The old man you see with your phone is highly suspicious.

On the deck, a bunch of heroes had a lot of question marks on their foreheads.

The oars on the small canoe were almost smoking as they rowed, and amidst the puzzled gazes of the heroes, they saw a handsome young man.

She has regular features, even considered pretty, the kind of girl who would be hard to distinguish if thrown into a crowd of girls.

After the Skyhawk slowly approached, the rope was thrown down, and the boy grabbed it and climbed onto the deck of the Skyhawk in a few steps.

"My name is Achilles, and I am destined to become a hero of Greece!" At less than 12 years old, Achilles showed no fear in front of a group of famous heroes, pointed to himself with his thumb, and made a bold statement.

He hasn't even learned the martial arts of his centaur teacher Chiron yet. He abandoned his centaur teacher and the girls his mother had arranged for him, and carrying his horse and equipment, he's rushing madly towards Troy, faster than even the centaur Chiron could catch up with.

“Hey kid, this is a ship bound for Olympus, not one you can board,” said one of the heroes in the crowd.

They figured their group was doomed, but there was no need for this brat to die with them.

"Being able to get here is worth dying for. And whether I'm qualified or not isn't up to you to decide. Want to have a go?" The little brat, less than 1.4 meters tall, twirled his spear and aimed it at the hero.

"Hehe, then I'll tell you, go back and learn your martial arts first before you come on this adventure!" The middle-aged hero was not to be outdone, and he prepared his spear and shield.

The other heroes around them also made way, just like in an arena, and had no intention of stopping the fight.

The two figures, one large and one small, collided. What was initially thought to be a one-sided match turned into a serious contest after a few exchanges, with the heroes watching intently.

Because Achilles was not instantly defeated, although he was initially at a disadvantage due to his inability to adapt to the opponent's strength, he quickly adjusted his posture and even gradually adapted to the opponent's offensive rhythm.

What drew the heroes' attention even more was the spear in his hand, a divine spear crafted by the god of fire.

The sounds of clashing weapons echoed incessantly on the deck, accompanied by cheers and applause from time to time.

Even Xue Luding, who was in the captain's cabin, was disturbed. He came to the deck and saw the two figures, one big and one small, competing, and was a little puzzled.

Are there any heroes on the ship who are this young? Or are they children who came aboard from the Greek escort ship at the rear when the ship was boarded?

But the more I watched, the more surprised I became. Towards the end, it was even the child who was beating up the middle-aged hero.

His spearmanship was second only to Hector's.

"Alright, let's stop for now," Xue Dinglu said, stopping the fight.

Achilles stepped back, his spear regaining its stance, though he was only slightly sweating.

Meanwhile, the hero on the other side was already panting heavily.

“You are the benevolent hero Cecyles, and I, Achilles, wish to join you, to join this ship of thunder, and to journey with you to Olympus,” the brat Achilles said, his voice tinged with pleading.

"Please, everyone, I'll do anything."

Chapter 55: The Prologue to the Seven Days of Destruction

Xue Dinglu's eyebrows twitched.

This statement might be normal in other civilizations, but in Greece, a place where people don't discriminate between meat and vegetables, it's truly hellish.

And Xue Dinglu didn't expect him to come.

According to historical records, the incident involving the golden apple occurred at the wedding of the parents of the great hero Achilles.

Xue Law had just disrupted the wedding of this child's parents, which in Greek terms would be considered an enemy. Yet, this child came to his "enemy" and said he wanted to form a fleet with his group.

"What's the reason?" Xue asked.

"Save the world, Captain!" Achilles shouted, seemingly without any attempt to hide his words.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

"I know you ruined my parents' wedding. My mother said that if it weren't for you, that golden apple would probably have caused even more terrible consequences. And all I wanted to do was save the world, nothing more." The kid pointed his thumb at himself, like a hot-blooded idiot.

The tense atmosphere eased, and all the heroes present breathed a sigh of relief.

They knew that the gods were watching them, fearing that this hot-blooded brat might accidentally let slip their true plan.

“Your martial arts skills still need further refinement, Lord Hector. Please train this brat.” Xue Luding looked at Hector in the crowd.

He suddenly remembered the special training he had done with the old ghost, but the current conditions didn't allow it. There was no jeep or cane, otherwise he would definitely find a way to give the current child a little jeep shock.

Hector nodded in agreement.

"You mean you agree?" Achilles made no attempt to hide the joy on his face.

"Come on over if you want it, and don't regret it later." Xue Dinglu said before leaving the deck.

Achilles excitedly put away his spear, looked at the heroes present, and smiled confidently.

“Let me spar with you, so you don’t die in the trial,” Hector decided, determined to teach the young hero a lesson.

After all, his reckless way of speaking just now had suffocated everyone present, and they almost thought that their true plan had been discovered by the gods.

The Sky Thunder sailed in the predetermined direction.

……

The next day, on the Sky Thunder in the Aegean Sea.

The fleet had now arrived at Alipotripa Island, the site of the second trial of the gods.

"The second trial is to go to the cave of Alipotripa, remove the thorns tainted with the aura of the underworld, and have a loving hero carry them on his back..." Circe, who was originally carrying out the new twelfth trial, sounded slightly unnatural in her voice at this moment.

Thorns tainted with the aura of the underworld will inflict pain dozens of times greater than that of being burned at the stake on anyone who touches them.

Now, she wants to see that beloved hero carry such thorns all the way until he comes before Zeus, the Father of God.

For some reason, her hands began to tremble.

"Let's begin."

The group entered the cave that connected to the underworld, and then wrapped a large bundle of purple thorns in leather.

One of the heroes was carried out. When he touched the thorns, he accidentally pierced his arm and fell to the ground in pain, his whole body convulsing and spasming uncontrollably.

This also made the other heroes realize the terror of these thorns, which could only be brought out wrapped in leather.

Xue Dinglu came to the hero's side and gently touched him. In an instant, the hero, who had been twisted by pain, was completely restored, but still looked at the purple thorns with a trace of lingering fear.

The pain seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow. No one would think that the hero's will was not strong enough. Everyone here was a hero chosen by Athena, and each of them had a legend of being stabbed dozens of times without changing expression.

However, the hero's will was instantly broken by the pain brought by the thorns, which made all the heroes present feel that they would not be much better off.

Only a few heroes with the ability to alleviate or resist pain showed a slightly normal expression, but they still looked solemn as they gazed at Thorn.

As the heroes looked at each other in bewilderment, Xue Dinglu stepped forward, about to reach out and grab the bundle of thorns to carry it on his back.

At this moment, all the heroes present stared intently at him, and Xue Dinglu's handsome young face showed a slightly painful expression, but that pain seemed to vanish in an instant, as if it had never appeared on his face.

“Xerides…” The group of heroes originally wanted to hand over their armor to him, but unexpectedly, Xue Dinglu took it directly.

The thorns pierced through the thin robe, embedding themselves in the skin, and the purplish blood stained the robe red.

Even so, apart from that initial slight pain, it seemed as if it never existed. With a heart as firm as steel, he headed back to the ship.

At that moment, everyone was shocked, even the heroes who thought they could rely on the armor created by the gods to resist pain were moved by that iron will.

Circe covered her mouth, and for some reason, tears slowly streamed from the slits of her eyes.

"He will die amidst the adoration of all." This was the prophecy her mother gave her, the hero she was destined to fall into, who would die amidst the adoration of all.

The second trial is now complete.

……

The Skybreaker sets sail once more, but now, the shadow of certain death looms over the heroes.

At this moment, Typhon, sealed in the deepest part of the underworld, slowly opened his hundred dragon heads and uttered terrifying words.

"On the first day, a plague was bestowed."

Throughout Greece, everyone's health seemed to deteriorate rapidly that day, with symptoms such as coughing and fever appearing one after another.

The entrance to the clinic was crowded with people. Following the instructions of Asclepius, the god of medicine, the doctors wore bird-beak masks and painstakingly tried herbs in an attempt to stop the plague.

Even the gods in the heavens seemed somewhat astonished as they watched the plague sweep across Greece in just one day and one night.

Six months ago, Olympus suffered a plague that even the gods could not withstand, and it was only Apollo who cured it. Now, the whole of Greece is being plagued by the plague.

What happened?

While the Greek gods were perplexed, Hades, outside Typhon's seal in the underworld, remained indifferent.

In just one day, the River Styx was already overwhelmed by the many wronged souls of the dead, and the culprit was Typhon, who had lost his own consciousness.

“My beloved brother, it seems you already know a lot.” A melodious voice sounded from behind.

Hades knew who it was without even turning around: his own brother, the current king of the gods, Zeus!

In fact, he came from the direction of his own Queen's room.

'This isn't the first time.' Hades clenched his fist slightly.

Zeus caught the fleeting murderous intent, but he didn't care. After all, this is Greece, this is normal, brother, you have to learn to adapt.

"Brother, what is your choice?" Zeus asked Hades, whose expression was grim, as if taking a leisurely stroll in the abyss where the Titans and Typhon were sealed. "Will you choose to be my enemy, or join me in creating a new era!"

"Do I have a choice?" Hades's hoarse, gloomy voice rang out.

“Haha, my beloved brother, you will still have a place in the new world,” Zeus said. “In the new century, the original abyss will be named Hell, and you, my brother, will still be the lord of Hell. You only need to give up your original status and appear as 'Lucifer'.”

"Lucifer?" Hades murmured the name in confusion. 'Lucifer' means 'star', but he didn't know why the lord of hell would be named after 'star'.

"Heh heh," Hades sneered.

Zeus left the Underworld, and when Hades returned to his palace, he saw the beautiful Queen of the Underworld, her face glowing with health.

"You're back so soon?" Hades seemed a little puzzled by Hades's behavior, her voluptuous body still slightly raised.

"Hmm?" Hades asked, puzzled.

"Weren't you just lying on top of me, all excited? You're acting really strange today!" Hades's question infuriated him.

He could easily guess that Zeus had transformed into his likeness!

The killing intent instantly swept across the entire underworld.

Chapter 56 Two Lines of a Greek Letter

Meanwhile, aboard the Skybreaker, sailing in the Aegean Sea, they docked at the port of a small island, preparing to exchange their treasure for supplies such as fresh water.