Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

The next day.

Compared with the chaos a few days ago, the coalition camp had restored order.

Two unknown small countries led their troops to the camp and set up camp not far from the camp.

The size of the coalition increased visibly, but the morale that was hit did not recover, and even worsened as time went by.

Various rumors spread among the lower classes, and Agamemnon, the only one who could take charge of the situation, was recovering from his injuries.

So when Achilles appeared in front of the camp again, this uneasy mood was further amplified.

Fortunately, Ares did not drop the chain this time. He first stood in the army and angrily denounced Achilles's despicable shamelessness, and actually seduced him to lose his mind by sneaking an attack on the goddess of beauty in the previous battle.

Then he rejected Achilles's provocation again, and asked to fight again tomorrow.

After all, he went back and forth to the sacred mountain in a short period of time, and mental fatigue was inevitable.

For Ares' excuse, Achilles just thought about it and agreed.

It doesn't make any difference to him whether it's one day earlier or later. Since the other party asked for a delay, then just postpone it. In this way, when he wins, Ares will have no reason to excuse himself.

"So, this is the place you chose for the fight, it's beautiful with mountains and clear waters."

"I think you should have no regrets for losing the name of the God of War in the place you chose."

With a hint of smile in his voice, Achilles casually looked at the environment here.

A large valley, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one exit.

The river flows into the valley along the exit, and it looks like a place suitable for catching turtles in a jar.

But this is only for the mortal army. As long as the only exit is blocked, thousands of troops will find it difficult to move forward.

But for the indestructible Achilles, all the passes in the world are as easy as walking on flat ground.

Unless there are other gods waiting for him here, but feeling the reaction of the breath of the Styx in his body, Achilles can be sure that there is only one god here, Ares.

"Heh, come on."

"To be honest, I thought you would call a few gods to ambush me. But now it seems that you also know what is shame and what is a joke."

Pulling out the bronze sword he had seized before, Achilles pointed the sword forward.

And standing opposite him was Ares with a grim face.

"...Arrogant and despicable mortal, you can only be arrogant for a while..."

Thinking about today's plan, Ares tried to swallow his breath.

It was right for him not to call others. The power of the Styx made this human extremely sensitive to the breath of the gods.

If he really called for help, he might not be willing to come.

But now it's different. I'm the only one here, so with this kid's arrogance, he will naturally not be afraid of fighting.

And as long as he comes, there will be only one result.

"...Bastard, die!"

Ares said this sincerely.

And soon, after a few days, the battle between Achilles and Ares started again.

Sword and shield collided, strength and strength duel.

From the nameless valley came the sound of endless vibration, and the lives in the forest fled in all directions, just to avoid the confrontation between the demigods and the gods.

This time there was no other interference, and the battle between Achilles and Ares lasted from morning to evening, but the two still could not decide the winner.

After all, a hero with an indestructible body could not have the so-called "failure", and Ares, who was fully prepared, was even more convinced of his victory.

Not only did his fighting spirit not wear out, but it rose even more, and his strength was further strengthened under the guidance of theocracy.

Until it was close to night, perhaps the day's battle made the god of war a little tired.

Inadvertently, he was cut off a strand of hair by Achilles' sword.

Ares was furious about this, but no matter how hard he tried next, he still couldn't really hurt the hero even a little bit.

"Hmph, what a coward."

Ares made a feint and retreated a distance.

He looked at Achilles coldly, and the latter glared back without hesitation.

After a day of fighting, Achilles finally saw the hope of winning, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy.

But the next moment, he was angered by Ares' words.

"It's late today, let's call a truce. I'll come here again tomorrow when I'm here and defeat you."

Without any shame, Ares turned around and left immediately.

At this time, Achilles realized that the other party had just suffered a small loss, but he was going to abandon the battle and run away.

"I was wondering why you chose such a place to take the initiative to invite a fight. It turns out that it was to run without burden. I thought you were ambushing in secret and wanted to catch me off guard!"

At this moment, Achilles only lamented why the teacher hadn't arrived yet. If he had an indestructible magic weapon, how could he not win for so long.

But even so, Achilles still sensed the surroundings again.

The divine power was silent within a hundred miles, so there should be no gods ambushing in secret.

As for the artifact... Achilles had never seen a divine artifact, and the power of the Styx had nothing to do with the artifact, so he didn't think much about it for a while.

So he took a step forward and chased after Ares.

If you have the ability, you can escape all the way back to the sacred mountain, and I will chase you all the way. By then, the impact will probably be greater than if I defeated you.

Thinking of this, Achilles' speed increased a bit, and in just a blink of an eye, the two arrived at the entrance of the valley.

One chasing and one fleeing, one in front and one behind, Ares just crossed the valley mouth, and Achilles followed closely.

However, at this moment, a golden light turned from virtual to real, rising from the ground that was originally normal.

It must be said that the golden net that successfully caught the adultery in the original mythological trajectory was indeed extraordinary.

Ares and Aphrodite on the sacred mountain had never found her trace, and Achilles now did not either.

In just a moment, the young hero fell into the net, and it was difficult to break out of the net no matter how he moved.

"Hahahahaha... It's done!"

Stopping immediately, Ares laughed out loud, and the sound shook the field.

He looked at the captives in the net and felt that his efforts today were not in vain.

Aren't you very good at fighting? It's just relying on the human environment.

When you get to the top of the sacred mountain, I'll see how you can still fight!

"...Hahaha, mortal, you--hmm?"

Just as he was about to laugh, Ares looked back the next moment.

In that direction, a strange demigod's breath just flashed by.

"...Forget it, it's important to go back first."

After finally succeeding in the ambush, Ares didn't want to make any mistakes.

So he looked at the angry hero in the net and prepared to leave.

In a little while...in a little while, I will invite all the gods of the sacred mountain.

When the time comes, I will kill you in public and redeem my lost reputation.

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Hundreds of miles away, in a cave halfway up the mountain.

A figure who was obviously much taller than an ordinary person was hurriedly putting down the things in his hands and looking at the distant scene.

Before, relying on some means, he did not let his breath leak out.

But seeing his student being captured, Chiron's mood was inevitably a little excited for a while.

Not long ago, after receiving Achilles' letter, the Centaur Sage had a bad feeling.

The prophecy showed that Achilles should have died in war.

No one could be sure whether this war referred to a certain war or the god who ruled over war.

Prophecies were always vague, but Achilles' direct provocation of the gods was too bold.

Even Chiron did not expect that he would become so arrogant not long after leaving Silvermoon City.

Maybe he should not have come to Silvermoon City. If he had not come here, he would have adapted to life in the world earlier and would not have been so self-righteous...

For a moment, Chiron regretted it a little.

Perhaps it was because he had too much that Achilles had come to this point today.

It was still a little late to hurry up, and now he had been captured by the gods of Olympus.

Regardless of Achilles' blasphemous behavior or the hostility of the gods of Olympus towards Silvermoon City, I am afraid they would not let him go easily.

"Alas... it's fine if you mess around in the human world, but why do you have to go to the God Mountain?"

"Others can't do anything to you, do you really think the God King can't do anything to you?"

Chiron looked worried, he shouldn't have worried about Achilles' safety.

After all, he knew very well that his student's adaptation to the power of the Styx was incredibly perfect, as if he was destined to be baptized by Styx.

Ordinary gods can't do anything to the power of the Styx that connects to the origin of the underworld. Only a very few can really hurt him, but Zeus is one of them.

In any case, even Hades is nominally a member of the God Court.

Without trying, Chiron didn't think Achilles could resist the supreme power of the God King.

"I'm afraid there's no way with my own strength."

"Mount Olympus... that's not a place where you can come and go as you please."

Take a deep breath, Chiron couldn't just sit back and watch his student suffer, but he didn't have the ability to save Achilles.

After all, although he has lived for a long time, he is not a true god after all.

If he wants to save people on the sacred mountain, he can only rely on the help of others.

And the first thing he thought of was Hecate and Artemis.

These two goddesses are undoubtedly the most likely to help, but Chiron thought for a moment and decided to drag another god into the water.

These two goddesses have no connection with Olympus after all, and they don’t know the situation on the sacred mountain.

If Achilles is to be rescued, it is better to use wisdom than force.

When it comes to wisdom and understanding of the sacred mountain, only Her Majesty Athena can do it.

"It just so happens that this child originally planned to stand on the side of Athens, and the new king of Athens was once a priest of the goddess."

"Wait for me to go to her to plead for mercy. As long as the goddess is willing to help, I think she will definitely not turn a blind eye."