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Chapter 56 Two Lines from a Greek Family Letter
At the same time, on the Tianting, sailing on the Aegean Sea, they docked at the port of a small island, preparing to use treasures to exchange for supplies such as fresh water.

There might not even be any need for treasure, since the legend of the Thunder's voyage had spread throughout Greece on the seabirds, and the king might provide the help for free.

The king of the island is said to have married one of Hercules' daughters, making him related to nearly half of the heroes on the ship.

However, when we approached the dock, there was no one to meet us, and there were not even any boats coming and going. The entire dock seemed dead silent.

All the heroes who got off the ship felt something unusual. They didn't know that in just one day, the whole of Greece had almost turned into a living hell. More than half of the people had fever, were infected and began to vomit. The vomit seeped into the groundwater and flowed into the Aegean Sea, causing a wider spread.

After entering the city-state, the tragic scene frightened everyone.

There were wailing and vomiting corpses everywhere, and the streets were filled with vomited and diarrheal filth, and this filth floated on the river and the Aegean Sea, forming a purgatory on earth that was comparable to hell.

Compared with the Ganges River in later generations, it is not much inferior.

The investigating hero immediately reported the situation back and covered his mouth and nose the entire time.

After hearing the intelligence, Xue Lufen, whose back was still oozing with blood, murmured, "It's actually gangrene and cholera..."

"Set sail! Set sail immediately! Rush to Olympus as quickly as possible." Xue Falun realized that this was not a normal plague, but the process of world destruction had begun.

"Make a simple rain-collecting device. For now, only eat fish caught in the ocean, and give them to me first." Xue Lufen arranged everything with a bundle of thorns on his back, looking a little weak.

Although the other heroes were a little confused, they did as they were told, and the fleet immediately left the archipelago and sailed away into the distance.

After leaving the coast, everyone's faces turned grim, and they gathered together and asked, "What on earth is going on?"

"This is God's punishment on the human world. We cannot intervene. We can only rush to Olympus as soon as possible and ask Heavenly Father to forgive our sins." Xue Lufen said this as if he were really a devout believer of Zeus.

In secret, they communicated in code: "The Seventh Chapter of World Destruction has begun."

Everyone had an ugly expression.

The predicted future is approaching step by step.

All the heroes who came to this ship did so to avoid such a future.

As that little Achilles imp said, they were going to "save the world."

Whether it was the desire to save the world or the genuine inability to bear the suffering of the world, this group of people embarked on a path of no return, a path to kill Zeus.

Even though I know this road will lead to death.

And from the perspective of the gods in heaven, the third trial was completed.

……

In the underworld, as the bells rang, Typhon in the abyss began to utter his second words.

"On the second day, grant war!"

A war broke out between Athens and Sparta, sweeping across Greece.

Both sides accused each other of being disloyal to the gods, which was why the plague was brought upon them. When no one could convince the other, Athens and Sparta started a large-scale melee with the full strength of Greece.

Dozens of kingdoms and city-states participated, and hundreds of thousands of troops began to fight like crazy.

There was no participation of heroes, it was just a war between mortals, but those mortals seemed to be possessed by Khorne, killing people cruelly. There was not a single deserter, and all fought to the death, some even smiling when they died.

"How dare they! Who told them to start the war!" Agamemnon, the king of Greece, looked angrily at the extremely bloody war on the distant island. That was not normal, whether it was the bloodthirsty soldiers like monsters or Athens and Sparta who started the war without authorization.

Agamemnon, the King of Greece, and Menelaos, the King of Sparta, were both on the Thunder, yet such a war could still break out.

However, this is just the beginning.

"On the third day, grant hunger." All the food began to rot and mold in just one night. Panic and fear swept across all of Greece. Countless people infected with the plague knelt on the ground, praying for mercy from the gods and for the grace of Zeus.

The fleet of the Tianting encountered the Scylla sea monster in the sea. After destroying four escort ships, the great hero Hector finally killed this sea monster, which was famous in Greek legend, with his spear.

However, not long after killing the Scylla sea monster, the Tianting fleet encountered a storm, and several escort ships sank forever to the bottom of the Aegean Sea.

It just so happened that those sunken ships carried their limited fresh water and food.

The originally stormy sea soon calmed down, and the gods all showed excitement when they saw the heroes struggling and suffering in the wind and waves.

Perhaps, this is one of the few pastimes for the gods in their long lives.

For the gods, the heroes who defeated the sea monsters and the fleets that defeated the wind and waves, their legends are comparable to the Argonauts decades ago, and their legends continue.

But for the heroes on the Tianting, it was fatigue, thirst and hunger.

Heroes have already started to get injured, and even the cursed blood can't heal the injuries.

When facing the Scylla sea monster, one hero had his entire shoulder torn off. Even though Xue Law activated the injury and pain transfer of the Cursed Blood immediately, he only managed to stop the bleeding and heal the arm. The lost arm would never come back.

"So, kid, this is our journey. Do you regret it?" Hector asked, knocking Achilles' shield away with the spear in his hand.

In the previous battle with the Scylla sea monster, Achilles always resented himself for not noticing the giant claw hidden on the side of the ship, which resulted in his colleagues being seriously injured. If only he could be faster, even faster!
"I will never regret coming to the Tianting. I only regret that my martial arts are not good enough!" He continued to roar, and the spear in his hand was like a dancing dragon.

"when!"

The spear was knocked away and stuck in the deck. Hector put his spear to his throat and said, "You are not good at forehands, your backhands are weak, and you have lost your mind. In a real fight, you only want to win by brute force and speed. You have thrown your original martial arts skills to the wind."

Achilles fell to the deck, and he only resented that he was unable to save his best friend at that time. Regret and resentment filled the mind of this 12-year-old boy.

But now he was awakened by Hector, and he went back silently to pick up his spear and shield.

Hector was not good at speaking. He didn't know how to comfort this child whose strength on the Tianting was almost second only to his own. He just sat with him silently, looking at the Aegean Sea under the sunset and the endless horizon in the distance.

At this time, Odysseus came to them, handed each of them a piece of papyrus and a piece of carbon, and said: "Everyone, write down what you want to send to your family. Today may be your last day."

"A message to your family?" Achilles took the papyrus and charcoal and looked at Odysseus dully.

"A suicide note," Odysseus said directly. "Cedrus arranged for each of us to leave one last copy. Whoever is still alive among the 32 of us will take everyone's suicide note back home. This is the last letter we leave in this world."

Achilles stared blankly at the thin papyrus in his hand. At this moment, he may have realized the weight of death, which was just a piece of papyrus.

"So you regret it, little devil?" The big hand next to him covered his head. Hector seemed to have written his suicide note and rolled up the papyrus.

"Do you regret it?" Achilles looked at the papyrus in his hand, then looked at Hector who had already stuffed the paper into the seam of his armor, and asked: "What did you write?"

"This thing, if someone else sees it before I die, it will be meaningless." Hector looked at the sunset, his dead fish eyes seemed to emit the decadent atmosphere of a middle-aged man, and his big hands rubbed the hair of the little ghost next to him.

"So if you give up, we will find a nearby island to drop you off tonight. You can go home and don't have to participate." Hector continued to persuade the child.

He really admired this child. He definitely didn't have such courage and martial arts when he was his age.

So he hoped that such a child would survive, at least until he grew up and reached the peak of his martial arts.

"Didn't we agree to go to Olympus together?"

"We agreed to form a lifelong fleet, don't abandon me without permission!"

Hector's words of persuasion seemed to arouse the little devil's rebellious psychology. He quickly dodged Hector's hand and wrote his suicide note on the papyrus.

"If you just happen to lack my fighting power in the end, then your deaths will be in vain, right?" Achilles also followed Hector's example and rolled up the papyrus and stuffed it into his armor.

(End of this chapter)