Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

The resounding voice echoed throughout the endless camp, and in front of Achilles were tens of thousands of elite Mycenae soldiers.

However, even though more and more soldiers came over after hearing the noise, the hero with the spear did not take them seriously at all.

If in Silvermoon City, Achilles is still somewhat humble.

He respected his mentor's martial arts, the goddess of hunting's archery, and those knowledgeable wizards. But when he left Silvermoon City, his little humility was reduced to arrogance.

I, Achilles, am invincible. Who dares to fight me?!

"Who are you? How dare you say such outrageous words!"

As soon as Achilles' voice fell, a loud shout came from afar.

There was more than just the king in the Mycenaean army. The first to react at this moment was a general with extraordinary strength.

Both men and horses were wearing iron armor, and the brave knights began to charge forward.

Faintly, Achilles seemed to be able to see something painted on the armor.

It was a badge that symbolized the identity of the visitor and also recorded the noble bloodline of the ancestors. However, looking at the galloping horse, Achilles had no intention of identifying it.

Who do you think you are that you deserve my identification?

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...

If you can survive my attack first, I will give you another chance to save your life!

"Come--"

With a loud laugh, Achilles swung his spear, drawing an arc in the air, then bent his legs slightly and leaped suddenly.

Action only takes a moment, and thinking only takes a split second.

In front of him was a knight galloping towards him, and the blood and energy on his body seemed to have merged with the alien mount under him.

This is the son of Poseidon, a descendant of the divine horse Arion. Although it has been diluted for countless generations, it, like its master, has the blood of the gods.

The knight and the mount cooperated with each other, and the power of one plus one was far greater than two. But at this moment, the offensive and defensive forces were completely opposite.

Clang…

--boom!

The spear and the lance collided, pausing only slightly before continuing to press down.

The horse running at high speed was like being hit hard. With a "crack" sound, the front leg bones of the descendants of the divine horse broke, leaving a long mark on the ground.

And on the backs of their horses, the Mycenaean generals had no time to react at all.

In just a trance, his arms were broken by the huge force and he was knocked off the horse.

However, the swung spear did not stop, but instead hit the general's armor with even greater force.

Like tofu, he had no power to resist at all. With the sound of armor breaking, the Mycenaean general's consciousness instantly blurred.

Only vaguely, he seemed to hear a disdainful sneer.

"Oh, it's true."

"Among ordinary people, you are considered to have some abilities, but that's all."

"I hope your king won't disappoint me too much."

……

boom--

In the center of the coalition camp, Agamemnon had just put on the armor that the priest had sent him not long ago when he felt the earth shaking in the distance.

Noise and discussion ensued, and the soldiers' fear spread as if it were contagious.

At this moment, even though the brand new armor on his body was said to have come from the hands of the god of craftsmanship, the heart of the King of Mycenae was chilled.

In this situation, could it be that the Athenian army is coming? But why didn't the sentries he arranged report it in advance?

It is impossible for an army of more than 10,000 people to approach silently. This is not in line with common sense. But if this is really the case, then even if the God of War is alive, he will inevitably be defeated.

"Come here, how many people are coming from Athens? Where are the guards? Why didn't they report it in advance? Where are the cavalry patrolling outside the tent?"

With an ugly look on his face, Agamemnon scolded harshly.

However, under his rebuke, except for the guards who were also confused, the soldier who came to deliver the message showed a strange expression.

"His Majesty……"

After hesitating for a moment, the soldier said hesitantly:

"There is no army, only one person came."

"one person?"

"Yes, only one person came."

The soldier affirmed, but as if he knew what the king was going to ask, he continued, "The general patrolling the camp went to deal with it, but it looks like... the situation is not good."

"The other generals have already arrived... But the one who is coming is probably a powerful hero. Only you can fight him—"

boom--!

boom--!

boom--!

Before he could finish his words, three more loud bangs were heard, as if a giant god was hammering the ground, but no more sounds of fighting were heard.

Just as the soldiers said, this really didn't seem like the kind of movement that could be caused by an army, but more like a strong man with extraordinary courage and strength striking the camp hard.

Until this moment, Agamemnon had to believe that the voice just now might not be an Athenian general named "Achilles" leading his troops to attack, but a powerful demigod provoking alone in front of the battle.

And now, the other party is still blocking outside the camp.

The old problem was solved, but a new puzzle also came along. How could the other party come to the camp alone to provoke him?

Now the nations are at war, and almost all the powerful kingdoms in the world are involved.

For a moment, the power of order that enveloped the world was greater than ever before. No matter how powerful the enemy was, it would be impossible for one person to defeat ten thousand in such a battlefield.

As long as you are human, you will get tired and hurt. Injuries will accumulate and people will eventually die.

Therefore, in Agamemnon's eyes, Achilles' current behavior is tantamount to seeking his own death, which is really puzzling.

"...You guys follow me first."

Since he couldn't find the answer, he had to go and see for himself. Putting aside his status as a king, just as a hero, Agamemnon also wanted to meet this strange demigod.

But before that, he waved his hand, signaling the soldiers in the camp to move quickly.

Now that you are here, don't think about leaving so easily. The merit of capturing a demigod alive is enough to cover up the mistakes made by the vanguard.

……

Outside the camp, Achilles picked up the body of the fourth Mycenaean noble and piled it together with the previous three.

More and more soldiers gathered around, but no one dared to step forward.

Everyone knows that if a person breaks into an army alone, he will probably die unless he has an indestructible body.

But no one can tell how many people he will drag to die with him before he dies.

Therefore, the soldiers' fear seemed very normal... But Achilles didn't care about them, he just waited for the arrival of someone who was really important.

Judging from the current reaction of this army, they should have mistaken themselves for Athenians.

But only Achilles himself knew that he had never actually gone to meet the new king of Athens.

On the one hand, deep down in his heart, Achilles didn't really think highly of the former princess who had picked up the throne for nothing. On the other hand, it was because of the pride hidden in his heart.

Since coming all the way to the west, the young man with an indestructible body has been determined to make unprecedented 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 very few people in the world who know me.

If he went to Athens like this, he might be treated with courtesy or he might be despised, but in any case, Achilles would inevitably have to show his abilities like a performance.

"But I don't need this kind of attention 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 will be no need for me to show off. Wherever I appear, the king of that place will come to welcome me to the table."

Gently shake the spear tip to let the remaining blood fall off.

Achilles looked out at the camp in the distance and could sense the first somewhat challenging enemy appearing.

Maybe that was the king of the Mycenaeans, good.

In his first battle after debut, he killed the monarch of a great country.

When he died, everyone, whether on earth or in heaven, mortals or gods, would have to face up to their own existence.

"……Who are you?"

"Athens actually has a hidden card like you... But no matter who you are, since you slaughtered my men, 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 Achilles had not grown up in an environment filled with demigods and gods, he probably would not have been able to curb his desire to express himself.

"who I am……"

"Oh, soon you won't ask about this name anymore."

With a grin, Achilles' spirits could not help but become more excited as a powerful enemy approached.

Feeling the troops gradually closing in from all directions, the blood rushed through his veins.

He stomped the ground with his right foot and then rushed forward.

"Come--"

"Agamemnon... take my move!"

brush--

The distance of several miles seemed to be non-existent, and within a few breaths, Achilles' figure went from tiny to clear.

The Mycenaean soldiers obviously did not react in time, only Agamemnon and several other generals were prepared.

With his spear raised to meet the enemy, the Mycenaean king lived up to his past reputation.

The power derived from the divine blood resonates with the blood energy of the surrounding blood vessels with the same source, and powerful force flows at the tip of the gun.

Clang——

The two forces that were hard to find an opponent in the human world intersected in an instant. At this moment, Achilles had to stop for a moment.

"Yes, although you have used external force, 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."

Spears crossed and retreated in mid-air.

Achilles fell to the ground, but what he said was incomprehensible to Agamemnon.

The enemy's strength was unexpectedly strong, but he was in the army, while the enemy was alone. As the king of Mycenae, he still had the strength to fight. Once the army surrounded him, the enemy would be unable to escape.

But judging from what he said now, it seems like he hasn't used his full strength yet?

Impossible. Even when the God of War was on earth, his power was not much stronger than this...

"drink--!"

With a loud shout, Achilles once again thrust forward with his spear, and the Mycenaean monarch stepped forward to meet him, followed closely by the generals beside him.

Spears clashed, but this time Agamemnon was greatly frightened.

Because at the last moment, the tip of Achilles' spear deviated slightly and stabbed towards his waist and abdomen.

Is the other party 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 was simply a joke.

However, the confrontation between demigods did not allow for hesitation, and in just a split second, both of them hit their opponents respectively.

In an instant, an immense force penetrated through his armor and struck Agamemnon's body, causing his internal organs to become weak as if they were displaced.

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's like interacting with metal. You can't move forward even an inch, and your weapon is useless.

In front of him, looking at Agamemnon with an unbelievable look on his face, Achilles laughed out loud.

"Hahahahahaha... It's useless. But Agamemnon, I recognize your strength."

"If you hadn't met me, there wouldn't be many people in this world who could defeat you. But unfortunately, I am the God of War - Achilles!"

Taking a step forward, although acknowledging the opponent's strength, Achilles did not intend to give up on ending his opponent's life.

Victory means life, defeat means death, this is the rule of the battlefield. Although I may be suspected of relying on my immortality, isn't this also a kind of ability?

"You, can't—let Ares do it!"

Leaving the last words, Achilles gripped his spear tightly and looked directly at the first real enemy since his debut.

I will remember you, but only after you die... However, just as he was about to kill, the young man who proclaimed himself the God of War's expression changed slightly, and he waved his spear as if he was guarding against something.

Ding--

whoosh-

There was a sound of metal clashing, followed by a sound of breaking air.

Achilles was ultimately unable to stop the oncoming attacker, and a hole appeared on his left sleeve.

"who is it?"

His face looked grim. Although he was not injured, Achilles still felt provoked.

How could he return empty-handed in his first battle since his debut?

……

"…What's going on here?"

Dozens of miles away, on an unnamed low peak, the blond god also raised the question.

Hera asked him to protect the safety of the allied heroes, and he did so. But sneak attacks were not a good idea after all, so he only aimed at the opponent's left arm.

He was prepared. If his attack caused Achilles to be captured, he would find a way to let him go.

This period of imprisonment was 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 could not dodge his sneak attack with an arrow, but he was also unable to do anything about his indestructible body.