Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

For a true warrior, all kinds of skills are memorized, and even if he is not holding a spear, he can still use his strongest skills.

The next moment—take a deep breath, the instant when your blood, energy, and spirit are adjusted to their optimal state.

Achilles suddenly hurled his spear...sword!

At that moment, he was imagining a completely different scene.

It was the shot that Griffith fired that defeated Ares and Poseidon.

'Lend me your strength, let us protect Greece together, Griffith!'

"Destruction is imminent with this one strike! Griffiths!!!" Achilles finally shouted out the last word unconsciously. This was the great Greek hero who had influenced almost all the heroes of this era, a friend even the proud Achilles acknowledged.

When it seemed to contain the will and passion of its entire body, and was filled with the fighting spirit to defeat the gods just like that friend had once, it felt as if it had grown a spirit behind it. Achilles, who was fighting alongside the other, even replicated a trace of the posture of the night when he threw that spear.

Achilles and the Night's martial arts are similar, which gives his replica a certain physical resemblance.

Although it lacked the essential power of the sun, the power of this attack still surpassed Achilles' past, allowing him to perfectly recreate his strongest attack, and even slightly exceed it, without wielding his most proficient spear.

At the moment Achilles uttered that name, Ye's body trembled slightly above the Hundred-Handed Giant's head. Impossible...

Achilles must have discovered his true identity, otherwise he wouldn't have just launched a simple attack.

Boom! The incandescent divine sword transformed into a spear, cutting through the sky like a meteor, leaving behind a trail of brilliant fireworks in the air.

That beautiful strike gave everyone hope.

In this era, one of the strongest human heroes on the Greek continent unleashed a full-force attack.

and--

"Griffith"...?!

They seemed to have heard that sound.

Achilles was just calling out to Griffith, wasn't he? Did he also uphold another belief in his life?

If this shot was fired together with that great hero.

Ah~! Don't lose—! We can't lose—! And we definitely won't lose—!

People were filled with such anticipation that their blood and tears seemed to be ignited, burning intensely.

Hector below trembled as he looked at the familiar brilliance of the meteor path!

'Griffith'!

When they first met, from the time he first learned martial arts to the time he unleashed a stunning and shocking attack that even Apollo, the god of light in the heavens, took notice of, it was just like that!

How could he forget this radiant light that brings hope?

Talos, the Demon God! Please watch closely!

Like my friend Griffith, the strongest hero of Troy—a radiant shot that blazes with hope!

Chapter 299 All efforts were in vain, an overwhelming scene of despair!

You definitely won't be disappointed.

A strike imbued with humanity's dazzling courage and conviction is enough to make even the gods take notice. The strike that once conquered Apollo, the god of light, will surely conquer you too, demon god.

Even though Hector knew that this attack would ultimately amount to nothing, no matter how dazzling a hero's attack was, it could not cross dimensions to kill a god. Even the hundred-armed giant beneath him was a being feared by all the gods.

but--

At this moment, the result is no longer important.

Rather, it is the process, the resolve to sacrifice oneself in the face of a powerful and majestic deity.

Daring to lay a hand on the gods, the boiling murderous intent that raises the butcher's knife shines brighter than the stars!

Boom! The final strike, trailing a long arc of light like exhaust fumes, struck the Hundred-Handed Giant squarely between the eyebrows.

Night did not intervene to block the attack for the Hundred-Armed Giant.

There's no need—because…

With a deafening roar, a massive explosion erupted in the sky, and endless waves of heat engulfed the clouds, completely shrouding the upper half of the hundred-armed giant's towering figure.

"Did...did it succeed?!" Aeneas exclaimed in shock.

Although they were once enemies, he had to admit that Achilles' current attacks were at a level he could never reach in his lifetime.

That was an attack that no normal human could deliver.

It's as incredible as a god.

No normal human being could possibly create something like an aurora borealis.

Indeed, when a hero's strength reaches a certain level, just like Hercules in the past, a difference that seems to exist in another dimension will appear.

Their strength far surpassed that of mortals, possessing an astonishing power comparable to that of gods, which can only be described as beautiful and powerful!

however--

The next moment, the Demon King's indifferent yet oppressive voice emanated from the billowing smoke.

Night: "Has this blow awakened you? How long are you going to sleep, Eguion...?"

Almost there, time to show your fangs.

At this point, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth beneath the Night Armor.

Then a ferocious and violent aura rose from his body.

The moment he finished speaking, the killing intent throughout the battlefield seemed to be affected and began to boil, suddenly plunging into a scene of purgatory.

The whole world changed color in an instant, turning into a dark and crimson scene.

The next moment, as if the world had changed and the sun had been swallowed up, it was completely devoid of light.

No, not just seemingly...

When Hector and his companions looked up, a scene resembling a celestial dog devouring the sun appeared in the sky.

Things have changed. The atmosphere that filled people with hope and excitement just a moment ago has completely disappeared in an instant.

When the entire sun turned into a giant black egg that resembled the incarnation of the evil god in Yu-Gi-Oh!

The sunlight completely disappeared, swallowed up entirely.

What kind of power is this?! It actually gave the sun—!

Not to mention the human army, who were the enemy, even the Black Knights were stunned by this shocking scene.

Normally, even a supreme god would find it difficult to perform such an astonishing phenomenon without the relevant authority, or rather, they wouldn't waste their energy on such a thing just to show off.

Unfortunately, Night possesses the blessing of Apollo, and even the blessing of the sun god, having wielded the power of the sun's authority far too many times.

Given his affinity for sunlight, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to use the highest quality divine power—the power of the Abyss God—to devour the sun's radiance; it would be a matter of a single thought.

On the battlefield, the Black Knights suddenly began to glow with crimson light and countless eerie blue, mournful souls emerged from them. It was their power reflecting the power of the night, presenting the world as a scene of hell on earth.

Hearing the endless grievances and sighs of the ghosts, the fear in people's hearts was amplified infinitely. This immense negative spirit, which even the hero Mennon could not bear before, now enveloped everyone in the world.

Even the most terrible natural disasters seem insignificant compared to the scene before us.

At this moment, people were reminded of the ancient times, before the invention of fire, of the fear of being dominated by darkness. Achilles: "How is this possible—!"

At this moment, Achilles looked in the direction he had attacked earlier and found the Hundred-Handed Giant completely unharmed, not even a scratch on his forehead.

This massive amount of flesh shield filled Achilles with despair, causing him, as a demigod and a hero, to lose all his pride.

The difference is huge!

Is this the true value of the Hundred-Handed Giant? The weapon of war in the War of the Gods that terrified the gods of Mount Olympus, the power of a monster among monsters?

Overwhelming power!

The demon king who could conquer that monster—hadn't even made a move yet.

Do not make jokes.

Is there any hope that humanity can defeat this kind of creature?

The gods in the heavens simply watched, allowing it to destroy the earth, annihilate human civilization, and ignite war throughout the world.

While Achilles felt despair, a surge of resilience also erupted within him.

Since the gods won't save people, then humanity must save itself!

Even if it's like a moth drawn to a flame—!

Achilles felt a surge of suppressed emotions welling up inside him, as if about to burst forth. His gaze hardened, and he declared resolutely, "It's not over yet—I…!!"

However, before Achilles could finish speaking, as if awakened, the Hundred-Handed Giant suddenly slapped down with a speed and agility that was completely different from its enormous size, instantly sucking out the air!

This strike landed squarely on Achilles. Bang—!

The moment it was struck, the air was violently blasted, producing a terrifying explosion, like the mournful cry of celestial bodies.

Achilles then transformed into a real meteor and flew backward, finally crashing directly into the distant earth.

Boom~!!

"Achilles!!" Countless heroes looked towards the land in that direction.

When the smoke cleared, the crater revealed the hero of Swiftfoot, a pitiful sight: his armor shattered, his body riddled with wounds, and he lay motionless, his fate unknown. This was the demigod they had once feared most, one of the strongest on the battlefield. 'Is he...dead?!'

One moment they were shining on the battlefield, unleashing their strongest attack with the hopes of countless people, and the next moment their fate was unknown.

This scene is truly despairing.

The enemy is overwhelmingly powerful!

Even with all the special effects maxed out, the final output was only a small amount.

...And since it's a trial, it should look like a trial. Even if they go easy on you, they won't let you see it too obviously.

then--

They didn't give the Greek coalition forces below any chance to react.

“Aegion…” The Demon King’s voice rang out softly, as if it had been amplified and could be heard everywhere on the Greek battlefield.

Chapter 300: Failure, failure, failure! Like a sea of ​​death, this place is devoid of light.

Hearing the Demon King's voice, my body trembled, and my eyelids felt heavy.