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Therefore, this stalemate is exactly what Zeus wants to see.

Her plans were thwarted time and again by that mortal, which fueled her desire to achieve victory even faster.

She was indeed getting impatient.

Standing against the King of Gods at this time is not a good thing; the timing is far from ripe.

Having figured this out, Athena's anger immediately subsided.

She bowed slightly to Zeus.

"Father God, I lost my composure."

As Athena turned to leave the Golden Palace, laughter echoed behind her before she had gone far, filling Zeus's Golden Palace with a joyful atmosphere.

Poseidon's laughter was the clearest, as if he had deliberately made sure Athena could hear it.

Athena's lips curled into a slight sneer, her bright eyes filled with mockery.

She didn't stop, and went straight down the path, leaving the Golden Palace...

Once the city gates closed, the beach battle officially came to an end.

The initial ambush was perfect, but some sore losers kept cheating, so the final result was only so-so.

The Trojans suffered 500 casualties, but four heroes survived.

The allied forces suffered over 8,000 casualties, lost over 100 chariots, and seven heroes, including Hercules' friend and Greece's greatest archer, Philoctetes.

Judging solely from the casualty ratio, this was a resounding victory.

But Hector was not very satisfied.

According to his calculations, if the gods did not intervene, the casualties on his side in this battle should be less than one hundred.

Moreover, despite the high casualty rate, Troy actually suffered a significant loss in the long run.

The coalition forces have the support of the Greek states. They lost 8,000, but another 20,000 can be brought in.

But behind them was only the city of Troy, and the fallen soldiers could hardly be replenished. In the end, the number of Trojan soldiers would only decrease.

This is the tragedy of a city fighting against a nation.

Moreover, having lost their beach position, the Trojans had no way out.

Fortunately, the Trojans were wealthy, and the city was built to be incredibly magnificent.

The city walls, in particular, are nearly twenty meters high, large enough for four or five people to walk side by side. They are filled with molten gold and silver, forming numerous runes that can effectively resist various magical attacks. Even a god would have to pay a huge price to collapse them.

Neither the Trojans nor the Greeks knew that the King of the Gods wanted to turn this war into a bloody meat grinder, eliminating any heroes who might threaten the gods.

Therefore, Zeus would never allow any god to directly collapse the city walls and disrupt his plans.

The brutal siege did not immediately begin.

Before the Greek coalition forces had even set up camp, men immediately rushed out from among them in chariots.

This man was none other than Menelaus, the king of Sparta, who suffered the most.

"Paris, you cowardly Trojan, you have abducted my wife, and now I challenge you to a duel!"

"Duel! Duel!!"

The Spartan warriors behind him immediately struck their bronze shields with their weapons, producing a series of piercing noises, while shouting in unison.

In an instant, a tremendous roar soared into the sky, and a terrifying force slammed down on the Trojans on the city walls.

Some of the young recruits turned pale and almost dropped their weapons.

The Trojan soldiers on the city wall were talking amongst themselves, but their expressions all seemed a little strange.

Menelaus was a man of short temper, and when he received no response, his bald head turned red with anger, and he began to roar.

"Paris, you dare to steal my wife, yet you dare not face me? Are you even a man?!"

You spineless coward!

The Spartan warriors behind him once again roared in unison.

Standing on the city wall, Hector picked at his ear with his finger and said casually:

"You really want to see my brother?"

"Hmph! He stole my wife, and I challenge him to a duel—it's a right granted to me by the gods!"

Menelaus snorted.

Hector stared at him for a long time, his eyes strange, as if he were looking at something rare and unusual, before finally throwing out a remark.

"Don't regret it."

He then turned and walked towards the foot of the city wall.

A while later, just as Menelaus was getting impatient and about to order an attack on the city, the city gates slowly opened.

A chariot slowly drove out of the city, followed closely by a troop of soldiers.

The chariot soon came to a stop opposite Menelaus.

“I brought my brother Paris…”

Menelaus said with a fierce expression:

"Soon, we will begin now, in the presence of the gods, to conduct this sacred decision..."

But before he could finish speaking, Hector turned slightly to the side, and a figure appeared beside him.

Menelaus suddenly stopped mid-sentence, for the sudden appearance of the figure made him forget what he was supposed to say.

With fluffy short golden hair, an adorable little face, and a petite body, she nestled beside Hector, her eyes slightly brimming with tears, looking at him with a terrified expression, like a pitiful lamb.

This is clearly an extremely cute shota, even cuter than a loli!

Menelaus suddenly felt as if his heart had been struck by Zeus's lightning.

What a lovely person!

It made him even more excited than when he first met Helen!

I must have him!

Menelaus cried out in his heart, and the result was that his expression became increasingly ferocious, which frightened Paris so much that he hid behind Hector again, not daring to look at him.

However, Menelaus didn't care at all, or rather, he liked the soft and delicious little lamb.

As for Helen... who is Helen?

Chapter 754 Losing? That's impossible.

"Paris! Fight me now!!"

Menelaus put on a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, but even a fool could see the greed and possessiveness in his eyes.

Everyone else present, even the Spartan warriors he brought, looked at him with an incredibly strange gaze.

Agamemnon, watching the battle from a chariot not far away, had an urge to cover his face.

Brother, even if you're thinking it in your heart, don't reveal it in front of so many people!

Menelaus didn't care at all about the strange looks from the crowd.

All he can think about right now is how to turn that cute girl on the other side into his slave.

Menelaus couldn't help but rub his bald head excitedly at the thought of the wonderful nights ahead.

How could this guy possibly hide his dark desires from anyone?

A cold, murderous glint flashed in Hector's eyes, but his face remained impassive as he calmly said:

"Would the great Spartan king really fight a mere child?"

Menelaus hesitated for a moment, his mind, which had been filled with yellow waste, clearing up slightly.

Forcibly dragging a child into a duel in public is not a glorious thing; it will certainly be seen as a coward who only bullies the weak.

Sparta has always been known for its bravery and strength. If its king were to be branded a coward, the Senate would surely unite with the temple to depose him.

One cannot lose the king's crown for the sake of beauty.

Menelaus was fully awake. He rolled his eyes and pointed his axe at Hector.

"You're his older brother, aren't you? You'll fight me in his place. If you lose, your brother will become my slave!"

"it is good."

Hector replied briefly.

The killing intent in his eyes intensified, but he concealed it well, maintaining his nonchalant demeanor.

Menelaus pondered to himself, Hector was known in the Aegean for his wisdom, but he had never heard of any bravery.

Moreover, judging from his lean physique, he doesn't seem like someone who can fight very well.

Destroying Hector would not only get them that little darling, but it would also deprive the Trojans of their leader, making it easier for them to attack Troy.

There's no more profitable deal than this.

As for the possibility of losing, Menelaus never even considered that outcome.

He was the king of the Spartans, renowned for their bravery in the Aegean Sea. How could he possibly lose?

nonexistent!

"bring it on!!"

Menelaus roared, veins bulging on his forehead, and charged forward like an enraged bear, brandishing his massive two-hundred-kilogram axe.

Hector, with a relaxed smile on his face, patted Paris's head and, under Paris's worried gaze, casually raised his cross-shaped spear and charged forward.

Three minutes later.

Menelaus raised his battle axe and swung it down, but Hector used the butt of his cross spear to deflect it to the ground.

Using this momentum, Hector deftly spun around and thrust his cross spear behind him.

Menelaus was unable to pull back his strength, and his body leaned forward. As if he had delivered himself to the spearhead, he crashed into it with a look of despair.

puff!