Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 88 Achilles's Neurosis

Honestly, not everyone can withstand Achilles' spear.

Before the spearhead even arrived, an invisible pressure of wind rushed towards him. This violent, direct attack made Ang's scalp tingle.

In a maximum of three seconds, the spear will follow the raging charging chariot and pierce Ang's face.

When the Queen behind him saw Ang's eyes narrow, she almost thought he was about to betray his teammates.

Unexpectedly, the strange weapon in Ang's hand flew sideways and pierced a large rock by the roadside. The next instant, Ang, while driving, used the [Blade of Chaos] with [Rope Control] to lift a large rock the size of a millstone and hurled it at Achilles' face.

"I'm so angry!" Achilles was furious; he had never been treated like this before.

The opponent used dirty tricks both times in a row.

Unfortunately, Ang was just an assistant. On the battlefield, both sides would stop at nothing to stop the fighting; there were countless heroes who threw huge rocks at people, so he really couldn't say anything.

The problem is that Achilles was clearly at a great disadvantage by using the tip of his spear to strike the stone. Even divine weapons aren't used like that!

Left with no other choice, he changed his thrusting technique to a sweeping motion, smashing the stone with a single shot.

At that moment, Penthesilea's meteor hammer arrived.

"Bang!"

Despite not having broken through the defenses, Achilles was once again tragically knocked off the chariot.

"Good—" the queen roared with exhilaration, greatly boosting the morale of the surrounding Trojan warriors. In this engagement, they managed to inflict a 30/70 casualty ratio. More than seventy Greek chariots were either overturned or had their crews killed.

Troy had the upper hand in the game.

"Well done, Kratos!"

Ang smiled and nodded: Should I tell you that I always win first place in Mario Kart because of my driving skills?

No, no, no, it's because—I'm playing an item race!

Unfortunately, things don't happen more than three times.

Just as the queen was making her third attempt to bring down Achilles, he decided to stop playing the game openly.

"call out!"

Before Ang could act, Achilles threw over the warhorse that had died on the battlefield.

Not just one, but several.

After Ang barely managed to steer the car around the obstacle, Achilles actually fired his divine spear at him like a javelin.

"Holy shit!" This time it was Ang's car that got smashed.

"Bang!"

Blood splattered everywhere, and wood chips flew everywhere.

The carriage that Ang was driving was essentially destroyed, along with the horse.

Ang confirmed that Achilles' strength was at least 150 points.

Demigod? That's fucking outrageous!

Previously, Ang essentially smashed someone's Rolls-Royce with a bicycle, which was indeed satisfying.

But when he himself was hit in the face by a Rolls-Royce, he suddenly realized that the Rolls-Royce was the real "money-powered" being from the divine realm.

In Ang's memory, the last bastard to throw away low-level artifacts like that was Gilgamesh.

Even though the chariot was smashed, Ang and Pentessilia were unharmed after a few skillful rolls; they certainly wouldn't have died a pathetic death like ordinary soldiers.

However, the real test is yet to come.

Achilles pulled on the reins, and the two incredibly intelligent horses reared up on their forelegs, bringing the chariot to a near stop.

Wielding his golden greatsword, Achilles leaped ten meters into the air, then stomped his feet heavily on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust: "Damn it! You killed my horse! Don't think you can just hide back in Troy like this!"

Ang grinned, having killed the man's horse, he had no intention of escaping easily.

Fortunately, the Queen is a responsible person.

Holding a shield in her left hand and a broom in her right, she resolutely stood between Ang and Achilles, and shouted in a low, neutral voice, "Achilles! Your opponent is me—"

Achilles pursed his lips, but still nodded in agreement.

He could kill Ang while he was at it, but he couldn't let the enemy's general go, so he deliberately lowered himself to settle scores with Ang.

In any case, this unknown opponent possesses an almost tangible aura of divinity, and is just one step away from becoming a demigod, making him more than qualified to be his enemy.

To deal with Ang, his followers naturally stepped forward.

To be fair, none of these Greek warriors were weaklings.

Aside from the heroes with names and identities, the rest of these guys are incredibly experienced in combat. They will instinctively block or dodge any slightly straightforward attack from Ang.

They were absolutely excellent warriors, but unfortunately they ran into Ang.

The result of pushing the Godslayer template to its limit is that his strength is incredibly close to that of famous divine descendants who have divine blood flowing through their veins. However, he has no divine radiance, which makes it difficult for heroic-level powerhouses to lower themselves to deal with Ang.

Besides, Troy still has a lot of second- and third-tier heroes.

For a moment, they were playing ping-pong, and neither of them had a free hand to deal with Ang.

The titanium alloy "Chaos Blade," forged by Tony Stark, held a significant advantage in this battle. Bronze is inherently softer than iron, so to maintain sufficient hardness, the coppersmith had to shape the bronze sword into a short, wide blade.

Those who fight Ang are basically all people whose swords can withstand a single blow.

With 80 points of strength, Ang would often strike with a single blow, followed by a crisp clang as his short sword cleaved through the opponent's bronze armor, leaving a trail of red light that nearly cleaved the opponent in two.

After taking down five Greeks in one go, Ang collected a meager 2 points of [Willpower], along with some miscellaneous melee skills.

His bravery quickly attracted the attention of the Greek heroes. Just as Ajax was about to meet Angus, Achilles let out a shrill scream, which frightened everyone present.

Achilles had a loud voice to begin with, and he also had a somewhat eccentric personality.

When a friend is injured or dies, he sometimes cries out in grief all night and loses all will to fight.

When his people suffer from disaster, he sometimes becomes extremely angry, shouting and fighting fiercely until the very end.

His roar was like a 120-decibel thunderclap, startling everyone's eardrums.

For a moment, everyone thought he was going to "die" again.

What came into view was that he pierced the abdomen of a Trojan general with a sword, and even lifted the still convulsing body high into the air.

This was nothing out of the grand history of Achilles' conquests; his followers had witnessed similar scenes countless times.

But at this moment, tears streamed down his face.

Because when he saw the other person's helmet fall off, revealing a stunningly beautiful face that bore an eight-tenths resemblance to Wonder Woman, he truly regretted it.

"My God! What have I done? A woman as wonderful as you should have been taken to my palace and given birth to a dozen of the strongest babies in the world! I should have discovered you were a woman sooner!"

"Die... Achilles..." Penthesilea cursed, spitting blood all over his face.

But Achilles was such a madman; he was incredibly irritable and quite emotional.

After his close friend Patroclus was killed by Hector.

He avenged his friend, then tied Hector's body by the feet to the back of his horse, dragged the body around his friend's coffin three times, and offered twelve captured Trojan youths as sacrifices for Patroclus's burial.

To desecrate the corpse of a hero was completely contrary to the rites of the Olympian gods, and he didn't care at all when he was scolded; he was just that kind of person who did things his own way.

Even though the Amazonian queen clearly hates him to the core, this guy has gone crazy and is confessing his love to the dying queen on the battlefield.

Don't forget, it was he who pierced Penthesilea's stomach with his sword...

Just then, Ang finally witnessed the scene he had been waiting for. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, the Trojan prince Paris, under the cover of his attendants, secretly raised his bow. The arrowhead, which gleamed with a strange color, was clearly coated with poison.

(End of this chapter)