I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

He raised his spear high, swaggering, and thrust it toward Hector, intending to deliver a fatal blow.

At that moment, the distance between the spear and Hector's throat was only a hair's breadth, as if the judgment of fate had already been handed down.

Clang!

A dazzling white line ripped through the sky, like the swiftest lightning in the heavens, striking Achilles' spear squarely.

With a sharp "crack," the spear was deflected by the sudden force, its tip whistling through the air and embedding itself in the soil beside Hector, narrowly missing the life of the Trojan warrior.

"who!?"

A sword blade, like a soaring wing, shone with a holy light and gently struck the spear, not only deflecting it from its original trajectory but also acting as a gentle touch between heaven and earth, preventing the impending bloodshed.

Immediately afterwards, a woman clad in flawless white armor, like a Valkyrie from mythology, silently descended upon the battlefield.

The movement was as light as a falling feather, landing silently without even the slightest ripple.

Edelweiss's face was stern and solemn.

Silently, the sword energy surged forth.

"Stop it."

Edelweiss's voice was clear and firm, like a mountain spring or the first snow of winter, carrying an undeniable power that made even the fanatical Achilles feel a chill in his heart. The anger that was about to tear the battlefield apart was slightly suppressed by this invisible force.

"A soldier should have the dignity and the right to die. Let this struggle come to an end at this moment."

Achilles immediately looked over, raising his spear and assuming a fighting stance.

What a nice view!

Such a beautiful woman, appearing on the battlefield.

Achilles paused for a moment, then said coldly, "You are also a Trojan warrior. Heh, perfect. Not only have you killed your enemy, but you can also obtain such spoils of war."

Edelweiss lowered his head, gave Hector a reassuring look, and then turned to Achilles.

“I belong neither to Troy nor to Greece. Only justice is the basis of my actions. To humiliate the body of the defeated is an insult to your name as a hero. If you are willing to return his body, Troy will naturally give you a generous ransom. Otherwise, if you insist on going your own way, for this time only, I will stand with Troy on the side of justice.”

"Justice, justice! You're out of your mind!"

Achilles impatiently swung his spear, which was like a club, and swung it around with both hands, spinning like the wind.

The movements were as fluid as a dancer's, each swing carrying an aura of death.

Edelweiss leaped backward with the speed of a feather, landing lightly beside the blade he had thrown earlier. His figure cast a long shadow in the sunlight, as if death itself were chasing its prey.

Achilles leaped forward, his spear performing a pole vault, and in an instant, he was above Edelweiss.

Edelweiss immediately picked up the silver blade and charged at Achilles with the two swords in a cross shape.

"Don't underestimate my strong feet!" Achilles' feet swirled with a powerful gust of wind, and with a sudden jolt, the air rippled, and he used the momentum to dodge Edelweiss's cross slash.

As soon as he landed, Achilles was like a dragon soaring into the sky. His waist suddenly stretched out, his spine trembled violently, and his right leg quickly retreated, stepping into the air like a swallow, light and powerful. His right arm was bent back, close to his body, in an arc like a full moon bow, ready to pounce.

With the spear in hand, it was like a dragon spitting its tongue.

Achilles swung his spear suddenly, the tip slicing through the air with a sharp, piercing whistle.

call out!

The spear shot out like a dragon, piercing the sky and leaving a dazzling golden trail, like a shooting star streaking across the heavens, brilliant yet fleeting.

Edelweiss didn't even glance at it. As his twin blades spun, a sudden gust of wind arose, forming a violent airflow that swept around, as if it would devour all the air in the world. A hurricane swept forward, shattering the dazzling golden light, which vanished instantly like dust in a storm.

Bang bang bang!

The sharp blade struck Achilles, causing him a sharp, cold pain that felt as if it could sever his soul.

However, he was completely unharmed.

The radiance of immortality shone upon him, perfectly embodying the myth of invulnerability.

His skin was as hard as steel; no weapon could penetrate his defenses, leaving only insignificant marks.

After Achilles was born, his mother Thetis held his ankles and dipped him into the River Styx.

Therefore, Achilles was invulnerable to weapons except for his ankle, which was a fatal weakness.

“Divinity flows out.” Edelweiss released his divinity, channeling divine power into the “Rite of the Covenant” in his hand, bringing the coercive causal interference of the contract to its maximum.

Invulnerable?

That'll make you faint from the pain!

Achilles read those words from Edelweiss's cold eyes.

"What a rude woman. I had imagined she would be a delicate young girl..."

Achilles on the battlefield was like an antelope being chased by a cheetah, dodging and weaving with agility and frantic movements.

Every time I turn around.

Every jump.

They were all dodging Edelweiss's sword energy, their eyes fixed on the direction of the chariot.

Edelweiss's sword flashed like a viper's tongue, striking Achilles with precision and lethality time and time again.

The sword light was cold and cruel, tearing through the air and sending chills down the spines of everyone present.

But Achilles, with his exceptional agility and reflexes, narrowly escaped the deadly attacks time and time again.

The Greek legions, witnessing this scene from afar, were all parched.

What's going on with this woman?

It's astonishing that even a great hero like Achilles could be forced to flee in such a sorry state.

"Brother."

Amidst the chaos, a white-haired girl quietly ran to Hector's side, took out a healing potion and poured it into Hector's mouth, while also pressing her hand against the wound on Hector's throat to stop the bleeding.

“Cassandra…”

Hector's voice was barely audible, and his gaze gradually settled on Achilles, who had jumped onto the chariot.

"Xanshenthos and Balius, move quickly!"

The two spirited horses immediately pulled Achilles along, like two bolts of lightning streaking across the sky, instantly leaving Edelweiss behind.

These two spirit horses are the children of the wind spirits. They are incredibly fast, as if they can chase the clouds in the sky and even leave their own shadows behind.

Edelweiss's twin blades traced silver arcs in the air, but ultimately missed, leaving him only able to watch helplessly as the two spirit horses and Achilles gradually disappeared from sight.

Just then, the chariots, like giant ships in a raging storm, rushed around Edelweiss.

The chariot wheels spun rapidly, emitting a deafening roar, as if they were about to tear the earth apart.

call out!call out!call out!

Arrows pierced the air like shooting stars across the night sky, hurtling towards Edelweiss.

The arrows, accompanied by a whistling sound, sliced ​​through the air, leaving trails of silver.

Fast or slow, high or low.

"Haha, without your tank, you'll just get pricked like a hedgehog!"

Edelweiss gently raised his twin blades, his posture elegant and composed, like a swan on a lake slowly spreading its wings.

Her slender waist swayed, each movement revealing an indescribable rhythm and beauty, as if she were dancing with an invisible melody.

The twin blades danced and spun in her hands, weaving together a dazzling array of trajectories, as if she were performing a magnificent spiral dance.

The rain of arrows, shooting in from all directions like dark clouds pressing down, dense and fierce, appeared powerless and fragile in the face of this dance.

Edelweiss's twin blades seemed to possess a life of their own, precisely capturing every flying arrow and striking them down one by one; not even the slightest sound of wind could escape the control of these twin blades.

The rain of arrows clashed with the double-edged sword, yet no sound was made.

All the power was controlled to the limit, with no overflow.

Only this silent sword dance.

"------"

The entire battlefield fell silent.

The Greek warriors stared in disbelief at Edelweiss, who danced silently amidst the rain of arrows, and murmured, "Athena, have you gone to Troy?"

They couldn't help but think that way.

"Excellent technique, indeed ingenious, but unfortunately, I possess celestial weaponry, sufficient to withstand any attack!"

Achilles remained unfazed, raising his round shield high in front of him like an indestructible monument, his eyes revealing an unwavering determination.

A silvery-white light instantly enveloped the chariot, like the first rays of dawn, illuminating every corner of the battlefield.

"O Muse of Poetry, sing praises to our weapons!"

Achilles' voice resounded through the heavens, carrying an inviolable majesty.

"This armor and shield were meticulously crafted for me by Hephaestus, the god of blacksmithing, at the behest of my mother Thetis!"

The shield was forged from five overlapping bronze plates, as solid as a rock and as stable as Mount Tai.

The breastplate shone like a burning flame, the armor was decorated with gold, and the silver greaves were made of tin, gleaming with a cold light.

These are all masterpieces of Hephaestus, the god of blacksmithing.

dong dong!

The wheels rolled over the ground with a deafening roar, crushing Edelweiss as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking.

The light was like a blessing from the gods, making Achilles' armor shine brightly.

On the battlefield, he was like a walking god, inviolable and unshakeable.

"Come on!" Achilles shouted, "Let me see if your sword can shake my celestial weapons!"

Edelweiss's white robes billowed in the wind as she narrowed her eyes and sent a request to her spirit dress to "mobilize troops." If all went well, the zither should respond.

When faced with the weapons of the gods, one should naturally retaliate with the same divine weapons!

"No need, I'm already here."

Unexpectedly, this time no troops were transferred to Edelweiss's side; instead, a gust of wind blew up.