Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

At the pass, the allied forces attacked like ants.

People were dying every moment, and panic-stricken deserters were retreating.

However, the dense array of guns ruthlessly blocked their way back, severing their only escape route with blood.

Die behind you, or die under the city walls.

To the rulers of the nations, these conscripted troops or slaves who served as cannon fodder were nothing to be concerned about.

Their only role is to drain the enemy's energy so that they can deliver a fatal blow at the critical moment.

"How are the Trojans preparing?"

"It's past noon. If we delay any longer, even if we succeed in breaking through this pass, it will probably be night."

"And a battlefield at night... you know what happens."

Watching the battle in the distance, Agamemnon had already put on heavy armor on his tall body.

Beside him, the king of Sparta, Menelaos, held a spear and a strong shield, his scarred body revealed through the gaps in his leather armor.

The battlefield at night was an ominous symbol, and he was certainly aware of that.

Because the spirits of the newly dead will wander the earth, trying to get the living to join them.

The priest's magic can certainly disperse them, but no one can pay attention to this in the fierce fighting.

Therefore, few people were willing to launch an offensive on Chaos night, which led to a situation where both sides could easily suffer losses.

"Oh, so he'd better hurry up. Of course, it doesn't matter if he's late."

With a sneer, Menelaos waved his arms.

The Spartans did not send out any troops to follow up, but when the Trojans opened a gap, they would be the first to charge right behind them.

"After all, Spartans would never shed the blood of their warriors in vain... But since your slaves are willing to die, it would be nice to build a high wall with their bodies."

The difference between slaves and levies is not explained, because Agamemnon knows that it really makes no difference to the Spartans.

In order to support their cruel selection of offspring, these barbarians conquered a large population and made them farm for their masters and transport various necessary materials.

Whether they were servants or slaves, the Spartans were treated the same.

They never show mercy even to the city-states that obey them.

Even every once in a while, the Spartans would select the most powerful vassal force and slaughter it without hesitation.

They claimed that this was to intimidate other slaves...but Agamemnon preferred to believe that this was just to satisfy the cruel and bloodthirsty souls of the barbarians.

Tread...  

"Ok?"

"Just talking about them, it seems they have arrived."

With a slight change of expression, Agamemnon and Menelaos turned around immediately.

With their strength, the slightest vibration of the earth could certainly not escape their perception.

Located behind the coalition forces, the sound of the knights' charge was so clear.

Coupled with the faint divine power, it all proved the identity of the visitor.

So the King of Mycenae immediately signaled the coalition forces to split up to the sides.

As far as the military is concerned, this is a flaw.

It is impossible to change the formation on the battlefield easily without thousands of times of training, let alone the coalition forces of various countries who already have multiple orders.

However, at this moment they were the attacking party, and the Athenians had no chance of taking advantage of this gap... Agamemnon looked above the pass and noticed that the defenders there seemed to be making some changes.

Did you notice? Yes, the Athenians’ technology was always extraordinary.

Perhaps they had noticed the Trojan knights, but so what.

The coalition forces already had an absolute advantage, even if the gods did not survive.

I just don't know where the next line of defense of the Athenians will be after this battle ends...

"——Agamemnon, did you make the wrong move?"

"what?"

Somewhat puzzled, the King of Mycenae withdrew his gaze from the fortress.

He looked towards the rear of the coalition forces again, and the direction pointed by the gradually rising smoke and dust seemed to be a little skewed.

If they continue like this, the enemy will most likely crash directly into the coalition forces on the right.

And the place where I am now is exactly on the left side of the army.

"Priest!"

"Contact the army on the right and ask them to clear the road. Then send a signal to guide the Trojan knights."

There was no doubt that Agamemnon did not immediately think that this was a sign of rebellion.

After all, Priam could not make such a choice, as it would only lead to the downfall of his kingdom.

"It seems that I misjudged them... I thought Hector was a powerful successor, but now it seems that he is more than he deserves."

Shaking his head slightly, Agamemnon was a little disappointed, but he should now prepare for the street fighting in the fortress.

However, just as he was about to turn around, the eyes of the King of Mycenae suddenly froze.

Because he seemed to see blood dripping from the tip of the leading knight's spear.

"..."

"Quick - defend!"

With a loud shout, in an instant, like a boiling pot, the resounding sound seemed to drown out the fighting on the battlefield.

At almost the same time, the gate of the fortress slowly opened a crack, and the Athenian army was ready to attack behind it.

Like a prey caught between two sharp arrows, the allied army divided into two sections had no place to retreat.

And its softest part is about to be pierced by an arrow.

"Priam...is he crazy?!"

It was unbelievable, but at this moment, Agamemnon could almost imagine the gods' reproach.

Without having time to say anything else, he casually instructed his deputy to stabilize the situation while heading towards the army on the other side.

The Trojan royal family had no choice but to capture them.

Only in this way can I offset some of my guilt.

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Tread...  

"--puff!"

The sound of wind passed by his ears, and the spear easily picked up the miscellaneous soldiers blocking the way.

The combined strength of thousands of people made Hector unstoppable at this moment.

To ordinary people, cavalry charges often occur in waves.

This is not only to build up momentum, but also because they often need to consume a prepared lance in one attack.

After all, in a real charge, the powerful impact force is enough to tear the knight's arms, so they use fragile and easily broken gun barrels to solve this problem.

However, this is just common sense. In front of the knights of the mythological era, nothing in the world can stop them from moving forward.

boom--!

A loud roar, not a physical collision, but so heart-shaking.

The condensed blood and energy, with Hector as its blade, cuts through butter as smoothly as a hot knife.

In almost an instant, the hastily formed defense line collapsed.

"kill!"

With that said, Hector moved on.

Three powerful warriors tried to slow down his speed, but at this moment, none of them could match Hector.

The arrows penetrated directly into the center of the army, and the entire right wing of the coalition forces was almost torn in half in a short period of time.

And it was not until this moment that Hector finally encountered an enemy worthy of his attention.

Patroclus was a prince of a small country whose country was not even as well known as he himself.

At this moment, the foreign hero was standing in front of him, and he seemed to be angrily denouncing his treacherous behavior. However, Hector just sped up again and pointed directly at the obstacle that blocked his way.

Om-!

laugh--!

The spears roared, as if mourning the death of the enemy.

If it were under normal circumstances, when the two armies faced each other in front of the battlefield, even if Hector could win, he would probably have to fight with the opponent for a while.

But at this moment and in this place, when the sharp edges of thousands of knights gathered on him, a hero of all nations died with a clean forward stab.

"stop!"

With a loud shout, another figure leaped out from the army formation.

Hector swung his spear and rushed away, but this time, his momentum was gone and he failed to kill the enemy again.

Clang——!

After a brief collision, the intruder was finally repelled.

Riding on the warhorse that was finally forced to stop, Hector asked loudly:

"Who are you and what's your name? As far as I can remember, the coalition forces don't have a warrior like you!"

"I am Ajax of Achaea, prince of Salamis!"

With a loud reply, the young hero drew his sword and stepped forward.

"You don't know me because I haven't done anything really big yet, but I won't do it later."

"Today, I will defeat you here, and from now on, my fame will spread among the nations."

Ajax and Hector, heroes who were supposed to fight outside the city of Troy several years later and then admire each other, met unexpectedly here.

And even though the camps rotated with each other at the beginning, at this moment, they finally met in battle.

……

Wow…

The mountains are towering and steep, stretching endlessly.

In front of the fortress of Mount Aigario, the bloody fighting shows no sign of stopping.

In a mountain stream dozens of miles away from the battlefield, it was as peaceful and harmonious as ever.

The great battle in the mountains had no impact here, and the spring water continued to flow.

Some birds were flying in the mountains, chirping.

The fragrance of flowers floats in the wind and fallen leaves swirl in the air.

And in such a quiet environment, Ryan was climbing up the mountain little by little along the path trampled by mountain animals.

The mountains are steep and uninhabited, and there are all kinds of dangers at ordinary times.

As a place where mountain gods once existed, this place naturally attracts all kinds of creatures.

But coincidentally, for some reason, Ryan did not see any ferocious beasts or monsters along the way.

It's as if they have not been here for a long time, or have left their hometown for some reason.

Coincidence, or rather, a coincidence that is destined to happen.

But Ryan didn't care about that. He just kept climbing up along the road.

As time passed, the sun set and the woods began to become sparse.

Vaguely, he seemed to be able to see the open space and the pool of water ahead.

wow...

The water gurgles and creates small waves.

However, at this moment, Ryan slowed down, as if waiting for something.

"..."

Salsa…

"Cough cough..."

"Young man in front, please wait a moment."

The slow footsteps came closer and closer, as if trying to attract attention, but Ryan never responded.

There was no choice. After a long while, an old voice finally sounded from the woods.

Smile slightly and look back.

Under Ryan's gaze, an ugly old woman was leaning on a cane, also climbing up the mountain step by step.

The person who spoke just now was her, and seeing that Ryan noticed her presence, the old woman subconsciously quickened her pace.

But at this moment, Ryan's mouth smiled again.

Click...

thump--

"Eh..."

The old woman seemed to have stepped on a piece of gravel and lost her balance, falling directly to the ground.

I didn't stand up immediately, and I was stunned for a moment subconsciously.

The old woman never expected that she would fall down.

Although her body was already fragile, this kind of low-probability event should not happen to her... Struggling to stand up, the old woman was about to say something.

However, when he looked up again, all he saw was Ryan's eyes that looked like he was watching a show.

"..."

There was a moment of silence, and the anger in my heart instantly rose, but in the end I suppressed it in my heart.

The old woman tried hard to force a smile, as if what had just happened had never happened.

Good...very good.

I originally wanted to use wild beasts, but since I encountered humans, it would naturally be better to use humans.

But I had planned to give this lucky mortal some reward afterwards, but I didn't expect that he would dare to blaspheme my dignity like this.

Although he didn't know his identity, his actions had already determined his outcome.

Holding back her anger for the moment, the old woman smiled and said, "Young man, what are you doing here?"

"Wait someone."

Ryan said briefly, no longer looking at her, but turned to admire the clouds in the sky.

"…It's good to wait for someone. I am waiting for someone too."

The old woman spoke word by word, as if she didn't feel the indifference, and continued: "Young man, what is your name?"

"..."

The corner of her eye twitched. She didn't expect that after finally coming down the mountain, she would actually meet such a human being. If it weren't for the important things to do, how could she have tolerated him until now... After thinking for a moment, the old woman made another note in her heart.

"Ahem... I am a bit rude, old man, but young man, why should you keep people at a distance?"

"My name is Atropos, and I've been cutting cloth all my life. I have two younger sisters, one spins silk and the other weaves cloth... So, what do you do, young man?"

"Atropos?"

Turning his head and looking back, Ryan met the old woman's expectant gaze. He thought for a moment and replied calmly, "It's indeed quite common, otherwise I wouldn't have never heard of it."

"As for me..."

"Maybe a little better than you, but just an ordinary craftsman who is always busy."

"After working for many years, I finally saved up some money."

"There are several servants in the house, some are responsible for lighting, and some are responsible for planting trees and flowers."

He did not hide anything, but told the truth about his situation.

After all, there is nothing that cannot be said to others... and there is nothing wrong with the answer itself.

The women who cut cloth can work part-time to cut destiny, and the girls who spin silk can decide the length of life of everything.

The ordinary craftsman casually builds the order of the world, and the servant of lighting illuminates the world.

In comparison, there is no difference.