Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

This time Achilles did not shoot an arrow, just as Ye felt that he was far enough away.

On the other side, Achilles suddenly increased the speed of Pegasus, unleashing the speed that only fantasy species can use!

Suddenly, it came hurtling towards them like a shooting star.

The dazzling white pegasus transformed into a white meteor and hurtled towards the earth in front of Night!

Boom~! ! !

A tremendous roar resounded.

A cloud of dust billowed up as it swept in.

The warhorse neighed in alarm, exhibiting a strong stress response.

The cavalrymen were thrown off their horses one after another, and Ye, before being thrown off, did a somersault and jumped off his horse.

He slammed the spear he was gripping into the ground to maintain his balance.

Then he stared intently at the dust ahead...

The great hero—Achilles!!!

at last,

Are they here?

I've imagined countless times what it would be like to meet this demigod hero.

But when they actually met.

The dust seemed to have plunged into a silent, otherworldly space, eerily quiet, as if it were completely empty.

However, the physical terror and goosebumps are constantly increasing.

Ye's face suddenly turned pale.

Even though I was mentally very calm, my body experienced a strong and uncomfortable stress response.

I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm definitely going to die! Die, die ...

A terrifying killing intent suddenly swept out from the dust.

In that instant, Ye seemed to see the Sword of Damocles hanging upside down in the sky, a phantom light slowly descending upon his head and neck.

At the same time, a cold voice, like the calm before a suppressed storm, rang out.

"I never thought I'd be fooled by a mouse."

I misjudged it..."

Then, from the billowing dust, a figure slowly emerged, step by step.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Going All Out – Did They Defend Against a Deadly Move or Just a Basic Attack?

Holding the spear in one hand, he lowered it and aimed it at the ground. A blurry figure slowly emerged from the smoke and dust.

Whew!

A murderous, pungent wind swept through the dust ahead, and the overwhelming sense of oppression caused the cavalrymen to reveal fear in their eyes and their breathing to quicken involuntarily.

Just then, they heard very clear breathing sounds.

Not only his own, but also in the dusty, silent, yet blazing city inferno ahead, strong bodies and chests rose and fell rhythmically, as if people could hear the heartbeat of the hero Achilles.

A powerful heartbeat, accompanied by each breath, swept up a large amount of divine ether, its vigorous life force shining as brightly as a torch in the night.

Even without looking, Ye's powerful intuition had already sensed that overwhelming life force.

...Wow! That's amazing!

The mere pressure of his aura was enough to render him almost immobile; his body became extremely heavy and stiff. Was Achilles really that powerful?

How strong was Hector, who could fight Achilles, whose martial arts were unparalleled in the era, and who could fight against a demigod?

It was only then that Ye realized how much Hector had held back during their sparring sessions.

"The golden spear...it's definitely that guy's weapon."

"But you're not Hector, where is that guy!" Achilles' handsome, cold face was revealed when he finally emerged from the smoke and dust, and he asked in a cold voice.

When his icy gaze fell upon Ye and the others, it was like a piercing ice blade, so sharp that it caused a slight stinging sensation on their skin.

Even the cavalrymen, who were fearless in charging the Greek army with only a dozen men, were now gripped by deep terror. For a moment, their vocal cords seemed to have completely lost their ability to respond, and they could not even utter a whimper of fear.

The immense pressure was palpable even through the night, causing their bodies to frantically warn them; how much more so for these ordinary cavalrymen.

This is not a psychological fear, but a physical instinct, a stress response under immense pressure.

'Demigod—Achilles!!' Just as the cavalrymen were trapped in a cage of fear, their consciousness seemingly about to be taken away, they had completely surrendered their lives to the enemy's slaughter.

He took a deep breath and said, "Let's retreat here."

Split up and march. I'll cover the rear!

He stared intently at Achilles before him. Although he was talking to the soldiers, Ye dared not look away from Achilles for even a moment.

That body, seemingly forged through countless trials, appeared to be casually carrying a long spear, yet he always had a feeling that if he looked away, he might not even see how he was beheaded the next moment.

From which direction will the attack begin—left or right? A sweeping attack, or a direct thrust?

His steely will reached its peak at this moment. In the time it took to breathe, he simulated countless directions from which Achilles might suddenly attack, but following the aura he sensed, almost every one of them would end in his death.

"My lord—!!" As if the words spoken before nightfall had broken the spell of 'immobilization,' the cavalrymen, who had finally managed to break free from Achilles' powerful aura, spoke in fear, as if they wanted to say something more.

"Go! Obey orders!" Ye said coldly, twirling his spear and creating a ditch in the ground in front of him with a flourish.

Sparks flew everywhere!

Night adopted the defensive stance that Hector had taught him.

The boundary line drawn a foot in front of them seemed to completely separate the battlefield.

As long as night remains, Achilles will never be allowed to cross that line.

but--

Is it possible? Ask yourself honestly, in this era, on this battlefield, is there any hero who can single-handedly stop that legendary demigod?

"Let's go!" The cavalrymen gritted their teeth and, with endless guilt in their hearts, dispersed as ordered.

They were terrified!!

They had already prepared themselves to stay with Night until the very end, even if Night drove them away, and to face Achilles and die together.

However, at the critical moment, their inner fear and their body's instinct for survival overcame their will.

The cavalrymen fled on horseback.

Achilles did not pursue; he simply watched the night indifferently.

"Are these your last words?"

Honestly, I'm furious, you little mouse.

"Fine—if I kill you, Hector will naturally come looking for revenge." Achilles's gaze was filled with undisguised murderous intent.

The moment he spurred the celestial horse to its fall, he sensed the life force of the night up close. Although it was far stronger than that of ordinary people and not much weaker than some heroes who were not skilled in martial arts, it was definitely not the aura of the first warrior of Troy.

The man who could dominate the battlefield could never be so weak.

But the golden spear was genuine.

It seems that the little mouse who tricked me into coming here in the name of Hector must have a close relationship with the strongest hero of Troy.

They even gave up their strongest weaponry to the enemy.

If we kill this rat here, the strongest hero of Troy will surely be enraged.

At this moment, facing Achilles, who seemed indifferent but was actually like the calm before a storm, brewing a raging fire, Night had no intention of replying. All his energy was focused on Achilles.

However—bang!

The figure, completely focused and locked on, shot out like an arrow in the blink of an eye, before the naked eye could even react or catch a glimpse of it.

In the blink of an eye, a dazzling shot had already pierced through the attack like a roaring hurricane.

Wow, so fast!!!

A strong sense of crisis caused Ye's powerful mental energy to surge to its peak in that instant, almost intuitively. Following his original defensive stance, his body reacted almost instinctively before his consciousness perceived the attack.

Boom~! ! !

In the blink of an eye, Ye swiftly sidestepped, blocking the attack with his spear, which barely grazed his nose and shaft.

Just as Night dodged the attack, Achilles, who had intended to end Night's life with a casual shot, let out a soft sound of surprise.

Then, he suddenly pulled out a leg and kicked Ye in the waist, sending Ye flying like a cannonball into a nearby wooden house.

Countless pieces of wood exploded.

The series of movements was so fluid and swift that Ye, who had just dodged a killing move (basic attack), had no chance to react before being hit. It was as if Achilles had etched his fighting instincts into every part of his body.

Cough cough~!

At this moment, amidst the ruins, his internal organs seemed to have shifted due to the previous attack, and he suddenly coughed up blood mixed with bits of flesh and internal organs.

Night almost fainted.

So strong!

Achilles, the demigod—!! That was too much! For a moment, Ye almost thought he was dead.

Unlike the burning sensation all over his body, Ye's heart sank to the bottom of an icy abyss—the difference was so great.

Chapter Thirty: As long as you don't give up hope, hope will respond to you!

Just as Ye's heart sank to the bottom, he knew that only by confronting this demigod head-on could he understand just how powerful this hero truly was.

The overwhelming power, without any thought of martial arts skills, almost ended his life with a casual shot relying solely on brute force.

Night did not believe that Achilles was unskilled in martial arts.

It can only be said that the difference between the two is too great, and he is simply not worth this powerful demigod's serious attention.

“The next attack won’t be so easy for you to dodge,” Achilles suddenly said.

Although Ye was slightly surprised because he had just dodged a fatal blow.