Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

As the sound of armor clashing rang out, that imposing figure reappeared on the battlefield.

The atmosphere immediately became quiet.

Odysseus coughed twice, as if he wanted to say something...

But then he heard Ye say in a cold voice, "Your internal organs have been shattered by the blunt force just now."

Even if your hero's powerful vitality prevents you from collapsing like an ordinary person, you can forget about continuing to fight in this state.

If you don't want to end up like the King of Sparta, you'd better leave now!

In this battle, I, on behalf of Odysseus, surrender to Troy.

Let's begin the third battle.

Queen of the Amazons—!

Compared to prey that's already badly injured, continuing to easily defeat weaker opponents is starting to get boring, isn't it?

Although I don't understand what "abusing noobs" means.

But Odysseus, who inexplicably sensed a malice, seemed to understand something.

He's probably saying he's useless.

Odysseus was not angry; in fact, he was glad that Night had stepped forward in time.

He had just covered his mouth to hide the blood and bits of flesh he coughed up.

In fact, his body was already nearing its limit...

He kept fighting, but it was just because he was concerned about saving face.

Unexpectedly, his boast was exposed, and he still made such a humiliating exit. But Odysseus, who was even more afraid of being captured by the enemy like the King of Sparta, quickly mounted his horse and returned to the Greek army.

Compared to dignity, life is indeed more important.

With such brute strength, could the Amazon queen's armor conceal a shrunken, ugly Titan?

Odysseus, fleeing in utter disarray, still harbored malicious speculations stemming from his intense fear and anger towards Pentessilia.

Meanwhile, Penthesilea didn't even glance at the departing Odysseus; instead, her gaze was fixed on the night. She said nothing.

He simply raised his weapon and issued a challenge.

Pentesilla was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would soften her heart and let this beautiful and handsome man go.

At this moment, she even felt an impulse—

Embrace your opponent with weapons; if the opponent is a bird, break its wings and make it submit at your feet.

At this moment, the night felt a sense of familiarity.

It was as if that day carried the destiny of Adonis.

The scene before me seemed strangely familiar.

If he knew what the Amazonian queen was thinking at that moment, he would surely be astonished.

Just like in the myth, there's a version of the story of Penthesilea falling in love with Achilles.

He had such thoughts when he saw Achilles' heroic figure on the battlefield.

'My ladies, I will wield this weapon, and embrace him with the gentlest touch (for I can only embrace him with a weapon!), drawing him into my arms without pain. Spring flowers, do not let him stumble and fall; catch him, prevent his limbs from being injured. I would rather my heart bleed than his. I will pluck him as if hunting a brightly colored bird from the sky, or I will not rest until he is captured.'

This time, Penthesilea did not encounter Achilles, but instead met someone wearing the same armor, whose figure was even more dazzling.

But beauty alone was not enough to attract this queen.

At this moment, she bent over to the height of her mount's mane, thirstily swallowing the air that blocked her way!

Then they suddenly launched a night attack.

Just as the epic describes—her helmet plume seemed to sense fear, and it dragged her head down from behind.

This is a woman who fights with unparalleled fervor; her fighting style is always decisive, simple, and brutal.

Fearless and passionate—even somewhat self-contradictory.

The more you love something, the more you move forward with a sense of destruction.

As it struck, Ye recalled those words that described Pentessilia.

Even if all of hell were to crush you, you must remain a giant, never fall! Be like a stone archway: it stands firm because every single stone within it is about to crumble! Proudly raise your dome-like head, and shout to the lightning of the gods, "Come!"

Even if you are shattered from head to toe, as long as there is still a breath in your young chest to hold the stone and mortar together, do not waver in the slightest.

Faced with such fearless warriors whose spirits had become somewhat abnormal—

She even said herself that compared to other girls who say they love you and wish they could devour you like food, while other girls just talk the talk, she really dares to do it.

After accidentally killing the person he liked.

She became completely obsessive and possessive, saying things like, "Compared to the ambiguous wet kisses of other women, do you prefer my bloody kisses?"

This is a warrior who will never be defeated by despair, or rather—the more desperate he is, the more mentally unstable he becomes, and the more unstable he becomes, the more dangerous and powerful he becomes.

Perhaps it's a common ailment in the God of War's family; that fanatical pursuit of war is ingrained in their instincts and bones, ultimately manifesting as an abnormal mental state.

To defeat this power, we must completely suppress it before it erupts, giving it no chance to do so.

They crushed it with overwhelming, brutal power.

In the blink of an eye, Ye, having figured out what to do next, also stepped forward.

Finally—the battle that gods and heroes alike have been waiting for most, the night has finally arrived!

Chapter Ninety-Six: Unparalleled Martial Arts, Gods: Are you talking about this musician?

The third battle came so quickly and so abruptly.

However, during this process, everyone held their breath and no one disturbed them.

It even implicitly accepted that Odysseus was rescued but left the scene midway.

This is clearly not in accordance with regulations.

Iris, the goddess of the rainbow, frowned, but before she could say anything, Hermes relayed Zeus's command: there was no need to concern herself with the matter.

Although we still want Troy to win.

but now--

The gods were more interested in the battles of the night.

'Are you interested in that hero Griffith?' The Rainbow Goddess replied that she was actually quite interested as well.

After all, with that stunningly beautiful face, it doesn't matter if Ye's combat performance is unsatisfactory later on.

She was attracted to his looks.

Even if it's an embroidered pillow or a vase that looks nice but is useless, it's still the most valuable and beautiful one for collection.

However, can a person truly be equally outstanding in both appearance and talent?

In that case, how much should the world pamper this mortal?

Even the gods would be jealous!

Although Ye had previously donned Achilles' armor and even wielded weapons to prove his strength and formidable presence, his aura was truly astonishing.

Before witnessing their battle firsthand, everyone still harbored a question.

until--

Boom~! ! !

When the tyrannical, unreasonable, violent, and evil power inherited from Ares, the god of war, attacked the night.

The response to this force was an even more terrifying roar that rebounded suddenly after being suppressed for only a second.

Atmospheric turbulence—!

A tremendous dragon roar resounded through the sky. Ye, whose blood was boiling the moment they clashed, immediately activated his Blue Flame Mode and unleashed the power of the dragon.

Light--!

A sudden burst of light erupted from the vacuum between the two men's weapons, followed by the formation of massive, tangible flames that enveloped their respective bodies.

Crack! In a split second, the demigod's power was actually suppressed back.

At this moment, Ye looked down at the petite female warrior from his high vantage point.

What kind of chemistry will occur when a berserker character meets another berserker character?

The heroes and gods soon met.

There was no probing; it started with a full-on, visually stunning clash.

The battle quickly reached a fever pitch.

Bang! With one hand, he suddenly pressed down, then quickly drew his sword from his waist and slashed it fiercely at Pentessilia's weapon. Then, with his other hand, he controlled the spear and thrust it forward, creating countless afterimages.

"He actually gripped the divine spear with one hand—!! And he even unleashed such a rapid thrust!" Odysseus, who had already returned to his camp, turned around and saw this scene. He was immediately dumbfounded, his face blank with disbelief.

It's still hard to believe—!

That was a divine spear that no one but Achilles could lift.

How can it move so easily and freely with just one hand? What kind of monster is this?

Boom~! !

Five strikes in one second simultaneously bombard a single point, much like the legendary five-star attack by Luger, the god of light.

With a thunderous roar that seemed to tear through the air, the divine spear was determined to secure victory in the battle.

With that speed and that domineering power, everyone temporarily avoided Pentessilia and retreated.

Suddenly—the Amazonian queen made a surprising move: she opened her arms to welcome the attack.

*Pfft!*

Just before the spear was about to pierce his throat, Penthesilea dodged, but not completely, instead using his shoulder blade to deflect the attack.

He then suddenly gripped the gun barrel, leaned towards Ye, and swung his sword out.

Bang! Ye blocked the sword with his other hand.