Chapter 92 Demigod Ang (1st Update) (Seeking first subscriptions, rewards, and monthly tickets)

Laymen watch the spectacle, experts watch the details.

No one would underestimate Ang, after all, he was the unparalleled archer who wounded Agamemnon with an arrow.

If Ang had just killed Achilles with a single sword strike, relying on absolute speed and precise accuracy, everyone would have been somewhat surprised and shocked. This time, everyone truly saw it clearly.

Just as Ajax pounced, Kratos unleashed three strikes—the strangely shaped flame-like dagger transformed into a burst of fire in his hand.

With a tap, a press, and a squeeze, the speed was so fast that to outsiders it appeared as if the blade had split into three in an instant, simultaneously making contact with Ajax's bronze sword.

"Clang!" The three sword strikes seemed to merge into a single metallic clang, making Ajax's heart tremble.

This extremely fast and skillful move is very similar to the "receiving, neutralizing, and releasing" technique in traditional Chinese martial arts.

With an exaggerated combination of parrying and striking, he slashed down at Ajax the Younger.

If this Greek hero hadn't been so skilled and dodged the blade at the last moment, the blade wouldn't have struck his heavy, thirty-pound bronze armor, but rather cleaved his head into a bloody pulp.

Even so, Ajax the Younger could not be said to have retreated unscathed, until he was sent flying backwards in a sorry state, out of the range of Kratos's blade.

He was shocked to realize that his high-grade armor, crafted by a master craftsman and blessed by a priest, had still been pierced through, leaving a terrible wound on his left shoulder that was 2cm deep and 10cm long.

At this point, only a few seconds had passed since the two began fighting.

Achilles' death and Ajax's failure plunged the Greeks into a silent, deathly stillness.

To be honest, Penthesilea was truly ruthless. Her own abdominal wound hadn't healed, and she might even be bleeding internally. She actually thrust her spear into Achilles' fatal chest wound, lifted his corpse high, and shouted with all her might:

"Achilles has been slain by Kratos! The Trojans—in triumph!"

This time, it's not some bluffing nonsense.

As the most dazzling figure on the battlefield, Achilles's golden divine armor is his greatest symbol.

Now that Achilles' entire body is hanging down with his limbs dangling, and his body is being held high, who can be fooled now?

Not to mention that Ang also stole the most stylish luxury chariot in the entire arena, pulled by Poseidon's horse.

"Oh, oh, oh! Long live Troy!"

"Long live Kratos!"

The Trojans were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes. They abandoned their opponents, brandishing their swords and spears, and ran back like madmen.

Normally, in a battle of this scale, one side cannot simply retreat at will. If the rearguard is not properly secured, the enemy will pursue and attack, often resulting in a major defeat.

On the Greek side, the fate of their coach Agamemnon is unknown, their strongest player Achilles has been killed in battle, and after Ajax the Younger surrendered, not a single person stepped forward. How can they possibly catch up?

The Greeks stopped in their tracks, casting fearful and uneasy glances at the Greek heroes still standing there, yearning for orders.

All they received was silence.

The massive war thus ended in a "complete victory" for the Trojans.

On the towering walls of Troy, King Priam leaned excitedly against the battlements, straining his eyes to gaze into the distance.

When he heard that Achilles had been killed, he was somewhat incredulous.

When he saw his own soldiers crowding around Achilles' chariot and surging toward the city gate, and then saw the corpse that had haunted him like a nightmare for the past ten years, keeping him awake day and night, he was moved to tears.

Finally, I got my revenge!

Whose tears are flowing?

Trojans!

Achilles' death was nothing short of a Trojan victory in their eyes!

"Achilles is dead! Achilles has been killed!"

On the city walls, countless Trojan soldiers cheered wildly, their clamor reaching the heavens!

The king was so excited that he hugged the queen tightly. Just then, he suddenly realized: Wait! I don't see Paris's chariot!?

The massive gates of Troy were opened in grand style for the victors' triumphant return.

The wide avenue of the kingdom was crowded with wounded soldiers who looked excited, while tens of thousands of Trojans rushed over upon hearing the news, cheering wildly.

"Come on! Enjoy your moment of glory, Kratos!" Unexpectedly, Penthesilea snatched the reins from Ang's hand, making Ang pose and raise the divine sword he had taken from Achilles high.

Despite being a queen, she willingly served as Angela's charioteer.

Two Amazonian warriors who had survived the brutal fighting squeezed onto the relatively spacious large chariot. With one hand they helped lift Achilles' body, while the other hand rested somewhat restlessly on Ang's waist, as if their sinister hands might reach down at any moment.

Pshaw! You Amazons are really like this?!

The noise around me never stopped:

"Achilles, you've finally gotten your comeuppance!"

"Hahaha! You bastard! You're suffering the same way you treated our Prince Hector!"

The fanatical crowd attempted to break through the guards' lines, but failed. Perhaps due to the long siege and food shortages, they could not find rotten tomatoes, so they began throwing handfuls of mud at Achilles' hanging corpse.

Ten years!

How many decades does one have in a lifetime?

The Trojans used this method to retaliate against the body of Achilles, who had desecrated Hector's remains.

Ang looked at the excited Trojans, but felt out of place with them because of their different backgrounds.

The idea of ​​a ten-year siege was hardly a reality for him, a lost soul who had just stumbled upon this place.

He finally had time to check the system notifications:

[Congratulations, host, on successfully slaying the Greek demigod hero Achilles... Successfully absorbing Achilles' soul and undergoing the transformation through the Godslayer System, the host has successfully broken through the limits of the physical body and ascended to demigod status! Note—Since the host does not possess Greek divine blood, the power gained by the host is somewhat discounted.]

How terrifying are demigods? The data gives Ang the most direct understanding:

[Constitution 233, Agility 168, Strength 221, Intelligence 72, Perception 99, Willpower 136.] With the Kratos suit's [Constitution +5, Strength +12], he is now an absolute demigod-level powerhouse.

The imbalance in stats is unavoidable; after all, Achilles has never been a mage or a nimble killer. Furthermore, equipping heavy armor will definitely lower his agility.

Perhaps this is still some distance from Achilles himself, but these stats would at least be above average among the many demigods of Greece. He certainly can't compare to Heracles, but he could at least easily overwhelm well-known heroes like Ajax the Less.

Honestly, if Achilles hadn't suddenly gone mad and acted recklessly, plus Apollo and other gods hadn't secretly caused trouble, he definitely wouldn't have been able to steal the head of a top-tier demigod.

(End of this chapter)

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