Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 83 Humanoid Gundam Achilles

Helen had every reason to be proud when she said that.

She was Zeus's daughter.

When Helen was just twelve years old and had just blossomed into womanhood, her beauty was unparalleled in Greece, and many men with heroic reputations tried to abduct her.

The influx of suitors led to infighting and nearly resulted in the dog's brains being knocked out.

Finally, all the suitors agreed to decide who would marry Helen by tossing a ring, and all of them swore that they would never take up arms against Helen's husband and would do their utmost to help him if he needed assistance.

After all the suitors accepted, the Aegean leaders who had come to propose chose Menelaus, the cuckolded king, by tossing rings.

However, later, Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, in order to compete for the title of "most beautiful goddess," agreed to let the troublemaker, the Trojan prince Paris, seduce Helen, which led to the grand story of Helen being abducted by Paris using his divine power and sailing east to the Aegean Sea.

Helen's beauty even captivated Zeus, her father, so she had absolute confidence in her appearance and figure.

To her utter surprise, Kratos rejected her.

As a true princess, how could she bear it? Especially since she still held the crown of Queen of Sparta.

How could she possibly lower herself until the very last moment?

Helen trembled all over, her red lips beneath the veil moving incessantly. She stared intently at Kratos's indifferent face, but still couldn't utter a single harsh word.

"I once thought I married for love, I pursued love, even God told me it was love. But in the end, I discovered I was nothing more than an excuse for war. This is me, a tragic woman. Of course, you have no obligation to save me. If, if that day truly comes..."

"Hmm?" Ang pricked up his ears. He was very curious to know what kind of tough talk the famous Helen could come up with, such as saying something cowardly but actually doing something tough.

To everyone's surprise, Helen went completely limp.

"I will come to beg you one more time."

Beautiful tears streamed down her face; honestly, this scene would break the hearts of most men.

Unfortunately, Ang's way of thinking was completely different.

As the favored son of Gotham City's number one playboy, his aesthetic threshold has been raised to a very high level; he's long past the age where he can't resist a beautiful woman.

Besides, you don't even show your face, how am I supposed to know if you're Helen Keller herself?

There are differences between different Cao traitors.

Cao Cao's taste was absolutely authentic, while Ang's was much less palatable.

Even if Helen is very beautiful, theoretically she would have been with Ang three times already. Ang wouldn't be so foolish as to do something stupid for her.

He wouldn't mind bringing Helen along if it were just a side trip, but if it was too much trouble, then forget it.

Before becoming a true god-killer, Ang will make his decisions very carefully.

As for the fact that Helen, the daughter of a god-king and queen of Sparta, had to sell herself to survive, whether this was a matter of human nature ("Suka") or morality ("Britain"), that was not something Ang was interested in studying!

The next morning, ominous dark clouds rolled across the distant sky, as if a giant divine hand would descend from between the clouds at any moment and crush the entire city of Troy to pieces.

In the square in front of the Trojan palace, it seemed that the king's imposing presence made everyone bow their heads obediently, but in reality, no one had any confidence.

Pentessilia was indeed a renowned battle queen.

However, her record on the surface was far inferior to Hector's.

King Priam of Troy was filled with emotion as he gazed upon the Amazon queen, clad in heavy golden brass armor and wearing a full-face helmet, making it impossible to discern her gender from her appearance.

He knew that this valiant queen was trying to make the enemy disregard her female identity in this way, so that the enemy could fight her fairly.

He admired her courage and loyalty, but felt sorry for her.

The king seemed to see the shadow of his own son, the one who had personally handed the Trojan banner to the brave and fearless Hector, personally placed the laurel wreath on his head, and personally bestowed glory upon them.

But today he is going to give all of this to a successor who is less capable than his son.

This feeling is very complicated!

He proclaimed loudly, "Whoever slays Achilles will receive anything I can offer as a prize!"

Pentesyl raised her head, stubborn as a child, her gaze seemingly piercing through the thick clouds of the opposite sky, seeing the dawn of victory.

"I will not fail Your Majesty's favor; I will fight Achilles to the bitter end. Either he dies, or I perish!"

The Queen's resolute voice made the twelve Amazonian heroines who followed her grit their teeth, raise their swords in excitement, and shout in unison, "Victory or death!"

Their rough voices provoked the Trojan guards around them. As former close associates of Hector, they could not suppress their anger and raised their weapons, shouting three times in unison.

"Until death do us part!"

"Until death do us part!"

"Until death do us part!"

The atmosphere was right. Penthesilea, seated atop his horse-drawn chariot, waved his hand and roared, "All troops, attack!"

This army of 30,000 men immediately sprang into action.

This is a desperate army.

Morale is barely enough to be used.

If the game drags on too long, or if we lose another match, then there's no point in playing anymore.

The Amazon queen certainly understood military strategy, but her absolute power made Prince Paris, who was accompanying the army, lose face. After all, she didn't even glance at Paris.

Instead, she turned to Ang and extended her hand: "Kratos! I've heard you're a master archer! Would you dare to be my archer?"

"It's my pleasure!"

In Greek warfare, cavalry were rarely seen. After all, the Aegean Sea is bordered by winding coastlines and numerous islands. In such an environment, it was difficult to find suitable places for large-scale horse breeding.

Warhorses were so precious that the Greeks rarely formed organized cavalry units, instead using them primarily to pull chariots.

The two horses were covered in thick bronze horse armor on their front half, and they were pulling a three-person carriage.

A charioteer, an archer, and a spear-wielding warrior.

Not just anyone can ride in the Queen's carriage... cough, I misspoke, not just anyone can ride in it.

In this era, the ability to draw a strong bow was a symbol of military power.

Without hesitation, Ang grabbed the Queen's hand and easily leaped into the car.

Sure enough, he received envious glances from Prince Paris.

But Ang had no time to spare, because the city gates had opened.

The opening of the massive city gates, coupled with the long, drawn-out sound of horns, would wake up any Greeks on the other side who weren't dead.

After a ten-year siege, there were hardly any opportunities for a sneak attack.

The Greek camps had long been built like huge wooden cities.

Seeing that the Trojans were no longer hiding behind the magnificent city walls, the Greeks would be more than happy to engage in such a decisive battle that would wear down the Trojans.

The Greeks on the other side were even unwilling to send more troops, and instead sent out 30,000 men, forming three huge square formations, to face the Trojan army from afar.

Standing beside the Amazon Queen, Ang was able to see the general opposite him from the best angle.

Achilles!

Ang is willing to call it a humanoid Gundam!

(End of this chapter)