Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Penteslea was stunned: "What?"

Night: "I don't admit that this wasn't the result of fighting with all my might."

From the blood-soaked memories I inherited from my grandfather Kratos, I saw his heroic figure battling the evil dragon Fafnir.

It was a terrifying battle that, even in retrospect, is utterly indescribable.

It is also a battle of true warriors that is something to look forward to and yearn for.

You must be fully focused and completely absorbed in the battle. Any lapse in concentration could lead to your death. In this process, you must forget everything and fight with all your might.

It eventually transformed into a form resembling a dragon, even more terrifying than a dragon.

To defeat a dragon, one must possess a fighting instinct as powerful as the dragon's. This is a response of utmost respect, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and blood for the transgression.

I look upon you, Queen of the Amazons, with your fearless fighting spirit on the battlefield.

I unreservedly display all my strength in this battle against my own kind, in this sacred duel, in this sublime dedication.

Because of my 'weak' body, I never had the same strong and powerful physique as my grandfather after bathing in dragon blood. I only inherited a small portion of his strength, and thus suppressed my innate desire to fight as a warrior.

As a descendant of heroes, the battle I have always longed for is here, the moment to sacrifice myself for glory is here.

You said I'm a monster—

Then please don't lose to a pitiful and weak monster like me.

"As a powerful demigod, use all your power to shatter my beautiful dream as a mortal."

So that's how it is. Now I finally understand. That's why Griffith's demeanor in battle, when he's wearing armor, is so different from his usual peaceful and gentle handsome young man persona.

As a warrior, are you forced to suppress your innate desire for battle because of your fragile body?

This moved even Ares, the God of War.

I see--!

For some unknown reason, the hero Griffith was able to perfectly unleash the power of Achilles' armor, and even seemed to surpass Achilles, as if he were burning at 100% or 200% power.

But is this all thanks to the power of the divine artifact?

Why is the world so unfair to such a warrior with such an excellent will?

A mind that yearns for true strength should not be bound by physical weakness.

Even Ares, who was always preoccupied with starting wars and creating chaos, couldn't help but want to help this poor mortal hero and let him fully shine.

On the other hand, Athena's expression turned somewhat strange after hearing Ye's words.

She only believed half of it.

And the other half—

A weak body—well, does that mean the terrifying strength of his wrist that allowed him to hold Diomedes' spear with one hand and successfully disarm him?

What kind of Versailles speech is this?

Meanwhile, on the other side, the gods, who were unaware of the true power of the Night's physical body, all believed it, and on Earth—

Queen Penthesilea of ​​the Amazons naturally believed this as well.

In order to fight against himself wholeheartedly, he even donned the armor of the 'weak' to defeat himself...

He firmly believed that as a demigod she must be incredibly powerful, but he himself had failed to meet that expectation.

The delicate face of Pentessilia, who had been completely fooled, was now filled with emotion, and all her anger and humiliation vanished in an instant.

Instead, there was an inescapable sense of oppression and shame.

Why am I... so weak?!

Even if it's Achilles' armor, so what? Even if she loses her weapon, she still has her fists and feet. And if she loses her fists and feet, she still has her teeth.

As a demigod, his powerful physique is his best weapon.

She understood!

At this moment, Pentessilia finally understood where his greatest strength lay.

“I understand…—My body, which flows with the blood of the Father God Ares, is my strongest weapon.”

You're right. As a demigod born far stronger than mortals, as a naturally powerful being, I have no right to prevent the weak from using weapons to enhance their strength in battle.

Because as a demigod I am not on the same starting line as you mortals from the very beginning.

Despite having such a strong advantage, I hesitated to attack you simply because you were wearing armor—I even thought that I would be unable to harm you without my weapon.

what--

Ah, how dare they hope to crush the enemy in an unfair manner.

Why—I am so weak. Suddenly, tears streamed down Pentessilia's delicate little face. She puffed out her cheeks, filled with resentment and regret. Why had she shown such a weak posture?

Why are we so useless, unable even to respond to such a respectable fighting spirit?

It originates from the challenge that ordinary people give their all for!

She should have been happy to be faced with such overwhelming power.

Then retaliate with even greater power! Enjoy the thrill of battle!

Finally, after the satisfaction of endless battles, calmly praise your opponent, who has tried their best but still lost, with the air of a strong person: you have tried hard enough.

But it is not shameful for the weak to lose to the strong.

however--

The strong person has lost, yet they are still making excuses for themselves.

Disadvantages in martial arts? Possessing a powerful physique but unable to fully unleash its strength? Excuses, all excuses.

If you lose, you lose.

Night: "It's not time to regret yet, this won't do."

Prepare yourself, I won't let you get away with this.

To please me, fight with all your might!

Now let me teach you properly.

What is—a fight to the death with all one's might! "Boom~!" The moment Ye finished speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, and the azure flames burning from the corners of his eyes became even more intense.

Then, a terrifying black dragon phantom appeared faintly behind him, its golden vertical pupils staring deathly at Pentessilia.

Suddenly——

The gods and heroes were all stunned.

Upon seeing the black dragon's form, which seemed to materialize, as if its breath and scales had become incredibly clear.

"The evil dragon Fafnir—!" Almost immediately, everyone imagined the form of the awakened dragon of Night Rome as the evil dragon form in the legend of the dragon slayer.

Suddenly, I was no longer convinced of the legend of Kratos, the dragon slayer.

Because they were bathed in dragon blood, it seems quite normal for their bloodline to develop some supernatural properties and a diluted dragon bloodline, right?

The dragon slayer may be the dragon himself!

At this moment, facing that powerful figure and aura.

Originally focused on scheming and hoping that the night would quickly eliminate the Amazon queen and conserve Odysseus's energy, his warrior spirit was now stirred within him.

Finally, they fell silent and chose to respect the other party's choice.

Having believed the reasons fabricated by the night and the background it created, people felt that this sacred duel could no longer withstand the slightest defilement.

Now they have no choice but to trust the night.

Chapter 100: Let the gods of another world experience the prelude to the violent aesthetics of language.

The black dragon is roaring—!

That's an evil dragon!

In legends, there is a powerful evil dragon that guards wealth comparable to that of the entire world.

Zeus, the king of the gods, felt a sense of familiarity with the aura of that black dragon.

But he was certain he had never seen such an evil and powerful dragon.

After all, Rome didn't even have a prototype at this time—

Even Zeus, the future god-king of Roman civilization, failed to recognize the true form of the Roman dragon.

The dragon's essence is roaring—

Faced with such a powerful and intimidating dragon.

Despite her determination to fight with all her might, the Amazonian queen still felt immense pressure.

In order to fully enjoy the battle, and also to help Troy improve its combat strength during the battle.

Night: "From now on, I will not use weapons to fight you, but will suppress the power of my body to the same level as yours and fight you—!"

what?

Everyone was shocked.

Pentessilia: "...!!! Why?"

Night: "If you're asking why—"

Just like the teachings of the Red Dragon Queen, it made him realize his true nature in the midst of battle.

Night: "Of course, I'm afraid I might accidentally kill you!"

Boom! The night vanished instantly, and the next moment, a hand appeared before Penthesilea, pressing down on the Queen's head within her constricted pupils. Then—

The queen was thrown into the sand and crashed into it, creating a deep trench.

"Don't keep me waiting too long—what I'm looking forward to is a satisfying battle with a demigod at full power."

If this goes on for too long, I will lose control of my murderous intent and kill you directly!

after all--

After you, there's Hector, Troy's strongest warrior, for the main course.