Greek Mythology: The Spiritual Dominator

Under the pass, the coalition forces attacked like ants.

People died every moment, and there were also panicked deserters who shrank back.

However, the dense gun array blocked their retreat without mercy, cutting off their only retreat with blood.

Died behind, or died under the city wall.

For the rulers of various countries, these cannon fodders composed of conscripted troops or slaves were not worth caring about.

Their only role was to consume the enemy's strength so that they could give a fatal blow at a critical moment.

"How are the Trojans preparing?"

"It's past noon. If it's delayed for a while, even if we succeed in breaking through this pass, it will probably be night."

"And the battlefield at night...you know what will happen."

Watching the battle in the distance, Agamemnon's tall body had already been covered with heavy armor.

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

The battlefield at night is an ominous symbol, and he certainly knows this.

Because the souls of the newly dead will wander on the earth, trying to make the living go with them.

The divine arts of the priests can certainly disperse them, but no one can pay attention to these in the fierce fighting.

So few people are willing to launch an offensive on Chaos' night, which makes this situation that is very easy to lose both sides a reality.

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

With a sneer, Menelaos waved his arms.

Sparta did not send troops to follow up, but when the Trojans opened a gap, they would be the ones to charge after them.

"After all, Spartans never shed the blood of warriors in meaningless places... But since your slaves are willing to die, it's not bad to build a high wall with their bodies."

There was no explanation of the difference between slaves and conscripted soldiers, because Agamemnon knew that there was really no difference for the Spartans.

Because in order to support their cruel offspring selection, these barbarians conquered a large number of people, let them farm for their masters, and transport all kinds of necessary materials.

Servants or slaves, the Spartans treated them the same.

Even if it was a city-state that obeyed them, they never showed mercy.

Every once in a while, the Spartans would select the most powerful servile force and slaughter it without hesitation.

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

Tat tat...

"Hmm?"

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

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

With their strength, the slight vibration of the earth naturally could not be hidden from their perception.

Located behind the coalition forces, the movement of this knight's 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 to separate the coalition forces' formation to both sides.

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

Without thousands of trainings, the formations that change on the battlefield cannot be changed easily, not to mention the coalition forces of various countries that have already issued multiple orders.

However, they are the attacking party at this moment, and the Athenians have no chance to seize this gap... Agamemnon looked at the top of the pass, and he noticed that the defenders there seemed to be making some changes.

Did they find out? Yes, the Athenians' skills have always been extraordinary.

Maybe they have noticed the Trojan knights, but so what.

The coalition forces already have an absolute advantage, even if the gods have not been eliminated.

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

"--Agamemnon, did you make the wrong position?"

"What?"

Somewhat puzzled, the king of Mycenae withdrew his eyes from the fortress.

He looked at the rear of the coalition again, and the position pointed by the gradually rising smoke and dust seemed to be a little crooked.

If it goes on like this, the opponent may directly crash into the coalition forces on the right.

And where he is now is just 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."

Agamemnon did not doubt that this was a sign of rebellion at first.

After all, Priam could not make such a choice, which would only overturn his kingdom.

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

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

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

Because he seemed to see dripping blood on the tip of the spear of the leading knight.

"..."

"Quick-defense!"

A loud shout, in an instant, like a pot and pan exploding, the loud voice seemed to overwhelm the fighting on the battlefield.

Almost at the same time, the gate of the fortress slowly opened a gap, and the Athenian army was preparing for battle behind it.

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

And its softest part, its abdomen, was about to be pierced by an arrow.

"Priam... is he crazy?!"

Unbelievable, but at this moment, Agamemnon almost imagined the blame of the gods.

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

The royal family of the Trojans, only by capturing them.

Only in this way can he offset some of his guilt.

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Tap tap...

"——Puff!"

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

The power of thousands of people was integrated, making Hector move forward at this moment.

For ordinary people, the charge of cavalry is often in waves.

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

After all, in a real charge, the strong impact is enough to tear the knight's arm, so they use fragile and easily broken spears to solve this problem.

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

Boom——!

A violent roar, not a collision of matter, but so shocking.

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

In just a moment, the hastily formed defense line collapsed.

"Kill!"

Concisely speaking, Hector continued to move forward.

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

The arrows pierced the center of the army, and the right wing of the entire coalition was almost torn in half in a short time.

And until this moment, Hector finally encountered an enemy worthy of his attention.

Patroclus, a prince of a small country, his country is not even as well known as he himself.

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

Buzz——!

Swish——!

The spears rang, as if they were also mourning the death of the enemy.

If it was normal, when the two armies faced each other, even if they could win, Hector would probably have to fight with the opponent for a while.

But at this time and place, when the sharpness of thousands of knights gathered on him, a hero of the nations died with a clean stab.

"Stop!"

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

Hector waved his spear away, but this time, he failed to kill the enemy again because he had lost momentum.

Clang——!

After a brief collision, the comer was finally repelled.

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

"Who are you and what is your name? In my impression, the coalition army does not have a warrior like you!"

"I am Prince Salamis, Ajax of Achaia!"

Responding loudly, the young hero drew his sword and moved forward.

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

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

Ajax and Hector, heroes who were supposed to fight outside Troy a few years later and then admire each other, unexpectedly met here.

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

...

Hua La La...

Mountains are endless.

In front of the fortress of the Aigario Mountains, the bloody fight shows no sign of stopping.

And outside a mountain stream dozens of miles away from the battlefield, it is as peaceful and harmonious as ever.

The battle in the mountains did not affect this place, and the spring water kept flowing.

Some birds were flying in the mountains, making crisp chirps.

The fragrance of flowers floated in the wind, and fallen leaves swirled in the air.

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

The mountain was steep and uninhabited, and there were all kinds of dangers at ordinary times.

As a place where mountain gods once existed, it attracted all kinds of creatures.

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

It was as if they had not been here for a long time, or had left their hometown for some reason.

Coincidence, or rather, it was a coincidence that was destined to happen.

But Ryan did not care about these, he just kept climbing up and along the road.

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

Indistinctly, he seemed to see the open space and the pool in front of him.

Wow...

The sound of water gurgling, raising a slight wave.

However, at this moment, Ryan slowed down his pace, as if he was waiting for something.

"..."

Shasha...

"Ahem..."

"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.

Helpless, after a long while, an old voice finally sounded from the forest.

Smiling slightly, he turned his head.

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 also subconsciously quickened her pace.

But at this moment, Ryan smiled again.

Click...

thump--

"Hey..."

As if she had stepped on a piece of gravel, her step was unsteady, and the old woman fell directly to the ground.

He didn't get up immediately, and was stunned for a moment subconsciously.

The old woman never expected that she could also fall.

Although her body was extremely fragile, there was a chance that such a small probability event would not happen to her... Struggling to stand up, the old woman planned to say something.

However, when she looked up again, all she saw was Ryan's eyes as if he were watching a show.

"..."

There was silence for a moment, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose, but in the end he still kept it in his heart.

The old woman tried her best to smile, as if what just happened never happened.

Good… very good.

Originally I wanted to use wild animals, but now that I have met people, it is naturally better to use people.

But I originally planned to give this lucky mortal some reward afterwards, but what I didn't expect was that he would dare to desecrate his dignity like this.

Although he does not know his identity, his actions have already determined his outcome.

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

"Waiting for someone."

After speaking concisely and to the point, Ryan no longer looked at her, but turned around to admire the clouds on the horizon.

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

Word by word, as if she didn't feel the indifference, the old woman continued to speak: "Young man, I don't know what to call you?"

"..."

The corners of her eyes twitched. I didn't expect that I would meet such a human being the next time I went down the mountain. If I didn't have something important to do, how could I have tolerated him until now... After thinking about it for a moment, the old woman remembered something in her heart. Pen.

"Ahem... I am being rude, old man, but young people, why should you refuse people thousands of miles away?"

"My name is Atropos, a female worker who has been cutting cloth all her life. I also have two sisters at home, one is spinning silk, the other is weaving... Speaking of which, young man, what do you do?"

"Atropos?"

Turning to look back, facing the old woman's expectant gaze, Ryan thought for a moment and replied flatly: "It's indeed quite common, otherwise I wouldn't have heard of it."

"As for me..."

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

"After working for many years, I managed to accumulate some wealth."

"There are several servants at home, 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 wrong with telling people... Besides, there is nothing wrong with the answer itself.

The female workers who cut cloth can work part-time to tailor their destiny, and the sister who cuts silk can determine the length of a mortal life.

The ordinary craftsman builds the order of the world at will, and the servant of lighting illuminates the light of a world.

In comparison, there is no difference.