Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Penthesilea seemed to understand why her sister Hippolyte was so obsessed with heroes, only to be deceived and suffer that ominous fate.

However, she doesn't like the wild or strong types.

It wasn't until she saw that bewitching face that she realized that, despite being a warrior, she was still a woman.

I blush when I see a handsome guy...

It is regrettable that such a beautiful person, as lovely as a painting, should die on the battlefield because of the disadvantages of weapons and armor.

certainly--

Pentesilla has no intention of easing restrictions on this matter.

Rather, as a demigod who stepped onto this battlefield burdened with the hatred of her sister Hippolyta, she considered any hero on the Greek side as her enemy.

Heroes, especially those associated with Hercules, should die by her own hand.

She wasn't the kind of hero who would be unable to move forward because of beauty.

At most, it would be like the original myth where Achilles killed him, and only after his helmet was blown off did he realize that she was a beautiful woman and sighed with regret.

She will most likely utter a few words of reflection after killing Ye.

It's such a pity that such a beautiful person died on the battlefield, by her own hand.

As the Amazonian kingdom is inhabited by women, they can only find men outside themselves. If they see someone they like, they knock them unconscious and bring them back. It might not be so easy to meet the requirements of the queens of the past.

Honestly, I hope the Greeks will be smart and let Griffith appear last.

That way, he might not have to die by his own hand, such as by Hector's spear—

To die at the hands of Troy's strongest warrior, while still retaining considerable dignity and honor, is perhaps the best ending for him.

'Those slender arms and legs, and skin so delicate and beautiful it's almost exaggerated compared to a pretty girl's, is that really what someone would do in a fight?' Because he was often judged by his appearance, and even wore full-body armor for that reason, Pentessilia inevitably ended up doing the thing he hated most.

Judging people by their appearance!

And at this time——

In the heavens, Apollo's questions echoed.

The gods also remembered that the enemy's hero's name came from musicians, not from any proper combat unit.

They almost forgot that it was his grandfather Kratos, not this Griffith, who slew the dragon.

But since Zeus, the king of the gods, had already spoken, there was no way he would retract his decree.

The gods instantly understood—

This is to ask for benefits on behalf of that hero.

At this moment, Athena spoke up: "In that case, I have a suggestion. Why don't we let Griffith wear the armor of Achilles?"

Should Griffith be made to fight wearing Achilles' armor?

Achilles' armor is indeed a rare find, a top-tier suit of armor that even heroes covet.

But his suit wasn't something anyone could wear.

Even when wearing such top-tier armor, weak warriors would find it difficult to unleash their full fighting potential. This was true for his former friend A, Patcros, and now it was also true for the scapegoat, Palamedes, who was beaten half to death.

Does Athena believe the opponent can fight wearing such top-tier armor?

Zeus: "That is indeed a good idea..."

Athena: "Then let Hermes make the trip and ask him to find Achilles and bring his spear as well. Armor and shield alone, without weapons... cannot help the warriors achieve victory."

Zeus: "Hermes, go and make the trip."

Hermes nodded. Well, another errand boy. He was used to this.

Finding Achilles is relatively easy, provided he doesn't deliberately hide himself.

Hermes used his powers to spy and explore for a while, and then went to the seaside.

When he learned from the god Hermes that he needed to borrow his weapon—

On the shore, Achilles instinctively felt a sense of rejection.

And when they heard who it was that they were to wear their armor and weapons.

Achilles: "Say it again, who will represent Greece in the war?"

Hermes: "It is Griffith—the descendant of the dragon-slaying hero, the descendant of Kratos, the hero Griffith."

Achilles: "…………"

"Alright, then take the weapons. Since you're fighting for Greece."

Hermes was stunned. You didn't say that before. You had such a smug look on your face, you were practically venting your anger on me.

Although it's unclear why Achilles suddenly changed his mind, it's fine as long as the other party agrees.

After all, the sea nymphs were his mother, and Zeus was his grandfather.

Hermes didn't want to get into a pointless argument with this demigod unless it was necessary.

When Hermes left with Achilles' spear, a weapon that would be difficult for mortals to wield was naturally no obstacle for the god Hermes.

Achilles watched the departing god, a hint of mockery and strangeness flashing in his eyes.

ha?

They actually chose a Trojan to represent Greece in the battle.

Although I don't know what's wrong with that guy.

but--

Recalling the Meteor Martial Arts that had once defeated him and replicated his signature move, Achilles was somewhat looking forward to seeing what expressions the heroes and gods would have when his signature move reappeared on the battlefield.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Hermes quickly flew back, bringing Achilles' spear.

Upon seeing that familiar equipment, the heroes from both Greece and Troy turned their gazes toward it, their eyes filled with longing and fervor.

At this moment, Palamedes, who had just woken up after being seriously injured, learned that Night would take his place in the battle. He temporarily asked the gods to suppress their intention to punish him, which moved Palamedes deeply.

He wanted to thank the night properly, but after seeing the gods bring Achilles' spear to the night...

Palamedes couldn't help but say, "Achilles' spear is powerful, but it is not something that ordinary heroes can lift. Patroclus once said so. I tried it myself afterward, not believing it, and sure enough, I couldn't lift the weapon at all."

King Agamemnon! Go quickly and tell him to choose a different weapon!

Not wanting Night to embarrass himself in front of so many heroes, Palamedes quickly spoke to Odysseus and King Agamemnon, who were beside him after he woke up.

Chapter 91 With double the divine gear in hand, at this moment—there is nothing to fear!

Palamedes' voice was not loud—

He was grateful that the night fought in his place, sparing him the wrath of the gods and calming the anger of the king of gods, thus preventing him, the imposter, from suffering an immediate and tragic fate and giving him room to maneuver.

In addition, the small details when he saw him off before nightfall made him quite fond of him.

This made Palamedes very anxious, as he could not bear to see Night suffer the same fate as himself.

He felt that the artifact might actually be sentient and difficult to control.

It's already absurd enough that your armor suddenly collapses, but to want to fight while wearing such terrible armor and wielding weapons you can't even lift is practically suicide.

Although he tried to suppress his voice, it was still heard by the gods in the heavens.

With God's powerful five senses, how could he not perceive the commotion caused by Palamedes?

A flicker of hesitation crossed the face of Zeus, the king of the gods.

He knew that Achilles' armor was forged by his son Hephaestus, the god of fire.

Mortal heroes would never be able to wield that divine weapon.

Only powerful heroes at least at the demigod level, with divine blood flowing through their veins, are qualified to wield it.

I almost forgot about this...

But Zeus suddenly saw his daughter Athena's still calm face, her eyes quietly looking in the direction of the hero on earth. She seemed calm as still water, but there seemed to be a hint of anticipation for what was to come.

Was she hoping that the hero could wield Achilles' weapon?

Zeus thought his idea was utterly absurd.

But his behavior as the daughter of the goddess of wisdom made him wonder if Griffith could really wield that weapon.

Bang! As Hermes hurled his weapon from the heavens and it fell to the ground, he told Night that he had brought it to her.

...Under the watchful eyes of everyone, all were waiting for Ye to draw his weapon.

If one cannot even pull out a spear stuck in the mud, that would certainly be a very shameful thing.

If Night, the hero of the Greek side, were to fail, it would be a significant blow to the morale of the Greek army.

King Agamemnon and Odysseus, on the other side, were both startled after hearing Palamedes' words.

However, before they could stop the night...

Now, with the help of the Greek heroes, Ye has retrieved the exquisite armor that was scattered on the battlefield and is wearing it again.

His muscular physique, which appeared slender when clothed but muscular when undressed and completely hidden beneath his long robe and cloak, instantly made him look incredibly imposing and dashing in his armor.

The crimson red, like a horse's mane, fluttered behind the helmet.

The moment the armor was put on neatly.

Everyone noticed the change in Ye's demeanor.

The allure of the demon was concealed, the armor of a warrior was donned, and finally, the true nature of the hero within, the brilliance of his strong physique, began to emerge.

It resembled Achilles even more than Achilles, and even carried a hint of dragon-like oppressiveness in its aura; a monster that seemed to surpass it all had appeared.

Like a war god standing tall on the earth, his appearance made even Ares, the war god in the sky, unable to resist taking a peek.

'He really does look like a powerful warrior!'

'Just based on this aura alone, this child is no ordinary person!' The gods were immediately filled with surprise, realizing that they had misjudged him.

Are they descendants of the hero who slayed the dragon?

Considering the wild and powerful warrior blood flowing through their veins, the scene before them might not seem so strange.