For humans who had experienced civilization, they believed firmly in the power of science.
Any power that could not be explained was merely science that had yet to be discovered.
Therefore, they believed that so-called gods were nothing but a lie.
Whether it was knights clad in mecha or the Evolutionary Tide, both could be explained through technology.
If they were human, then they could be killed.
They did not believe that those from advanced civilizations would dare attempt an Evolutionary Tide with such a high elimination rate.
So they had a chance... to slay gods.
Every evolver who had successfully made it here must have weathered countless crises and emerged safely from danger.
In each of their own experiences, they were the protagonist.
Great individual strength and protagonist-like experiences naturally bred an extreme mindset.
It was like killing monsters to level up; now it was God's turn to be the big boss.
As long as it was a monster, it could be killed.
God-slaying—every one of them believed they could do it.
The arrogance of ignorance made Flesh Mountain laugh.
He deliberately lagged behind a few steps, unwilling to walk too close to these brain-damaged fools.
Yet when he saw Elf and the others, even Flesh Mountain could not help but feel an urge to slay gods rise within him.
They had assumed that when they came before gods, they would see fully armed mecha warriors.
By normal reasoning, these advanced civilization lifeforms might have frail flesh, at least utterly vulnerable compared to mecha.
That was why every time they interacted with them, they were encased in metal shells.
But this time, they saw the real people.
When Elf and the others removed their mecha and faced the evolvers directly, they seemed to see their own former weak selves.