Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Even so, the heroes still set out, and now the only way to win is through sheer numbers.

The first heroes to discover the night were Phenox and Ajax the Younger, who were stationed in a nearby city-state from the direction of Troy.

When I saw Ye covered in blood.

Ajax, who was initially cursing under his breath because of the night, suddenly brightened up.

He was confident to the point of arrogance, but not stupid.

Based on Ye's performance on the battlefield, he could easily defeat a hundred of them. Why risk his life for the order of a war god?

He had only intended to hang out with Phenoxin (the other of the two friends Achilles brought with him when he went to war, Phenoxin the Wise) and put on a show, but he never expected that the direction of his escape at night would be right in his direction.

But upon seeing Griffith's utterly miserable state, Ajax, seeing an opportunity to gain an advantage, immediately became excited and soon his old habit returned.

Oh, the utterly crippled Griffith!!! Little Ajax thinks he's back to his old self!

"!!! Folks, our luck is about to change!"

Look at our great hero Griffith, so battered and bruised! I bet even a wild boar could kill him now. He's so weak. I see glory and honor beckoning us. If we defeat Griffith, we'll be famous throughout the entire Greek battlefield!

However, Foxes disagreed with this statement.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; he didn't believe the two of them could defeat Griffith.

Besides——

Upon seeing the shockingly battered and bruised skin, and seeing that Griffith didn't rush to attack, or even respond to the idiot Ajax, Phoenix couldn't bear it any longer and called out, "Hero Griffith—! Why are you in such a sorry state? Ares, the god of war, has summoned us to bring you back. Please stop resisting. You don't look well."

As a trusted friend of Achilles, he was one of the few who knew from Achilles that Griffiths and Achilles seemed to have a pretty good relationship.

Previously, when Griffith integrated Achilles' armor into his body, Achilles hadn't said anything.

This further confirmed Fountains's suspicions.

He did not want to be enemies with his friends' friends.

But—right, where's the armor?

After asking the questions, Fonix suddenly realized something.

Although Ye's body was covered in blood that resembled a net or a stream, giving it a ferocious appearance and an unusual masculine beauty, the dazzling, mysterious, lava-like color that once captivated his strong physique was gone.

Does that mean Griffith was no longer wearing the artifact at this point?

The sharp-eyed and quick-thinking Frenix quickly noticed that the patterns on Night's wounds closely resembled the armor he had previously worn.

"You... your Achilles armor was forcibly stripped off? Who was so cruel?" The bloody and mangled sight, coupled with his own suspicions, moved Phonix deeply.

Furnix immediately thought of his friend Achilles, for only he had the power and a reasonable justification to forcibly strip Griffiths of his armor.

But he refused to believe that his close friend Achilles was such a cruel person. If Achilles wanted to remove the armor, he could have done it while the other was unconscious. Why wait until now?

Night's next words confirmed his suspicions.

“Phoenix the Wise! Achilles’ friend…”

To escape the coercion of the god of war, I have resolved to seek refuge in Troy. Therefore, before parting, I personally return the armor and the divine spear to Achilles. For Achilles' sake, get out of my way…

I do not wish to fight you. The God of War intends to bind my freedom so that I may fight for him forever. Anyone who stands in my way is an accomplice in an attempt to enslave me.

If you make a move here, I will kill you without showing any mercy.

Upon hearing this, Fonix was shocked: "This... did Achilles force you to do this?"

No, it was my own choice.

As Achilles' friend, I did not wish to fight him, nor did he. We engaged in a contest of strength, and if I won, he would let me leave in peace.

"...! You, you actually won? Then why—"

Afterwards, Fonix learned a brief account of what had happened from Night.

There was nothing to hide, and Ye told the other party everything openly, without any embellishment or exaggeration.

However, after Fonyx learned the truth, the wise man was filled with boundless respect and awe.

My mind felt as if countless wild horses were galloping through it.

What? If this isn't a lie...!

No, who would defend Achilles with such a repulsive (respectful) attitude?

Chapter 137 Quantitative disadvantage is meaningless under the Sunlight Gun.

"Let him go, little Ajax." No one in this world can resist the charm of a hero who bestows charity. If anyone could, it would probably be someone with a cerebellum or someone who is utterly selfish. After hearing the whole story, Phonix was so impressed by the noble spirit that he chose to disobey the God of War's order and wanted to let Night go.

But Ajax the Younger was not happy; he happened to be the latter type, with underdeveloped cerebellum and extreme selfishness.

Ajax exclaimed excitedly, "Are you crazy? I have no intention of facing the wrath of the God of War with you, let alone giving up this opportunity to become famous overnight."

The gods in heaven will witness the glory of my defeat of Griffith.

Hahaha—! He was foolish enough to strip away an artifact of that caliber and give it to Achilles. He brought this upon himself, and he has no one to blame but himself!

Having said that, Ajax the Younger ignored all advice and spurred his horse to lead his troops, who were under his command, into the night.

Brice held Night tightly, her little hands starting to grope haphazardly again.

Feeling the warm, scabbing sensation on my abs, Night: ?

This child is good in every way, but his habit of fidgeting when he gets nervous is unacceptable, especially on the battlefield.

Night also heard Ajax's roar.

He didn't care, and instead activated his absolute calm to the extreme, ignoring the heat that began to rise because of those fidgeting little hands.

"Hold on tight, Brices—! Now, we're going to speed things up…!" Night's icy voice snapped Brices back to reality, and she instinctively obeyed his command, holding on even tighter.

Then Ye rode his warhorse and galloped forward, taking out the Sun God Spear at the same time.

Little Ajax: !!!

The air seemed slightly hotter, or was it just my imagination? But—

It doesn't matter—very good, a thousand (soldiers) against one, the advantage is on my side!

Then, brimming with confidence and believing that even the gods should be captivated by him, the fearless, sunny young man stubbornly clashed with the night.

Just as the two sides drew near, Ye suddenly stood up from his horse, boom!

The blazing sun spear, tearing through the atmosphere, was raised high by the night, its solar fire transforming into golden lightning. The sun spear, a mixture of lightning and fire, was then violently hurled down and pierced through the air.

Golden lightning raged across the land, instantly illuminating the sky above the battlefield as if it were daytime.

Little Ajax didn't even have time to react; his confident smile was still frozen on his face when he was engulfed by the terrifying lightning. Instantly—

Under the high temperature, it was evaporated to nothingness, and the area around it was also swept away.

Night used the true ether in the atmosphere to envelop the warhorse as it advanced, crossing the scorching crater that had already been bombed.

The warhorse jumped to the other side, looking at the remaining soldiers who had now been blasted with a huge gap.

These Greek soldiers, who had been led forward by Ajax the Younger, now looked utterly terrified after losing their commander.

now--

In their minds, the night was like the nameless king atop the Ancient Dragon in the Soul World.

The invincible eldest son of the sun, the dragon-hunting war god of the Immortal War and the Ancient Dragon War, descended amidst a golden storm of thunder and fire, wielding a sun spear that shone like Zeus, who wielded thunder, across the sky.

High on a mountain shrouded in clouds, awaiting the arrival of the bell ringer (challenger).

Darkness, light, darkness, and humanity—all are meaningless before the overlord of thunder.

The Sun God Gun demonstrated its immense power in its very first appearance.

The difference is like whether or not one has Zeus, who wields divine power—the power of thunder.

"Retreat, soldiers... I have no intention of causing unnecessary bloodshed, nor do I wish to fight my own people. You do not need to sacrifice your lives for a meaningless battle." Griffith's words fell.

The Greeks, who already held his power in awe and, after learning about Griffith's legends and experiences, were unwilling to be his enemy, all backed down.

At the same time, a slight, unspoken resentment arose in the soldiers' hearts towards a certain war god.

The hero Griffith came to aid Greece, but ended up being forced to the opposite side. Who can he blame for that?!

They were unwilling to fight Griffith, who had preserved the last vestiges of Greek glory!

Who were the heroes who, though defeated in the final battle, still held honor and defended their last glory? Why would they stand here and oppose these heroes?

The last night ended—

Fonix sighed and watched the night until it disappeared.

At the same time, he was both shocked and relieved that Ye still possessed such strength even after losing Achilles' divine armor, and he was not so arrogant as to attack Ye as well.

Fonix broke out in a cold sweat.

It turned out that it wasn't that he couldn't bear it and let the other person go, but rather that the other person still harbored a sliver of affection and spared him out of consideration for his compatriots and Achilles.

Finally, Fonix suddenly dismounted from his horse, plunged his longsword into the ground, and then bowed towards the distance.

This is a feeling of gratitude for being spared and surviving by sheer luck.

He will probably never forget that spectacular scene.

When the hero wielding golden lightning and fire gallops across the land like a fleeting white horse, the thunderous roar fades, leaving behind the scene of a shattered army.

The numerical disadvantage seems to have become a joke.

perhaps--

This battlefield belongs to true heroes; someone as weak and ordinary as him is not suited for it.

As Fonix was filled with endless emotions, he even felt a slight fear of the battlefield.

The sight of countless soldiers being merely grazed by lightning and then obliterated along with the massive craters—all he could see when he closed his eyes were these horrific scenes, filling him, as a human being, with a fear of such battlefields.

'God of War! What kind of powerful monster do you want us to fight? Perhaps only a god could be such a hero—'

What exactly is that divine spear?

He had already returned everything to Achilles, so why did he still possess such a terrifying divine artifact?

If other heroes saw Griffith in that state and thought him weak and vulnerable, they would surely face the same fate as Ajax the Younger.

And when I think of Ajax the Younger—