Chapter 472 Charge

After many days of delay and waste.

Today, the siege strategy has finally paid off.

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

Although the Trojans were willing to take the initiative to undertake the most critical tasks, this did not mean that other kingdoms would be free.

The large number of recruited troops would become the most tragic forerunners of this battle, paving the way for the offensive launched by Hector, the son of Priam.

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

There was no communication, and no extra movements.

The sound of shouting and killing went straight through the clouds and slowly approached the fortress.

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

The rain of arrows attached to the elements fell from the high walls, and then was weakened by 90% by various spiritual lights and the blood energy that soared into the sky.

Only the remaining force hit 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 ready to launch a real offensive."

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

Dressed in military uniform, with a sword hanging from her waist.

Andrea stood on the tower sentry of the fortress, looking down at the whole situation.

Unlike the previous times, this time the coalition forces obviously no longer stopped at testing.

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

"Our knights are ready. As long as there is no problem on the other side, we will follow them as soon as possible."

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

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

"After all, only when he is alive, Troy belongs to his country."

Also looking far ahead, as the proposer and executor of the whole plan, Iapetus is also watching here.

Everything is just as he said, the coalition is moving in the direction he wants.

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

Yes, suspicion, but this is also a very normal thing.

After all, even if I don't mention myself, Priam's position alone is actually a difficult thing to determine.

No one knows whether he has really made a decision. Except for Iapetus, who is sure that his speech has taken effect, even the wisest monarch will doubt whether this is a false surrender.

The Trojans can change their positions at any time, but Athens has 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 on the day he ascended the throne, which would be enough to redeem the prejudice of the Olympian gods against their kingdom."

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

Iapetus said slowly in a gentle voice.

"Anyway, the two sides of this battle are unintentional, fighting with elite troops without preparation, and the advantage is mine."

"As long as we find the right time to go out of the city and fight, although it is impossible to completely defeat the armies of various countries, it can also make them suspicious from now on and never trust each other again."

"Well... indeed."

"Lord Ilos is right."

Nodding gently, after all, in various senses, the god of speech who is now incarnated as a human being is a vassal of Athens.

So Andrea decisively expressed trust and recognition, but also silently clenched the sword.

Theseus's relic, the symbol of the future king of Athens.

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

No matter what the result is, Andrea will go on the battlefield in person today.

If Priam acts as promised, it will naturally expand the results of the war.

She will go to the battlefield in person and do things she didn't like to do in the past.

But if it is fake in the end, it doesn't make any difference.

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

...

"Shh..."

"Quiet."

He scolded in a low voice, releasing his breath slightly.

A few miles behind the coalition army, Hector reached out to soothe the horse with the blood of the sixth generation of gods under his seat.

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

It won't be long before he will fight there.

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

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

After all, most of the nobles of this era had divine blood flowing in their veins, but there was a distinction between strong and thin blood.

The blood of the same origin and the training day and night brought about a unified momentum and indestructible power.

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

This was exactly what the coalition wanted him to do, but it was also the point where they had been shirking responsibility.

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

Hector may not die, but he will definitely be injured.

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

And the knights behind him will not be easy, and the momentum of unity will be briefly and completely broken.

And the scattered knights are just ordinary soldiers who can fight a little.

"Father, I rarely question your decision."

"But you must know that the kingdom is far away 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 the price..."

"I know."

Speaking in a low voice, Priam looked at his son.

The armor and helmet covered him, and his original appearance could no longer be seen. But in the gap on the mask, 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 are therefore able to become monarchs of a country and rule them until today."

"But what does this have to do with-"

"Of course, because there were descendants of gods before there was a kingdom!"

The voice was not loud, but very powerful.

Taking a deep breath, Priam told his inner thoughts.

"There were gods before there were people."

"So if people cannot give faith to gods, then their existence is meaningless to gods."

"And as an existence between humans and gods, there were descendants of gods before there was a family and country."

"If the kingdom cannot be used by me, what is the point of having it?"

"So my child, 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 under the mask looked back at his father.

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

But in any case, if he could give up his 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 mankind.

Hector thought he was not a man with such noble sentiments, so he just nodded and tightened his weapon.

"I will bring victory, father."

"Go."

Nodding with relief, Priam promised: "Go, 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 for the throne, but after thinking about it, he did not refuse.

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

As if receiving a signal, almost at the same time, the uniform sound of metal collisions sounded in an instant.

Thousands of heavily armored knights put down their masks and raised their weapons.

Even if they had no extraordinary powers, even if they were placed in the human world of the future.

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

The chaotic fate allowed this scene to be staged in this classical mythological era, and the battlefield under the Aigario Mountains was their platform for galloping.

"【Justice】——!"

"【Mercy】——!"

"【Fearlessness】——!"

"【Sacrifice】——!"

"..."

Seven consecutive divine lights 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 just followed the requests of the kings of various countries and gave 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 gods.

Although they could use divine arts, they were limited to manipulation rather than perfect control.

They can guide the effect of the magic before it fully takes effect, healing pain or causing death.

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

After all, these are just some priests who have not even entered the realm of "Legend".

In the realm of clergy, "Legend" is not much more than the demigods among the descendants of gods.

"... Kill."

So the horses began to trot and kept accelerating forward.

Thousands of knights followed behind Hector and started charging at the same time in a cone.

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

One refused to deliver the reward given to the gods, and the other was ready to slaughter the servants of the gods.

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

There is nothing wrong with the servants of the gods slaughtering the servants of other gods.

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

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

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

"charge……"

"—For Athena!"

Shouting slogans that he didn't even believe in, Hector stepped over the corpses of the priests.

Thousands of knights went all the way east, aiming directly at the coalition forces under the fortress.

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

Ha... No wonder that from ancient times to the present, there has never been a shortage of monarchs and heroes in the world who have challenged the gods.

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

No matter whose problem it was in the first place, when Laomedon blasphemed the faces of the gods, he might have been destined to do what he did today.

As for his final fate...

"..."

A warrior doesn't need to think too much... so Hector presses on.