Chapter 437: Indestructible
The resounding voice echoed in the endless camps, and Achilles was in front of 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 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...
Take my attack first and I will give you another chance to save your life!
"Come--"
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 they continued to press down.
The high-speed horse was hit hard, and 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's back.
However, the swung spear did not stop, but hit the general's armor with more violent force.
Like tofu, there was no power to resist. With the sound of the armor breaking, the consciousness of the Mycenaean general was blurred in an instant.
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 this 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 have come from Athens? Why didn't you report it in advance? Where did the patrolling cavalry outside the camp go?"
With an ugly face, Agamemnon scolded sternly.
However, under his rebuke, except for 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 patrolling 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 is probably a powerful hero, and only you can fight him-"
Boom--!
Boom--!
Boom--!
Before he finished speaking, there were three loud noises, as if the giant was hammering the ground, but there was no more fighting sound.
As the soldier said, this really didn't seem like the movement that an army could cause, but more like a strong man with extraordinary courage hitting the camp hard.
Until this moment, Agamemnon had to believe that the voice just now might not be an Athenian general named 'Achilles' leading troops to attack, but 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 confusion followed. What is the opponent's basis for coming to the front of 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 opponent is, it is impossible to fight ten thousand alone on such a battlefield.
People get tired and get hurt. Injuries accumulate and people die.
Therefore, Achilles' current behavior is tantamount to seeking death in the eyes of Agamemnon, which is really puzzling.
"...You guys come with me first."
If he couldn't find the answer, he had to go and see for himself. Regardless of his status as a king, as a hero, Agamemnon also wanted to meet this strange demigod.
But before that, he still waved to the soldiers in the camp to move quickly.
Now that you're here, don't think about leaving so easily. The achievement of capturing a demigod alive was enough to cover up the previous mistakes of the vanguard.
…
Outside the camp, Achilles picked up the body of the fourth Mycenaean noble and stacked it with the previous three.
There were more and more soldiers surrounding him, but no one dared to step forward.
Everyone knows that if he breaks into the army alone, unless the person who comes is indestructible, he will probably die.
But no one can judge how many people he will pull to die with him before he dies.
Therefore, the fear of the soldiers seems very normal... but Achilles doesn't care about them. He just waits for the arrival of truly important people.
Judging from the current reaction of this army, they should regard themselves as Athenians.
But only Achilles himself knew that he actually never went to meet the new king of Athens.
On the one hand, because deep down in Achilles' heart, he actually didn't think much of the former princess who got a 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, although the young man with an indestructible body has set out to make immortal achievements and have his name praised by all the countries in the world, he also knows very well that this cannot be done in a short time. .
Especially as a person who is currently unknown, few people in the world know him.
If he went to Athens like this, he might be treated with courtesy, or he might be looked down upon, but no matter what, Achilles would inevitably have to show off his abilities like a performance.
"But I don't need such 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 is no need to show off. As long as I show up, the king will come to welcome me to the table."
Gently flick the tip of the spear to let the remaining blood fall off.
Achilles looked at the camp in the distance, and he could feel that the first challenging enemy had appeared.
Probably that was the king of the Mycenaeans, very good.
In the first battle of his debut, he killed the monarch of a big country.
When he dies, no matter on earth or in heaven, no matter mortals or gods, they will have to face their own existence.
"……Who are you?"
"Does Athens actually have a hidden card like yours... But no matter who you are, since you slaughtered my subordinates, you must pay the price for this!"
The voice came from the camp, and Achilles could hear the doubts and hidden murderous intent in the other person's tone.
Most heroes with divine blood have extraordinary desires, and it is difficult for them to restrain their thoughts and hide their reputation.
If it weren't for the fact that there were many demigods and gods in the environment where he grew up, Achilles might not be able to restrain his desire to express himself.
"who I am……"
"Oh, soon, you will never ask about this name again."
Grinning, Achilles couldn't help but become more excited as a powerful enemy approached.
Feeling the troops gradually surrounding him from all directions, blood surged through his veins.
He stamped his right foot on the ground and then rushed forward.
"Come--"
"Agamemnon...take my move!"
brush--
The distance of several miles seemed to disappear, and in a few breaths, Achilles' figure changed from small to clear.
The Mycenaean soldiers obviously did not react, and only Agamemnon and several other generals were prepared.
Raising his spear to meet the attack, the Mycenaean king lived up to his past reputation.
The power derived from the divine blood resonates with the same blood as the surrounding blood, and powerful power flows at the tip of the spear.
Qiang——
Two forces that were hard to find rivals in the world intertwined in an instant. At this moment, Achilles had to stop for a moment.
"Yes, although you have to use external force, you are qualified to fight with me."
"It's a pity. I'm not here for the competition today, I'm just here to make a name for myself."
The spears and spears intertwined and retreated in mid-air.
Achilles fell to the ground and spoke something that Agamemnon could not understand.
The strength of the visitor was unexpectedly strong, but he was sitting in the army while the other party was alone. As the king of Mycenae, he was still capable of fighting. As long as the army is surrounded, the opponent will be unable to escape.
But now looking at what he means, he hasn't used all his strength yet?
Impossible, even when the God of War is in the human world, his power is not much stronger...
"drink--!"
With a loud shout, Achilles moved forward with his spear again, while the Mycenaean monarch stepped forward to meet him, followed closely by the generals beside him.
Spears and spears clashed, but this time, Agamemnon was horrified.
Because at the last moment, the tip of Achilles' spear deflected slightly and pierced 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 a joke.
However, the confrontation between the demigods did not allow for hesitation. In just a moment, the two of them hit their opponents.
In an instant, an infinite force penetrated the armor and hit Agamemnon, making his internal organs as 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 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 face, Achilles laughed out loud.
"Hahahahaha... It's useless, but Agamemnon, I recognize your strength."
"If you hadn't met me, there wouldn't be many people in the world who could defeat you, but unfortunately, I am the god of war-Achilles!"
Take a step forward. Although he acknowledged the opponent's strength, Achilles did not intend to give up on ending his opponent's life.
Victory means life and defeat means death, this is the rule of the battlefield. Although I am suspected of relying on my immortality, isn’t this also a kind of ability?
"You, can’t—let Ares do it!"
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 expression slightly, and waved his spear, as if he was guarding against something.
Ding——
Swoosh——
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 on his left arm sleeve.
"Who is it?"
With an ugly face, 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 unknown low peak, the blond god also raised a question.
Hera asked him to protect the safety of the hero of the coalition, and he did so. But sneak attacks are not good 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 arrogant self-proclaimed "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 arrows, but he also couldn't do anything to his indestructible body.
