Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

"The black sun... the flowing creation of all things—meteorites falling from the sky, the destruction of the earth... and the desperate cries of countless heroes and warriors. He creates all things, he destroys all things—! He dominates the world!" The more he spoke, the more immense and terrifying it seemed, and sweat poured down his forehead beneath the black knight's helmet.

He couldn't understand what he was seeing.

That seemed to be a 'faulty history' that didn't actually happen on the Nordic continent.

And then there was the apocalyptic scene, beyond his imagination.

At this moment, the Black Knight was just like the Ultraman Tiga universe next door, who was learning for the first time that there was an ancient civilization more powerful than humans 30 million years ago—it was unbelievable.

Although this three thousand years is far less significant than thirty million years, the world-destroying impact of the scenes, and the fleeting, tragic image of countless heroes desperately trying to challenge an invincible figure...

These images had a profound impact on the Black Knight, enough to drive him to the brink of a mental breakdown.

And it was because of his glimpse into this past that he tried to see clearly the face of the man on the throne, facing away from the sun, who stood atop the towering giant, regarded by countless heroes as their final enemy.

The past images seemed to come alive suddenly. The figure on the throne seemed to have noticed him, turning his head slightly to the side, supporting his cheek with one hand, and casting an indifferent gaze without any emotion.

The moment its icy gaze fell upon him, an immense terror descended.

Then came the Black Knight's screams.

This is terrifying! This is terrifying...!! It's clearly just a past image, something that no longer exists, yet the image can move its gaze toward him! It's as if it's come alive, which is terrifying, and it brings such a tangible mental shock.

It's like watching a movie, and suddenly the characters in the movie turn around and seem to discover you through the dimensional barrier. Anyone would feel their worldview shattered and be utterly horrified by such a thing, and they'd probably get goosebumps.

Even in the future era of information explosion, this would be quite a chilling thing, let alone in the ignorant and barbaric ancient times.

Humans have developed an even greater sense of awe towards this mysterious power.

The soldiers began to stir.

They all knew that their superior was skilled in prophetic magic, but what did those terrifying words the other party was using mean?

They can understand it individually, but when viewed together, they cannot comprehend what the world the Black Knight depicted truly looked like.

That was—the world three thousand years ago?

Hiss~! !

Wait a minute, isn't their enemy a young human prince? Definitely not even thirty years old…!

But no one told them that they would have to face some terrifying humanoid creature that seemed to have at least three thousand years of life experience!

This monster is probably some kind of incarnation of a god!

No matter how confident they are, they wouldn't dare to challenge the gods as human gods.

"Who...who are you? It's impossible for a human to live for three thousand years without dying, and there's no record of such a distant era in recorded history," the Black Knight asked in a trembling voice.

He recognized the other party's appearance; it was indeed the target description that the delegation had specifically given him before they arrived. However, the Black Knight no longer dared to recognize him.

"Night—Frid, Czechoslovakia," the night began slowly.

"Impossible—!!! How could you possibly be Czech Fred? The seventh prince of the Volsung family?!" The Black Knight exclaimed in disbelief, his voice becoming incredibly anxious and hoarse.

The soldiers also started to get agitated: ? ? ? ?

Wait, sir—who did you say he was? This guy with all sorts of terrifying names from three thousand years ago is the…target we were supposed to fight?

Gulp... Many people swallowed hard, feeling a sudden sense of unease.

At this moment, their hearts were also roaring in unison with the Black Knight.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

How could this person possibly be Night. Czech Fried?!

Listen to how the Black Knight was described in his prophecy—'He' creates all things, destroys all things, and dominates the world!

And the desperate cries of countless heroes and warriors!

Which one here wouldn't terrify them, mere mortals? Is this depiction of a god, or some world overlord?

If such a person is identified as the 'enemy' they are facing...

A chill ran down his spine. The soldiers were indeed fearless in a life-or-death battle, but that didn't mean they were willing to die! Were they sure the king hadn't sent them here just to be killed?

However—at this moment, the soldiers vehemently denied that the person in front of them was their target.

But then Ye spoke again: "Civilization is something built up over the constant passage of time and countless human corpses. It's impossible for me to have any connection with ancient beings from three thousand years ago. Or do you believe that in a time far more distant than what we currently know, there existed an ancient civilization more powerful than the one on this land?"

Ye certainly knew what era the other person was referring to.

That's not just a simple leap in time, but a leap across the world, a worldview, and a long river of mythology.

He is now just Night. Czech Fred, and he would never admit to being some ancient relic thousands of years old.

The Black Knight was immediately stumped by the question.

To admit that past civilizations were far more prosperous than those of the future, who have already developed for thousands of years? His flushed face was thankfully concealed by his armor.

How could he, as a human being of this era, possibly admit the incompetence of human civilization almost regressing?

Seeing the Black Knight fall silent, Night didn't dwell on the issue, but instead changed the subject—

"Then, let me ask you... are you the soldiers that Sonos mentioned who came to attack my Gothic Kingdom?" Night asked casually.

At that moment, everyone present felt as if they were being pricked by needles, and panicked!

Huh? Me? Who am I?

What? You're saying we're a large army that's come to punish you?

Chapter 169 This arrow: The heroic figure of ancient Greece overlaps with reality!

—Who said that? How come they don't know they have such a mission?

Even though Ye did not admit that he was an existence from three thousand years ago.

But at this moment, the Black Knight and the soldiers didn't believe a single word of it.

The only thing that keeps the soldiers somewhat calm is that they believe their commander's prophecy is powerful and has never been wrong, but they haven't seen the same scene as the Black Knight, so they still have some doubts in their hearts.

At this moment, they all looked at their superiors, waiting for their orders.

In this situation, is it war or something else?

...Say something!

The Black Knight has been silent since he answered, and it's unclear what he's thinking about.

Or perhaps—the brain was suddenly exposed to an incomprehensible phenomenon, overclocked—and at that moment, the body's instinctive protective mechanism made it incredibly dull.

"What a pity—it seems you have no intention of fighting anymore. Then this attack will have to be enjoyed by others."

Night, which had lost its will to fight, was of no interest, but to give up so easily without properly repaying the Gothic Kingdom would be too much of a waste.

And then—in the next moment, in the soldiers' eyes, light gathered in Ye's hand, magic flowed—and finally formed the shape of a bow and arrow.

'What is this for?'

Ye's actions drew the attention of everyone present.

As elite soldiers, they need to be proficient in many weapons, including common guns and swords, as well as bows and arrows for long-range shooting.

When it comes to using a bow as a weapon, one must be thinking of attacking an enemy from a distance.

Using bows and arrows would be completely unnecessary if we were to attack them.

It was a longbow, its deep red magic power condensed like a blood-red blazing sunset, and its color extremely vibrant.

A crimson magic that seems to burn one's eyes...

No style, simple and unadorned—a pure bow of light...

And it was at that very moment that Ye raised his bow and arrow with one hand and aimed it at the sky.

The Black Knight's psychic instincts triggered a deep-seated recurrence of visions.

This time, the magical fluctuations caused at close range were even more enormous and terrifying, and to some extent, they even affected the surrounding soldiers and caused them to see the same scene.

That was in the distant 'ancient' era—

A figure standing on the battlefield, bow drawn and arrow released—a heroic arrow! In the instant it was released, the hero's limbs and bones shattered, bleeding and dying from exhaustion!

That shooting star streaked across the sky—a beautiful and breathtaking arrow that pierced the night sky and separated the Mediterranean Sea from the border.

Wow~! !

It was as if reality and dreams overlapped in a daze.

The hallucinations came and went quickly.

At this moment, to the soldiers' astonishment, that figure had become the night before them...

'What was that just now...?'

Before they could react.

The next moment, they watched as Night's finger rested on the bowstring of light, and a burning golden light transformed into an arrow.

Then—night let go!

……

The capital of the Gothic Kingdom, two days after the army set off.

King Higil the Elder actually dispatched not just the Night's army, but two!

Capturing a prince, a mere individual, would require more than a thousand elite troops...

More importantly, there's the mission of another, truly massive army.

This time, the entire Gothic nation has come out in force, their target being the kingdom of the god-like Volsung family.

The flames of revenge made the old king seem blind and reckless, but in reality, he had already set his sights on the land of neighboring countries.

He lost his best heir, so he should at least receive a reward commensurate with this grief, such as—the kingdom of his enemy!

Meanwhile, the Gothic army had already surrounded the Volsung family's territory much earlier due to the distance.

King Volsung chose to lead his nine sons into battle... As demigods, they were incredibly powerful. Even though they were outnumbered, they managed to hold off the Gothic army for a time through their individual bravery and fighting prowess.

But King Volsung had no intention of expanding his gains and launching a counterattack. Instead, he sent a letter to old Higil, seeking peace—wanting to avoid continuing the war!

This nice guy, no... in a way, is just old and a coward who has long lost the courage to be enterprising.

Otherwise, in the original myth, Volsung wouldn't have taken all ten of his sons to the Gothic Kingdom even after Sigourney warned him that his husband might harm their family.