Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

After all, bows and arrows have no other use besides shooting.

You can't just swing a bow and shoot people directly, or use an arrow as a dagger to stab someone to death. If it's going to cross borders, you can't just throw the bow 8000 miles away like that absurd, ridiculous operation.

As soon as Night finished briefly recounting the story of Arash and took out a bow, people immediately understood what a difficult and terrible trial Night was preparing to take on.

This feat, which is neither difficult nor easy, is difficult because it is impossible for a normal person to draw such a terrifying arrow. However, it is not difficult because even if an ordinary bow is fully drawn, it is impossible to produce an arrow that can travel such a long distance.

But things are different with the magical artifact.

With the most critical issue resolved, the next step is to determine the terrifying vitality, arm strength, and physical constitution required to unleash an arrow with the ability to sustain flight.

For others, or rather—for the many heroes present, ninety-nine percent of them had no chance of accomplishing this feat.

Even top heroes with strong physical strength, such as Hector, and steel heroes like Achilles with extremely strong physical strength.

Even if they possess equally superb archery skills and the determination to risk their lives and gamble on whether an arrow they've never even seen before can cross national borders, they can at most achieve a level similar to Arash's.

But no one dared to try it.

After all, it's an arrow that will kill the user the moment it's fired; the outcome is completely unpredictable. Who would dare gamble on a distant future with an unknown probability, just for that tiny, even one in a million, chance of success?

It's like trying to find the one gentle breeze among a thousand winds.

Therefore, doing this kind of thing requires not only strength and powerful equipment, but also immense perseverance, an unwavering belief far exceeding that of ordinary people, and the courage to face death.

Many people can only meet one of the criteria, while those who can meet two are truly outstanding individuals.

How many people throughout history have been able to hit all the targets?

That's why people are so moved whenever they learn the name Arash and the story behind it, touched by the life of this hero.

There might be one more in the future.

As people watched, Night slowly raised the divine bow and began to draw the arrow.

This time, he took a very long time to gather his strength...

When you have mastered all the archery skills that Artemis instilled in you, as well as the many techniques you learned from killing hundreds of heads, and reached the pinnacle of your skill!

That's right——!

Even the most outstanding heroes of our time, no matter how hard they try, may only be able to replicate Arash's achievements, but never surpass them.

But not only was the night's landing spot not on a high mountain, lacking any geographical advantage, but even the wind direction was against him, yet he still had to achieve a distance three times greater than the arrow Arash had once shot.

When Hector looked at the night, he was moved and swayed by the burning flames dancing in the eyes beneath the dragon armor and the incomparably powerful fighting spirit.

At this moment, no one was paying attention to Ye's monstrous armor; instead, everyone was focused on his arm as he drew his bow, and on the astonishing words he had just uttered, and the incredible story he had told.

'Are you trying to replicate the skills of that hero named Arash?'

'But how is that possible?'

Perhaps the so-called Arash is simply a fictional hero from a fairy tale that could never exist.

Just as they had never heard of it, there were other countries and lands protected by other gods in the other wildernesses and backward, savage worlds under the protection of the twelve Olympian gods.

That might just be a beautiful fairy tale.

In fairy tales, anything, no matter how absurd, can happen.

The most beautiful fantasy is naturally a perfect miracle.

But this illusory perfection is an idealism that cannot be achieved in reality.

Even if, even if, that really happened, it's not a fabrication.

but--

But... ah... ahh...!

Hector and his companions stared intently at the night, their pupils contracting, their hearts pounding with dread.

To achieve a miracle even more terrifying than 2500 kilometers, a distance of a full 8000 kilometers, what price would you have to pay?!

Perhaps that monstrous posture at this moment is one of the costs.

Just now, Hector saw the Night's true intentions from the burning fighting spirit, or rather, the soul-like flame, in the raging eyes of the Wild Hunt.

He did not want Troy to compromise and merely defend a tiny, insignificant piece of land.

Instead, they intend to completely enclose the new borders, even the old ones, aiming to create a miracle within a miracle, surpassing all ideals!

And at this moment, the same thing happens...

Even Hector's archery skills were so poor that even an ordinary hero could see it.

Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, noticed the moment he began to draw his bow that he was frantically pouring his life force into the bowstring, and the unusually large amount of blood and energy emanating from it.

Before this situation, only two words could describe it: 'crazy'!!

That was absolutely not the perfect combination of ultimate and destructive techniques that humans could imagine and dare to use during normal shooting.

“…Griffiths!!” Artemis cried out in anguish, her voice filled with anxiety.

Chapter 224 A mere fatal wound, just watch closely—a shooting star!

At this moment, in this place, the greatest and strongest attack!

Filling life and traversing the stars is no problem at all!

From now on, from the past to the future, from ancient times to the present, countless people have been able to shoot down stars, but only two people have been able to shatter them!

It was as if the man appeared and stood here just to make this scene come true.

At this moment, he slowly drew the longbow with his powerful arms. When Apollo's divine bow was fully drawn, it emitted a dull sound like the throbbing of a dragon's tendons. Even before the arrow was released, all the heroes present felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

At this moment, Ye did not have an arrow in his hand, or rather—the magic in the atmosphere, his wildly burning life force was the arrow!

Before this formless arrow, even the frictional resistance from the wind is almost nonexistent.

The light began to converge into the shape of an arrow!

Just as you cannot imagine how fast light travels, reaching the ends of the earth in an instant, people at this moment also cannot imagine how far away the invisible arrows—which begin to transform into arrows of light—will be shot.

I dared not blink for a second, for fear of missing that incredible scene.

Even though no one believed such a miracle would happen, everyone was still captivated by the atmosphere and couldn't help but stare intently in that direction, wanting to witness this final moment.

Regardless, this arrow was fired with all his might by the man who was trying to lay the foundation for peace between the two countries and end a massive war that spanned the Aegean Sea!

Even if we can't reach the 2500 kilometers of the Persian legend, even if we only reach 250 kilometers, people should still remember this effort and sacrifice.

Hector stared intently at his 'brother' who could no longer fight alongside him, as he drew his bow.

He recalled Ye's words just now—'Do you believe me?'

'I've always believed it, I've never doubted it.'

In fact, if Troy, which was no longer openly under Apollo's protection, continued to fight, how would it face Greece, which had a god of war?

Even if they have no shortage of heroes, they lack a divine father, not to mention that their foreign aid is someone else's daughter. It's hard to say who Queen Pentessilia will listen to in the end.

If Troy could truly preserve its borders, which had a radius of 250 kilometers and a diameter of 500 kilometers, thanks to the night, it would be a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune for the small city-state of Troy.

Once everyone has realized what happened, even if some people still can't accept it, there will always be someone who understands just how much they, the Trojans, have been indebted to.

So—even if everyone else forgets, Hector must never forget. He must etch this scene completely into the deepest part of his mind, so that he will never forget it until death.

There was a man who once fought so hard for peace, for them! A truly inspiring scene!

Boom! First came the first stage, "Emerald Green," a fiery, fluid-like, arrow-shaped substance formed from the convergence of true ether in the atmosphere. Then came the second stage, "Crimson Red"—the life force of the night began to pour into it, turning it into a Griffithian hue.

After witnessing the same color as the boiling blood and energy burning on Ye's body.

At this point, everyone finally realized what Griffith was doing.

Artemis: "Stop it, Griffiths! Burning yourself so recklessly, draining your body and life force, you'll die!!!"

The moon goddess finally understood where the unease came from.

At this moment, without the suppression of the night, the great thunder within him suddenly erupted, forming a terrifying lightning ring around his body.

However, Ye ignored everything, facing the skin that was beginning to crack inch by inch, and the blood that was seeping out—

Facing the internal organs that had already begun to be torn apart by the thunder—

Perfect—then let's accelerate his transfer of life force through destruction!

Although if the human body is completely destroyed, it is already a miracle that it is still alive and standing.

However, humans or heroes from the age of gods are not included in this category.

Even a monster among monsters, whose head has been cut off but whose body can still fight for a while, such a miraculous scene is not impossible to appear in this land that is still in the age of gods.

So—is martial arts such an inconvenient thing?

“A mere fatal wound… that’s all,” Ye murmured.

Those who heard the sound were terrified: "!!!!"

——!

They couldn't describe their feelings at that moment in words. But there was certainly a sense of awe and shock mixed in with it.

"This, this is... the Great Thunder?! Zeus's Great Thunder! You still have that thing suppressed inside you? The one from before...!!!" Artemis was almost crying with alarm, she exclaimed.

"Are you insane? You'll die if this continues. Stop! Take all my remaining divine power now! That's a world-destroying thunderbolt!—and you're letting it erupt in a fragile human body, in flesh and blood."

It's clear that Artemis is truly desperate; the fawn's face is already streaked with tears.

For a goddess who has never understood what love is, she rarely even reveals her human side.

But even during these few days when she transformed into a divine deer, she was able to express all her passionate emotions like a normal girl, enjoying a different kind of freedom she had never experienced before, such as being coquettish.

Because it lost its power, this incarnation no longer had to live wearing the cold, lonely mask of divinity, but could instead begin to experience, in human form, how wonderful it was to feel the burning emotions that belonged to human beings.

Therefore, she absolutely cannot accept the disappearance of the emotions that enveloped and warmed her.

Artemis's words also revealed a terrible truth to the people and heroes around her: Zeus's thunderbolt?!

Wait a minute, that lightning—wasn't it the one from before—the hero Jupiter?

Does that mean that he is Zeus, the Father of God?

Is the hero Jupiter the same as Zeus, the king of the gods? No—

The heroes were stunned. For a moment, their minds went blank, and their brains were burning out. They were running out of brainpower.