Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 87 Item Race

As the saying goes, "A flurry of actions as fierce as a tiger, but only 250 damage." Well, saying that Penthesilea's A attack forcibly deducted 1 point of health is still too much. After all, she broke Achilles' armor.

This is something even Hector couldn't do.

Pentessilia's achievements were all thanks to Ang's miraculous three arrows!

This rapid-fire technique even surpassed that of Hawkeye, the original owner of these archery skills.

This is not a blasphemy against Hawkeye, but rather that Hawkeye could not possibly be as omnipotent as Ang, who could also imbue his weapon with fire elemental power and create a magical explosive arrow.

Unfortunately, that’s all.

Penthesilea stared in disbelief at the monstrous Achilles before her. Ang looked at her, feeling as if she were about to shoot her eyes out of their sockets like bullets.

No one in the entire room understood the Amazon Queen's extremely awkward situation as clearly as Ang. To outsiders, this attack undoubtedly showed that she had the upper hand.

Why?

It's true that she failed to break through her defenses.

However, the effects of forces are mutual.

It's like a car crash.

She regained her footing, naturally becoming Achilles' energy absorber. The force of that shot, amounting to tons, landed entirely on him.

Everyone around saw Achilles being stabbed by her spear and sent flying high into the air.

"Ohhh!"

"Achilles has been defeated!"

Regardless of whether it is true or not, the Trojans will shout first.

Honestly, the Greeks were so terrified that their hearts stopped.

Unfortunately, the Trojans' joy lasted less than two seconds.

Achilles was indeed stabbed off the chariot, but before he even hit the ground, he launched a counterattack in mid-air.

The two-meter-long golden spear swung in mid-air in a brilliant semi-circle, sweeping fiercely towards the Queen.

The Queen and Ang reacted quickly enough to duck and dodge the attack, but the Amazon warrior charioteer on the chariot wasn't so lucky. She and the chariot's banner were simultaneously cleaved in two by the immense force.

Seeing that the chariot was about to go out of control, Ang gritted his teeth and took the reins, while pushing the driver's half-dead body off the chariot—don't call it cruel, this is standard procedure for chariot crew members, and everything that is in the way of the chariot must be cleared.

This is a scythe-wielding chariot, with a long, curved blade mounted on the axle of its wheel. If it were to pass by, it could disembowel a person.

In these chariot clashes, falling off a horse or chariot often meant certain death.

"Go back! Kratos! Go back!" the Queen shouted.

"Are you sure?" Ang could feel the tremor in her voice.

"I'm sure! I must kill Achilles!" The Queen clearly sensed the power of the other's [Body of the Styx], but she could not allow herself to desecrate the honor of the Amazon warriors.

Without a reply, Ang, like the other chariot drivers who had finished their charge, began to pull on the reins in unison.

If one could look down from the sky, one would see that the chariots of both sides turned left simultaneously with perfect coordination, turned around, formed a new formation, and charged at each other.

Ang's horsemanship was subpar, but luckily he was the true center of attention, and the Trojan chariots all made way for him, galloping alongside. Even the mighty Prince Paris's chariot could only follow behind, eating dust.

All the riders saw Penthesilea holding her spear high and heard her passionate roar.

"For Troy! Kill!"

A single charge brought down Agamemnon and Achilles, but the unsuspecting Trojans had no idea that the balance of power had never actually shifted.

At least on the surface...

The advantage has (lost) in my hands!

They're really into it!

They were all yelling and screaming like they'd been injected with chicken blood!

Only Penthesilea's mouth was filled with bitterness. She suddenly placed her left hand on Ang's shoulder: "Kratos, you're a good man. I'm beginning to understand why Hippolyta trusted you so much!"

Ang replied casually, "You flatter me."

"Achilles' body is blessed by the goddess; I can't break through his defenses. I'm afraid I'm going to die here today." The queen suddenly whispered the truth: "What a pity! I was originally thinking of going back and pinning you down for a spin. To be honest, never having touched a man in my life is my biggest regret."

Ang couldn't suppress his urge to complain: Are all Amazon women this unrestrained? Is that female warrior a fake Amazon?

He could only say awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty! I'm not the kind of man who enjoys being pinned down by a woman."

The Queen paused for a moment, seemingly incredulous at Angle's rejection, then it dawned on her: with Kratos's ability to shoot down Agamemnon, wouldn't he be an honored guest in any country? At the very least, he'd be a general.

As a Spartan, even if he immediately switched sides to join the Greek coalition, he would be quickly accepted.

After all, both sides believed in the Greek gods, and they could switch sides by swearing an oath to the gods.

Ultimately, it was she who was rude.

The Amazons are a matriarchal society, and as queen, she once looked down on any man.

Unfortunately, after being severely beaten by the gods and society, Penthesilea, now living under the roof of others, has learned many things that he could not learn in the Amazon clan.

After a ten-year siege and repeated defeats, even the highest spirits were worn down.

Her voice suddenly softened: "Alright! If I can get back alive, I don't mind being pinned down by you."

Legend has it that the Amazon queen, who took pleasure in hunting men, actually uttered such words, which shows just how desperate she must have been.

"Your Majesty, don't give up! I've heard a secret about Achilles' weakness. Of course, it's unverified."

"Um?"

"If you really can't beat him, you can force yourself to open your vital points, take one of his swords, and then play dead. Leave the rest to me."

"Fine! I'll listen to you this once!" Pentessilia didn't believe Ang, but she really had no other choice.

This time, she didn't use a spear, but instead used a meteor hammer that was bigger than Ang's head.

This thing was definitely a niche item on the Greek battlefield.

In a sense, in the era of cold weapons, this was a "physical holy sword" specifically designed for armor penetration. Even a thousand years later, European noble knights could wear three layers of armor, and ordinary sharp weapons really couldn't kill these iron lumps.

At this point, even if the meteor hammer doesn't kill you with a stab, it can still kill you with a shockwave, making it a deadly weapon for penetrating armor.

However, the meteor hammer has a serious flaw—it's too slow. Wielding it means you're destined to be the first to strike by a spear.

Speechless, Ang pulled the reins with his left hand and pulled out a knock-off [Chaos Blade] with his right.

The Queen gave her an appreciative look.

Ang is going to take the first hit for her.

Achilles' first strike was something no ordinary strongman could withstand.

On the other side, Achilles, who had once fallen off the chariot, managed to summon back his two immortal warhorses, who were connected to him by a telepathic bond. With a graceful flip, he got back onto the chariot.

He launched another charge, and upon seeing that the unknown but ruthless enemy had switched to a flail, the Greek warrior, without a word, grabbed his spear and charged.

Penthesilea's heart clenched—could Kratos withstand the first blow? Was I asking too much of him?

(End of this chapter)