Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

After this incident, Artemis's fawn form became even more ethereal, and she could no longer maintain this avatar with divine power.

Chapter 212 The President's Killer Gaze: Shut up! Mortal!

'Great Thunder'—!!

Although it was the first time he had seen it in real life, Ye, who had once experienced Helen's world of memories, still recognized the terrifying lightning attached to his forearm by the divine spear, which felt like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

It shone brightly like sunlight, yet it was also like dirty thunder, like viscous liquid clinging tightly to the bones of night, hindering the self-healing of his flesh and blood.

The situation wasn't as ideal as Ye had described, but it wasn't too bad either.

Having used this power (inherited from the red dragon's lightning) several times, Ye found that he adapted to it quite quickly. Given enough time, he could even convert and absorb this power into his own.

Whether he used it to nourish his flesh and blood, or to spy on the powerful thunderous authority of Zeus, the king of the gods, he had many options.

But since the battle is still ongoing, this surprise gift might actually affect Night's subsequent battles to some extent.

"It's been a long time, Hector. I never imagined that we would be on the same battlefield again, facing each other on the opposite side." Hector, the Night General, plunged his spear into the sand beside him. Blood from his forearm flowed from his palm, filling the entire spear.

Hector, witnessing this scene, was shaken...

“That attack just now, it wasn’t me…” Hector had never intended to hurt Griffith and Helen, and he didn’t understand why a simple attack he had thrown out would suddenly become such a lethal strike. But when he saw Night’s injuries, Hector still felt guilty.

"I understand." A warm smile appeared on Ye's face.

A simple "I understand" conveyed everything without words; this unconditional trust warmed and touched the heart of Hector, a rough and unyielding man.

“But we are enemies now! So, there’s no need to hold back… or I will kill you!!” Ye Huan gripped the Hector’s Spear with his other hand and then suddenly unleashed a one-handed throwing technique.

Although he couldn't perfectly replicate that divine technique with one hand, the divine spear still transformed into a terrifying beam of light, hurtling forward like a roaring gale.

Hector, unable to draw his weapon in time, or rather—feeling guilty, was unable to unleash his true fighting power at this moment.

Wow, Griffiths can already execute his throwing techniques instantly? Such amazing martial arts skills!

He hastily raised his shield to block the attack, and boom!

After a massive explosion, his shield, which was also a divine weapon, was pierced, and the divine spear left a deep gash on his arm.

Night: "Now we're even! Then it's time for the real battle."

Paris cried out anxiously, "Brother!!!"

Hector: "I'm fine!"

Hector removed the spear from his shield and looked at the shield, which had been pierced and deflated. Faced with Griffith's equally penetrating and powerful attack, any defense seemed to be nothing.

He simply dropped his shield and then drew Durandal's sword from his waist.

Hector, sensing the will of the night, finally rallied.

Is it even now?

No, not only did it not even out, it actually made things even further apart.

Although the attack injured him, it also allowed him to regain control of his divine spear.

If Griffith, who was also recognized by the sniper, continued to attack him with that weapon, he would be absolutely unable to resist due to the shift in power between them.

Although he still had the Durandal Sword, it was still not as handy as the gun he had been using for many years.

Hector sincerely admired Griffith for his selfless act of returning the weapon to his 'enemy,' but even in response to such righteousness, he should demonstrate his true strength, if that's what you think—Griffith!

Meanwhile, Paris, whose brother was injured, was completely unaware that his brother was actually showing mutual respect with the enemy.

At this moment, Paris cried out in fury, "It's you again! Do you really want to be our enemy, to be our enemy? Hero Griffith!! Are you going to be our enemy for Helen's sake? To be our enemy for all the heroes of Troy?!"

He was already driven almost mad just seeing that man appear on this battlefield again.

Especially when you see him protecting Helen, who is still nestled tightly in his arms.

Meanwhile, the other heroes around them also recovered from the shock.

The heroes, stunned by Griffith's sudden appearance and the sight of him wielding the lightning spear that seemed to radiate light with his bare hands, were further stunned when Paris spoke up—which brought them all together.

"...!!"

No, no, no, you're the one making those threats, don't drag us into it.

In a one-on-one situation, they would encounter a monster like Griffith, who is completely incomprehensible and a guy who has reached another level among their heroes.

The last hero to be so revered by heroes was Hercules!

There are only two kinds of heroes in Greece: Hercules, and all the heroes who are not Hercules.

This makes it clear that humans simply cannot fight against monsters from another dimension that are completely beyond the understanding of heroes!

However, it was only because most of their heroes were here that their numbers emboldened them, preventing them from turning tail and running away immediately after hearing Paris's outrageous words.

Just as the heroes were on high alert, the night also heard Paris's howling.

He suddenly gave him a very scary look.

Just like in the card game world next door, Kaiba was talking to Yugi when he was interrupted by a group of ordinary fish, who instantly revealed terrifying, cold eyes.

"Shut up!" Night's powerful aura made Paris instantly tremble with fear!

But he soon gritted his teeth at his embarrassing physical performance!

He actually did it because of one sentence from Griffiths, no—it was only two words!

Two words are enough to make me so afraid?

He was a hero after all.

Paris was always confident in his archery skills, believing himself to be second to none.

But his pride in his abilities couldn't give him even a sliver of confidence at this moment.

"Helen... I'm taking her away! You can try to stop me, all of you come at me! I don't care what you think, this is my attitude." At this moment, he openly and domineeringly protected Helen, as if everything was unspoken, implicitly admitting that he was the man who had an affair with Helen.

It would be too pathetic to hide your relationship with your woman.

Even if the world believes that he stole Helen, so what?

So what if it's seen as an enemy of all Troy?

"You, you want to be an enemy of all of us? Not a one-on-one fight, but to make us all come at you? How arrogant!!" the hero Aeneas suddenly roared.

He hadn't spoken up until now, but he was actually following the Trojan royal family among these heroes.

The future founder of the Roman Empire—the true ancestor of the founding heroes, a child created by the power of the god of love and beauty.

The person who should have addressed Night as father in some ways was now consumed by indescribable rage because of Griffith's disrespect.

Chapter 213 Disadvantage in Quantity? Don't make a fool of yourself!

In a one-on-one situation, Aeneas admitted that neither of them would be a match for that hero.

But there are at least dozens of heroes here.

Even if our strength is far inferior to yours, one person facing multiple heroes at the same time—this kind of battle—even Hercules never had such treatment.

How utterly contemptuous and arrogant must one be to utter the words, "Bring it on, let them all come at me!"

“Even if we are enemies—as heroes, we will not use our numbers to oppress you, Griffith! Let’s duel!” Aeneas said coldly, staring intently at the night, determined to prove to this powerful warrior, even at the cost of his life, that he was a truly brave and fearless man.

Night: "Don't waste time. If you're going to attack, then attack all at once. I don't have time to play house with you all."

Aeneas exclaimed in shock and anger, "What?"

But the next moment, an astonishing aura rose from Night's body, forcibly suppressing his words. With an incredibly terrifying and oppressive gaze, he stared at all the heroes and said, "I said—come at me all at once!"

Heroes: !!!

Before they could show the same anger as Aeneas...

Night: "A numerical disadvantage? Don't make a fool of yourself! What kind of true hero can't fight against ten thousand alone!!!"

When the last two words resounded loudly through the clouds, it was as if they were roaring in people's hearts.

In an instant, it felt as if a comet had pierced through people's minds and bodies.

Silence. The entire scene seemed to freeze in time and space, suddenly falling silent and plunging into primordial stillness.

In the deathly silence...

The heroes and soldiers present were stunned, their minds filled with only Ye's words echoing in their ears.

What kind of hero is someone who can't fight against thousands single-handedly?

A true hero—!!!

What a powerful spirit and magnanimous heart that is!

It was like a spiritual and physical baptism, indescribable, when I first heard Griffith recite poetry on the battlefield.

That familiar, explosive feeling reappeared in people's minds.

This single sentence is enough to make this man leave a strong mark in mythology and be completely engraved in the epic.

Countless people were deeply shaken, as if they were being burned by a raging fire, and suddenly an endless surge of passion and emotion welled up within them.

Bang~! !

Night took down the Sun God's Spear, gripping it tightly with his bony forearm, and then, in a deep, cold voice like the roar of a storm, shouted: "Come and fight!!!"

"Those who wish to oppose me, Griffith! Step forward now!"

When that fearless voice echoed across the battlefield.

Many heroes were then inspired and, after this experience, they no longer felt that fighting together was a disgrace.

They would regret it for the rest of their lives if they couldn't participate in the battle against a man who displayed such courage.

Then the heroes of Troy stepped forward.

To their surprise, a group of uninvited guests suddenly arrived.

...The power of the god of war, along with many Greek heroes, descended from the sky at this moment.

Although the god of war did not fight this time due to his previous injuries, he still brought all the Greek heroes with him.

Ares remained silent for a while; he had also witnessed what Ye had just said in secret.

That powerful aura even infected him, causing him to forget his hatred for it for a moment and rediscover some of his appreciation.

He used his divine power to descend from the void with a majestic and deep voice: "You are a true warrior, Griffith! This is the final trial I, as the god of war, bestow upon you. If you pass it, I will no longer blame you for your previous blasphemous act of killing a god. And you will face not only the heroes of Troy, but also the heroes of Greece!! If you can do it, then defeat them all by your own strength!"