He believed that even if that human race knew there was deceit in those bastards' Memory Armor, they would definitely come to fish them out.
And he would, just like the path arranged for these bastards by the human race.
He needed to find a new anchor point, to find a new source of immortality.
No, he had already given up on the vain hope of immortality.
That was already unrealistic.
As for the gods' plan to destroy the human race, to trample them underfoot again, turning them into monkeys good only for sacrifices, he had given up on that even earlier.
Therefore, he could only choose to kidnap the human race, and kidnap more of them.
Make the cost of killing him unbearable for anyone, unbearable for the entire human race.
Then, he would no longer need to fear the death he could foresee.
He was truly afraid now, not just of one person, but of many within a race.
