Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 89 [The Achilles' Heel]

Rain or shine, Lao Liu will be waiting for you!

Paris's vivid performance perfectly embodies what it means to be the sixth brother.

No, it should be said that Apollo, the sun god, is the sixth oldest.

With his keen senses, Ang had already noticed the subtle changes in the surrounding air. A faint divine aura was descending upon this area. If it weren't for the system notification, Ang might not have been able to detect it so easily.

After all, it's not something to brag about when you're attacked from behind, and the ever-honest Sun God would certainly be embarrassed to do such a thing (openly).

The arrow that would change the fate of Troy has arrived!

The battlefield was already in complete chaos.

Most people, blinded by rage, focus solely on the enemy at hand, and the notion of keeping an eye on everything around them is nonexistent. Moreover, no Greek believed anyone could outmaneuver the "invincible" Achilles.

Honestly, this was the root of Achilles's bad temper. If he hadn't offended Apollo, one of the Olympian gods, he wouldn't be in this mess today.

Just as Achilles was acting crazy towards Penthesilea, two arrows were silently shot out.

Why are there two?

Because someone was still worried, they fired another arrow almost directly following the trajectory of Paris's poisoned arrow.

The two arrows struck Achilles' heel with remarkable accuracy, almost one after the other.

The Aegean Sea has a hot and humid climate, and the ancient Greeks preferred to go barefoot or wear sandals. Even soldiers who liked to wear a type of half-boot called "Cortelnos" were simply flat shoes made of ordinary leather.

Unlike later medieval European knights, who often wore protective metal riding boots because their feet were frequently exposed to infantry attacks while riding, knights did not wear such boots.

This allowed the two arrows to easily strike Achilles' heel, one after the other.

Ironically, Paris's arrow was too small. It was meant to be a sneak attack, and his performance was terrible; the arrow was weak and limp.

It was clearly a poisoned arrow, but it only pierced the boot and didn't even manage to penetrate Achilles' heel.

As a result, Ang's second arrow arrived like a shadow, splitting the shaft of Paris's arrow from behind, and then, like a sledgehammer hammering a nail, plunged the poisoned arrowhead into Achilles' true vital point.

Suddenly struck in a vital spot, the maddened Achilles finally came to his senses—Ah! I'm going to die!

He let out a bloodcurdling scream!

"Who?"

"Who the hell ambushed me!?"

Achilles instantly transforms from the grief and remorse of "accidentally killing his wife" into the extremely violent state of "Achilles' Wrath".

His senses suddenly expanded, and the first person he saw was Paris, who hadn't had time to put down his bow after firing the arrow.

True demigods can even sense the law of causality.

You, Paris, poisoned me, and there's still a faint trace of Apollo's scent on you. If you didn't plot against me, then who was it?

"Paris! You bitch, you actually used a poisoned arrow?!"

A roar of 150 decibels is equivalent to the roar of an aircraft engine running!

Achilles's furious roar was tantamount to confirming Paris's despicable deeds. At this moment, almost all the powerful figures on the Greek side turned their angry gazes towards Prince Paris.

Honestly, Paris, having abducted Queen Helen, was already synonymous with despicable villain in the eyes of the world. Nothing he did that was surprising. But at this moment, no one expected Achilles to die.

Even if you are hit by a poisoned arrow, there are a hundred ways to remove the poison, from bloodletting to divine magic, what method won't work?

Aside from a certain time traveler and a certain sun god, nobody knew that if Achilles was hit in a vital spot, the damage would be 1000%!

Achilles' heel, in a sense, is a curse of the gods. Don't underestimate this mere heel; it's connected to his heart. Rage further accelerates blood circulation, and Achilles' death was already sealed. The only problem was that his incredibly strong body allowed him to retain some mobility.

This is a final burst of energy before death!

At that moment, Paris felt extremely wronged, knowing full well that his arrow hadn't even broken through the defenses.

It's like a maglev train going into a tunnel, with no walls on any side. And people still ask him if he's gone in?

Then someone even more ruthless came and shoved his arrow right in.

But the blame was still pinned on him.

What is Paris supposed to say?

(Ang: Just tell me whether you shot or not?)

Seeing Achilles, who had abandoned his divine sword and was charging at him empty-handed, Paris felt as if he were seeing a giant sea monster with its jaws wide open, lunging at him.

"Help! Someone! Protect me! Protect me—" Paris screamed like a woman.

Beside him, a dozen or so powerful Trojan guards abandoned their opponents and huddled together, protecting Paris with all their might.

"Don't be afraid! He's all alone!"

A person?

Is that so?

What's the use of having more people if you can't even break through the defenses?

Achilles, like a lion charging into a flock of sheep, began a frenzied slaughter.

When the fully armed Imperial Guard soldiers, weighing over 200 pounds, encountered him, they were like broken dolls thrown out, flying far away, blood spurting from their mouths and noses, their limbs bent and twisted, presenting a desolate and broken scene.

When the ferocious Achilles slaughtered all the Trojan guards and arrived before Paris, the Trojan prince was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and a foul-smelling liquid seeped from his groin.

"No, don't kill me! I'm the Trojan prince!"

"Die! You despicable scoundrel!" Achilles, knowing his time was running out, grabbed Paris's ankles with both hands without hesitation, lifted him high, and ripped him apart.

"Ahhhhh—"

In front of hundreds of powerful figures, Achilles tore Paris in two, starting from his crotch.

A horrific laceration stretched from his groin all the way to his abdomen, finally splitting open under his left armpit.

The foul-smelling entrails and blood splattered everywhere, turning the area within several meters into a bloody mess.

"Oh, oh, oh! Long live Achilles!" Many unsuspecting Greeks were still celebrating their commander's bravery!

Few noticed that Ang had cut down two more elite Greek soldiers and made his way to Penthesilea.

"Is he still alive?"

"I'm dying."

"Lend me your sword." Without further ado, Ang grasped the hilt of the divine sword that Achilles had plunged into the Queen's abdomen.

"Take it, as long as it avenges me." The queen didn't look at Ang; she stared at the god of death, Achilles, her eyes filled with resentment and hatred.

"You won't die, I'm still waiting to crush you."

The Queen was taken aback; she hadn't expected Kratos to still have the audacity to make such a joke at this moment.

The next second, she suddenly realized that Kratos was not joking.

Ang pulled out a clean white cloth and pressed it against the wound on her lower abdomen. As he quickly drew his sword, he not only covered her wound, but also emitted a strange magical power that rapidly healed it.

This is the power Ang obtained when he killed the witch. The witch's magic not only has killing power, but also a certain healing effect when released slowly. It's not very strong, at least below average.

enough.

"I...can't die?" Penthesilea looked on in surprise as Ang, holding the divine sword that originally belonged to the enemy, walked step by step toward Achilles, who had just torn Paris apart and was like a demon god.

"Achilles! Die—" With a deafening roar of 150 decibels, the man named Kratos drew the attention of everyone in the center of the battlefield.

Right before everyone's eyes, Kratos wielded Achilles' sword, and after Achilles turned to face him, he transformed into a blood-red rainbow, traversing ten meters to plunge the sword into Achilles' chest.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment!

(End of this chapter)