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Without hesitation, he picked up his sword and swiftly severed the statue's neck.

Looking at his head, which had fallen to the ground and shattered, Achilles breathed a sigh of relief, feeling much better.

Bah!

On the golden palace of Olympus, a crystal goblet fell to the ground and shattered instantly.

The glittering fragments scattered and danced, reflecting Apollo's furious face.

The golden palace fell silent for a moment, and the gods secretly observed Apollo with very strange eyes.

Apollo never expected that he only wanted to see a good show, but the clown turned out to be himself!

A mere mortal! How dare he smash his statue! And make him look so foolish in front of the gods!

Unforgivable!

Achilles! I'll kill you!!

Anger distorted Apollo's handsome face.

Fortunately, his sister Artemis noticed his pale face and quickly pulled him out of the golden palace.

After Apollo and Artemis left, Poseidon immediately revealed a gloating smile.

"Athena, the warrior you value has no other skills, but he is first-rate at causing trouble."

After saying this, Poseidon left the Golden Palace with a smug smile on his face.

However, neither Achilles, who caused the trouble, nor Poseidon, provoked her, and Athena's expression did not change in the slightest, as if she did not care at all...

Chapter 756 Apollo's Wrath

Meanwhile, an angry Apollo was forcibly dragged back to his palace by his sister.

"Sister, why are you stopping me? This time I'm going to teach that arrogant mortal a lesson!"

Apollo gritted his teeth and said hatefully:

"A mere mortal!"

Artemis suddenly reached out a finger and gently tapped Apollo's forehead.

“My foolish brother, anger has blinded you.”

Can't you see it yet? The great King of the Gods has been manipulating this war from the very beginning; Athena is merely his chosen agent.

Apollo was startled. His sister's reminder calmed him down, and his mind began to race as the many illogical details from before came to mind.

The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became.

"So that's how it is..."

"The background of this war is too complicated, so listen to your sister, you'd better not get involved."

"Am I just supposed to be insulted by a mere cricket and do nothing?"

Apollo looked resentful.

"Oh dear~ my sister didn't say that."

My sister just wants you to stay out of this war.

Apollo looked up suddenly and saw a meaningful smile on Artemis's face.

He wasn't stupid; he immediately understood the implied meaning in Artemis's words.

With his frustration relieved, a confident and elegant smile returned to Apollo's face.

"Thank you, sister. I know what to do now..."

After destroying the idol, Achilles felt a strong sense of unease, as if he had done something irreversible.

He then wanted to find someone to ask who this statue actually represented.

The male priests and other male attendants in the temple were all slaughtered by the Greek heroes, and as for the female attendants... the screams of the young girls revealed their tragic fate.

Achilles, of course, wouldn't be foolish enough to disturb someone's enjoyment.

His question was thus put aside.

When he returned to the camp with the Greek heroes who had reaped a great harvest, the feast began, and after a few sips of strong liquor, Achilles forgot even his own name, and naturally, the matter was also thrown out of his mind.

The next day, Achilles fell into a deep sleep in his tent.

Suddenly the tent flap was lifted, and a blond figure emerged from outside.

"Achilles! You now..."

Patroclus said with a look of anxiety.

However, the only response he received was Achilles's rambling in his sleep.

Seeing his friend passed out drunk in the corner like a lump of mud, Patroclus remained silent.

He sighed, but just as he was about to turn and leave, a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

Patroclus turned his head and saw Achilles' armor, shield, spear and other equipment piled up haphazardly in the corner.

Even in the darkness, the golden armor still shone brightly, and the blade of the jet-black spear gleamed with a cold, bluish light.

Patroclus had heard Achilles mention that, because of his parents' illustrious status, this set of equipment was a gift from the gods and of very high quality.

The moment Patroclus saw this set of equipment, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

Wear them, impersonate Achilles, and go to the battlefield to achieve unparalleled feats!

Patroclus was instantly smitten.

Since Achilles himself is unwilling to go to the battlefield, I will go in his place.

I did this not for myself, but for the glory of Achilles.

Patroclus kept convincing himself, then slowly reached for the equipment...

The Greek coalition arrived at the walls of Troy and began their siege. After leaving behind hundreds of corpses, they were once again defeated by Troy's formidable defenses.

The Greek coalition began a slow retreat, but Hector suddenly drove his chariot and led his personal guard out of the city, launching a fierce attack on the Greek coalition.

The Greek coalition forces were completely unprepared for his move and were caught off guard. Coupled with the brutal siege battles of the past few days, the morale of the coalition forces had already plummeted.

In an attempt to escape faster, many soldiers discarded their weapons and removed their armor, fleeing desperately.

Agamemnon killed several deserters and sent out his own detachments, but he still couldn't stop the Allied forces from retreating.

What was supposed to be a proper retreat was about to turn into a complete rout.

Agamemnon sighed and prepared to accept yet another crushing defeat.

A burst of enthusiastic cheers suddenly erupted from behind the Greek coalition forces.

Suddenly, Achilles, fully armed and clad in golden armor with his face mostly obscured by a helmet, wielding a black spear, stepped forward.

He led a group of Greek heroes in a counter-offensive.

The Greek heroes used Achilles as an arrowhead and rammed into the pursuing Trojans.

The two sides immediately engaged in a fierce battle, with shouts of battle and screams of agony filling the air.

Although the Greek heroes were few in number, each of them was incredibly powerful, capable of taking on ten opponents at once.

Their valiant fighting not only halted the Trojan pursuers but also gave them the potential to launch a counterattack.

Hector, seeing the situation was dire, did not linger and immediately ordered a retreat.

Just as he was about to drive away in his chariot, he caught a glimpse of a cold glint shooting toward him out of the corner of his eye.

Hector swung the cross spear with a backhand motion.

Clang!

With a soft thud, the two guns collided in mid-air, scattering a burst of dazzling sparks.

Hector caught the rebounding spear and looked across.

A man clad in gleaming golden armor, with most of his face obscured by a helmet, was holding a long black spear and staring at him menacingly.

"Hey, if you haven't seen this before, are you new here?"

Hector twirled the cross around himself twice in a fancy manner, then pointed the tip directly at him.

The golden-armored warrior did not answer. With a flick of his wrist, he thrust his spear straight at Hector's ear like a venomous snake.

Hector had no intention of continuing the fight; he parried the attacks while retreating towards his chariot.

The two chased and retreated, and to outsiders it appeared as if the golden-armored warrior had completely overwhelmed Hector.

"Achilles! Achilles!"

The Greek soldiers nearby immediately cheered.

"You are Achilles!?"

Hector's eyes narrowed slightly.

At that moment, a voice suddenly broke in.

"He is not Achilles!"

The speaker was Xu Ming.

To protect Hector, the commander of the allied forces, Xu Ming led his shikigami to closely guard Hector.

He could hear the soldiers shouting beside him clearly as well.

Looking at the golden-armored warrior whose face was completely covered, a sudden thought flashed through Xu Ming's mind.

In mythology, Achilles had a conflict with Agamemnon, the commander of the allied forces, and initially refused to fight. However, his best friend put on his armor and impersonated him on the battlefield, where he was killed by Hector.

This led to a series of events, including the duel between Achilles and Hector.

Chapter 757 'Coincidence'

Having figured out these details, Xu Ming immediately shouted to Hector.

Upon hearing Xu Ming's shout, Hector's expression immediately turned strange.

The imposter Achilles jolted, halting his charge. Hector, peering through the gap in the helmet, saw a flicker of panic in the man's eyes and immediately confirmed that Xu Ming's words might be true.