I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

The wind blew through Edelweiss's long, silvery hair as Mingxian stood beside her.

"Sir, your method of changing fate is indeed convenient."

A little later, Luo Hao used his Divine Speed ​​Technique to instantly teleport to Mingxian's side.

Facing Achilles who was coming towards him, Luo Hao didn't even give him a glance, but only a slight ripple of magical power emanated from his body.

In an instant, the unparalleled golden power converged from the sky, as if condensing the essence of the sun, transforming into a dazzling finger pointing straight to the heavens, exuding an inviolable majesty.

This finger, like the wrath of a god in ancient legends, gently touched the earth, carrying an irresistible power.

Achilles, along with his unstoppable chariot, was like an ant facing the footsteps of a giant under the golden finger; all his struggles and attacks seemed so insignificant.

A flash of golden light, and everything returned to calm.

All that remained was the tranquility after the dust had settled, and the astonished gazes of the crowd.

After doing all this, Mingxian pointed to the large crater in the ground and asked, "Who was that person?"

Edelweiss: "..."

……

In the ancient city of Troy, sunlight filters through the clouds, casting dappled shadows that adorn the city with an air of solemnity and abundance.

Mingxian, Edelweiss, and Luohao were welcomed into the city by the Trojans with the highest level of courtesy.

On a sunny afternoon, the three strolled to the palace courtyard, where the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds, a stark contrast to the smoke of battle.

They had just enjoyed a lunch meticulously prepared by the royal kitchen.

The abundance of dishes was truly breathtaking.

The gentle warmth of boiled eggs, the rich flavor of goat cheese, the crispness of triangular bread, the aroma of roasted marinated duck, the sweetness of honey-soaked almonds, the refreshing coolness of watermelon, and the fragrance of pomegranate juice—each dish is an ultimate tantalizing experience for the taste buds, making one marvel at how refined the quality of life of the Trojans remained, even amidst war.

"Even though it's wartime and we're in the midst of a siege, there's surprisingly no food shortage."

Luo Hao frowned slightly, her tone revealing a hint of confusion.

She was no stranger to war.

Siege warfare.

Moreover, it was a siege that lasted for ten years.

Luo Hao couldn't help but think of Diaoyu City in the Southern Song Dynasty.

In her view, the city of Troy should be in a similar situation.

Mingxian smiled faintly and replied casually, "The historical Troy was a commercial city that served as a trading hub between land and sea. It was said to be very prosperous, so food should have been plentiful."

The two continued to stroll in the courtyard, surrounded by magnificent buildings, each brick and tile exuding an extraordinary aura.

"It seems even the mythical Troy was like this; this palace must have cost a fortune to build," Edelweiss remarked.

Mingxian nodded in agreement: "That's why the Greek coalition came all the way here to plunder. Well, there really is a Greek mythological 'reason for fighting'."

At this moment, the palace courtyard seemed like a forgotten paradise, a stark contrast to the raging war outside.

Luo Hao pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized and said, "So that's how it is. These Greeks are more like herdsmen than the armies of the Central Plains. Their purpose is to harass and plunder, not to occupy Troy's territory."

“To be precise, it’s pirates,” Mingxian said casually. “Since it’s a mythological world, the special environment of the Mediterranean is unavoidable, and the Mediterranean’s special products are pirate civilization and trading city-states.”

"In the history of the earth, the essence of the Trojan War was actually the decline of Troy, the old trading center, and the rise of Greece, the new Mediterranean trading hub."

"The Greeks ultimately lost to the Romans."

"Because the Greeks were actually a pirate people, while the Romans were an agricultural people."

Luo Hao said, "Like the rebel leader, he was used to wandering around instead of defending his territory, and the final result was the collapse of his great edifice."

Edelweiss asked in confusion, "Who is the rebel leader?"

Mingxian: "One of the rebel leaders in our country's history had serious bandit habits. From his debut to his death, he never properly defended a city. To put it simply, he didn't know how to manage territory."

Luo Hao added, "It's one thing if they don't know how to manage the territory, there can always be someone else to do it for them, but if they are unwilling to defend the city, they will lose the hearts of the people."

"Yes."

"According to the official, the Greeks rose to power by conquering Troy and eliminating their rivals by force, but they were ultimately defeated by the Romans, who were skilled at managing land, due to their banditry."

"Not entirely..."

After a moment of contemplation, Mingxian said slowly, "What I really want to say is that the history of humankind on Earth is determined by humankind itself. Even if some worlds are influenced by the God of Destiny, humankind still has a certain degree of autonomy."

"This is the agreement of [myth]."

"Humans create myths to grant gods immortality, but gods cannot excessively influence humanity."

"However, the humans in the [Divine Realm] cannot be considered human."

"They have no human destiny."

"Humans on Earth don't stay young at 170 years old; they can easily live to 500 or 600."

As he spoke, he pointed to a corner of the courtyard of the Trojan capital, where lovers were cuddling together. The man, in particular, was not only handsome, but more importantly, he had striking ears.

The Trojans' ears resembled those of elves.

Luo Hao nodded slightly, understandingly saying, "You mean, sir, in the [Divine Realm], apart from the necessary mythological elements, the fate of earthly people depends entirely on the thoughts of the gods."

Mingxian asked only one question, "How could the gods who support Troy possibly let this go so easily?"

In other words, regardless of victory or defeat, the gods will overturn the table.

Edelweiss seemed to be deep in thought. She was a person who upheld her own sense of justice, would help others, and would fight for justice.

In her opinion, the actions of the Olympian gods were a little excessive.

Interfering in human wars is one thing.

At least they still follow certain rules, only offering assistance to humans instead of directly engaging in a divine war.

but.

Regardless of which side loses, humanity will have to bear the wrath of the gods...

That's going too far.

As I was pondering, footsteps sounded.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the guest rooms are ready."

Cassandra stepped into the courtyard, her steps light and graceful. Her long, silvery hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze and emitting a soft glow, as if stars from the heavens had fallen to earth.

Her slender figure appeared exceptionally delicate in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a small flower swaying in the wind, evoking feelings of pity.

Cassandra was extremely beautiful, with snow-white skin and exquisite features, especially her deep blue eyes, which seemed to contain endless melancholy and tenderness, making people's hearts flutter.

It's also a kind of pitiful charm that emanates from the depths of her heart, making people want to protect her involuntarily.

She was the princess of Troy, and the sister of Hector, who had almost died.

“We have prepared three guest rooms for the three of you, and servants are at your service at all times.”

“I don’t need servants,” Edelweiss politely declined.

Mingxian didn't care; he was planning to go find Tony soon anyway.

Luo Hao said in a deep voice, "My husband and I are husband and wife, so naturally we should live together."

"Is that so? I'll go arrange it right away..."

Cassandra looked closely at Mingxian and Luohao and found that they both had black hair and black eyes, and their facial features were somewhat similar, so they were obviously from the same place.

In contrast, Edelweiss was of a completely different race.

In this "Divine Realm," there are significant differences in race between different city-states.

Kassandra, for example, is 149 years old, has pointed ears like an elf, and possesses the blood of a god, making her a true descendant of the gods.

They, the Trojan royal family, were all descendants of gods.

Mingxian fell into deep thought, her memories returning to before she went to the [Divine Realm].

Luo Hao's gentle yet firm voice seemed to transcend the shackles of time and space—declaring her unwavering commitment to fulfilling her duties as a wife.

"Um……"

Mingxian glanced sideways without making a sound, his gaze lightly sweeping over Luo Hao's face.

It was a breathtaking scene.

Her hair was styled in a high bun, with a silver plum blossom hairpin quietly embedded in it, like the most resilient and proud spirit in winter, revealing an indomitable spirit amidst her gentleness.

A few strands of her dark hair fell lightly across her forehead, adding to her natural, unadorned beauty, like dewdrops in the morning light, crystal clear and endearing.

Her eyes and brows exuded a gentle, ink-wash-like tenderness, her beauty possessing a transcendent charm. The faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of her lips was as warm as the early spring sunshine, enough to melt even the hardest ice and snow in the world.

Her hands were like newly blossoming tender shoots, fair and delicate, as if all the gentleness in the world was concentrated there, and her skin was as smooth as cream, radiating a faint glow.

Noticing Mingxian's affectionate gaze, Luo Hao blushed slightly. She coughed softly to conceal her inner turmoil, but she maintained a rare composure amidst her solemnity, without the slightest loss of composure.

"My lord, we must wait until at least tonight..."

Upon hearing this, Mingxian's lips unconsciously curled into a smile.

What was I planning to do just now?

Can not remember.

If you've forgotten it, it must be something unimportant!

Fate is sending me into battle!

For a god-slayer, what could be more important than "fighting"?

……

On the boundless sea.

The solitary island is quietly nestled amidst the azure waves.

The island is lush and green, with a gentle sea breeze carrying a hint of saltiness and freshness.

In this tranquil yet vibrant scene, Tony's figure stands out in particular.

Tony's short, golden hair, as radiant as the sun, seemed to have absorbed all the sunlight, shining brightly. He stood on the soft sand, the sea breeze occasionally ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.