Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

Delays for many days will result in great waste.

Today, the strategy of siege finally produced results.

So when the various countries dispersed, they immediately returned to their positions to reward and encourage their soldiers.

Although the Trojans were willing to take on the most critical tasks, this did not mean that other kingdoms would have nothing to worry about.

The massive conscripted army would serve as the fiercest forerunner of this battle, paving the way for the offensive personally launched by Hector, son of Priam.

So when the sun rose again from the east, countless black spots once again approached the pass on the Aigario Mountains from afar.

There was no communication, no unnecessary movements.

The sounds of shouting and killing penetrated the clouds and fields and slowly approached the fortress.

Under the watchful eyes of the church priests, the soldiers with loose formations hit the stone walls like a tide hitting a dam.

A rain of arrows with elements attached to them fell from the high walls, and were then weakened by 90% by various colored spiritual lights and the blood energy rising into the sky.

The remaining force crashed into the scattered soldiers, leaving dozens of corpses on the ground.

"..."

"Sure enough...it seems that just as Lord Ilos said, the coalition forces are really preparing to launch a real offensive."

"At least from the current situation, they really don't care about suffering some casualties."

He was dressed in military uniform and had a sword hanging from his waist.

Andrea stood on the fortress's sentry tower, looking down at the entire situation.

Unlike previous times, this time the coalition forces clearly did not stop at testing.

Just looking at these charging soldiers, they are different from the previous ones.

"Our knights are also ready. As long as there are no problems on the other side, we will follow immediately."

"Of course, the Trojans are not stupid, and their current king is not a lunatic like his father."

"It's just that between the life of his own lineage and the kingdom, he will eventually choose me."

"After all, as long as he is alive, Troy will be his country."

Also from a high vantage point, as the proposer and executor of the entire plan, Iapetus was naturally observing here as well.

Everything was just as he said, the coalition forces were moving in the direction he wanted.

However, while responding to Andrea, the God of Speech also saw the caution and suspicion in her words.

Yes, doubt, but it's normal.

After all, even without mentioning myself, Priam's position alone is actually a very difficult thing to determine.

No one knew whether he had really made a decision, except Iapetus, who was sure that his words had taken effect. Even the wisest monarch would doubt whether this was a false surrender.

The Trojans could change their position again at any time, but Athens had no chance to make mistakes.

"Your Majesty, please wait. Priam is not a man who is ready to die."

"Otherwise, he could have used his life to apologize to the gods the day he ascended the throne, which would have been enough to redeem the Olympian gods from their prejudice against their kingdom."

"But since he didn't, it proves that at least he doesn't want to die."

With a gentle and soothing voice, Iapetus then spoke slowly.

"No matter what, both sides in this battle are using deliberate planning and unintentional tactics, using elite troops to fight the unprepared, and the advantage is on my side."

"As long as we find the right time to go out of the city and fight, even though it is impossible to completely defeat the armies of various countries, we can make them suspicious of each other from now on and no longer trust each other."

"Yeah... indeed."

"Sir Iros has a point."

He nodded slightly. After all, in every sense, the god of speech, who was now incarnated as a human, was a vassal of Athens.

So Andrea decisively expressed her trust and approval, but also silently tightened her grip on the sword.

The relic of Theseus, the symbol of the future kings of Athens.

The feeling of blood connection came from the hilt of the sword, and the power of inheritance continued to surge.

Not surprisingly, no matter what the result is, Andrea will have to go on stage in person today.

If Priam acted as promised, it would naturally expand the results of the war.

She would go to the battlefield herself and do things that she didn't like to do before.

But if it turns out to be fake, it doesn’t make any difference.

After all, as the monarch of this era, no matter success or failure, there is no reason for him to sit back and watch his soldiers fight for their lives.

……

"Sorry..."

"Quiet."

He scolded softly, releasing his breath slightly.

A few miles behind the coalition forces, Hector reached out to calm the horse under him, which had the blood of the sixth generation of gods flowing in its veins.

Watching the ongoing war in the distance, the young hero's eyes were bright.

It won't be long before he's fighting there.

"Father, have you really made up your mind?"

Thousands of the most elite knights followed Hector. Strictly speaking, they were all blood relatives.

After all, most of the nobles of this era have divine blood flowing in their veins, but the difference is that some have strong and some have weak divine blood.

The same bloodline and day and night training have brought about a unified aura and indestructible power.

Hector was not surprised. If he did not care about the lives of the knights behind him and led them in a desperate charge, the fortress built on the Aigario Mountains would be breached by this powerful force.

This is exactly what the coalition wants him to do, but it is also where they keep blaming each other.

After all, the effect of power is never one-way, so when the veins of this high mountain are broken at all costs by the power of the demigod bloodline, the feedback that follows is definitely not something that ordinary people can withstand.

Hector might not die, but he would definitely be injured.

And the one who is injured on the battlefield is often the most dangerous one.

The knights behind him will not have an easy time either, as their unified momentum will be completely broken up in a short period of time.

The scattered knights were just ordinary soldiers who could fight a little.

"Father, I rarely question your decisions."

“But you must know that the kingdom is far from Athens, but very close to the sacred mountain.”

"If we really take this step, then unless the Goddess of Wisdom and Athens really win the final victory of this war, no matter what the result is, Troy will definitely pay a price..."

"I know."

He spoke quietly, and Priam looked at his son.

Armor and helmet covered him, and his original appearance could no longer be seen. But through the gaps in the visor, Hector's eyes could still be seen.

"My child, I hope you remember that we are descendants of gods."

"God King Zeus is our ancestor, just like those other kingdoms."

“We have thus become monarchs of a nation and rule over them to this day.”

"But what does this have to do with—"

"Of course there is, because the kingdom came into being only after the descendants of God!"

The voice is not loud, but it is very powerful.

Taking a deep breath, Priam expressed his inner thoughts.

"God came first, then man came."

“So if people cannot give God faith, then human existence is meaningless to God.”

"As an existence between humans and gods, the descendants of gods came first, and then there was a family and country."

"What's the point of having a kingdom if it doesn't serve me?"

"So my son, ask yourself, if this is not your kingdom, if it is for Phoenicia, Qatar, or some other country."

"Are you still willing to fight to the death until the end of your life?"

"..."

There was no response, and Hector's eyes beneath his visor looked back at his father.

He didn't know whether Priam really thought so or was simply cherishing his life.

But no matter what, if he could give up even his own father's life, how could he be qualified to fight for Troy.

If he could give up his father for the kingdom, he could give up the kingdom for the sake of mankind.

Hector didn't think he was a man with such noble sentiments, so he just nodded and then tightened the weapon in his hand.

"I will bring victory, Father."

"Go."

Nodding with satisfaction, Priam promised: "Go, and win the glory that belongs to you."

"Victory will eventually belong to us, but I will eventually grow old, and you will be crowned king."

Without replying, Hector wanted to say that he was not seeking to inherit the throne, but after thinking it over, he decided not to refuse.

He raised his spear slightly, and the next moment, surging blood flames ignited around him.

As if receiving a signal, almost at the same time, the uniform sound of metal collision rang out.

Thousands of knights in heavy armor put down their masks and raised their weapons.

Even if there is no extraordinary power, even if it is placed in the human world in the future.

When thousands of heavily armored knights began to advance, few countries of the same era could match them.

The disordered fate allowed this scene to be played out in this era of classical mythology, and the battlefield under the Aigario Mountains was their platform for galloping.

"【just】--!"

"【mercy】--!"

“【Fearless】——!”

"【sacrifice】--!"

"..."

Seven consecutive rays of divine light fell on thousands of people. At this moment, the priests sent by the coalition forces of various countries had no idea what the knights in front of them would do.

They simply followed the requests of the kings of various countries and granted them the gifts of the gods.

Until all the blessings were over, Hector's eyes finally turned cold.

Because he knew very well that these priests were not gods, nor were they the few priests who could communicate directly with God.

Although they can use divine magic, it is limited to manipulation rather than perfect control.

They can channel the spell's effects before it fully takes effect, healing wounds or causing death.

But when the magic really takes effect on the recipient, they lose the ability to control it.

After all, these are just some priests who haven't even entered the realm of 'legend'.

In the realm of clergy, there are not many more "legends" than demigods among the descendants of gods.

"……kill."

So the horse started to trot, accelerating forward.

Thousands of knights followed Hector and charged simultaneously in a cone formation.

The priests of the gods were right in front of him. At this moment, Hector felt that what he was doing was no different from what his grandfather was doing.

One refuses to pay the gods their dues, while the other prepares to slaughter the gods' servants.

"...May the goddess of wisdom protect me..."

There is nothing wrong with servants of God slaughtering other servants of God.

The next moment, the sharp spear slashed across the throat of a clergyman.

Hector saw the unwillingness and disbelief in the other party's eyes, and he also saw more priests struggling to release their divine arts.

But when the charge begins, all that awaits a knight is forward movement.

"charge……"

"—For Athena!"

Shouting slogans that he himself did not believe in, Hector stepped over the corpses of the clergy.

Thousands of knights headed eastward, heading straight for the coalition forces under the fortress.

The coalition forces probably don't know what happened here at the moment, and Hector doesn't intend to give them a chance to react.

Ha... No wonder there has never been a shortage of monarchs and heroes who challenge the gods from ancient times to the present.

Because only kings and heroes have the possibility of getting close to God, and being close also means the occurrence of grievances.

No matter who was responsible in the beginning, when Laomedon blasphemed the face of the gods, perhaps what he did today was destined.

As for his final fate...

"..."

A warrior doesn't need to think much...so Hector keeps moving forward.