Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Boom~! ! !

As soon as the two sides clashed, they thrust their weapons at each other, completely abandoning defense and ignoring the warnings of their body's fighting instincts.

This blow will break my ribs!

But it doesn't matter; the other party will only suffer a more severe blow.

Although there was a sense of crisis, it wasn't a fatal one. Further assessment suggested it wasn't an instant-kill attack, meaning it wouldn't kill upon contact. Night was too lazy to dodge anymore.

The divine spear was wreathed in crimson magic. Since the magic could harm the undead Carthaginian soldiers, there was no reason why it couldn't harm this undead princess.

Pfft!

The two parties made a piercing through each other as a greeting.

Neither of them uttered a word, but stared at each other with murderous intent. Then, they suddenly drew their weapons and continued to slash and stab at each other.

Bang, bang, splat!

The weapons created afterimages in the void and collided continuously. Most of them were canceled out by the weapons, but many also landed on the other side.

Helena: '—He's caught up with my power?!'

Chapter 135: Contempt from the Top of the Food Chain, Question: What is the Strongest?!

The ultimate in violent aesthetics; anyone who sees the two fighting at this moment will find their minds unable to hold any other images.

That's the most primitive form of human fighting—

Every strike inevitably draws blood. Just witnessing the copious amount of blood splattered and the power of the impact makes one have no doubt that it is the embodiment of power and destruction!

A single blow could cause death to an ordinary person with its blood loss and destructive power, but at this moment, the two were simply fighting frantically, roaring and refusing to give an inch...

Theoretically speaking, Helena, with the strength of a dragon, should have the upper hand in the fight.

A single, casual blow nearly dislocated Ye's arms.

In a direct confrontation, Night has no advantage whatsoever!

But what excited Helena immensely was that her opponent had managed to hold out until now in a primal contest of strength.

Is it because the other person's body is stronger?

Do not--!

Did the opponent's power grow to a level comparable to one's own in a short period of time?

Whatever the reason, for such a miracle to occur in battle, which is equivalent to 'evolution,' ahh—it's simply exciting and exhilarating to the point of climax!

She once again sincerely thanked the gods in heaven for bestowing upon her such a special Aeneas.

even--

Even Aeneas, the original Trojan prince and hero of the Greek era, could never have had a fighting style that suited his taste so well.

An opponent who moved her!

finally--

Helena's keen combat instincts alerted her to something.

Bang~! ! !

After yet another clash of weapons between the two sides.

Helena suddenly dodged aside—

No, she didn't retreat on her own initiative; rather, she was pushed back by a clever force.

But once you retreat, you retreat. It's like losing a head-on confrontation when you have the advantage—it's shameful, like your whole being has been defiled.

Even though the opponent abandoned their speed advantage and used their weaker strength to collide with their own powerful strength, they actually—retreated?!

Helena stared intently at the night, then suddenly revealed an angelic smile, sticking out her little tongue to lick the blood from the night that had just stained the corner of her mouth.

"It's speed!! Not just running speed, but the speed at which you swing your weapon has also increased to more than twice the normal speed. By repeatedly striking the same spot, you dissipate the force—thereby compensating for your disadvantage of being weaker than me."

very good--

I was overjoyed!! The scene of the heroes of the Age of Gods defeating the strong with the weak unfolded before my eyes, and I finally knew what that scene was like.

but--

No, big brother.

I don't accept this kind of fighting that's no longer pure.

I'm glad you managed to turn the tide and fight me in this way.

But alas—!

Boom! The next moment, an astonishing dark red magic power began to rise, forming a phantom image on Helena's body, which was a crimson dragon head resembling a Dharma image.

Roar! The dragon roared and howled.

Night witnessed the true form of the dragon, a creature brimming with primal savagery and domineering power.

Such amazing changes can be caused simply by releasing magic.

……——!

This joke has gone way too far.

Despite being a Rome in its final days, devoid of gods, it encountered a formidable foe that most heroes could not face.

In Greece, perhaps only Hercules, or Heracles, could confidently claim to have subdued a dragon and accomplished the feat of slaying it.

In the Nordic region, only the Siegfried family from the Nibelungen Trilogy has a clear record of slaying a dragon.

This is not one of those earth dragons, but a pseudo-dragon species that only inherited a small portion of the bloodline of a pure-blooded dragon.

Even if the other party is just a 'female dragon', even if the other party is just a necromancer princess, she doesn't even have the most pure and powerful reliance of a dragon, a physical body.

But this astonishing power even made Ye think he was facing a god.

Helena walked slowly forward, the astonishing phantom of her dragon head drawing ever closer. She let out a sweet, bell-like laugh, covering her mouth with her fingers, yet uttered incredibly cruel words: "We are dragons. Born the strongest creatures, and sooner or later, when we reach our limit, we will be able to devour even the gods. Fearless dragons!"

As the strong, our greatest weapon is our irresistible power. When we, as the strong, are forced to use techniques against the weak, we have lost completely.

Therefore—I will not unleash my full power in the battle against you.

So-called combat skills are created by the weak to fight against the strong.

Even the gods—

They dared not confront the dragon head-on in a pure contest of strength.

Helena had some things left unsaid—

But at this moment, Ye was deeply moved, and he had completely understood the other person's feelings.

That was a kind of contempt—

As the natural apex predator in the food chain, the strongest creature shows indiscriminate contempt for all other living beings.

The arrogance of a dragon—!

As the strongest, they shouldn't have the right to play tricks.

No matter what kind of enemy it is, one strike is enough to take them down.

Dragons don't need to train in so many fancy techniques; they can simply train their physical bodies to the extreme and unleash their inherent power, and that will make them invincible!

When Helena, with her petite figure, uttered such a domineering statement.

At this moment, the other party in the night vision finally changed—

He saw beneath that beautiful exterior a colossal, seemingly ferocious and powerful beast—a symbol of strength and dominance.

The figure before my eyes gradually transformed into a giant dragon.

Its scales were crimson, its eyes burned with fiery red light, and its cold pupils watched its prey with a mocking gaze. The large amounts of high-purity ether it breathed in and out of its mouth and nose materialized into sparks.

Is this really a monster that can be created simply by ley lines?

This is even after Carthage had already fallen.

If Carthage were at its peak, with its territory no less than that of Rome, how strong would the other side be in terms of power and prestige?

Night trembled all over, yet her blood was boiling with a mixture of fear and excitement—

Fear stems from bodily instinct, but the desire to fight allows his body to still move.

Once the illusions vanished, the girl's appearance returned to normal before Ye's eyes.

The other person's posture remained unchanged, but in the night vision, Helena just now seemed to have truly transformed into a demonic dragon.

The Queen who rules the skies—! The Great Red Dragon!

His mere aura created an illusion in him—a powerful, terrifyingly powerful aura!

Night suddenly noticed the crimson flames burning in the corner of the girl's eyes, realizing that everything she had just seen was not an illusion.

Burning red eyes?!

This immediately reminded Ye of his Blue Flame Mode.

My brain is racing at this moment; could there be some connection between these things?!

Chapter 136 The Vengeful Mother, the Martial Arts of the First Aeneas?

Blue Flame Mode is very special—

Once activated, Night's combat power increases exponentially, and all human limitations are completely removed, allowing her to unleash her power freely without loneliness.

100%, 200%, up to 1000%!

Human physiological limitations are themselves a very complex system.

The limits of muscle load; various human responses to external stimuli, such as stress, pain, and fear.

These reactions are the body's own protective mechanisms and cannot be completely controlled.

However, once the body's self-imposed constraints are overcome, and without regard for physical damage, one can unleash power far exceeding one's original strength.

Just like the fifty-year-old woman who lifted a car with her bare hands to save a child.

The potential within the human body far exceeds one's imagination...