Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 82 You actually rejected me?

"No!"

"This won't do! It's too soft!"

"Aren't there any truly powerful bows?"

In the Trojan royal arsenal, Ang, like a vandal, snapped the bowstrings of several bows in one go.

Whether it was the Amazonian warriors who accompanied him or the armory officer who led the way, they showed no sign of impatience; on the contrary, their expressions of surprise and delight grew even stronger.

Unfortunately, Troy's enemies could never be considered human.

In the sky, the Greek gods were fighting, and on the ground, those who rampaged were also descendants of the gods.

In this exaggerated battle of the gods, the power of mortals is truly insignificant.

With the Kratos suit on, Angle's absurd 80 points of strength allow him to achieve what only the most remarkable heroes of this era could do: "Smashing a Lion with his bare hands," meaning he can tear a lion apart.

"Thump!"

Although this bow, which looked quite impressive, was imbued with a faint aura of divine power and was an excellent work made by a nymph (a secondary goddess in Greek mythology) under the command of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, it still couldn't withstand someone's immense strength.

The bowstring broke again.

This time, everyone in the room held Ang in the highest esteem.

"Great hero! Please follow me," the armory official said.

Following this guy, the group arrived at a side hall.

Logically, the best weapons should be in the core area of ​​the armory; what's placed here must be less important items.

The moment the door to that small armory opened, Ang knew why.

It was filled with weapons and equipment that were not human-sized.

The official solemnly declared, "This is a hunting bow from the Cyclops!"

The name is too difficult to pronounce; there is a name that is easier for Ang to understand—Cyclops Bow.

There were two generations of Cyclopes: the first generation were the sons of Uranus and Gaia, whose skills were construction and craftsmanship. They were stubborn and violent.

They can forge excellent weapons and are renowned for their strength.

The second generation of Cyclopes was a small tribe living on a remote island. One of the giants was Polyphemus, a well-known figure in Greek mythology, the son of Poseidon, the god of the sea, and Toossa, the sea nymph. He kidnapped the famous Odysseus and his companions, blinding them in their attempt to escape his cave.

The Cyclops bow in front of us is clearly from the second-generation Cyclops.

The smallest bow here is still an insane 1.8 meters long. For second-generation Cyclopes, who are generally five to six meters tall, this thing is about the same length as a small horse bow used by humans. It might even be for a baby Cyclope.

Even so, ordinary people would find it cumbersome to carry this thing, let alone draw it.

This is almost the same size as the bronze spears of ordinary Trojan spearmen.

The bow was likely made of the same type of yew wood as Crete, sturdy but with a slightly rougher craftsmanship, while the bowstring was clearly made from the tendons of some kind of sea creature; Ang could even sense a faint divine quality contained within it.

Well! In the Greek seas, if you find a particularly powerful sea monster that's an eyesore, it's most likely the offspring of Poseidon's haphazard creation. After all, the Greek gods never spoke of reproductive isolation.

With his exaggerated arm span and strength eight times that of an average person, Ang easily drew the bow to its fullest extent.

"Great! That's the one."

"It's yours, Mr. Kratos!" the official said with a smile.

几乎是官员话音落下，安格就系统弹窗了：【恭喜宿主获得了史诗级武器（独眼巨人弓）：装备力量要求70，弓箭伤害250-648。弓箭自带特效（破甲Lv3）、（神性穿透Lv5）。】

This bow is large, heavy, and requires high-level skills, but aside from truly divine equipment, it is the best weapon that Ang can currently obtain.

On this day, Ang obtained the Cyclops' weapon, and the news spread quickly throughout the city.

"Have you heard?"

"The portal has finally summoned a great hero."

"A great hero? How strong?"

"He can draw the Cyclops' bow!"

"hiss--"

To the average person, strength stats are invisible. In this age where divine beings are everywhere, you can't tell who the real powerhouse is just by looking at them. After all, the Greeks have an all-star lineup, while Troy's strongest hero, Hector, has just died, and another prince, Paris, was previously soundly defeated by the enemy. The Trojans are all feeling insecure.

Even knowing that this mysterious Kratos might not be very strong, some people are still willing to place their hopes on this hero.

Only Ang himself knew that there was a fundamental difference between him and the top-tier divine heroes.

Following the Trojan servant to the temporary lodgings arranged for him, Ang politely declined the offer from the Amazonian female warrior who was accompanying him.

Honestly, this girl is pretty good. Her looks would be an 80 out of 100. The only downsides is that she's over 1.85 meters tall and Ang is worried that her six-pack abs might get caught in his hand. Otherwise, Ang has no complaints.

"After a victory, there's plenty of time to celebrate, isn't there?"

In short, the other party readily agreed.

Ang didn't expect that, despite instructing his Trojan servants not to receive any visitors, a slender woman still came to his room in the dead of night.

Not to mention the loud sound of the door opening, even the footsteps that are typical of ordinary people could not escape Ang's perception.

As soon as the mysterious woman entered, she saw a pair of cold, even cruel and hostile black eyes gleaming in the darkness.

"I apologize, Mr. Kratos, I meant no offense. But my position is sensitive, and I can only visit in this way at this time." The woman's voice was incredibly beautiful. If the voice of the Black and White Canary was melodious and moving, then this woman's voice was even more beautiful, and it also had a noble and sacred quality.

However, she covered herself completely with a thick cloak, and even wore a thick black veil on her head.

"Speak," Ang said succinctly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kratos, is it still possible for him to leave Troy through the portal?"

"Why should I answer your question?" Ang's eyes remained cold.

The other woman's delicate body trembled, and she bowed deeply, intentionally or unintentionally displaying the sheer size and power of her chest.

"Troy has been besieged for ten years. Neither I nor the Trojans see any hope. Hector, the only pillar of the city's spirit, has just died in battle. You are the first person to visit this city in ten years, and a great hero who defied the gods' blockade to come here. I believe my only chance of escape lies with you."

"Interesting. What if I said I could leave?" Ang suddenly opened his right palm, revealing an energy sphere brimming with mysterious power.

"Take me away, and I'll be yours. I'll do anything you want!" The woman's hands trembled as she slowly lifted her cloak, revealing a curvaceous body wrapped only in two layers of white gauze.

The light was dim, and everything seemed hazy, as if shrouded in mist.

It is certain that the woman has a figure that is rare in the world.

Although he couldn't see clearly, Ang was certain that she was at least on par with Catwoman Selena.

No, he should be even above her.

The faint divine power emanating from her concealed a great deal of information.

Ang coldly pointed out her identity: "I'm sorry, Queen Helen. That's not enough. I have no reason to risk offending a host of gods, a large number of Greek kings, and even the Trojan royal family to rescue you."

Helen was stunned. Her beautiful, light blue eyes widened, and she said in a trembling voice, "You...you actually rejected me?"

(End of this chapter)