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The soldiers' faces began to distort, their widened pupils were filled with fear, and the silent battlefield suddenly became noisy and chaotic. The soldiers roared madly, threw away their weapons and armor, and fled to their own positions.

Not only the Greek coalition forces, but even the Trojan army was affected and fled in all directions.

For a moment, there were only a dozen or so people left on the huge battlefield.

In the end, only great heroes such as Agamemnon, Menelaos, Odysseus, Achilles, Ajax the Greater, Ajax the Lesser, Teucerus, and Idomeneus could still stand on the battlefield.

"To inspire fear is the power usurped from Phobos and Deimos."

Woban quickly understood the power of the Word Spirit, which was the authority taken away from the two Gods of Fear.

However, Woban was not satisfied with this power because only ordinary soldiers were affected, while the great heroes in mythology easily resisted the fear he imposed.

However, Woban knew very well that power was not such a superficial thing. Causing fear on the battlefield was only the most basic application. Through gradual development, power could exert a more extensive and powerful force.

"Lord Vauban!"

At this moment, a delicate voice reached Woban's ears.

Woban looked over and saw the silver-haired girl on the ground. Cassandra was standing not far in front of the palace ruins, perfectly avoiding Woban who had transformed into a giant.

Not only Cassandra, but also the Trojan King Priam and Queen Hecuba, as well as Cassandra's brothers Hector and Paris, all stood at Vauban's feet, looking at his huge body in shock.

"Cassandra, you didn't tell us that the king of that foreign country is a Titan." Hector couldn't help but exclaimed. In Greek mythology, only the second generation of Titans could be compared to Voban's thousand-meter body.

"With the support of a Titan, it will not be difficult to defeat the Greek coalition forces!" Paris clenched his fists and said excitedly.

Priam and Hecuba looked at each other in silence, with sad expressions on their faces.

Although it is a good thing to have a Titan God supporting him, as a Titan God, will this really not arouse the hostility of the gods? The gods who are in charge of the world now are not the second generation, but the third generation.

On the other side of Troy, in the Scamander River, the river god Xanthos looked at Vobane's body in fear.

He naturally knew that Woban was not a Titan, and he could also feel Woban's wildness as a godslayer. However, he did not go out to fight with Woban, because there was only one godslayer in this divine domain, and that was the Wolf King who had defeated the King of the Gods.

"Witch, I cannot stay in this land for long. I will destroy the Greek coalition today."

Woban's upper body leaned forward slightly, his eyes fell on Cassandra, and he spoke in a deep voice.

"You should also be prepared. I need your qualifications."

Vobane's voice was particularly loud, like thunder from the sky, making it impossible for the Greek heroes outside Troy to ignore Vobane's threat.

After that, regardless of Cassandra's reaction, Woban raised his right foot and stepped towards the battlefield outside Troy.

Agamemnon, Menelaos, Odysseus and others scattered to avoid being trampled by Vauban.

"Damn it! Despicable Trojans, actually asking for help from the gods! Shameful Titans, actually walking into the battlefield of humans in person! Aren't they worried about the punishment from the King of the Gods?"

Achilles jumped onto the chariot and glared at Vauban with the eyes of a warrior. The wind spirit child pulled the chariot high into the sky, level with Vauban's face.

"Hohoho! You foolish and arrogant fellow, do you want to resist me?"

Looking at Achilles in front of him, Vauban burst into laughter, and his huge pupils released green light, trying to turn everything in front of him into a pillar of salt.

However, it is not without reason that the Eye of Sodom is called the technique for identifying the strong. Although tens of thousands of soldiers of the Greek coalition forces were turned into lifeless salt pillars, the heroes led by Achilles did not turn into salt pillars. Only parts of their bodies were covered with white salt.

After all, most of them are future heroic gods, and even in this era, their martial prowess can cause damage to gods, so it is not surprising that they can resist the power of saltation.

Chapter 70 The Power of a Great Hero

"Blocked? Good, maybe you can warm me up before I fight the Greek gods."

Vauban grinned, looking like an evil villain ready to do harm to the heroes.

"My soldier! Bastard! Even if it's a god! I will never forgive you!"

Agamemnon turned his head and looked towards the Greek coalition camp. All the soldiers had turned into pillars of salt. The loss of tens of thousands made Agamemnon furious.

Having lost these tens of thousands of troops, he could not even defend his own country, let alone dominate the Aegean Sea.

Agamemnon rushed towards Vauban with his sword swung, and his lightning-fast sword skills inflicted half a meter of damage on Vauban's foot.

If it were an ordinary person, his feet would have been gone. However, for a thousand-meter-tall giant, this sword was no more than a mosquito bite.

Vauban kicked out randomly, and Agamemnon tried to dodge, but he couldn't, after all, he was facing a thousand-meter-tall giant. He held his sword across his body to block the kick, but the sword shattered directly, and Agamemnon himself was kicked into the ocean a thousand meters away.

However, Agamemnon is indeed a great hero in mythology. He did not die even after being kicked so far away, and he was able to struggle to float to the surface of the sea.

Seeing this, Woban fired a bolt of lightning, hitting Agamemnon on the forehead and killing him.

"That fellow Agamemnon..."

Seeing Agamemnon die, Achilles felt both happy and sad. Although he hated Agamemnon, Agamemnon's death also made him feel a sense of grief.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and strong winds and heavy rain blew towards the ground, obstructing the heroes' vision and making their movements inconvenient.

When thunder fell from the sky, Teucer, Idomeneus, Menelaos, Ajax the Younger and others were killed one after another. Only Odysseus, Ajax the Great and Achilles survived.

However, the rain grew heavier and the wind grew stronger. The Greek coalition's ships were destroyed by the violent storm, and the bodies of the heroes and soldiers fell into the sea. Odysseus, Ajax the Great, and Achilles were also unable to move because of the fierce wind and rain.

High in the sky, a thoughtful look appeared on Woban's face.

"The second variation of wind... the summer south wind?"

The power of the God Slayer is not something that can be mastered after it is acquired, but it is activated in battle, and the power of control will be strengthened after each battle. Just like now, Woban, as usual, stirred up wind and rain to add to the fun, and naturally understood a kind of use of wind.

Compared with the cold wind last time, the strong wind and heavy rain this time obviously symbolize the south wind of summer.

"Let's call it the Wind of Impermanence."

Woban gave the power a name. Since it represents the changes and manifestations of wind in the four seasons, it is most appropriate to name it Impermanence.

However, he had not yet figured out what the winds of the other two seasons were like. However, Woban had a vague feeling that the spring and autumn winds were not aggressive forces.

Watching Odysseus, Ajax the Great, and Achilles struggling in the storm, a cruel grin appeared on Vauban's face. He exhaled hard, and the breath was mixed with icy air and snowflakes.

The wind howled and grew stronger and stronger, and the sacred north wind brought the chill of winter to the coast of Troy.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, and dense white snow fell. Hailstones as big as rocks fell mercilessly.

"hateful!"

Facing the north that froze the earth in an instant, Achilles gritted his teeth and raised his round shield in front of him.

"Muse, sing praises to our weapons. This is the armor and shield that Mother Thetis asked the blacksmith Hephaestus to make for Achilles! Even against the sacred north wind, it is absolutely indestructible──!"

The silvery-white light instantly enveloped Achilles, Odysseus and Ajax the Great, blocking the fierce attack of the north wind.

"Here comes Odysseus, the indomitable warrior and descendant of Zeus! Giants, look carefully and see the wisdom and courage displayed by me, Odysseus!"

A deep voice declared from the bronze helmet, and Odysseus nocked his iron bow, drew the string to full length, and aimed his arrow at the sky, not at Vauban.

"Swish!" The sound of bowstring breaking through wind was heard, and the fatal iron arrow shot into the dark clouds in the sky.

Then the sky brightened and white rain fell from the dark clouds.

However, that rain was not water, but a rain of countless arrows!

Countless blue and white light arrows fell towards Woban like a meteor shower, and the number of arrows was at least tens of thousands.

A huge rain of arrows came pouring down, and there was nowhere to hide from this veritable rain of arrows. Woban's body directly turned into a hedgehog.

However, the light arrows were quickly neutralized, and the dense holes on Woban's body quickly closed.

"Can't you focus on range attacks? Looks like we need to use another attack method."

Seeing this, Odysseus frowned, murmured, and released his arrows again.

This time, the iron bow shot out not an arrow, but a blue-white light, which pierced into Woban's body like a laser and could even move.

Woban felt the arrow stirring in his body. Although the damage was not great and it only penetrated about ten meters, it gave him an uncomfortable feeling.

"Roar!"

Vauban took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and blew hot dragon breath at Odysseus.

The raging fire enveloped the silver barrier unfolded by Achilles' shield. The dragon's breath, which rivaled the corona, reduced the attack range to within ten meters, highly concentrating its power and burning Achilles' defensive barrier.

The inside of the silver barrier had turned into a blazing furnace. Achilles and the others were sweating profusely and finding it unbearable.

Ajax the Great threw his spear with all his strength, trying to defeat Vauban and get out of the predicament, but Vauban slapped the spear into the distant sea.

“Hahahahahahaha!!! You are indeed a hero. You are neither my kind nor my enemy, but you can make me take you seriously.”

Woban looked down at Ajax the Great and the others, and a majestic voice came out of his mouth.

"Well, take more of my greetings then!"

Along with the shouts, the thunderclouds in the sky roared and lightning fell like a rainstorm, striking the silver barrier shrouded in flames.

Ten, twenty, fifty, a hundred, or even more, overwhelming lightning strikes fiercely attacked the silver barrier. Hephaestus's power gradually became unbearable and shattered like broken glass under the thunder.

Surrounded by strong winds, heavy rain, thunder and raging fire, the three greatest heroes of the Greek coalition gradually lost their lives, and even their bodies could not be preserved intact.

The Trojan War ended with the destruction of the Greek coalition forces.

But the battle for Vauban had just begun.

After feeling the familiar divine power appearing around him, Woban realized this clearly.

Chapter 71 The Second War

The space is confined, with a familiar smell and a familiar routine. This is the power of the goddess of law, Themis. The space within a radius of dozens of kilometers is stabilized, or fixed.

This time, Themis did not attack Woban directly. Perhaps to prevent Woban from escaping, she turned this space into a cage.

However, it was a blessing in disguise. After changing his body, Woban was unable to activate his cursed power even if it was not restricted.

If Themis attacked Voban, it would just be a waste of magic power.

"We meet again, God Slayer."

A golden chariot came from the clouds, and Apollo, the sun god, greeted Vauban with a brilliant smile.

There were also more than a dozen gods standing in the clouds, but Zeus was not there, probably because his injuries had not yet healed.

"Lord Apollo!"

Paris showed a look of surprise, because Apollo, Ares, and the goddess of beauty Aphrodite were all patron saints of Troy.

Priam, Hecuba and Cassandra were not so optimistic, and their brows were filled with sadness.

"It's Troy that I protected. Great! The war is over." Apollo heard the shouts from below, looked down, and smiled happily.

"No, it's not over yet." The bright-eyed princess goddess Athena appeared and said coldly, "According to the plan, the Greek coalition forces should have conquered Troy, and then Uncle Poseidon should have overwhelmed the Greek coalition forces."

"Whose plan? Lord Zeus?" Apollo raised his lips and sneered, "Don't be ridiculous. Lord Zeus just wants to use war to reduce the population on earth. Now that more than 100,000 people have been reduced, it's enough, right?"

The so-called Trojan War was a population reduction plan planned by the omniscient and omnipotent Lord God.

In order to regulate the excessive increase of humans, an attempt was made to start a war - it was an intention of too grand a scale. Most of the gods who participated in it knew about this plan. Even Hector and Priam understood that this war was caused by the gods.

"The ten-year-long war should have caused enough blood to be shed by mankind. Now that the Greek coalition forces have been completely wiped out, the war should also be over."

Apollo glared at Athena with a sharp gaze and spoke in a tough tone.

"The Father has not declared the war over." Athena said coldly, looking at Apollo without showing any weakness.

"Then let us continue the war." Ares, a warrior in bronze armor, spoke. The fire of war in his eyes made Athena frown slightly.

Although a group of gods came, before they attacked Woban, these gods quarreled among themselves. It seemed that they had already regarded Woban as an easy item and did not take him seriously.

Woban was very strong, not inferior to ordinary main gods, and even if he fought against the God King, he would have a chance of winning. However, that was limited to one-on-one, or at most one-on-two.

Facing more than ten gods at the same time, there is no chance of winning unless you use underhanded tactics. However, after the first fight, Woban's underhand tactics were discovered by the gods. The combination of Wind of Laziness + Eye of Sodom + Judge of Hellfire will not succeed a second time against the same enemy.

However, Woban was not panicked. He slowly transferred his telekinesis into the chat group.

There was no movement in the chat group, only one live broadcast room was open. Woban took a look and found that it was Van Helsing. He had just arrived in the ancient town called Transylvania and was about to go and destroy Dracula.

Skipping Van Helsing's live broadcast room, Woban also opened his live broadcast room.

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada: Leader, are you killing gods again?

Lazy Angel: I say, group leader, have you forgotten how you turned into ashes last time?

Kira: Showing up rashly is indeed an unwise move, especially since too much information has been revealed in the last battle.