Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

But it doesn't matter——

He is no longer a hero, nor does he care about glory or anything like that.

He doesn't need to be understood, nor does he feel pain from not being understood.

From the very beginning, he did not have the same desire for despicable honor as other heroes.

He never even considered becoming a hero at first...

Ye Wei was lost in thought for a moment, then sighed.

Ultimately, it's because he's not mature enough.

I initially treated it like a simulation game and never intended to get involved. Yet, deep down, I've started to care a little about what others think of me.

This folly must never be revealed in front of the enemy.

Meanwhile, on the other side, what would the army, now deprived of the protection of its heroes, use to resist the powerful Cretan army?

Just as Night said, he no longer needed to take action; the Black Knights alone could easily end this.

The Black Knights quickly routed the remaining soldiers, who had lost their will to fight due to the collective defeat of their heroes, and achieved a great victory.

Time quickly moved on to three days of despair!

Because of the defeat of the main fighting force, the other Greek allied forces had to retreat and their other defensive forces retreated again and again—soon retreating to the last border.

Mycenae, lacking heroic warriors, had only King Agamemnon who fought valiantly on the city walls until the very last moment, yet even he could not prevent the fate of national annihilation.

When Agamemnon was finally captured alive, his eyes were still bloodshot, and he was utterly powerless and desperate.

Everything is gone—it's all over!

If Griffith were still alive, how could we have lost?!

Even as the city fell, and the black knights lunged to seize him, he instinctively cried out, "Griffith, save me!"

But when he came to his senses, he realized that he had been captured.

The warrior he trusted was no longer alive.

He believed that if the other party were still alive, how could they have been so easily defeated by the demon god Talos?!

And besides this resentment—!

There was one more thing that Agamemnon could never forget.

In the end, he never saw the priest of the God of Light, nor the promised holy sword and holy spear.

and so--

We've been scammed?!

There is no such thing as a holy sword or a holy spear—

Was it all just lies and deception?

When Agamemnon was imprisoned in a cell, he discovered that he had seen Aeneas, Hector, and others there.

"You—you're all still alive?!"

“Although I’m not dead yet, I can’t do anything anymore. You’ve been captured too. Has Mycenae been completely breached? Even the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance can’t defeat the Demon King?” Hector replied, his face filled with dejection and disappointment.

Upon hearing this, Agamemnon immediately became somber.

Yes, even if you're not dead, you can't do anything anymore.

What will be the outcome for them?

According to those Cretans, would they all become slaves?

In that case, I might as well find an opportunity to commit suicide.

Agamemnon: "No, in the end we never received the Holy Sword. Perhaps we were deceived by Chryseith!"

Hector: "...Impossible! I know my sister's character best; she couldn't possibly be deceiving us."

Hero A: "Is it possible that there's something wrong with Chryseis, and she's not your cousin at all?"

Hero B: "To be honest, from the very beginning, her appearance was very suspicious..."

Hero C: "In fact, we spent a lot of energy and resources, and even divine weapons, to forge the Holy Sword and Holy Lance."

A certain hero said, "If Achilles hadn't lost his armor, he wouldn't have 'died' from that attack."

Although they did not witness Achilles' final fate.

However, the other party was not imprisoned here, and it is highly likely that they are already dead.

Agamemnon argued with Hector and others.

As the heroes reviewed the situation, their expressions suddenly turned grim. They realized a possibility and finally discovered something amiss. Could the so-called forging of the Holy Sword and Holy Lance have been a deliberate deception, a scheme to trick them into weakening themselves?

If they had more time to set up defenses, and if they still had their best weapons and equipment.

Aeneas suddenly spoke up: "No... even if we don't forge the Holy Sword and Holy Lance, with our strength, even if we face that Demon King at our peak, the outcome probably won't change in the slightest."

Upon hearing this, the others immediately stopped arguing, trembled, and fell silent.

That's right—

Given Talos's terrifying strength, why would he need to find someone to deceive and weaken them beforehand?

Perhaps Chryseis herself could tell them the answer, but even if they found her...

...Now that Mycenae has fallen and the last capital of Greece has been captured, what's the point of saying all this?

Before they could continue arguing...

Soon the Black Knights arrived, bound them, and wheeled them out of the cell.

The Black Knights acted very roughly, without even explaining why they had been summoned.

The heroes were pushed along like stray dogs, initially blindfolded. After walking for an unknown amount of time, they seemed to have entered the outside world, and the noise of people around them grew louder and louder. Finally—

The cloth strips on their heads were removed, and they discovered that they had been pushed and led to the central square of Mycenae.

Fifty Black Knights gathered below, and he was now surrounded in an open space, with a high platform and throne directly in front of him—

The figure seated on the throne, simply sitting there, was like a black hole, a presence that seemed to steal away all color and existence from the world—

The heroes felt a jolt the moment they saw the black armor. Even though it was the first time they had seen it up close, they still recognized the figure.

“Demon King—Tarot…!!” Agamemnon and the others murmured the name in extremely hoarse and trembling voices.

Chapter 305 Aeneas, I didn't lie, behold! This planet's most powerful weapon...

Then--

In that one glance up, the pupils of the group suddenly contracted as they saw not only Talos but something else, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

"No, impossible!!! How could this be—!"

Someone who should absolutely not be here is here;

The biting wind chilled to the bone. The high platform of exposed rocks only amplified the cold.

...! *gulp*...

The sound of them swallowing hard filled the air. Even though they were bound like prisoners, barefoot on the cold floor, they were being escorted by the Black Knights to their knees.

But none of those chills could compare to the deep, bone-chilling pain of betrayal that pierced my very soul.

With an incredibly dry and hoarse voice, Hector asked, "Why?"

Even anger was temporarily forgotten; the sight before him was utterly unbelievable, leaving his mind blank and unable to comprehend it.

The heroes stared intently at the figure standing beside the Demon King Talos, dressed in an elegant white priest's robe.

All the previous arguments seemed to become meaningless in the face of the person before them, appearing in that inappropriate place, beside the Demon King as if she were his personal maidservant.

The priestess of Apollo, the god of light... Saintess Chryseis.

They placed all their hopes on taking away a large number of artifacts and materials used to forge the Holy Sword and Holy Lance by the sages and princesses of the Trojan royal family.

At this moment, that beautiful face, more captivating and delicate than any goddess in the heavens, bowed respectfully before the Demon King, showing no reaction to the arrival of the heroes, and not even glancing in their direction.

It was as if what lay beneath them was merely a group of insignificant, unworthy insects.

That beautiful and charming face did not inspire any admiration in the heroes; instead, they felt utterly terrified and loathsome.

"Cryseiis—!!!!" The hero Aeneas suddenly roared, breaking down first among the heroes who were usually quite calm and collected.

Aeneas, the only one who was the first to notice Chryseis's abnormality, and who had spoken with the woman in private and chosen to believe her, now had his pupils contract and sway violently, and he let out a series of excited roars.

"Why, why are you in that spot?!"

"You...deceived me?!!" The use of "I" instead of "we" here is quite clever.

Aeneas was clearly referring to his previous conversation with Chryseis.

But his threat back then seems so ridiculous and absurd in the context of his current situation.

...Aeneas, his face contorted with rage, was about to rise and fulfill his promise: if he discovered that Chryseis was deceiving and toying with them... he would kill her!

When this son of the gods revealed boundless killing intent, he had only one thought in his mind: to kill the greatest traitor in Greece before him.

However, his body was completely suppressed by the Black Knights. They were bound by special tools, making it impossible for him to recover his strength. In addition, the Black Knights themselves had been enhanced, so they were able to completely suppress this demigod and prevent him from moving at all.

Even so, Aeneas continued to struggle frantically, repeating the process of struggling, futile, struggling, futile.

finally--

Chryseis, above, spoke, her voice sweet and gentle, "No, I didn't lie to you. Hero Aeneas—I have indeed forged the Holy Sword and the Holy Lance!"

As she spoke, Chryseis slowly took something out from under her robe, then held it up in front of her.

As dazzling white light and golden radiance appeared on the plaza, a sword-shaped weapon with a powerful energy fluctuation that anyone could feel appeared on the high platform.

Suddenly, a rainbow of colors appeared in the sky above Mycenae.

Divine weaponry—!

After just one glance and a fleeting moment, all the heroes confirmed it.

The magnificent colors can captivate one's heart at a glance.

It is like the most perfect aura naturally born from the planet, the strongest weapon that any hero will fall in love with at first sight, and be reluctant to part with!