Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 852 - 334 Charge

Chapter 852: Chapter 334 Charge

After many days of delay and considerable expense,

the plan to besiege the city had finally yielded a result.

When the nations dispersed, their forces regrouped at once, inspiring and rewarding their soldiers.

Although the Trojans were willing to undertake the crucial task, it did not mean that the other kingdoms could relax.

A vast number of armies, harbingers of gruesome conflict, prepared to pave the way for the offensive led by Priam’s son, Hector.

When the sun rose again from the east, countless dark spots approached again from afar, nearing the pass in the Aigaleo Mountains.

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There were no exchanges, no superfluous movements.

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The roar of battle cries sliced through the clouds and slowly drew closer to the fortress.

Under the watchful eyes of the church Priests, the loosely formed soldiers struck against the stone city walls like a tide against a dam.

Arrows imbued with elements fell from the high walls, then were weakened by ninety percent by various divine lights and soaring vital energies.

Only the remaining force hit the dispersed line of soldiers, leaving dozens of corpses on the ground.

“…”

“Indeed… It seems, just as Lord Ilos said, the alliance is indeed ready to launch a real assault.”

“At least from the current stance, they clearly no longer care about sustaining some casualties.”

Dressed in military attire, the sword hanging at her waist,

Andrea stood atop the watchtower of the fortress, overseeing the entire situation.

Unlike before, this time the allied forces evidently moved beyond mere probing.

Just looking at these advancing soldiers, one could tell they were different from those before.

“Our knights are also ready; as long as there’s no issue on the other side, we will follow at once.”

“Of course, the Trojans are not foolish, and their current king is not a madman like his father.”

“It’s just that between the life of his lineage and his kingdom, he will ultimately choose himself.”

“After all, only if he survives, Troy remains his country.”

Standing high and looking far, as the planner and executor of this entire strategy, Iapetus was naturally present here observing.

Everything was moving in the direction he wanted, as he had said.

Yet while responding to Andrea, the God of Speech also noticed the caution and doubt underlying her words.

Yes, doubt, but that was perfectly normal.

After all, even setting aside himself, Priam’s stance was in fact quite indeterminate.

No one knew whether he had truly made up his mind, apart from Iapetus who was certain that his speech had taken effect; even the wisest of rulers might suspect this to be a deception.

The Trojans could change their stance at any time, and Athens had no room for error.

“Your Majesty, for now, wait; Priam is not someone who treats death lightly.”

“Otherwise, on the day he ascended to the throne, he could have sacrificed his life to atone to the deities, which would have been enough to reverse the Olympian Gods’ prejudice against their kingdom.”

“Since he has not done so, it demonstrates that at least he does not wish to die yet.”

Speaking soothingly, Iapetus slowly continued,

“No matter how, in this battle both sides find the prepared pitted against the unprepared, the elite against the unguarded, the advantage lies with us.”

“If we find the right moment to strike from the city, although it is not possible to completely defeat the armies of all countries, we can instill distrust among them, ensuring they can no longer trust one another.”

“Hmm… Indeed.”

“What Lord Ilos says is sensible.”

Nodding slightly, after all, in various senses, the God of Speech, now in human form, was a vassal of Athens.

Andrea vehemently expressed her trust and approval, but also quietly gripped her treasured sword.

Theseus’s legacy, the symbol of future kings of Athens.

A connected feeling travelled up from the sword hilt, the power of lineage pulsating through it.

Unless something unexpected happens, today Andrea would personally enter the fray.

If Priam acts accordingly, she would naturally amplify the results.

She would personally enter the battlefield, doing what she usually disliked.

But if it turns out to be false, there would be no difference.

After all, as the monarch of this era, whether victorious or defeated, there was never a reason to merely watch while warriors risked their lives.

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“Hiss hiss…”

“Quiet.”

She softly chided, slightly releasing her own presence.

Several miles behind the alliance, Hector soothingly patted his steed, borne of the sixth generation Divine Blood.

Gazing towards the ongoing battle in the distance, the young hero’s eyes were bright.

Before long, he would be fighting there.

“Father, have you really made up your mind?”

Thousands of the most elite knights followed behind Hector; strictly speaking, they were all kindred by blood.

After all, in this era, most aristocrats bore Divine Blood, differentiated only in potency.

Shared lineage and relentless training resulted in a formidable unity and invincible might.

For Hector, it was no surprise; if he were to lead them in a desperate charge without regard for the lives of the knights behind him, even the fortress built on the Aigaleo Mountains would be breached by their formidable power.

This was what the alliance hoped he would do, yet it was also what they always shirked.

After all, the effect of power was never one-directional; hence, when the earth energies of the high mountain were recklessly shattered by the power of the demigod lineage, the resultant backlash would not be bearable by ordinary people.

Hector might not die, but he would definitely be injured.

And on the battlefield, the one who is injured is often in the most peril.

The knights behind him would suffer as well, their unified aura briefly and completely disrupted.

Scattered knights amounted to little more than marginally effective soldiers.

“Father, I rarely question your decisions.”

“But you must understand, the kingdom is far from Athens but near to the Mountain of the Gods.”

“If we truly take this step, unless the Goddess of Wisdom and Athens truly win the final victory in this war, no matter the outcome, Troy will inevitably pay a price…”

“I know.”

Whispering, Priam looked at his son.

He was shrouded in armor and helmet, his original appearance no longer discernible.

Yet, through the gaps in his faceplate, Hector’s eyes were still visible.

“My child, I hope you remember that we are demigods.”

“God-King Zeus is our ancestor, just like those other kingdoms.”

“Therefore, we have become monarchs of a nation and have ruled them until today.”

“But what does that matter—”

“Of course it does, because kingdoms exist only because demigods existed first!”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was very forceful.

Taking a deep breath, Priam shared his internal deliberations.

“Gods existed before humans.”

“Therefore, if humans can’t give faith to gods, then humans’ existence is meaningless to gods.”

“As beings between humans and gods, it’s the demigods that led to the formation of families and nations.”

“If a kingdom can’t serve my purpose, what use is it to me?”

“So, my child, ask yourself, if this were not your kingdom, if it were for Phoenicia, Qatar, or some other country,”

“would you still be willing to fight to the death, until the end of your life?”

“…”

There was no response; Hector’s eyes under his faceplate looked back at his father.

He didn’t know if Priam truly felt this way, or if it was just a simple fear of death.

But regardless, if he could forsake his father’s life, how could he be eligible to struggle for Troy?

If he could give up his father for the kingdom, then he could abandon the kingdom for humanity.

Hector didn’t consider himself to be so noble, hence he simply nodded and then tightened his grip on his weapon.

“I will bring us victory, Father.”

“Go.”

Priam nodded in relief and promised, “Go, go win the glory that belongs to you.”

“Victory will eventually be ours, but I will age, and you will be crowned king.”

Hector didn’t reply; he wanted to say he wasn’t fighting for succession, but after thinking, he decided not to refuse.

Lifting his spear slightly, the next moment, a surge of fiery blood erupted around him.

Almost simultaneously, as if a signal was given, the uniform sound of metal clashes rang out.

Thousands of knights clad in heavy armor lowered their visors and lifted their weapons.

Even without extraordinary power, even placed in the mortal realm of later ages,

when thousands of heavily armored knights started moving, there were few countries in the same era that could match them.

The confusing threads of destiny allowed this scene to unfold in the era of classical mythology, and the battlefield under Aigaleo mountains was their stage.

“Justice—!”

“Mercy—!”

“Fearless—!”

“Sacrifice—!”

“…”

Seven streaks of divine light fell upon thousands, and at this moment, the priests sent by the Alliance Army of All Countries had no idea what the knights before them were about to do.

They simply followed the requests of the kings from various countries and bestowed the blessings of deities.

Until all blessings had ended, Hector’s eyes finally turned cold.

Because he knew these priests were not deities nor among the few who could directly communicate with gods.

Although they could use divine arts, they were limited to manipulation, not perfect control.

They could guide the effects of the divine arts before fully taking effect, healing pain or causing death.

But once the divine arts truly took effect on the recipients, they too lost the ability to control them.

Ultimately, these were priests who hadn’t even stepped into the “legendary” domain.

In the domain of godhood practitioners, “legendary” wasn’t much further than the demigods among demigods.

“…Kill.”

Thus, the horses began to trot, gradually accelerating forward.

Thousands of knights followed Hector in a wedge formation, launching into a charge.

The priests of the gods were right in front of them, and at this moment, Hector felt what he was doing was no different from what his grandfather had done.

One refused to deliver the dues to deities, while the other was prepared to slaughter the servants of the gods.

“… May the Goddess of Wisdom protect me…”

God’s servants slaughtering other gods’ servants—there was nothing wrong with that.

In the next instant, a sharp spear sliced through the throat of a priest.

Hector saw the unwillingness and disbelief in the victim’s eyes, and he saw many more priests struggling to unleash their divine arts.

But once the charge started, the only option for a knight was to press forward.

“Charge—”

“—for Athena!”

Shouting a rallying cry he himself couldn’t quite believe, Hector crossed over the bodies of the slain priests.

Thousands of knights headed eastward, directly toward the fortresses of the Alliance.

At this moment, the Alliance probably didn’t yet know what was happening here, and Hector didn’t plan to give them a chance to recover.

Ha… no wonder, since ancient times, the mortal realm has never lacked kings and heroes who provoke the gods.

Because only kings and heroes can come close to godhood, and with proximity comes conflict and grievances.

Regardless of whose fault it was initially, when Laomedon insulted the dignity of the gods, perhaps it was already destined what he would do today.

As for his own ultimate fate…

“…”

Warriors don’t need to think too much… so Hector kept moving forward.