Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 84 The Arrow of Terror

This was the Bronze Age, yet it gave Ang a surreal feeling of "the whole city is covered in golden armor".

Even without the occasional ray of sunlight filtering through the dark clouds, one's eyes are easily dazzled by the other party's brilliance.

In fact, the gleaming brass armor was a form of light pollution for both sides in the conflict.

but……

How impressive!

The Greek soldiers, lined up in neat squares, rhythmically raised their spears and slammed the butts of their spears to the ground, creating a surging, overwhelming forest of spears right before our eyes.

They cleared a wide passage, at least fifty meters wide, allowing the chariots carrying Achilles and other bigwigs to proudly drive into the battlefield.

Achilles, Agamemnon, Odysseus... weren't they all heroes and kings?

The Greeks' all-star lineup made the Trojans look rather weak.

Achilles, widely recognized as the most formidable fighter among the Greeks, is undoubtedly the center of attention.

The standard Greek breastplate is a simple design with a bulging bodice at the hem, consisting of two bronze pieces joined together at the shoulders. Above the hips and groin, the bronze plates bulge outwards, forming a distinctive bell shape, known as the "bell breastplate."

The problem is that the armor of other heroes is made of brass that looks like gold, but Achilles' armor has long transcended the realm of metal in the ordinary sense.

This is a set of divine armor crafted by Hephaestus, the god of craftsmen.

Although he and Agamemnon on the chariot next to him were both fully armored and armed with glittering gold, Achilles's suit was like the Unicorn Gundam, it could emit light on its own!

The Unicorn Gundam has a psychoframe that glows red, while his set emits a divine golden light.

Achilles' entrance, coupled with the orderly ranks of soldiers on both sides of him in the distance, resembled an airplane runway.

Even if Achilles shouted "Achilles, attack!" and flew up along the "runway" the next second, Ang wouldn't find it strange.

In Ang's view, when two armies are facing off, they should not first exchange harsh words, then insult each other's ancestors, or engage in a battle of wits.

Unexpectedly, after the two commanders-in-chief looked at each other from a distance, they almost simultaneously raised their swords and slashed down fiercely.

"Waaaaah—"

The bugle call to attack sounded, and the soldiers who received the order began to march quickly while maintaining their lines, closing in on the enemy.

Ang suddenly realized that the Trojans had lost their general and no longer had the will or the energy to engage in verbal sparring. With Hector dead, no amount of eloquence could possibly win against the Greeks.

It's been ten years since the siege began, and we've already exhausted all the words we could use to condemn it.

That would be better than a direct melee, where they could kill one or two Greek generals and maybe even boost morale.

In the case of Pentessilia, she also did not want her female identity to be discovered. If the other party went easy on her because she was a woman, it would be a great humiliation for the Amazons, a people known for their fighting spirit.

On both flanks of the battlefield, tens of thousands of infantrymen clashed.

The middle of the battlefield was reserved for the elite troops of both sides.

With both sides possessing divine lineage, this place can truly be called the "Stage of Gods"!

As the saying goes, when gods fight, mortals suffer. No one without some skill would dare to approach this central area of ​​about three or four square kilometers.

"Snap!" The charioteers lashed their whips, and the warhorses, in pain, broke free and began to gallop wildly.

The thunderous roar of the chariot wheels crushing the earth as it moved became the sole melody in the world.

Penthesilea, leading the way, was incredibly excited: "Haha! Kratos! Let me see your strength!"

Without hesitation, Ang began to draw his bow and nock an arrow from 500 meters away.

His actions surprised the Amazonian warriors on the four surrounding carriages, although Ang waited until the enemy chariots at the forefront were 300 meters away before he finally released his bowstring.

That's 300 meters!

Without exceptional eyesight and superhuman strength, who would dare say they could shoot an arrow that far?

Ang dares to do it!

The Eagle Eye Assisted Aiming System allowed him to lock onto the large fish located between several chariots from 500 meters away. With maxed-out basic archery skills and the Triple Shot buff, Ang finally released the bowstring.

"Thump!" A huge, resounding boom, like a heavy drumbeat, drew the attention of all the Trojan warriors around.

Here comes the outrageous scene!

A tall, dark figure arrived almost instantly.

It dodged the two charging tanks at the front and squeezed through a gap of less than half a meter.

By the time Agamemnon realized what was happening, a feathered arrow with a shaft as thick as an infant's arm had already shot toward his face.

Agamemnon's charioteer was naturally one in a million, and in the heat of the moment, he drew his broad-bladed bronze sword in an attempt to deflect the arrow.

Neither he nor Agamemnon behind him expected that this was not a single arrow, but a cluster of three.

An exaggerated triple-shooting technique sends three giant arrows flying at lightning speed.

When the rider blocked the first arrow, his tiger's mouth was already split open by the inhuman force coming from above. But he did not expect that the second arrow, which followed him closely, would accurately pass through his neck and instantly blast out a fist-sized blood hole.

The arrow, still carrying momentum, hurtled towards Agamemnon.

Agamemnon only had time to duck and dodge the terrible arrow.

As the King of Mycenae and commander of the Greek coalition in the Trojan War, Agamemnon had not experienced this feeling of being so close to Hades, the god of the underworld, in a long time.

Blood spurted out like rain from the back of the driver's neck. Agamemnon's nerves were on edge, and he instinctively turned his head to avoid getting blood in his eyes.

But at that moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and then the world spun around him.

Because Ang's third arrow first blew the head off the warhorse on the left side of the chariot, and then, just as Agamemnon was dodging, the arrow that pierced through the horse's head mysteriously pierced through a gap in the armor under his right armpit.

"Ah—" Agamemnon let out a piercing scream.

At least three hundred people heard it on this small battlefield.

That wasn't all. With the simultaneous death of the driver and a horse in Agamemnon's chariot, the Allied commander's chariot overturned on the battlefield.

This is a battlefield, a place where it's not surprising anyone could die.

The brilliance of this arrow lies in the fact that the Greek flag fell just ten seconds before the vanguards of the two chariot teams were about to engage!

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh—"

"Agamemnon is dead!"

"Long live Troy!"

The Greek warriors were initially skeptical of the Trojans' sudden burst of cheers. After all, all's fair in war, and they had used the old trick of announcing the enemy general's death more than once.

But it couldn't stop people from glancing at it subconsciously.

One look and it's all over.

As the commander-in-chief of the allied forces, Agamemnon's chariot was undoubtedly the most flamboyant. However, those around him not only saw the commander's flag fall, but Agamemnon himself was also thrown off balance as his speeding chariot suddenly overturned and rolled, flying forward and plunging headfirst into the ground.

The bow and arrow on his chariot had clearly died from the fall, and after rolling around several times, he lay hunched over beside his dead horse as if he had no bones.

This scene terrified the Greeks and inspired the Trojans.

"Well done, Kratos! Once I take down Achilles, I'll reward you handsomely tonight!" Penthesilea shouted excitedly.

In other armies, the assassination of their commander might have thrown them into chaos.

Just then, a golden "Gundam" emerged from the crowd and charged towards the Trojan convoy.

Achilles!

(End of this chapter)