Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Halfway there, Aeneas's warhorse looked up at the Hundred-Handed Giant and was suddenly overcome with fear and terror. This made him want to turn back, and even the horse beneath him seemed to sense the fear in its master's heart, and its pace gradually slowed down.

obviously--

The hero Aeneas encountered the same problem as Theseus had faced.

They need to confront the psychological fear of something millions of times larger than themselves, reaching into the clouds like an insurmountable mountain.

And it was only during that brief moment of distraction on the battlefield.

"Aeneas—!!" Memnon's spear, which followed closely behind, slashed and killed a black knight. His sudden roar awakened Aeneas's will.

Memnon—! Son of the goddess of dawn, powerful in the original myth. According to the original myth, on the Trojan battlefield, he should have been the second strongest hero of Troy after Hector, but due to his arrogance, he fought Achilles one-on-one and died at his hands.

Only then did Aeneas, the third, step up when the first and second were no longer available.

Of course—this second Trojan Horse is without taking into account foreign aid.

According to the original internal assessment of the kingdom of Troy, it was the second strongest.

Therefore, whether this second-place candidate truly possesses that level of skill remains to be verified...

However, in the original myth, he was supposed to kill the son of the sage Nestor, but this time he was killed by Night beforehand, which meant that the only notable achievement of this son of the goddess of dawn was gone.

But in terms of recklessness... cough, courage, this second Trojan has never lacked it.

He even had the audacity to say to Achilles's face that his mother was hundreds of times better and thousands of times more noble than Achilles's, and to mock Achilles's mother as nothing more than a lowly sea nymph.

And then, unsurprisingly, he was killed off.

At this moment—after Memnon rescued Aeneas, he was about to angrily question Aeneas about why he had stopped halfway and was clearly distracted.

But after seeing the lingering fear in Aeneas's eyes...

It was as if she had realized something...

Memnon: —! To actually show such a timid look, what kind of Trojan man is this!

Just as Memnon was about to rebuke the other for his incompetence, he subconsciously looked up in the direction of the Hundred-Handed Giant.

Previously, they had been so focused on advancing that they hadn't bothered to observe what this monster, which even terrified a valiant warrior like Aeneas, looked like.

I heard that the great hero Theseus was so terrified by this big guy that he turned tail and ran away without even fighting, losing face as the King of Athens and a legendary hero.

How can a coward who lacks even the courage to face the enemy be called a hero?!

If it were him—! A mere hundred-armed giant, utterly… utterly—

Chapter 296 I'm sorry, I'll repay you in the next life by continuing to be my slave. Pegasus: 6!

The next moment, as he raised his head to gaze into the distance, unwittingly, Memnon's powerful vision, as both a hero and a son of God, allowed him to see through the vast battlefield as if by divine intervention…

It was as if I had crossed time and space to meet the gaze of that tall, majestic, and successful one.

It was a feeling that froze your soul and gave you goosebumps.

My brain seemed to stop thinking for a moment, and I heard many sounds—!

It was as if my consciousness had fallen into an empty world, and I could hear the sighs of countless souls.

He saw a hazy, opaque, ghostly gas begin to rise slowly.

At the same time, the groans that made one want to plug their ears stimulated Memnon's eardrums.

Transcending time and space, the distant spiritual vision becomes near.

This is the voice of the dead, tormented by resentment and curses even after death, unable to escape eternal torment.

Amidst the overlapping and mingled cries of anguish, the air, previously scorched by the flames, suddenly began to cool rapidly.

This is also a perceptual error.

Were those the souls of the dead? Among the many wandering spirits, the faces of many Athenians and even Cretans seemed faintly visible.

And then there's their doom—!

In a daze, he seemed to see an enormous figure, atop the throne of bones, a hundred-armed giant atop jet-black armor—a demon! A god! —[Talos]!

The moment you meet the gaze of the shadow beneath that armor, it feels like being sucked into the deep, despairing abyss of endless starry sky.

It was as if he were forming a vortex with the scattered souls in the space, being continuously drawn into it and devoured by it.

The figure grew taller and taller, eventually becoming as vast as the universe. Standing before this imposing figure, one could only feel an overwhelming fear of insignificance.

They will be eaten! Just like big fish eating small fish, just like tigers hunting rabbits, the dangerous act of a mere herbivore looking up at the top of the carnivore hierarchy—no! The gap between them should be much greater, the difference between heaven and earth, between the waves of the ocean and the flow of a stream.

It is the sky and the floating things—!

"I'm not afraid of this kind of thing!" But I couldn't bring myself to say anything like that.

The thought, "A mere hundred-armed giant is nothing to fear!" could no longer linger in his mind.

Above the head of the hundred-armed giant—that demon god!

Devouring, the towering figure didn't need to do anything; its immense, high-dimensional mass, surpassing even that of living beings, continuously attracted the surrounding dust (souls) to approach.

For mortals, this terrifying scene means that after death, their souls are devoured, plunging into an abyss from which they can never awaken, struggling endlessly in a cycle of reincarnation.

Is this the Demon God Talos?!

(Night: No, this is the abyss. As you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.)

Originating from Tartarus, one of the three primordial creator gods of the Greek world and the god of the abyss, the power of this essence is so profound that it is impossible for mortals to easily fathom it.

Even weaker gods would feel the fear of being swallowed up if they stared at that black hole for too long, let alone mortals.

Even a demigod wouldn't be able to do it. Fortunately, Memnon was looking at the night from a great distance, not facing it directly, so the impact was somewhat mitigated.

Meanwhile, faced with a reality so detached from the world, and a phenomenon so utterly repulsive and terrifying, Memnon could no longer decide whether he should be angry or weep.

Surprisingly, he felt no shame or resentment at his own powerlessness, despair, and cowardice; instead, he was incredibly grateful to be alive.

The fact that one's consciousness has not collapsed is already a stroke of luck in the face of disbelief.

“No, it’s impossible to defeat…that monster!” Memnon murmured in fear.

Not long ago he was mocking Aeneas, but now he is even worse than Aeneas.

And at this moment——

In the sky, the neighing of the Pegasus rang out, and at the same time, Achilles' voice descended from high above: "If you feel fear, turn back. That thing—! I'll hold it off for now! You take the opportunity to escape and retreat to your base...! Just hold out until that forging is complete—!"

Achilles didn't explicitly state what it was on the battlefield; it was humanity's biggest trump card.

And everyone has already understood its profound meaning.

The Holy Sword!! And the Holy Lance—! Have they already begun forging?

That's right—what they need to do is not to defeat the enemy, but simply to hold them off for a moment, or even longer.

We must hold off the enemy until the strongest divine weapon in the Greek world is successfully forged.

The strongest divine weapon was forged at the cost of hundreds of heroes, the resources of the entire Greek land, and even countless divine weapons.

Before this, even the legendary thunderbolt of Zeus could be considered the strongest divine weapon.

The heroes below saw Achilles, who not long ago was the strongest hero of the era before the emergence of Griffith, during the Trojan War.

Achilles?!

Achilles: "What I do best is deal with tough enemies! To set honor on the spear—well, on the sword in my hand!"

He had only spoken halfway when he remembered that his beloved spear was gone, having been used to forge the Holy Lance. A look of heartache flashed across Achilles' face, and he changed his words back to the sword in his hand.

"In the name of the great hero Achilles, in the name of the son of the hero Peleus and the sea goddess Thetis, I swear, evil god—! Feel the sharpness of Achilles' sword! As long as this body has not fallen, you will not be allowed to take another step forward…!"

In the boundless sky, Achilles, like a shooting star, roared as he drove his chariot, his figure and the chariot transforming into a dazzling light as they sped towards the towering hundred-armed giant in the distance.

Under the dark clouds, her figure, more dazzling than the sun, like a moth drawn to a flame, immediately attracted the attention of many on the battlefield.

But then they faced the Pegasus chariot, which seemed to be burning and shining like a comet.

Because it is a celestial horse, it is ultimately much stronger than a warhorse in the mortal world, and can lead its master to face fear.

There was no turning back now; even if Achilles felt fear, he had no chance to turn back.

Because—he had just stabbed Pegasus in the butt with his sword.

The horse is neighing furiously.

"I'm sorry—!! I've dragged you into playing the hero with me! If there's a next life, I'll give you... um, in the next life I'll ride you onto the battlefield again!"

The already intelligent Pegasus, upon hearing its master's words, no longer wanted to say anything about the sixth brother.

???

What kind of owner did this thing find? It's become such a terrible misfortune.

You've already squandered all my resources in this life, isn't that enough? You want to come back in the next life too?!

Pegasus: 6! ~!

Chapter 297 Too Slow, Demon God! Night: Do you like this grand stage?

To prevent Pegasus from turning back out of fear, Achilles did just the same thing.

However, this behavior also provoked Pegasus, causing him to become uncontrollable.

As I listened to the howling wind and heard the enormous figure getting closer and closer.

Although he also witnessed that towering figure, Achilles was perhaps under immense mental strain, or perhaps he had already prepared himself to die.

Just like the preparations he made before stepping onto the battlefield of Troy.

Even knowing they would inevitably die on the battlefield, they still sought a fleeting moment of glory.

He would rather live as brilliantly as summer flowers and die as serenely as autumn leaves than hide in his hometown to enjoy his old age and live out his life in peace.

Death is not scary; what is scary is dying without anyone remembering you.

finally--

Facing the shooting star that illuminates the night, streaking across the sky like a fleeting white horse.

Night spoke softly, "Egeon...!"

But the voice seemed to resound in a deep and majestic tone throughout the entire battlefield.

Even Achilles and others familiar with the Night couldn't recognize his voice after it was transformed by divine power.