it from becoming an uncontrollable killing machine.
Therefore, Perfikot had even perford brain modifications on the cultivated body, replacing a small portion of brain tissue with chanical Mind components, enabling more rational behavior.
Of course, if Perfikot so desired, she could also reverse this suppression, fully unleashing its beast nature while removing the constraints of the armor, allowing it to release even greater combat power.
But there was a potential risk with that approach, naly that the berserk four-ard lion might not easily calm down to be restrained again.
Hence, unless absolutely necessary, Perfikot wouldn't do so.
Right now, although this ancient beast seed more ferocious and powerful under the War God's blessing, it was still no match for the four-ard lion, and was soon slashed bloody.
Of course, the third-generation Godslaying Armor also sustained quite a few injuries, with scratch marks on the armor and even wounds to the flesh inside, causing blood to flow out.
But this didn't affect the four-ard lion's combat capability; instead, it roused its ferocity, causing its four heavy chopping swords to swing even faster, creating a true storm of blades.
If not for the ancient beast's sufficiently robust body, with heavy swords leaving only shallow marks, it might have already been minced into at paste.
However, even so, the increasing number of wounds and blood loss were beginning to overwhelm the ancient beast.
The four-ard lion fought more courageously as the battle continued, its attacks becoming more efficient, its four arms even more coordinated.
Seeing the battle turning decisive, the red light cast by the War God gradually shifted, focusing on the four-ard lion, while a small stream also illuminated Perfikot.
Clearly, to the War God, while the four-ard lion was pleasing, it paled in comparison to Perfikot, the one who created it.
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