Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Moreover, once the divinely created weapons are forged, who will possess them?

At this moment, Achilles, who had remained silent among the many heroes, spoke up, frowning as he inquired about another crucial question: "How do we send the forging materials to Paradise?"

Chryseis: "Leave this to me. Lord Apollo will open the passage to Paradise at the crucial moment..."

Having heard this, Achilles had no further questions and suddenly hurled his spear into the ground.

"Take it..."

"Achilles?!" The other heroes looked at the hero of the wind, and were all shocked by his actions.

That shooting star that once galloped across the battlefield of Troy was, apart from the great hero Griffith, the brightest light on that star-studded battlefield.

Even Griffith wielded this divine weapon to defeat a powerful enemy like Hector, and the story of the hero who returned the favor adds even more legendary color to Achilles' armor. Such precious weaponry—and he just took it out so easily?

Achilles: "Even without divine artifacts, the name of a hero will not be buried. A true hero does not care about a few mere external things."

Chapter 292 Aeneas Discovers a Blind Spot: Who exactly are you?!

Fortunately, Achilles didn't say something like, "Even without the spear, I can still defeat the demon king Talos," but his arrogant statement still intimidated the other heroes.

As Achilles spoke these words, the image of Griffiths peeling off his armor flashed through his mind.

Even now, when I close my eyes, that scene seems still vivid in my mind.

“If needed, this armor can be taken as well…” Achilles added through gritted teeth.

He said it wasn't that he was reluctant to part with the armor, but rather that it seemed to still be stained with Griffith's blood, and if he could, he wouldn't want to take it out and use it again.

Chrysei smiled: "Of course... the more the merrier!"

Achilles: "…………"

He seemed to see the smile (face) of a cunning merchant, a wicked exploiter.

Can he say that he just mentioned it casually?

After painfully handing over the armor to Chryseis, he also took it off.

Following Achilles' lead, Hector also surrendered his weapons, but they all surrendered only one weapon. Heroes like Achilles and Hector either kept a spear or a sword, and also kept at least some combat equipment for themselves.

They cannot place all their hopes on the so-called holy sword and holy spear; they must save their weapons for dealing with the approaching army of Black Knights.

Chryseis then presented them with a difficult problem.

After nearly emptying the heroes' coffers, she said she still needed some scraps of material.

Such as the horns and fur of legendary monsters, or extremely rare ores and gems.

Heroes: !!! There's more?

Even the so-called true progenitor of vampires is nothing more than this.

At this moment, the heroes were really wondering if forging that thing really required so many rare items.

But Chryseis shut her down with every single word—'This is the strongest god-slaying weapon among the divinely crafted armaments—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it requires countless materials.'

That's right—compared to that terrifying title, the heroes gritted their teeth—and were forced to accept it.

But... these materials are hard to find.

Some things are found in the kings' collections, while others require venturing into lands already occupied by enemy forces, or even deep into enemy territory, to find.

“In that case, there’s absolutely no time left—!” Even Odysseus, a wise man, was starting to feel a little anxious.

Time was too tight; they simply didn't have enough time to collect all the materials on their own.

Achilles: "No, there's still a chance... Leave the gathering of materials to me. My Pegasus can pull chariots and gallop across any part of the Greek sky."

Chrysei: "I can kindly provide you with the location of the missing remaining materials—"

Achilles breathed a sigh of relief.

If we know where the item is, then things will be much easier.

The most troublesome part of finding materials is not the journey itself, but the search itself.

However, normally, even with the combined resources of the entire nation, it would take a long time to search for those rare forging materials.

Achilles assumed it was a divine intervention by the chief god Apollo, who had discovered the information and informed his priestess.

Although the situation was still very critical, after the division of labor, it seemed that we were not so powerless anymore, as if there was a glimmer of hope.

Soon all of Greece's remaining hope rested on Achilles, who went out every day and returned late at night, bringing back a large amount of material.

Then, the best blacksmiths in the Mycenaean kingdom would melt down some of these materials to process them into materials more suitable for forging, and then Chryseis would take them away in one go.

During this process, Achilles even needs to defeat many legendary monsters to obtain materials and items such as the horn of a chimera, the wings of a sphinx, and the pelt of a golden lion.

Even this demigod was starting to feel the strain of prolonged, high-intensity combat.

Finally, Hector and others took turns riding in his chariot and accompanying him in battles throughout Greece.

Every second counts—

In less than a week, the Cretans had built (or seized) enough warships, and hundreds of huge warships began to cross the Gulf of Corinth toward this side.

Meanwhile, outside the Argos Mountains, the Teyea region, located on the outskirts of Arcadia, also fell completely.

The Black Knights launched a general offensive at dawn, but were driven off the defensive line by the powerful Spartan warriors.

But the enemy is a bunch of fearless madmen who will explode before they die, taking pride in their fanatical demise.

If the Argos Mountains weren't so high and the battle lines weren't so long, so that we didn't have to worry about being wiped out by a single enemy self-destruction, this last line of defense would have been in dire straits and breached on just the first day.

The situation is extremely urgent...

Meanwhile, the Greek heroes could not yet make their move, as they had to be on high alert for the main army that was about to arrive from Athens by land.

Not good yet—

'The forging of the Holy Sword and Holy Lance has not yet begun...'

Forging is an inherently time-consuming and laborious process, and it's impossible to know how long it will take to complete, especially for such the most powerful weaponry. Even if they forge continuously for a week, or even years or centuries, they wouldn't feel it's too long.

Chrysei told them not to worry about this problem, as long as they gathered the materials as soon as possible.

But so far, only half of the materials have been gathered.

With the decisive battle fast approaching, Achilles and the others became anxious and worked day and night to collect materials.

The heroes' eyes were bloodshot...

Their teamwork became increasingly seamless, and even though they were once mortal enemies, Achilles and Hector had become comrades who could rely on each other for support and take short breaks—in a state of complete trust.

When faced with external enemies, humanity always unites, stands together against them, and unleashes unimaginable enthusiasm (resistance) and perseverance.

Having witnessed all of this, Chryseis was somewhat amazed by the performance of the Greek heroes.

While the heroes were busy working hard.

Among the Trojan heroes, Aeneas, who came in the same batch, approached Chryseis.

As a hero, his strength was far inferior to that of his cousin Hector and other top heroes of the first stage. Despite possessing great strength, he was temporarily sidelined before the great battle, only needing to prepare for the arrival of the demon god's main force.

This process also gave him enough time to observe Chrysei, his cousin whom he had rarely interacted with in the past.

Although he had little contact with it, he still discovered something.

So, he secretly approached the Trojan princess, who was being protected and guarded like a saint because she was burdened with a difficult mission.

Upon arriving at the other's secluded palace and finding her gazing at the setting sun on the balcony, Aeneas cut to the chase: "You're not Chryseis, are you? Although I don't know who you really are, the blessing of Apollo on you can't be faked! Who are you?!"

Chapter 293 Even with a thousand world lines reopened, there are only two possible outcomes.

Chrysei remained silent, as if she hadn't heard, and continued to gaze into the distance.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Aeneas did not continue to press the matter but spoke up: "I will not expose you—but I want to know if forging the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance can really defeat the enemy—don't try to deceive me, otherwise I will let you understand just how powerful and terrifying the power of the son of the gods really is."

At this point, a sinister glint flashed across Aeneas's face.

That is the determination to seek revenge if, upon discovering that the outcome has been deceived, one is determined to become a vengeful ghost, day and night, to capture the other party and complete the revenge.

At this moment, Chryseis finally replied: "Of course—the existence of the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance will inevitably defeat the Demon King; this is an undeniable fact. The only difference in the outcome of this war is whether the forging succeeds and brings victory, or whether the forging fails and brings destruction."

The forging of the Holy Sword and Holy Lance is extremely complex, but no matter how difficult it is, doesn't humanity still have a three in a thousand chance of success?

Aeneas's pupils contracted slightly at the last sentence.

The forging of the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance—the profound meaning behind these words—corresponds to that three in a thousand chance of victory.

Wait, but what does this sentence mean?

The three rates shouldn't be...?!

At this moment, Aeneas tensed up as if a thought had crossed her mind. The beautiful figure before her seemed to transform into a raging flood, as if an endless abyss was about to swallow her whole.

A chill ran through him, making the other person's figure appear incredibly tall and imposing in his eyes, like an evil god, inspiring fear and overwhelming pressure.

...glug...

Swallowing hard, Aeneas knew it was merely a delusion born from his own speculation, yet he also sensed a profound crisis. It was his hero's intuition warning him not to delve too deeply into the mystery; curiosity would only bring death.

Without a doubt, the girl before them—regardless of her true identity—is extremely dangerous.

“Just kidding… You look very nervous, Aeneas… You’re sweating buckets,” Chryseis asked.

“…!” Aeneas remained silent.

Chryseis: "Relax, don't overthink it. I'm on the side of humanity. Don't be too sensitive. Until the very end, until the last moment this land of Greece survives, I will wholeheartedly help you... stay with you until the very last moment."

The girl's voice possessed an inexplicable, convincing sincerity, like a soothing spring breeze. The other person sighed...

Aeneas was unsure whether he should trust the other person.

At this moment, Chryseis's voice suddenly became incredibly majestic and divine, and her dreamlike starry eyes reappeared.

At this moment, Aeneas strangely felt a sense of royal majesty emanating from the other party.

In terms of sheer presence, they are in no way inferior to top heroes.

“Our positions are aligned. Hero Aeneas—son of Aphrodite.” Chryseis.

At this moment, Aeneas felt even more grotesque, his eyelids twitched, and his face felt like it was about to twitch. He suspected that the hallucinations caused by his own self-pressure were getting stronger, and he even felt a trace of fatherly care from the other person's body and eyes.

Just like the loving (but I'll kill you if you dare say another word) look a stepfather gives his son, or even the psychological trauma of the possibility that a child's favorite slap might come at any moment.

Chryseis, standing on the balcony steps, looked down at Aeneas with the eyes of an adult looking at a child.