Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

This discovery filled Ye Xin with joy.

He is very strong; with the support of the two divine artifacts, he is now countless times stronger than he ever imagined.

But this strength requires even greater pressure to force him to continue on his stagnant path of progress.

Pentesilla was finally able to put some pressure on him again.

But it’s not enough…

Provoking the enemy not only benefits oneself but also helps the Trojans strengthen their fighting power.

A demigod who has awakened the bloodline of the God of War is far more powerful than a demigod whose bloodline is dormant.

finally--

When the bloodline of the God of War within Pentessilia was fully activated.

Boom~! !

An attack suddenly broke through the hurricane and shattered the night's defensive blockade; he couldn't keep up with the opponent's speed.

When the attack landed on him.

No blood flowed from Ye's body; instead, a dull thud was heard.

With divine armor and an invulnerable, immortal body, this configuration inherently makes Ye invincible.

Unlike Hector's shield-piercing spear, Penthesilea's attacks, though finally managing to hit him, still couldn't harm him.

Gradually, as more and more of Pentessilia's attacks landed on Night, they failed to cause any effective damage, but Night could often draw out large amounts of blood with a casual strike.

The gods finally realized something—

I recalled the legend in the introduction about the descendants of this dragon slayer, that their ancestors bathed in dragon blood and gained an invulnerable body of steel.

It's actually true!

Chapter Ninety-Eight: Even when the strong use the weapons of the weak, they cannot realize their true value.

“We are too poor and weak. It’s not enough, not enough, far from enough.”

"Demigod—ah, with that blade concealed within the tip, who can you possibly wound?!"

A faint voice, tinged with disappointment, rang out gently.

But it caused a comet-like impact, abruptly stopping the Amazon queen in her rage.

She suddenly let out a roar of unwilling anger. With her divine blood boiling, crimson flames formed from her blood and energy began to burn on her body, spreading outwards to the surrounding earth like a shockwave.

The ground beneath its feet cracked open.

Boom~! !

Another blow, then crack!

The weapon in Pentessilia's hand broke off, but it still couldn't leave a single drop of blood on that golden figure.

Night: "Almost there—continue..."

Boom! Another punch pierced through the air, but it was perfectly blocked by the divine artifact after striking Ye.

Night: "The attack has become weaker. Is it because we've lost our weapons?"

If this is all you're capable of, you might as well give up.

Or are you still hoping—"

Bang! Ye suddenly fired a shot, and a basic attack shot like a meteor aimed straight at his head, causing Pentsilia to dodge hastily, but he did not completely dodge it.

When the armor shattered, the first thing revealed was a head of flowing, silvery-white hair.

But when you see clearly the pitiful, fairy-like, beautiful yet slightly immature face inside...

Ye Wei was slightly taken aback...

It wasn't because of her looks, but rather because the Amazon queen's disheveled appearance at that moment resembled the demon orchid from the neighboring Moon World.

That Albion Dragon who knows how to use Acceleration Synchro.

In addition, its wild fighting style—

"Are you a dragon too?" Mo Mingdiye couldn't help but ask.

Dragon? What does that mean?

At this moment, Pentessilia covered the bleeding skin on his cheek, which had just been slashed by the strong wind of the spear.

And the heroes around them, upon seeing that the helmet had been knocked off, revealed such a beautiful face that evoked a strong desire to protect it.

The heroes were stunned—

That powerful hero who defeated both the King of Sparta and Odysseus is actually so cute?

The men's eyes were involuntarily drawn to her beauty, and although their desires grew, they managed to restrain themselves.

In the past, such a face would have attracted even more greedy gazes, but with Ye's beauty before them, the heroes were able to remain calm and continue to monitor the development of the battle.

Meanwhile, completely unconcerned by the heroes' filthy gazes, Penthesilea's eyes were fixed solely on that golden figure, staring intently at him as if he were an insurmountable obstacle—the zodiac.

It felt like an insurmountable mountain or ocean, an overwhelming pressure that instilled despair.

This time, Pentessilia gritted his teeth—staring at the night for a long time, but did not take another step forward.

When she realized that with her current strength she couldn't harm this man in the slightest,

A thought—that I can't win—began to take deep root in my mind.

Only then did she realize how foolish it had been to judge people by their appearance.

Without thinking—he gritted his teeth softly and said, “What are you talking about, dragons… Compared to me, aren’t you, this monster, more like a dragon (powerful)?”

Although Pentessilia's voice was very soft, it was still heard by the night.

He suddenly laughed—

He casually tossed the weapon to the ground and stuck it into the sand.

Hehe, haha... hahahahahahahahahahaha~!

First, he chuckled softly, then finally burst into loud laughter, as if he had heard something very interesting.

That posture filled Pentessilia with both anger and an intense burning sensation of shame.

Having abandoned his weapon and laughing so freely, completely losing his fighting stance, has he no longer considered himself an enemy?

Could she not even offer this man the last bit of pressure or threat?

"Having dropped your weapon, are you giving up the fight and admitting defeat?" Pentessilia asked, uttering a question that even he found absurd.

Apparently—

The one who should really admit defeat is ourselves.

Suddenly, a hand wearing a gauntlet covered his head and began to pat him roughly.

After ruffling her beautiful long hair, the owner said, "What are you talking about... I really haven't left my body with my weapon."

If you can't understand this, you'll never be able to defeat me.

Do you start to feel despair because you've lost your weapons and your attacks have become weaker?

Tell me—Queen of the Amazons, what is the reason you stand here, able to fight and survive?

Pentessilia dodged Ye's continued groping, and looked at him coldly: "What do you mean?"

Night: "I am asking you what you rely on for survival, what you depend on most—the very thing that has allowed you to survive after such a long and arduous battle."

What do you think it is?

Pentsilia was shaken: !!!

I vaguely grasped something in my heart, but I couldn't articulate it clearly.

At the same time, the entire battlefield was silent, and everyone was subconsciously thinking about the same question.

Then they heard Night continue to question: "Is it a sword? Is it a gun? Is it a shield? Tools forged by the weak to arm themselves and make themselves stronger in order to defeat enemies far greater than themselves."

That's right—the power of the artifact is indeed very strong and wonderful.

Even a weakling like me, after being enhanced by a divine artifact, can be suppressed by a powerful demigod like you.

Although Ye's words sounded unpleasant, what did he mean by "even a powerful demigod like me can be suppressed"? Pentessilia's face turned red with anger.

What exactly makes her so powerful?

He keeps saying he's powerful, then he beats himself up and then pats his head, right? (Hashirama Senju from next door gave this a thumbs up!)

However, at this moment she also began to understand what Ye meant.

Night: "Unlike me, who needs a divine artifact to display such power, you can tear the sky and the earth apart with just your physical body!"

Why... so weak?

When the last two words 'weak' continue.

Pentessilia's face suddenly turned pale.

Night: "Should we give up just because of the disadvantages of our weapons?"

The strong cannot realize the true value of using the weapons of the weak.

"With such a powerful fighting instinct and an enviable strong physique, you haven't even suffered any fundamental injuries, so why have you lost your fighting spirit and become so frustrated?"

Pentessilia: "...because—"

At this moment, she murmured to herself, but had nothing to say.

Could it be that no matter how hard she tries, she can't hurt you? Is this hopeless battle causing her to lose her will to fight?

There's absolutely no fun in fighting a monster with invincible health!

Chapter Ninety-Nine: Fooled and Crippled, Those Were Tears of Regret

Night: "You and I are both warriors who are skilled at using violence."

However—despite your dragon-like form, you have not yet unleashed the full power within you.

That won't do—I won't admit it.