I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

"Not entirely. The Divine Realm is constructed according to the mythological worldview. The sky is the abode of the gods, and the mortal realm is not in the same world as them."

Mingxian continued, "This is what I think: the humans living on Earth in Greek mythology actually went through several eras. In this era, the era of Greece and Troy, the humans living on Earth may not have been the same species."

According to Pandora, only humans can become god-killers.

"It needs to include [human destiny]."

"So, in the realm of the gods, do humans also have a human destiny in the eyes of the gods?"

"In other words, to the gods of the Divine Realm, the humans living in the Divine Realm are not humans, but humanoids."

He paused for a moment, then picked up a leaf and looked at its veins.

"There are many versions of the Trojan War. One version ends with the gods punishing the human beings for their repeated acts of cruelty during the war. A storm and a tsunami swept through the land, sinking the city of Troy and all the Greek ships into the sea."

Luo Hao nodded slightly and said, "In that case, the Olympian gods' purpose is not simple."

Mingxian continued, "Since the [Divine Realm] will proceed according to the plot of the myths, some gods with the power of [wisdom] and [foresight] might try to steer the plot of the myths in the direction they desire. Zeus might even be overthrown by his own child..."

At this point, he asked, "'Malice,' are you Zeus's daughter?"

"In mythology it is..."

"Then it isn't."

Mingxian shook his head and continued, "Was Apollo the son of Zeus?"

"In mythology, yes, but he is actually a god from another divine realm."

"Evil Heart" seemed to be deep in thought.

Mingxian pressed on, "Where is Ares?"

"It's not a local god either."

"Where's Athena?"

"I've already said it, the relationship between father and child only exists in mythology!"

"The wicked one" couldn't stand it and screamed.

"Qiu Mo" spoke up from the side: "I think I understand what you mean. Zeus has the ability of a wise god [Metis], so he actually knows the future development and used means to guide the future in a way that is favorable to himself."

Mingxian nodded slightly and continued, "Gods in the [Divine Realm] cannot defy mythology, but mythology is not limited to one version. Even subversive and satirical plots are permitted."

"The gods of wisdom, destiny, and prophecy make choices in the present moment, steer the mythological narrative in their own favor..."

"That's easy to make the connection."

The gods in [Divine Realm] are mentally sound, unlike the disobedient gods who are mentally corrupted.

They do not contradict the myth, but that is all they do.

Mingxian said, "With no gods being Zeus's true offspring, and his only children being demigods, it is impossible to overthrow Zeus's rule, because the foundation upon which this mythological plot is based no longer exists."

Luo Hao nodded. "My lord wants to test whether our Godslayers' power to defy fate can rewrite the plot of a myth without a foundation in mythology."

"You still understand me."

"Of course, my husband and I are of one heart."

Mingxian clapped his hands, stood up, and looked into the distance.

“Since you have no objections, let’s go find Xiao Ai first, then find Tony to come over, and together we’ll fight our way up Mount Olympus.”

Luo Hao: "If all the gods come out in full force, we will be at a great disadvantage."

“That’s why I kept the Goddess of Evil Heart, just in time to sow discord among the gods and cause them to split.” Mingxian smiled.

Not a Hibiki: Chapter 112 The Godslayer in the Divine Realm

A seaside fishing village in the Divine Realm.

As night falls, the starry sky and the crescent moon reflect each other, casting a silvery glow across the earth, creating a scene reminiscent of a dream.

Beneath this tranquility lies endless disaster and despair.

No torches were needed; the natural light was enough to reveal the devastation of this land.

The houses in the village looked as if they had been ravaged by a raging fire, almost turning into charred black and ashes.

The bricks, used as building materials, still carried a scorching heat, as if the fires of hell had not yet been extinguished and were still burning, emitting a suffocating smell of smoke.

A strange aura, a mixture of wood, flesh, and blood, filled the air, sending shivers down one's spine.

The villagers' remains lay scattered on the ground, like withered leaves swept away by the autumn wind.

Their faces were contorted, their eyes filled with fear and despair, as if they were witnessing the most terrible nightmare before they died.

Those who died from being burned were actually a minority.

A closer look at those wounds will reveal the truth...

They were all people who had been slashed with knives, pierced with spears, or beaten to death.

This was a premeditated robbery.

An army is wreaking havoc here.

The bronze armor gleamed coldly in the moonlight, and the round shield, short sword, and short spear stood out conspicuously in the night.

Its entire body skin was copper-red, a red that appeared too bright and even somewhat eerie for sun-exposed skin.

The face beneath the helmet resembled an ant, elongated in shape, with a wide gap between the eyes and no nose.

These are the Mermidonians.

Long ago, due to a single thought of Zeus, the descendants of humans were reborn from ants. They take pride in the unbreakable unity of an ant colony, and like worker ants going out to hunt, they collectively attack their enemies, fighting to the very end without fear of death.

On the distant ship, the king of the Memidonians shouted: "My guards, listen up! Everything that awaits you in this town belongs to you! Burn, kill, and plunder until you tire of blood; seize wealth and food, and rape women!"

He was not a Mermidonian, but a hero of humanity.

His name is—Achilles!

His voice echoed in the night sky, carrying an irresistible majesty and coldness.

Achilles stood on the large ship, his cold gaze sweeping over the war-torn land, yet his heart remained undisturbed.

His magnificent body was clad in bronze armor, gleaming with a cold light, like a statue of a war god. A long sword, also made of bronze, hung at his waist, its blade engraved with intricate totems. Fully armed, he exuded an inviolable aura of majesty.

His handsome face contrasted sharply with his imposing figure, twisted and deformed by anger and hatred.

"The pain of losing my one and only friend Patroclus; the deep-seated hatred for the enemy who pointed their spears at my friend; the rage of the Trojans who, despite the offensive of our Greek allied forces, refused to give up their defense..."

"All of this pierced my chest like a sharp arrow!"

His voice was low and hoarse, every word filled with endless grief and anger.

His dearest friend's figure seemed to still be before his eyes. On the battlefield a few days ago, he had fought one-on-one with the hateful Trojan commander-in-chief, but it was his dearest friend who had exhausted his luck.

"Ah, Patroclus, Patroclus, my other half, my dearest friend, whom even my wife and brother cannot compare to. I will never forget the nights I embraced you; your warmth, like the winter sun, illuminated every corner of my heart..."

His voice trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall.

That deep affection has long transcended the realm of ordinary friendship; it is equivalent to that of a lover or partner.

The grief of losing his friend drove him to madness and rage.

Their target was Troy, the most prosperous city in the world, the golden city.

……

a few days later.

Beside the boundless blue coastline, a city-state stands amidst majestic hills.

That is the city of Troy.

It is only three or four kilometers away from the vast sea.

The city walls were sturdy, resembling a giant dragon winding and coiling.

Beyond the city walls lay a vast, boundless plain, stretching as far as the eye could see, as if nature had specially laid out a stage for the impending war.

On this plain, an army of tens of thousands stood like a forest of giant rocks, arrayed in battle formation.

The troops were arranged in a crescent moon shape, partially surrounding the city of Troy, like a giant bow poised to be drawn.

but.

Both the defending Trojan warriors and the attacking Greek army were now in a deathly silence, their eyes filled with trembling anticipation as they stared intently at the life-or-death battle about to unfold before them.

The duel between the hero Achilles and Hector, the Trojan general.

The sunlight shone on the battlefield, adding a touch of tragic grandeur to this epic battle.

Zheng!

The spear transformed into a beam of death, piercing Hector's armor and sinking into his throat.

Hector's body trembled, and a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Blood dripped from the tip of the gun.

The spear cleaved Hector's throat like lightning, but miraculously failed to damage his trachea, leaving him only a faint breath that was barely enough to utter his last words.

This was not out of Achilles's compassion, but to deepen Hector's despair as he headed towards death.

Hector, lying amidst the sand and blood, stared helplessly at the arrogant Achilles with his weak eyes.

Blood gushed from his throat, like the candle of life gradually going out.

"You've won... No last words, give me the final blow."

Hector's voice was weak but firm.

Achilles narrowed his eyes, a cruel smile playing on his lips, as if he were enjoying the pleasure of revenge.

"Hector, you shameless dog! You murdered my lifelong friend, and today I will make you pay for this heinous crime. I will desecrate your corpse and feed your blood and flesh to wild dogs and birds, so that the world will know the fate of traitors!"

Hector's breath grew weaker and weaker, but he still used his last strength to plead: "Don't do that. Please hand over my body to my father and mother behind the city walls in exchange for a proper ransom! This is not for my sake, but for your own honor!"

Achilles, however, simply laughed loudly, mocking Hector with unrestrained sarcasm.

"Hahaha! The victor should bully the weak!"