Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 94 The Trojan Horse (3rd update)

The old King Priam was filled with endless emotion.

However, the man standing on the chariot, Kratos, was the great benefactor who shot down Agamemnon with an arrow, avenged his son, and pulled Troy out of the abyss of destruction. Even though this bald man's face was full of arrogance, the king could only treat him with courtesy.

The old king spread his arms wide and raised them high: "In the name of the gods and the ancestors of Troy, praise be to you! Great warrior Kratos! Your valor makes the earth change color for you! Makes millions of Trojans fall at your feet—"

The charlatan's remarks naturally received a thunderous response from the Trojan soldiers.

"Praise be to you, Kratos!"

After a ten-year siege and a severe shortage of supplies, the Trojans could no longer afford to scatter flower petals everywhere. But today, in their triumph, they pulled out brass armor plates they had seized from the Greeks and tossed them into the air.

Its glittering golden appearance is absolutely awesome.

Ang really wanted to complain: You guys look cool scattering copper pieces right now, but you'll be crying when you pick them up later.

Here, horns sounded and drums played.

The Trojans at least put in a lot of effort to hold this triumphal ceremony.

Ang was quick to respond; with a wave of his hand, two Amazonian warriors carried Achilles' body up.

"Your Majesty! We present you with the body of Achilles!"

Of course, the armor was stripped off, and Ang naturally put on Achilles' armor to declare his possession of the spoils of war to everyone.

The old king's eyelids twitched slightly, but his words were unambiguous: "Thank you! Warrior! You have allowed my son's soul to rest in peace!"

He then changed the subject, continuing, "The despicable Achilles once desecrated my son's body. However, we Trojans are different from him. Desecrating the dead easily incurs the displeasure of Hades, the god of the underworld! Therefore, we Trojans, as the victors, I—your king Priam—have decided to pardon Achilles' body."

Since he, as the father, didn't want to engage in the desecration of a corpse, the other Trojans naturally had no objections.

Moreover, displaying generosity and kindness has always been the exclusive right of the victors.

Immediately, a general came up and waved his hand, ordering the Greek soldiers to take Achilles' body back.

The king gazed at Angle's Spartan-style Kratos suit, his eyes filled with complex emotions. Finally, he spoke: "Thank you! Warrior! Your victory brings unparalleled glory to Troy. Come, enjoy this glory that belongs solely to you, and revel in this grand feast!"

The old king spoke very politely, but Ang could sense a clear sense of estrangement.

Indeed, it was the Spartan king who started the war. And it was the Greeks, led by the Spartan king, who inflicted heavy losses on Troy. How could the old king possibly trust a Spartan warrior?

So, both the red-faced and black-faced are your Spartans?

Of course, the formalities still need to be done.

The old king approached kindly and gently took Ang's hand: "Well, great warrior, are you interested in joining Troy?"

The king's invitation was completely insincere, offering no specific official position, no tangible benefits, and he didn't even offer Ang a single cake.

Interesting, this is exactly what Ang meant.

"I came here at Penthesilea's invitation to help. Now that Achilles has been killed, my mission is complete. If Your Majesty permits, I will depart after the banquet."

"This...so soon? Why not stay a few more days, at least to enjoy the warm hospitality of us Trojans, and then witness the defeat of the Greeks!"

The king's next sentence is actually the key. He said he wouldn't let Ang go no matter what, as long as the Greeks wouldn't back down.

Seeing that the Amazon queen beside him also seemed to want to dissuade him, Ang relaxed his expression: "Then let me see just how enthusiastic the Trojans are."

The grand banquet has begun!

Food that even the king himself would not normally eat was served plate after plate.

Honestly, having tried Chinese cuisine, Ang found the pickled food and bread made from stale grains served by the Trojans to be utterly inedible.

But this was already the best food the Trojans could provide, so Ang wouldn't mind too much.

The only highlight was the old wine from Troy.

Most wines, if stored properly, improve with age.

Watching the somewhat sallow and thin dancer perform with such energy, Ang couldn't help but laugh. The Trojans' attempt to put on a brave face was rather comical.

Pentesilla was injured and had to seek treatment.

Furthermore, Ang did not see Helen.

It makes sense, really. To the Trojans, Helen had long since transformed from a fairy into a witch. A rational person would know that the Greeks coveted Trojan lands. But the average Trojan would certainly blame Paris for bringing trouble, for abducting Helen, this jinx.

Now, Helen has even killed Paris.

Ang could foresee that Helen's days ahead would be very difficult.

On the contrary, the two Amazonian female warriors, because they had to fight, had been eating well for a long time. Not only did they feel great to touch, but they also kept snuggling into Ang's arms.

At the banquet, countless Trojan heroes and generals came to toast him, and Ang, relying on his good physique, drank a large cup with almost everyone.

If the Trojans hadn't acted recklessly, this history could have been corrected.

The next day, after a hangover, Ang was awakened by a huge commotion. In his dazed state, he didn't even notice that the two Amazonian women beside him were still fully clothed.

The marks they left on each other were probably from vomiting all over each other.

He groggily got up, and when Ang stepped out of his dormitory and saw the giant wooden horse that had been moved to the city center square, his heart sank.

coming!

The Trojan Horse is here!

The foolish Trojans, however, believed that these were their spoils of war.

"The Greeks have retreated!"

"The great hero Kratos killed the Greek commander Agamemnon yesterday! The Greeks were so scared they ran away in a panic."

"Amazing Kratos!"

The entire palace was filled with excited Trojans who were spreading the good news.

Only Ang, the person involved, felt utterly shocked.

If the system hadn't failed to display any notification about killing Agamemnon, and if he hadn't known the world-famous story of the Trojan Horse, he might have even believed it himself.

Now that rumors are circulating that he killed Agamemnon, all he wants to say is—

No! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!

Ang's face was ashen, and when placed in the leather case, he had a blank expression.

Just then, Penthesilea's voice rang out: "Hey, isn't this the great hero Kratos, who double-killed the Greek coach and his top general?"

Looking at the smiling queen, Ang asked with utmost seriousness, "If I told you that Agamemnon is definitely not dead, what would you think of the Greeks' withdrawal?"

(End of this chapter)