Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

The Blue Flame form is very similar to a state of complete release of physical limitations, entering a burst state.

But this feeling of stepping into a new realm was something Ye had never seen in heroes like Achilles or Hector.

Even the most outstanding heroes of Greece relied on their divine weapons and powerful bodies in battle, so why do I have this additional posture compared to Hector and the others?

If we're talking about sheer power in terms of bloodline, it's something even Achilles, with his demigod bloodline, didn't possess.

He only inherited the other's talent template, not divine blood. Is he really more noble than Achilles in terms of bloodline?

If they didn't hide the file, then they really don't know how.

Suddenly—

Helena used her scythe to hook something from inside the temple and throw it into the night.

“Then—!” the girl called out sweetly, this time without any murderous intent in her voice.

There was no danger in the night, so he reached out and grabbed the thing.

It was a creature as beautiful as a gemstone, emitting a faint pink—well, magenta. However, before Ye could examine it closely, the gemstone merged into Ye's body.

"This is my vengeful mother, the Queen of Carthage. Because she missed the first Aeneas so much, she stored all her memories of him in her soul crystal."

Even as an observer, one can still learn something from Aeneas's skills, right?

As for the superfluous, boring, and resentful memories, just skip them and try to ignore them; reading too much of them will give you a sty.

Aeneas, like you, is a hero skilled in using two weapons.

It's better than nothing—

But this thing can make you stronger! Hopefully, it will keep you going for longer.

Then--"

The girl revealed a bloodthirsty smile: "Here I come! Big brother! Don't blink, or you'll die instantly, don't blame me."

The next moment, boom! !

The girl swung her two small scythes at once.

It was said that they wanted to make Ye stronger so that she could enjoy fighting more.

But Helena's eagerness to fight, her inability to suppress her desire, meant she didn't even want to do any foreplay and went straight to the crucial part...

Being in such a hurry will get you cursed out.

Fortunately-

Night's talent was immense. He fought Helena once again, and at the same time, many fragments appeared in his mind. Unconsciously, his mind entered a state of absolute calm.

At this moment, the night brain was multitasking, beginning to rummage through those memories.

It throws out a lot of useless information about the love and hate of the hero Aeneas, and finally focuses on the scenes of Aeneas fighting and practicing his martial arts.

The entire story is told from the perspective of the Queen of Carthage.

Being love-struck is really a bad thing...

Although it was only from a second-person perspective, Ye quickly realized that Aeneas's fighting stance in the scene looked somewhat familiar.

That night, I subconsciously wanted to assimilate and digest it, but the outside world—

Wielding two guns, he deftly deflected Helena's scythe attack with even greater skill. Then, with a single gun spinning, he used a slight force to cause Helena, who was charging like a dragon, to show a look of astonishment on her face. Her entire body then suddenly spun and rolled to one side.

At the same time, Night's Order shot flew out and pierced Helena's trembling little white rabbit in mid-air.

Pfft!

Cool to the bone!

A large amount of blood splattered, cough cough!

Helena suddenly retreated, having been hit by the magical attack, and was truly severely injured.

Even with a spear piercing her heart, Helena acted as if nothing had happened, despite the spear protruding from her chest.

Armed with such a brutal weapon, without even drawing it, and feeling the searing, piercing pain, Helena asked in bewilderment, "How did you do that?"

Night: "What did you ask?"

Helena: "That technique just now!!! I saw it in my mother's memories; it's an ability that Aeneas was good at using."

Although I gave you fragments of memories, how could you possibly master them so quickly!

Night: "Ah, you mean this? It's probably because you've learned similar techniques."

A slight smile appeared on Ye's lips at this moment.

He didn't know whether to say the other person was lucky or unlucky.

If we only consider her desire to become stronger, then she really gave herself a huge boost.

Aeneas-Lista;

What? Besides the Julius family, they actually had a backup plan here.

No wonder it is said that the descendants of the Julius family, a family of gods, have not even inherited a decent heroic skill.

It wasn't until the moment Ye witnessed Aeneas practicing his combat techniques that he suddenly realized—

The sight of him wielding weapons was incredibly similar to the skills he had learned from the Lister family's legacy.

It can be said to be an advanced version of that skill.

'Karl—it seems you're right about one thing this time.'

Your family must have had some heroes in the past.

Can we overcome the storm and loneliness?

The story of a man who crossed the storms of the Mediterranean, abandoned his homeland to travel far away, and, for a mission from the gods, endured countless hardships to establish Rome in a distant land.

So, this name has this kind of interpretation?

Having come to understand the coincidences and causes behind everything, he realized that he and Troy truly had an inexplicable and tangled connection.

At this moment, it feels like a serendipitous encounter that transcends time and space.

The power obtained from the last survivors of Troy, the power called 'Rome' from the future.

This power will one day return to that ancient battlefield!

It truly is destiny.

With no time to think about anything else, Ye was completely focused on the petite blonde girl in front of him.

The battle is not over yet!

The battle between dragons has only just begun!

"Beautiful! Well then, I'll get serious too, big brother!" Helena's lips curled up, and her slender, fair hand suddenly gripped the spear at her chest and pushed it out forcefully!

*Pfft!* A large amount of blood splattered out, but Helena's aura was not weak at this moment; on the contrary, it was even more dangerous.

“Ah~——” Suddenly, as if the neighbor’s mother was singing softly, an ancient voice suddenly rang out from Helena’s beautiful voice.

Then--

it's dark!

Chapter 137 Wild Instinct! The battle is about to intensify!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

On the horizon, a dark purple glow obscured the stars of another world.

Then countless purple arrows rained down—that was dragon's breath!

It is an instinct inherent to dragons, a natural mastery of powerful magic.

Like a barrage of arrows, a rain of light fell continuously, piercing through the entire temple.

Countless buildings collapsed one after another, and the world temple of the dead was destroyed in an instant.

Helena was completely unconcerned about the fact that her home, where she had lived for hundreds of years, had been destroyed.

Her golden hair flowed freely, and she radiated a divine glow, standing in the void—her small mouth constantly singing.

Destroy everything!

Die! End it all!

The girl's face was beaming with a bright smile, as if she were celebrating the joy of the world's birth.

Rumble...!

When the massive dust settled, the entire underground world fell silent.

With such an area-of-effect attack, Helena was certain that the man had nowhere to land or escape.

When the whole world is covered with mountains built of purple crystals.

Seeing this, Helena's eyes showed no joy of victory, but rather an overwhelming loneliness. Her madness began to dissipate, and she became calm, suddenly feeling a sense of emptiness.

Has the battle, which we have been eagerly anticipating for hundreds of years, come to an end just like that?

Just because he was too excited and couldn't help himself, he used his innate magic to turn his beloved Aeneas to ashes.

"You're still too weak, big brother."

This level of strength is far from enough to satisfy Helena's appetite.

You will die simply because you are not strong enough.

but--

"What a pity, it's so rare for a living person to come to this world of the dead." Only the hero Aeneas could reach this place; no other living person could come from the mortal world to this underworld beneath Rome unharmed.

But just now, Helena killed the only living being that could speak.

I'm all alone again!

And no one could ever fight with her as fiercely and joyfully as they had just done.

Perhaps it's time to fall into slumber and wait for the next lucky one to arrive in this world, who knows how many years from now.

However, just when Helena was extremely disappointed...