The resounding voice echoed in the endless camp. In front of Achilles were tens of thousands of Mycenae's elite.
However, even though more and more soldiers came to hear the voice, the hero with spears did not take them seriously at all.
If Achilles was more or less humble in Silvermoon City.
He respected the martial arts of his mentor, the archery of the goddess of hunting, and the knowledgeable wizards, then when he left Silvermoon City, this little humility was only arrogance. I
, Achilles, am invincible in the world. Who dares to fight me? !
"Who is coming? How dare you say such arrogant words!"
As soon as Achilles' voice fell, a loud shout came from afar.
There were more than just their kings in the Mycenae army. The first to react at this moment was a general with extraordinary strength.
The men and horses were all wearing iron armor, and the brave knights began to charge forward.
Indistinctly, Achilles seemed to be able to see something painted on the armor.
That was a badge that symbolized the identity of the newcomer, and also recorded the noble bloodline of his ancestors. However, looking at the galloping horse, Achilles had no intention of identifying it.
Who do you think you are? Is it worth it for me to identify your origin?
If it were the gods of your ancestors, they would be worthy of fighting with me on this battlefield, but you, a descendant of who knows how many generations...
First take my attack and survive, and I will give you another chance to save your life!
"Come on--"
With a loud laugh, Achilles swung his spear and drew an arc in the air. Then he bent his legs slightly and jumped suddenly.
The action was only in an instant, and the thought was only in a flash.
In front of him was a galloping knight, and the blood on his body seemed to have merged with the alien mount under him.
This was the son of Poseidon, the descendant of the divine horse Aerion. Although it had been diluted for who knows how many generations, it, like its owner, had the blood of the gods.
The knight and the mount cooperated with each other, and they could burst out a power that was far greater than the sum of one plus one. But at this moment, the offensive and defensive forces were completely opposite.
Clang...
—— Bang!
The spear and the lance collided, but there was only a slight pause, and then continued to press down.
The high-speed horse was hit hard. With a "crack", the descendant of the divine horse broke its front leg bones, leaving a long mark on the ground.
On the back of the horse, the Mycenaean general did not react at all.
In a trance, his arms broke under the huge force and he was knocked off the horse.
However, the swung spear did not stop, but hit the general's armor with even more violent force.
Like tofu, there was no power to resist. With the sound of the armor breaking, the Mycenaean general's consciousness blurred instantly.
Only vaguely, he seemed to hear a disdainful ridicule.
"Oh, it's true."
"Among ordinary people, you have some skills, but that's all."
"I hope your king won't let me down too much."
...
Boom -
In the center of the coalition camp, Agamemnon felt the earth shaking in the distance just after he put on the armor sent by the priest not long ago.
Noise and discussion followed, and the soldiers' fear spread like a contagion.
At this moment, even though the brand new armor on his body was said to come from the hands of the god of craftsmanship, the heart of the King of Mycenae was cold.
In such a situation, could it be that the Athenian army is coming, but why didn't the sentinels he arranged report in advance?
It is impossible for an army of more than 10,000 people to approach silently, which is not in line with common sense. But if this is really the case, I am afraid that even if the God of War is alive, he will inevitably suffer a great defeat.
"Come here, how many people from Athens have come? Are they on guard? Why didn't you report in advance? Where did the cavalry patrolling outside the tent go?"
With an ugly face, Agamemnon scolded sternly.
However, under his rebuke, in addition to the guards who were also confused, the soldier who came to deliver the message showed a strange expression.
"Your Majesty..."
After hesitating for a moment, the soldier said hesitantly:
"There is no army, only one person."
"One person?"
"Yes, only one person."
The soldier affirmed, but as if he knew what the king was going to ask, he continued: "The general who patrolled the camp went to deal with it, but it seems... the situation seems not good."
"Other generals have rushed over... But the person who came may be a powerful hero, and only you can fight him-"
Boom-!
Boom-!
Boom-!
Before he finished speaking, there were three more loud noises, as if the giant was hammering the ground, but there was no more fighting sound.
Just as the soldier said, this really didn't sound like the movement that an army could cause, but more like a brave and powerful person hitting the camp hard.
Until this moment, Agamemnon had to believe that the sound just now might not be an Athenian general named 'Achilles' leading troops to attack, but really a powerful demigod provoking alone in front of the battle.
And now, the opponent is still blocking outside the camp.
The old problem was solved, but new confusions followed. How could the other party come to the camp alone to provoke?
Now that the countries are at war, almost all the powerful kingdoms in the world have participated.
For a moment, the power of order shrouded the world exceeded any time in the past. No matter how powerful the other party is, it is impossible to fight one against ten thousand on such a battlefield.
People will get tired and get hurt. Injuries will accumulate, and people will eventually die.
So Achilles' current behavior is tantamount to seeking death in Agamemnon's eyes, which is really confusing.
"... Follow me first." If you
can't find the answer, you have to go and see it yourself. Putting aside the status of the king, Agamemnon also wants to see this strange demigod as a hero.
But before that, he still waved his hand and signaled the soldiers in the camp to move quickly.
Since you are here, don't think about leaving so easily. The credit of capturing a demigod alive is enough to cover up the mistakes of the previous vanguard.
...
Outside the camp, Achilles casually picked up the body of the fourth Mycenaean noble, and then piled it with the previous three.
More and more soldiers gathered around, but no one dared to step forward.
Everyone knew that if a person broke into the army alone, he would probably die unless he was indestructible.
But no one could judge how many people he would drag to die with him before he died.
Therefore, the soldiers' fear seemed very normal... But Achilles didn't care about them, he just waited for the arrival of the real important people.
Judging from the current reaction of this army, they should have regarded themselves as Athenians.
But only Achilles himself knew that he had never met the new king of Athens.
On the one hand, because deep in Achilles' heart, he actually didn't think much of the former princess who picked up the throne for nothing. On the other hand, it was because of the arrogance hidden in his heart.
Since coming all the way to the west, the young man with an indestructible body has been determined to make great achievements and let the countries in the world spread his name, but he is also very clear that this is not something that can be done in a short time.
Especially as a person who is still unknown, there are few people in the world who know him. If he went to Athens like this, he might be treated with courtesy or be looked down upon, but in any case, Achilles would inevitably have to show his ability like a performance.
"But I don't need such respect at all."
"I am Achilles, so I will naturally use my own way to become famous, instead of using my power as a tool for others. "
"At that time, there is no need to show off. As long as I appear wherever I go, the king of that place will come to welcome me to the table." He
flicked the tip of the spear lightly, letting the remaining blood fall off.
Achilles looked at the camp in the distance, and he could feel that the first enemy who was a bit challenging had appeared.
Probably that was the king of the Mycenaeans, very good.
The first battle of his debut, beheading the monarch of a great country.
When he died, whether on earth or in heaven, whether mortals or gods, they would have to face up to their existence.
"...Who are you?"
"Athens actually has a hidden trump card like you... But no matter who you are, since you killed my subordinates, you must pay the price for this trip!"
The voice came from the camp, and Achilles could hear the doubt and hidden murderous intent in the other party's tone.
Most heroes with divine blood have extraordinary desires. It is difficult for them to restrain their thoughts and hide their reputation.
If it were not for the fact that there were many demigods and gods in the environment where he grew up, Achilles would probably not be able to restrain his desire to show himself.
"Who am I..."
"Hehe, soon, you will no longer ask this question."
With a grin, Achilles' spirit became more excited as the powerful enemy approached.
Feeling the army gradually surrounding him from all directions, the hot blood rushed in his veins. He
stomped his right foot on the ground and then rushed forward.
"Come-"
"Agamemnon... take my move!"
Swish--
the distance of several miles seemed to be non-existent. In a few breaths, Achilles' figure went from tiny to clear.
The Mycenaean soldiers obviously did not react. Only Agamemnon and several other generals were prepared.
Raising his spear to meet the attack, the king of Mycenae lived up to his past reputation.
The power derived from the divine blood resonated with the blood of the surrounding blood with the same source, and the powerful power flowed on the tip of the spear.
Clang——
two forces that are hard to find rivals in the human world intertwined in an instant. At this moment, Achilles had to stop for a while.
"Yes, although you have the help of external forces, you are qualified to fight with me."
"What a pity, I am not here for a duel today, I am only here to make a name for myself."
The spears crossed and retreated in mid-air.
Achilles fell to the ground, but what he said made Agamemnon unable to understand.
The power of the newcomer was unexpectedly strong, but he was in the army, and the other party was alone. As the king of Mycenae, he still had the strength to fight. As long as the army surrounded him, the other party would be unable to escape.
But now looking at his meaning, he has not used his full strength yet?
Impossible, even when the God of War was on earth, his power was not much stronger than that...
"Hah——!"
With a loud shout, Achilles once again held the spear forward, and the monarch of Mycenae stepped forward to meet him, and the generals beside him followed closely.
Spears crossed, but this time, Agamemnon was greatly shocked.
Because at the last moment, Achilles' spear tip slightly deflected and stabbed towards his waist and abdomen.
Is the opponent looking for death?
I attacked his heart, but he didn't attack my vitals. I was wearing the armor of the god of craftsmanship, but he was just wearing a leather coat. This is simply a joke.
However, the confrontation between the demigods did not allow hesitation. In just a moment, the two hit their opponents respectively.
In an instant, an infinite force penetrated the armor and hit Agamemnon's body, making his internal organs seem to be displaced and powerless.
However, at this moment, the king of Mycenae did not care about his injuries. He just looked at the enemy in front of him in shock.
Ding-
it was like intersecting with metal, unable to move forward an inch, and his weapon was useless.
In front of him, looking at Agamemnon with an unbelievable look on his face, Achilles laughed out loud.
"Hahahahaha... it's useless, but Agamemnon, I recognize your strength."
"If you hadn't met me, not many people in this world could defeat you, but unfortunately, I am the God of War - Achilles!"
Taking a step forward, although he acknowledged the opponent's strength, Achilles did not intend to give up on ending his opponent's life.
Victory and life, defeat and death, this is the rule of the battlefield. Although he is suspected of relying on his immortality, isn't this also a kind of ability?
"You, can't - let Ares come!"
Leaving the last sentence, holding the spear tightly, Achilles looked directly at the first real enemy since his debut.
I will remember you, but only after you die... However, at the moment when he was about to kill, the young man who proclaimed himself the God of War changed his face slightly, and waved his spear, as if to guard against something.
Ding -
whoosh -
a sound of metal clashing, followed by the sound of breaking through the air.
Achilles finally failed to stop the comer, and a hole appeared in his left arm sleeve.
"Who is it?"
His face was grim. Although he was not injured, Achilles still felt that he was provoked.
How could he return empty-handed in his first battle since his debut?
...
"...What's going on?"
A dozen miles away, on an unnamed low peak, the blond god also raised the same question.
Hera asked him to protect the safety of the heroes of the coalition, and he did so. But sneak attacks are not a good thing after all, so he only aimed at the opponent's left arm.
He was ready. If his attack caused Achilles to be captured, he would find a way to let him go.
This period of imprisonment was just a punishment for his arrogance in calling himself the "God of War"... However, what the blond god never expected was that his golden arrows and silver bows were ineffective here.
Achilles failed to dodge his sneak attack arrow, but he also couldn't do anything about his indestructible body.
Ding——
The arrow returned in vain, but turned into invisible mist and dissipated before landing.
Achilles followed the direction of the golden arrow, and seemed to see a sun.
Apollo, the god of light, is revered by the world today as the driver of the golden chariot of the sun god.
Although the blond and handsome god was also surprised by his failure, he still drew his bow and arrow again, and his deterrence was beyond words.
Although Apollo had no opinion on Achilles, and even his attitude towards Athens was very ordinary, since he had accepted Hera's request, he would not allow Agamemnon to die in front of him.
Even if he would resign this responsibility in the future, he would do what he should do now.
"God?"
Turning his attention away from the king in front of him, Achilles watched the Mycenae soldiers rescue their king.
Although he relied on the advantage that the other party did not know that he was indestructible, the gap in strength between the two sides was already obvious.
He ran away. Compared with a mortal king, a truly immortal god made Achilles more excited.
The seemingly far distance did not hinder his sight. The golden-haired god on the mountainside in the distance was clearly visible.
Apollo, the god of the sun, was the best archer among the gods of Olympus.
If even his arrows were no better than this, then what was so-called about the gods?
Oh, Apollo... In the past, you pulled the sun in the sky, but how dare you come to the world to embarrass me today!
"Get out of the way!"
Wow -
the spear swung in a semicircle, sweeping away the soldiers who were blocking in front of him.
Achilles looked at the god of the sun in the distance, one of the twelve main gods of Olympus... Since you dare to come here to stop me, let me see what you are like.
Whoosh -
"Arrogant lunatic, but you do have some skills."
He murmured in a low voice, and shot another arrow.
But this time, Apollo saw that his arrow was blocked by Achilles who had been prepared.
Even though the powerful force made him retreat dozens of steps, it still did not cause any real injuries to him.
This mortal... For a moment, Apollo could not help but feel a little tricky.
Another immortal body that was difficult to be injured by swords and knives. Over the years, this was not the first time he had encountered the same situation.
In the vast Chaos world, there were more than one existence with similar abilities.
To the west of the continent, where humans had not touched and the gods rarely set foot, there were sleeping ancient evil creatures driven away by the gods.
They inherited the supreme power of the Mother of Flesh and Blood, and their powerful vitality was endless.
In the center of the continent, not far from the ruins of Mount Odilus, the Sphinx with a lion's body and a human face also moved there.
It inherited the power left by Typhon, the king of all demons, when he struck the God King. The power derived from the current monarch connected its life with order.
As long as the order and rules of the world have not collapsed, nothing can kill this terrible demon.
Compared with the old world, the land of Chaos today has become too complicated.
However, Apollo knew that these so-called immortals were not really immortal.
Behind each of their seemingly unsolvable powers, there were actually corresponding flaws. It just depended on whether they could be found.
The power of the ancient evil creatures came from the unknown [life] authority of the Mother of Flesh and Blood, so to restrain them, one would need the same [life] or the corresponding [death].
Although the order of the Sphinx was extremely powerful, it was actually limited by its own order.
Wisdom leaped out of the head of the God King, and perhaps it also foreshadowed something.
Therefore, anyone who was stumped by the wisdom of the Sphinx would not be able to escape death even if he was stronger than it.
But on the other hand, if one could crack its wisdom and leave it with no way out, then mortals could also cut off its head.
If these were just hearsay, then the demon who had bathed in the blood of Hestia was the personal experience of the Sun God.
Apollo had sought advice from his aunt after losing the first battle.
The person who tied the bell must be the one who untied it. With the power from Hestia, she should have a solution.
As expected, the goddess of fire did not disappoint him.
However, after listening to the answer given by the goddess, Apollo had to sigh that perhaps the reason why these so-called "flaws" exist is to wait for the corresponding person.
"Apollo, I know why you come here, and I can also tell you how to restrain my divine power. As a natural goddess of protection and fire, for me, the power of fire and protection seems to be contradictory, but in fact they are the embodiment of two sides of my coin."
"Flames can drive away disasters and protect peace, so mortals call me the guardian of the house. But on the other hand, flames can also bring disasters and make my power ineffective." "
So if you want to break my divine power, you just need to find another flame with the meaning of "protection" besides me. For example, the original holy fire circulated among mortals, use its power to temper your arrows, which is enough to break the body of the demon."
Hestia's words were very clear, and she also gave a solution.
However, Apollo found himself embarrassed that he had no power to implement it.
After all, although most mortals nowadays believed that the sacred fire came from the gift of the goddess of the hearth, Apollo knew that the human fire was actually stolen by Prometheus, the fire thief, and then given to humans.
No one could affect it unless Prometheus took it back personally, or the real owner of the flame allowed it.
Otherwise, even if Apollo was the main god of Olympus, he would have no way to deal with it, let alone use its power.
Therefore, in desperation, Apollo had to give up saving his face and watched the demon wandering in the north, leaving only a specious prophecy in the end. The
one who killed the Nomisa giant lion must have come from human power.
It was not that he could not kill the demon, but that the sun god foresaw the future, which was the test he left for mortal heroes.
For a moment, the troubles Apollo encountered were solved.
Of course, in the final result, his "prophecy" seemed to have come true.
Hercules killed the lion as a human, and in the future people might think that the sun god also has the ability to peek into fate.
However, although the Nomisa lion has been killed, Apollo now meets a hero with an immortal body.
Behind every undead is a powerful force that even gods cannot resist.
He is very clear about the flaws of the former, so what is the weakness of the latter?
"Hmm?"
"Ares, it's you... You're finally here."
Looking at Achilles, who was still charging in the mortal army but was faintly rushing towards him, Apollo frowned at first, and then his expression relaxed.
As a god, it is not nice to avoid the invitation of mortals, but if he can't break the immortal body, Apollo really can't do anything to him.
Fortunately, since Ares has come, he is not needed here.
"You should have heard it too, 'God of War Achilles', this mortal claims to be a big name... Now that you are here, you can handle this."
"As a genuine god of war, you should be able to deal with him."
Speaking lightly, Apollo put away the silver bow in his hand. "Hmph, Apollo, you don't need to remind me of my affairs."
With a bad look, Ares, driving his bronze chariot, fell from the sky.
Strictly speaking, Ares and Apollo had no grudges, but the god of war could not stand the way Aphrodite sometimes looked at Apollo, and he couldn't bear to scold the goddess of beauty.
As for Apollo... If Ares scolded Aphrodite directly, he would not argue for the goddess of beauty. But if he was just angry because of incompetence, he would not indulge her.
So after a while, the relationship between the two of them became worse.
Although there was no big conflict, there was never a lack of verbal entanglement.
"Very good, Achilles, right? I remember you. Even Theseus of Athens was not as arrogant as you."
"Since you want to be the god of war, I will let you go to the abyss to do it!"
No longer paying attention to Apollo, Ares' last sentence resounded through the sky, shaking the birds in the mountains and forests to flee.
With a shout, the god of war summoned his bronze chariot and the four divine horses driving it, and then rushed towards the battlefield on earth.
Not everyone in this world is qualified to challenge the gods... If he can tolerate this, then he really doesn't need to be the god of war.
······
Bang——
bang——!
The spear collided with the bronze sword, and the latter immediately retreated.
On the west side of the camp, Achilles, who had been killing for an unknown period of time, finally looked at the opponent who had just received his move.
Since defeating the King of Mycenae with two moves outside the camp, Achilles has been like a man in a deserted place all the way.
Anyone who dared to stand in front of him was either killed or seriously injured.
Even with the military guards, few people could take his second move.
Of course, two fists are no match for four hands. Under the suppression of the royal power order, even a demigod hero could not move around alone among hundreds of thousands of people, and Achilles did not fail.
But in front of his indestructible body, no matter what means, it was just a joke.
"Who are you?"
Achilles was not so anxious when he could vaguely sense a powerful aura approaching here.
Since the gods came to him, he didn't care about this little time. But
the man just now was able to take his attack without injury. Even with the help of the army, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
"I am Odysseus, the king of Ithaca, a powerful hero. You should not be an Athenian."
His arms trembled slightly, and Odysseus was secretly shocked.
Although he was not good at martial arts, he also looked at who he was competing with.
However, after just a short encounter, Odysseus understood that Agamemnon's defeat was not unfair.
Even if he had known that the other party was indestructible, he would probably only last a dozen rounds before being defeated.
If it were him, he would be far inferior.
"Odysseus?"
"I've heard of you...but whether I am an Athenian or not has nothing to do with you."
Achilles nodded slightly and slowed down his pace.
His eyes swept around, and when he stopped, the soldiers around him did not dare to move forward easily.
"Although the Athenians are rebellious, they still respect the gods. They are also devout believers of the goddess of wisdom."
"But you didn't say anything about your reverence for the gods before."
"That's because they don't have to be reverent. When I defeat Ares, it's still unclear who will be the god of war!"
Achilles said with a disdainful smile.
"The gods are immortal, how can you compare to them?"
Seeing the spear-wielding thug stop, Odysseus also breathed a sigh of relief.
He was certainly inferior in terms of military strength, but since the newcomer was not an Athenian, perhaps he could persuade him to retreat with words.
"Achilles, I heard that the gods of heaven and earth coexisted with the world. Without them, there would be no world today. Then the Titans perfected all living things. With them, there are mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, sun, moon and stars."
"How can you compare with such a great creation? No matter how brave you are, how can you compare with the gods?"
Odysseus' words were a well-known fact. Even Ares, who hurried over from afar, softened his expression a little after hearing this.
Even if he was not talking about himself, as a member of the gods, how could a mortal compare with him?
However, after hearing this, Achilles was even more disdainful.
"Oh, is this your so-called reason?"
"Then let me ask you, according to your reason, what crime should a thief be punished for?"
"Of course, the crime should be judged according to the value of the stolen goods and the identity of the stolen person."
Odysseus replied.
"Really... But in my opinion, I'm afraid it's not the case."
The spear turned, and Achilles laughed out loud.
"I heard that mortals who stole noble swords and horses were killed by national laws, but gods who stole the throne of the gods could become kings who dominated the world. This is the truth that power is greater than rules."
"I think the position in this world is not constant, and the fate of all things is not common sense. It is just waiting for the capable to take it, and I am the capable one!"
"Come - Ares, I know you are here. Aren't you called the God of War?"
"Let's fight here. If you win, it's fine. If you can't win, how about giving the position of the God of War to me?"
The voice shook the sky and made the clouds shake and scatter.
Even if Odysseus had a lot of reason, he couldn't say anything when facing such a madman.
But he didn't need to solve the situation now. When Achilles' voice fell, Odysseus heard an angry roar.
"Arrogant, mortal - I will kill you!"
Ares was furious at this moment.
If such a lunatic is not killed, how can he still sit in the Golden Palace of Olympus with dignity?
"Kill!"
Ares jumped up from the bronze chariot and walked forward with a sword.
"You will die, but not only you, but also your relatives and friends, and everyone related to you!"
"I swear in the name of the God of War, a lowly mortal, between the two of us, only one can survive!"
The oath of the armless 'Venus' god has its own power, and the furious Ares is even more so.
As soon as the words fell, the laws corresponding to his divine duties began to respond.
If it was other mortals, under the influence of the war order in the dark, Ares would really be able to successfully kill them - of course, it is hard to say whether he would pay something else for it.
However, at this moment, the immortal god and the immortal man looked at each other from afar.
One was given the essence of immortality by the great power of the world, while the other was baptized by the Styx and possessed an immortal body under the protection of the ritual.
At this moment, no one knew who would win the dispute over the name of the 'God of War', but everyone knew that since none of them would die here, the fight would never stop.
Except for the legendary goddess of fate, no one could know their fate, and perhaps even the goddess of fate could not know.
"Kill!"
On the battlefield, Achilles responded with a simple word, threw the spear in his hand aside, and then strode forward.
The weapons of mortals are limited to this. They cannot collide with the weapons of gods, even if they are not real weapons.
This divine weapon in the eyes of others is not qualified to participate in this fight. Facing the real gods, Achilles can only rely on his body compared to weapons.
"How dare you!"
Ares shouted angrily, standing opposite the hero, with his hair pointing up and his eyes glaring.
A mere human dared to despise him so much, and even threw away the weapon in his hand.
In this way, if he continued to move forward with the sword, even if he won in the end, Ares would probably become the laughing stock of the gods.
Hula——
throwing the shield and sword onto the bronze chariot, there was a crisp sound of metal collision.
Ares gave up his weapon, and he also strode forward, ready to fight the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.
Although not all human martial arts came from him, the God of War was no stranger to this.
With a muffled sound, accompanied by the trembling of the ground, in the center of the battlefield, two bodies as perfect as sculptures collided with each other.
Bang——!
The most primitive fight was intertwined between fists and palms, and the collision of strength and strength was without any fancy.
In the original myth, Hercules had defeated the king of gods who had never shown his true form in the wrestling with Zeus, which shocked all the gods in heaven and on earth.
The current god of war Ares is certainly not as good as Zeus, but Achilles is just an unknown person. Until today, his existence has been known to the world.
Regardless of the victory or defeat, this battle between the god of war and the "god of war" will inevitably be recorded in the history books, allowing later generations to look up to and worship the deeds of their ancestors.
Boom——!
"Hahahahaha...Ares, is this all you can do?"
In the blink of an eye, they fought for dozens of rounds. The soldiers around them died when they were touched, and they died when they were hindered.
Until someone hit him in the face with a punch, Achilles flew backwards and hit a big hole on the ground. He stopped a little.
However, although the hero of the world was injured, Ares was definitely not feeling well. He was kicked in the waist by the young hero. If it weren't for his strong body, his internal organs would have been crushed to pieces.
For a moment, Achilles couldn't help laughing.
Although he didn't have a clear advantage at the moment, and there was even a gap in strength, he knew that he was probably going to win this battle.
The god on the opposite side was none other than Ares, the god of war.
As the master of war, his every move was affected by authority. The more powerful Ares's momentum was, the more passionate his will to fight was, the more powerful he could show.
On the contrary, if he couldn't win for a long time, what he had would be lost bit by bit.
After all, war has always favored only the winner, and even the courage of a narrow road encounter will weaken and dry up.
"...Damn, mortal, you actually thought you could beat me!"
"Even if my guards weren't here, you can't fight me!"
Also aware of the seriousness of the problem, Ares hated himself for not being born earlier.
Unlike the Titan gods before the Second Epoch, perhaps because the world was just beginning, the gods were also influenced by the world, so that those ancient gods often possessed extremely powerful true bodies and physiques.
So they were born knowing everything, and many of them were even adults when they were born.
But as a later god, even though Ares, the god of war, was much stronger than his other brothers and sisters, this could not satisfy him after all.
"Hehe, I don't know what method you used to temper such an indestructible body... But I can feel that your state of neither life nor death is not normal."
"There is no power in this world that comes out of thin air, immortality... Do you think you are really invincible?"
With a sneer, Ares thought he had seen through the truth after a short battle.
He had already felt it in the previous fight. In Achilles' body, Ares could not feel any trace of living things at all, and even mixed with some natural malice and rejection of gods.
This feeling is not like other feelings. It is a bit like the power of the Styx that Ares personally felt when he went to the underworld, which made all the gods fear.
The Styx, which carries the oath, maintains the order among the gods, and its punishment for those who break the oath comes from the instinctive hatred of the gods for the gods' recklessness.
Therefore, in addition to the river of oaths, Styx is also called the river of hatred by the world, because it does silently contain this original hatred.
However, even the gods are afraid of such power, let alone humans..., the gods will only be dissipated and their divinity will be worn away if they touch it, but mortals will definitely die if they touch it.
Even the offspring of gods and humans can only hold on for a period of time, and will not die immediately if they touch it.
Because of the breath of neither humans nor gods in their bodies, these demigods can make the power of the Styx stay in their bodies for a long time, but this still has its limits.
No living person can be infected by the power of the Styx in every inch of their flesh and blood, unless they themselves have fallen into the Styx forever.
Thinking of this, Ares couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile, and his aura was vigorous again.
As the God of War, as long as his will to fight is still strong, as long as he believes from the bottom of his heart that he can win, then this mortal will never be able to surpass him in strength!
Let me see where its flaw is...
Boom——!
The war started again, but this time, even if he had to suffer a lot of damage, Ares still tried to find Achilles' flaws at all costs.
Don't let me find... Achilles, right? I'll remember you.
You are indeed a bit capable, but soon, this is your death!
...
Wow -
On the earth, outside the Mycenae station, the sudden outbreak of battle certainly attracted Ares' attention.
But in addition to him and Apollo who had been paying attention, there was actually another god who happened to be nearby.
The goddess of beauty Aphrodite was troubled because she messed up the matter of the goddess of agriculture Demeter.
In addition, her nominal husband did not return to the sacred mountain, so she stayed here and noticed the movement here.
Of course, the goddess of beauty could not detect this better than the god of war, and her speed could not be faster than Ares. So when she arrived, she only saw Apollo's back and the God of War fighting Achilles.
The dust on the ground was rolling, but it could not hide the goddess's gaze.
With just one glance, she saw the current situation of the battle.
Ares used all his means, and Achilles became more and more courageous.
As time passed, the God of War gradually discovered that even if he used various means to test, the keen insight brought by the [War] priesthood could not see the flaws of this mortal.
Indistinctly, his priesthood even gave him a premonition that the person in front of him had "no flaws."
Although this was incredible, the feedback given by the priesthood could not be wrong.
So for a moment, the original strong fighting spirit was like being poured with a basin of cold water, and Ares had suffered some injuries in the previous fight.
Although these were the prices he paid to test his opponent, others naturally could not know what he was thinking.
From the perspective of an outsider, this was Ares being beaten by a mortal and had no power to fight back.
"This piece of trash!"
Aphrodite gritted her teeth slightly. At this moment, she seemed to be holding back a ball of fire in her heart.
Yes, I messed up Demeter's business, but if it weren't for you, Hera, would I marry Ares, this piece of trash?
And you, Ares... God of War, I think it's better to call you God of Defeat.
You can't beat the gods, and now even a mortal who came from nowhere doesn't take you seriously!
"Huh - don't be angry, I have to take him away first."
"Theseus is dead anyway, it's okay for you to make a mistake, but if you lose again..."
Although she was dissatisfied, Aphrodite decided to help secretly, and leave with Ares after forcing this mortal to retreat.
Not to mention that Ares has always been good to her, just say that the war is imminent, and the foundation of the God of War's belief cannot be shaken.
When facing Athena in the future, he, the genuine God of War, will still be needed.
Thinking of this, Aphrodite secretly hid her figure and touched the battlefield.
This kind of invisibility magic is easy to be seen through, but it also depends on who the user and the enemy are.
The magic used by the gods themselves is still very powerful at this point, not to mention that the opponent is not another god.
So quietly, the goddess of beauty passed the soldiers who gathered around and came to the bronze chariot of Ares.
There happened to be a bronze dagger left by Ares here, which could be used to sneak attack this human...
"——!"
Her fingers touched the hilt of the sword, and Aphrodite just raised her head, but what caught her eyes was a look full of murderous intent.
Subconsciously taking a step back, the goddess of beauty was obviously a little scared.
However, before she could react, she heard an arrogant and sarcastic laugh, and a figure approaching like lightning.
"Hahahahaha... Is this a god?"
"You can't win a duel, but you still want to sneak attack? Well, let me see what kind of person you are and what methods you have!"
The power from the Styx is so sensitive to the breath of the gods that Achilles noticed Aphrodite approaching from a long distance.
It was just that he didn't know what the other party was here for, and the aura of the visitor was not sharp, not like a god who was good at fighting, so he simply didn't care.
But what Achilles didn't expect was that the god who sneaked in secretly actually came to Ares's chariot and prepared to raise his sword to attack, which annoyed him.
Well, well, since you don't follow the rules, don't blame me for bullying the weak!
Subconsciously classifying Aphrodite as "weak", Achilles approached the goddess of beauty in one step.
Perhaps it was because he trusted his intuition as a god of war too much, and Ares trusted the goddess of beauty too much, so that he just reacted at this time and punched from behind.
However, how could Achilles, who was immortal, care about these? He didn't care about the attack behind him at all, strode forward, and then reached out to grab the bronze sword stabbed by the goddess of beauty.
"Clang!"
"Let go!"
The long sword stabbed into his chest, but Achilles seemed not to feel it.
He grasped the blade and snatched it from the goddess of beauty. Aphrodite , who had never experienced this,
was simply shocked, but Achilles would not wait for her. Holding the hilt of the sword, the
young hero slashed hard. " Rip
!" "
Ah ... Now that he has seized the sword and cut off the arm of the god, it is already a great gain for Achilles. He also feels a little tired, so he might as well retreat and see how the other party reacts. "How dare you, lowly mortal! You-how dare you!" Seeing his wife's arm being chopped off, Ares was furious, but looking at Aphrodite with her arm cut off, he hesitated for a moment and finally chose not to chase. The enemy is hateful, but he can't force Aphrodite to stay here alone. Moreover, think about it carefully, with his current strength, even if he can catch up with the other party, what can he do to Achilles? So the top priority now is to return to the sacred mountain, back to the place without the shackles of the human world. Without the assistance of divine power, relying only on the self-healing ability of the divine bodies of their generation of gods, it is unknown when the broken arm can grow back. Moreover, this madman is really extraordinary. For a moment, Ares has to think about how he should deal with it. (End of this chapter)
"Hiss--"
"Ugh..."
The bronze carriage galloped in the sky, and the four divine horses kept galloping.
Ares couldn't help but feel anxious while holding the goddess of beauty with a broken arm.
People are different from each other in the world, and gods are also different from each other. This is
especially true when the ancient gods who symbolize part of the world are born, and the new gods born in the world are born. Aphrodite is a typical example.
I don't know if it is because of the influence of the priesthood, the embodiment of love and beauty should not have a strong physique, or it may be due to other factors. In short, the body of the goddess of beauty does seem to be much more fragile than other gods.
It's not surprising to have an arm cut off by a sword, but it's not a serious injury for most gods. Even if it was Ares himself, it might arouse the reaction of his priesthood, making him more courageous in the blood.
But when the same thing happened to Aphrodite, she fainted and fell to the ground, and didn't wake up until now.
Ares didn't know why, but as a warrior, his keen intuition told him that it was because the goddess of beauty was missing something, and it was related to him...
Unfortunately, Ares, who had not read the "script", could not know that he had the opportunity to have a son who was suspected to be related to the original gods. He would control the love and desire of the world, and even Apollo was tortured to death.
It may be related, it may not be related, but for Ares who didn't know about this, he would never associate Aphrodite's problem with this.
Compared with these, he was nervously looking at the goddess of beauty who had woken up.
"Um... What am I--" "
!"
After waking up from a short coma, Aphrodite subconsciously wanted to cover her forehead.
But the next moment, she instantly realized something.
She was missing an arm, and someone had chopped off one of her hands! She, the most beautiful woman in the world, had one of her hands chopped off by
a mortal! !
! "...Ah ... But thinking that the other party had ended up like this just to help him, the God of War couldn't help but blame himself. "Damn humans!" "Why can't they just listen to me, provide me with faith from morning to night every day, and then die honestly?!" After blaming himself for a moment, Ares soon realized that as the God of War, how could he be wrong? In the conflict between gods, the gods may be wrong. But in the conflict between gods and humans, it must not be his fault. So Ares quickly found the culprit, that is, the entire human race. Humans are indeed born rebellious, only knowing how to enjoy the grace of the gods but not knowing how to give back, but always unsatisfied. And some rebellious remarks among humans... The whole world belongs to the gods, and you are still discussing the relationship between gods and humans? It's a joke that livestock are also qualified to discuss status with their owners. "Ares! You did a good job!" A loud rebuke instantly brought the God of War's thoughts back to the present. Aphrodite, who had suddenly changed her face just now, seemed to have accepted the reality. She was looking at this incompetent guy with an angry face. Aren't you the God of War? Your reaction is not even as fast as a mortal's. Why don't you just die? "Aphrodite, I don't want to do this either, but I rely more on my fighting instinct to guide myself in battle." "I trust you wholeheartedly. How could I be alert because of your approach? It's just that mortal..." "Enough!" Aphrodite interrupted Ares's defense and said through gritted teeth, "I think you are incompetent!" "I just treated Theseus as an exception; now an inexplicable guy shows up, and you still can't beat him." " It's useless to count on you. It seems I have to do it myself, otherwise you won't be able to do anything in another ten thousand years!" "No, Aphrodite." Ares explained quickly and argued, "You know, this is far from my true strength." "In a one-on-one fight with others in the world, I have no advantage over other warlike gods. The [War] priesthood has some blessing on personal martial arts, but it is actually not as great as imagined, but I have an army!" "Mortals are mortals, they can never understand the greatness of divine power. That lowly ant, he even wanted to usurp the title of God of War - haha, if the priesthood of [War] only makes me a better fighter, how can it become one of the top priesthoods in the world?" "My church has trained guards for me. Each of them has been baptized by my divine blood and can perform low-level divine arts... They will become the extension of my authority on the battlefield. Even when a large-scale war breaks out, I can gain powerful strength from the vast battlefield." "Aphrodite, this is where my real power lies - if it weren't for this, with the temper of the Mother Goddess, she wouldn't have let me be the main force against Athena after scolding me -" "Shut up!" "Ares, so you still feel proud?" Aphrodite was a little angry and laughed. She really couldn't understand Ares's train of thought. What the hell is this, and you still feel so proud? Hera knew that you were a waste, but she had to hold her nose and let you do things, just because you, a waste, still have value in recycling, right... If you had a little bit of brains, I'm afraid you wouldn't say such a thing. For a moment, Aphrodite didn't know what to say. Hera had been afraid of Athena for a long time, and she didn't believe that the daughter of her rival would not react during the attack on Athens. Although Ares was just a card she prepared, it was far from being played at this time, especially the reason for playing it was so ridiculous - because Ares couldn't beat a mortal who didn't know where he came from, so he could only use this to save his face that had long been lost! Shaking his head, as he got closer and closer to the sacred mountain, the wound on his shoulder gradually healed. However, listening to Ares's "wise" remarks, Aphrodite was still ready to do something herself. It was no use relying on him. Fortunately, not all the people on the sacred mountain were wastes, at least many of them were still capable. Among these people, the first person Aphrodite thought of was a short and lame guy.
In terms of appearance, in the eyes of the Chaos gods, who are obsessed with appearance, Hephaestus is undoubtedly the most disabled among the disabled, so that no gods have ever been willing to get close to him.
But in terms of craftsmanship, even the Cyclops is far inferior to him.
Forging is a human behavior, and it can also become a kind of humanistic priesthood.
But the creation of artifacts is not just based on the so-called [casting] priesthood, it is more of a special gift.
The world itself has this ability, and many artifacts that are natural or associated are born because of this.
Some gods also have this ability at some special time points, such as Gaia's sickle.
There is also the last kind of existence, they are born with similar special gifts, such as the former Cyclops, and the current Hephaestus.
They all have the ability to cast artifacts, and Hephaestus is particularly powerful.
He can always make something with special functions, and Aphrodite has also used this ability.
A legend says that the gift given by Aphrodite to her daughter for marriage, which eventually led to the source of hundreds of years of tragedy in Thebes, is actually such a thing.
It is actually a divine weapon forged by Hephaestus - of course, it is not a real divine weapon with authority, but it is definitely not an ordinary creation.
Such a product is named "sub-divine weapon" by Hephaestus.
Sub-divine artifacts are not necessarily weaker than divine artifacts, but they certainly do not have the power of authority, and universal power has its limits.
But compared to the rare real divine artifacts, this kind of thing is already a rare treasure.
"Let's go, Ares, go find Hephaestus and ask him to help us think of a solution - don't look at me, think carefully with your pig brain, instead of just thinking about the problem with your muscles!"
"Oh, I forgot, you can't even compare with others in muscles now."
Continuing to sneer, Ares's face kept changing.
However, the God of War finally said nothing, but turned the frame to a palace at the foot of the sacred mountain. Hephaestus, the god of craftsmanship, rarely stays on the sacred mountain. He prefers to stay on the island of Lemnos where he grew up.
But recently, for the sake of human affairs, he still stayed on the sacred mountain for a while.
"There are indeed many useless things made by Hephaestus, but there are also many strange uses."
"I hope this time, I can find a divine weapon that can help me solve the problem..."
Aphrodite sighed and felt that she was really unlucky.
If it weren't for the urgency of time, she really didn't want to drag her broken arm to see this blacksmith who was missing a leg.
...
That night, Mount Olympus stood under the vast and endless starry sky.
Above a peak extending from the main body of the sacred mountain, an exposed lava river flowed out.
The river seemed to be born in the air, allowing the lava to flow from the belly of the mountain into the air and return, forming eighteen circles in the air.
This is the embodiment of Hephaestus's authority and also the help he helps him to forge artifacts.
After all, compared to his name as the God of Craftsmanship, his real job is actually the god who controls volcanoes and lava.
As if entering an unmanned place, the bronze chariot drove through the "river" formed by the lava rivers.
An obsidian door opened automatically to welcome the distinguished guests from afar.
Compared with the magnificent temples of other gods, this temple made entirely of obsidian seems a bit dark.
In addition to the workshops and buildings that kept making noises inside, even if Hephaestus filled his palace with gold and silver decorations, he was still like himself, incompatible with the gods of Olympus.
Walking into it, Ares unexpectedly saw girls of various appearances. But when the power of God flowed in his eyes, he instantly saw through the secret behind it.
Even the nymphs were rarely willing to follow the God of Craftsmanship. Of course, these could not all be naturally born elves.
In fact, they were all some exquisitely crafted puppets.
They hammered and hammered on the workbenches, and exquisite ornaments, utensils, furniture, and weapons were created one by one.
Now, 99% of the creations on the sacred mountain actually come from here.
"It is said that the craftsman god has no kingdom of God. He chooses to give his believers a chance to be reborn - those who are incomplete, old, and ugly can find the body they like under Hephaestus and live another life in another way."
"Now it seems that the rumors are not false."
Ares was a little surprised because he had never been here before, but he just took a look. It's
just a strange skill. No matter how well he does, he is still a person who forges iron and casts objects for the gods?
"Okay, shut up."
Aphrodite spoke coldly and took two quick steps, all the way inside.
She has been here, and more than once.
Soon, in the depths of the temple, he and Ares saw the existence of Hephaestus.
"...Um..."
"So, you met a mortal with an immortal body?"
Even though he was in his own palace, he didn't know if he had foreseen the visitor, and Hephaestus's true body was still not exposed on the ground.
The high golden throne made him float, just a line higher than Ares' height.
"Yes, as you can see, he hit me with a sword." He
did not hide his injuries. Even Aphrodite knew that although she was always "beautiful" as the goddess of beauty, in Hephaestus' eyes, perhaps she was the "most beautiful" at this moment.
"Well... I understand."
As expected, Aphrodite saw the flash of surprise in the eyes of the god of craftsmanship, and it seemed that her problem was solved.
After just a little thought, Hephaestus raised his hand slightly and asked a servant puppet to take a large golden net from the warehouse.
The large net was shining and looked extremely luxurious.
But for some reason, the moment Ares saw it, he felt a sense of disgust.
"What is this?"
"As you can see, this is a net."
Hephaestus said lightly, "But even if you fall into this net, you can't get out for a while - I mean, even if you are on the top of the sacred mountain, it will still be the same."
"Oh, how could I fall into the net."
Ares was shocked, but he showed disdain.
He thought he had found the reason why he hated the big net, because it could threaten him. It was really a wonderful casting... However, what Ares didn't know was that his fate with this golden net was more than that.
In the original mythological trajectory, Ares was not Aphrodite's husband, on the contrary, Hephaestus was.
However, even so, the two still got together.
So in order to catch the adultery, the craftsman god made this big net, captured the naked goddess of beauty and the god of war, and then called all the gods on Mount Olympus to watch - as for what kind of mentality he had here, most people probably couldn't understand.
"With it, the indestructible body is useless."
"Because you don't need to kill him, you just need to trap him."
"The indestructible body is not an invincible force. It is not as difficult to deal with as imagined. As long as you use your brain a little, there are actually many ways to solve it."
Still staring at Aphrodite, Hephaestus introduced his artifact.
However, just when Ares was about to take it, he withdrew his hand.
"What do you mean?"
Ares asked.
Facing the questioning of the god of war, Hephaestus looked strange.
"You are not going to take my things for nothing, are you? I do have to do something to deal with Athens. That is the Queen's explanation, but it does not mean that I have to clean up the mess you left behind."
"You-"
"Shut up."
Interrupting Ares again, Aphrodite smiled slightly, and the whole temple suddenly blossomed.
"So, Hephaestus, what do you want?"
"I want you-"
He spoke calmly, and then under Ares's angry face, Hephaestus continued to add.
"I want you to be my 'model'."
"Huh?"
"I mean, I want to make a doll in your likeness."
With a flash of obsession in his eyes, Hephaestus said slowly: "People only know that perfection is art, but they don't know that imperfection is also a kind of beauty. And the right imperfection is the beauty of beauty."
"Before, I just had this idea, but I didn't know how to express it until I saw you today, the noble goddess of beauty."
"You are now the real beauty."
Subconsciously straightened up, the short craftsman's eyes sparkled.
"I will make you a life-size doll, and only slightly modify it on the basis of the current one - of course, I promise you that unless the sacred mountain collapses and the sacred court is no longer there, I will never let it spread to the outside world."
"It will be the ultimate art... As for her name, I plan to name her [Aphrodite with Broken Arms]."