I am a godslayer, not your hero.

The troops were arranged in a crescent shape, half surrounding the city of Troy, like a huge bow, ready to strike.

but.

No matter it was the Trojan warriors defending the city or the Greek army attacking the city, they were all in deathly silence at this moment. Their eyes were filled with trembling and anticipation as they stared closely at the life-and-death duel that was about to take place in front of the battle line.

Duel between the hero Achilles and the Trojan commander Hector.

The sunlight shining on the battlefield added a touch of tragic color to this epic confrontation.

Zheng!

The spear turned into a ray of death light, pierced through Hector's armor and pierced his throat.

Hector's body trembled, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Blood dripped from the tip of the gun.

The spear cut Hector's throat like lightning, but miraculously did not injure his trachea, leaving him with only a faint breath that was barely enough to utter his last words.

This was not out of Achilles' mercy, but to deepen Hector's despair as he headed towards the abyss of death.

Hector, lying in a pool of sand and blood, stared helplessly at the arrogant Achilles with his weak eyes.

Blood gushed out of his throat, like the candle of life gradually going out.

"You win... No last words, just give me the fatal blow."

Hector's voice was weak but firm.

Achilles narrowed his eyes and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was enjoying the pleasure of revenge.

"Hector, you shameless dog! You killed my best friend who was like me for half my life. Today I will make you pay for this serious crime. I will then ravage your corpse to my heart's content and feed your blood and flesh to wild dogs and birds, so that everyone in the world will know the fate of betrayers!"

Hector's breath was getting weaker and weaker, but he still used his last strength to persuade: "Don't do that, please hand my body over to my father and mother behind the city wall in exchange for a suitable ransom! This is not for me, but for your own honor!"

Achilles just laughed up to the sky, mocking Hector.

"Hahaha! The winner has to bully the weak!"

He raised his spear high, showing off his power, and stabbed towards Hector, intending to give him a fatal blow.

At that moment, the distance between the spear and Hector's throat was only a millimeter, as if the verdict of fate had already been made.

Clang!

A dazzling white line cut through the sky, like the fastest lightning in the sky, and hit Achilles' spear squarely.

There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the spear was knocked off balance by the sudden force. The tip of the spear was nailed into the mud beside Hector with a whistling sound, and it was only a hair's breadth away from taking the life of the Trojan warrior.

"who!?"

A sword blade, like a spreading wing, shining with holy light, gently struck the spear, not only deviating it from its original trajectory, but also like a touch of tenderness between heaven and earth, preventing the impending bloodshed.

Then, a woman in flawless white armor, like a Valkyrie from mythology, silently descended on the battlefield.

The movement was as light as a falling feather, landing silently without causing even the slightest ripples.

Edwards's face was grim and solemn.

Silently, the sword energy surged.

"Stop it."

Edwards' voice was cold and firm, like a clear spring in the mountains or the first snow in winter. It carried an unquestionable power that even the fanatical Achilles could not help but feel a chill in his heart. The rage that was about to tear the battlefield apart was slightly suppressed by this invisible force.

"A warrior should have the dignity and death of a warrior. Let this fight come to an end now."

Achilles immediately looked over, raised his spear and took a stance.

What a nice view!

Such a beautiful woman actually appeared on the battlefield.

Achilles was slightly stunned, and said coldly: "You are also a Trojan warrior, haha, it's just right, not only can you kill your enemy, but you can also get such spoils."

Edwards lowered his head and gave Hector a reassuring look before looking at Achilles.

"I belong neither to Troy nor Greece. Justice is the only basis for my actions. Humiliating the body of a defeated man is really a disgrace to your reputation as a hero. If you are willing to return his body, Troy will naturally give you a generous ransom. On the contrary, if you insist on having your own way, only this time, I will stand on the side of justice with Troy."

"Justice, justice! You are sick in the brain!"

Achilles impatiently swung his spear, which was like a stick, and danced with both hands, spinning like the wind.

The movements were as smooth as a dancer, and every swing carried the breath of death.

Edwards leaped back as fast as a feather and landed lightly beside the sword he had thrown before. His figure cast a long shadow in the sunlight, as if the god of death was chasing his prey.

Achilles leaped forward, using his spear like a pole vault, and in an instant he was above Edelweiss.

Edwards immediately picked up the silver blade and rushed towards Achilles with both swords in a cross shape.

"Don't underestimate my strong feet!" The wind swirled under Achilles' feet, and he shook the air suddenly, causing ripples. He took advantage of the air's force and spun around to avoid Edwards' cross slash.

As soon as he landed, Achilles was like a dragon soaring into the sky. His waist suddenly stretched out, his spine shook violently, his right leg quickly stepped back, and he stepped into the air as lightly and powerfully as a swallow. His right arm bent backward and stuck close to his body, with an arc like a full moon bow, ready to go.

With the spear in hand, it is like a dragon spitting out its tongue.

Achilles swung violently, and the tip of the spear cut through the air, making a sharp and piercing whistle.

call out!

The gun shot out like a dragon, cutting through the sky, leaving behind a dazzling golden light, like a meteor across the sky, brilliant but short-lived.

Edwards didn't even bother to look. As the double blades turned, a strong wind suddenly arose, forming a violent airflow that swept around, as if to swallow up all the air between heaven and earth. A hurricane rolled forward, shattering the dazzling golden light, like dust in a storm, which disappeared in an instant.

Bang bang bang!

The sharp blade cut into his body, causing Achilles to feel a sharp pain. It was a cold and sharp touch that seemed to cut his soul.

However, he was unharmed.

The glory of immortality shines on his body, and the myth of invulnerability is perfectly interpreted at this moment.

His skin was as hard as steel. No weapon could penetrate his defense, leaving only some insignificant marks.

After Achilles was born, his mother Thetis held his ankles and dipped him into the River Styx.

So Achilles was invulnerable to swords and guns except for the fatal point on his ankle.

"Divinity flows out." Edwards exuded divinity and injected divine power into the "Ceremony of the Covenant" in his hand. The forced causal interference of the contract reached its maximum value.

Invulnerable?

Just enough to make you faint from the pain!

Achilles read these words from Edelweiss's cold eyes.

"What a rude woman. I thought she was a slender girl..."

On the battlefield, Achilles was like an antelope being chased by a cheetah, dodging in a panic and agility.

Every turn.

Every jump.

They were all dodging Edwards' sword energy, their eyes fixed on the direction of the chariot.

Edwards' sword flashed like a poisonous snake, slashing at Achilles accurately and fatally again and again.

The sword light was cold and cruel, tearing through the air and making everyone present shudder.

But Achilles relied on his extraordinary physical skills and reactions to narrowly avoid the fatal attacks time and time again.

The Greek legions in the distance were all thirsty when they saw this scene.

What's going on with this woman?

It could actually make the great hero Achilles flee in such an embarrassing manner.

"Brother."

A white-haired girl took advantage of the chaos and quietly ran to Hector. She took out the healing medicine and poured it into Hector's mouth. She also pressed the wound on Hector's throat with her hand to stop the bleeding.

"Cassandra..."

Hector was barely breathing, and his vision gradually fixed on Achilles who had jumped onto the chariot.

"Xantos and Balius, move quickly!"

The two horses immediately pulled Achilles, like two lightning bolts streaking across the sky, leaving Edwards behind in an instant.

These two spirit horses are the children of the wind elves. They are so fast that they seem to be able to chase the clouds in the sky and even leave their own shadows behind.

Edwards's double blades drew silver arcs in the air, but ultimately missed. He could only watch the two spirit horses and Achilles gradually disappear from his sight.

At this moment, the chariot rushed around Edwards like a huge ship in the raging waves.

The wheels of the chariot spun rapidly, making bursts of roaring sounds, as if they were going to tear the earth apart.

call out!call out!call out!

Arrows came through the air, like meteors across the night sky, shooting towards Edwards.

The arrows cut through the air with a whistling sound, leaving behind silver trails.

Fast or slow, high or low.

"Haha, without a chariot, you will be stabbed like a hedgehog!"

Edwards gently raised the double blades, his posture elegant and calm, like a swan on the lake, slowly spreading its wings.

The slender waist twists, and every movement reveals an indescribable rhythm and beauty, as if dancing with an invisible melody.

The double blades kept dancing in her hands, spinning and leaping, interweaving into a series of dazzling trajectories, as if performing a gorgeous spiral dance performance.

The rain of arrows coming from all directions was like a dark cloud pressing down on the sky, dense and fierce, but it seemed powerless and fragile in front of this dance.

Edwards's double blades seemed to have life, accurately catching every flying arrow and knocking them down one by one. Even the slightest sound of the wind could not escape the control of the double blades.

The rain of arrows and the clash of double blades made no sound.

All forces were controlled to the limit without any overflow.

There is only this silent sword dance.

"------"

The entire battlefield fell silent.

The Greek warriors stared at Edelweiss dancing silently in the rain of arrows, and couldn't help but murmur: "Athena, have you gone to Troy?"

They couldn't help but think so.

"What a clever trick, but unfortunately, I have weapons from heaven that are enough to resist any attack!"

Achilles remained calm, raised the round shield high and placed it in front of him, like an indestructible monument, with unquestionable determination in his eyes.

The silver-white light instantly enveloped the chariot, like the dawn, illuminating every corner of the battlefield.

"Muse, please sing praises to our weapons!"

Achilles' voice resounded through the sky, carrying an inviolable majesty.

"This set of armor and shield was carefully made for me by my mother Thetis, who asked the blacksmith Hephaestus to do it for me!"

The shield was forged from five overlapping bronze plates, as solid as a rock and as stable as Mount Tai.

The breastplate was as dazzling as a burning flame, the armor was embellished with gold decorations, and the silver greaves were made of tin, shining with a cold light.

These are all masterpieces of Hephaestus, the god of blacksmithing.

dong dong!

The wheels rolled over the ground, making a deafening sound, and rolled towards Edwards as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.

The light was like a blessing from the gods, making Achilles' armor shine brightly.

On the battlefield, he was like a walking god, inviolable and unshakable.

"Come on!" Achilles shouted, "Let me see if your sword can shake my celestial armor!"

The white hem of his clothes was blown up by the wind. Edwards' eyes narrowed slightly, and he conveyed the request of "mobilizing troops" to his spiritual suit. If all goes well, the strings should respond.

When faced with the weapons of gods, it is natural to fight back with the same divine weapons!

"No, I'm already here."

Unexpectedly, this time it was not any troops that were transferred to Edwards' side, but a gust of spiritual wind blew.