Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 805 - 299: The Indestructible Diamond_2
Chapter 805: Chapter 299: The Indestructible Diamond_2
Until this moment, Agamemnon had to believe that the voice just now might not have belonged to an Athenian general named “Achilles” leading an army in a surprise attack, but indeed to a powerful Demigod provoking them alone at the front.
Moreover, now, the opponent still blocked the outside of the encampment.
The old problem was solved, but a new bewilderment followed. What did the other party rely on to challenge alone at the camp?
Nowadays, with All Countries at war, nearly all the powerful Kingdoms of the era were involved.
For a moment, the force of Order enveloping the Mortal Realm surpassed any time in the past. No matter how strong the opponent was, it was absolutely impossible to fight against thousands on such a battlefield.
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As long as one was human, fatigue would come, injuries would accumulate, and one would eventually succumb to Death.
Therefore, in Agamemnon’s eyes, Achilles’s current actions were no different from courting Death, truly leaving one puzzled.
“…Come with me.”
Finding no answers, he had to personally go and have a look. Disregarding his King status, purely with the identity of a hero, Agamemnon also wanted to witness this unfamiliar Demigod.
But before that, he waved his hand, signaling the soldiers in the camp to move quickly.
Since he had come, there was no way he would leave so easily. The merit of capturing a Demigod alive was enough to overshadow the earlier vanguard’s mistake.
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Outside the camp, Achilles casually tossed the corpse of the fourth Mycenaean Aristocrat aside, then stacked it with the previous three.
The soldiers gathering around grew more numerous, yet none dared to come forward.
Everyone knew that entering an army alone was courting Death unless the intruder was of Unbreakable God’s body.
But how many people he would take with him in death, no one could estimate.
Thus, the soldiers’ fear seemed very normal… However, Achilles did not care about their reactions, he merely waited for someone truly substantial to arrive.
Judging from the current army’s reaction, they seemed to mistake him for an Athenian.
Yet, only Achilles himself knew that he had never gone to meet the new King of Athens.
On one hand, deep in Achilles’s heart, he looked down upon that Princess who had merely picked up a throne. On the other hand, it was because of his inner pride.
Since coming westward, the young man with an Unbreakable body, although determined to achieve immortal feats and make his name sung across the Mortal Realm, knew it was not something accomplished overnight.
Especially as someone still obscure, few on the great Earth recognized him.
If he went to Athens just like that, he might receive reception, or he might face contempt, but in any event, Achilles would inevitably have to showcase his abilities as if performing.
“But such attention, I don’t need it at all.”
“I am Achilles, so I will naturally make my name known in my own way, rather than making my power a tool for others.”
“By then, no performance needed, just appearing somewhere, the local Monarch would come to invite me at the table.”
Lightly flicking the spear tip, the lingering blood splattered away.
Achilles looked into the distance at the camp, sensing that an enemy of some challenge had arrived.
Presumably, it was the King of the Mycenaeans, very well.
The first battle of fame, to slay the Monarch of a great nation.
When he fell, both the Earth and the heavens, both mortals and All Gods, would have to recognize his existence.
“…Who are you?”
“Athens secretly harbors such a hidden ace?… But no matter who you are, since you slaughtered my subordinates, you must pay for this action!”
The voice came from the camp, and Achilles could detect the confusion and veiled killing intent in the tone.
Most heroes with divine blood coursing through their veins harbor extraordinary desires, finding it hard to curb their thoughts and conceal their renown.
Were it not for growing up amid Demigods and deities, Achilles feared he could not restrain the desire to exhibit himself.
“Who am I…”
“Heh, soon, you’ll ask this question no more.”
With a grin, the approach of a formidable foe only heightened Achilles’s excitement.
As troops gathered from all around, his blood surged within his veins.
He stomped his right foot, then lunged violently forward.
“Come—”
“Agamemnon, face my attack!”
Swoosh—
The distance of several miles seemed nonexistent, in mere moments, Achilles’s figure transformed from obscure to distinct.
The Mycenaean soldiers evidently hadn’t reacted, only Agamemnon and a few other generals were prepared.
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