I am a godslayer, not your hero.

Mingxian stood beside Edwards, blowing her long silver hair.

"Sir, your method of moving destiny is quite convenient."

A little later, Luo Hao used his magical power and instantly moved to Ming Xian's side.

Facing the oncoming Achilles, Luo Hao didn't even give him a glance, but ripples of magical power slightly appeared around his body.

In an instant, the golden unparalleled strength gathered from the sky, as if condensing the essence of the sun, turning into a dazzling finger pointing directly to the sky, revealing an inviolable majesty.

This finger, like the wrath of the gods in ancient legends, gently pointed at the earth with irresistible power.

Under this golden finger, Achilles and his unstoppable chariot were like ants facing the footsteps of a giant. All their struggles and impacts seemed so insignificant.

There was a flash of golden light, and everything returned to calm.

All that was left was the silence after the dust settled and the astonished gazes of the crowd.

After doing all this, Mingxian pointed to the big hole on the ground and asked, "Who is that person?"

Edwards: "..."

……

In the royal city of Troy, the sun shines through the clouds, casting mottled light and shadows, making this ancient city look exceptionally solemn and rich.

Mingxian, Edwards and Luo Hao were welcomed into the city by the Trojans with the highest courtesy.

On a sunny afternoon, the three of them strolled to the palace courtyard, where the fragrance of flowers and the sound of birds chirping formed a sharp contrast with the smoke of the battlefield.

They had just enjoyed a lunch carefully prepared by the palace kitchen.

The richness of the dishes is breathtaking.

The gentleness of the boiled eggs, the richness of the goat cheese, the crispness of the triangular bread, the mellowness of the roasted marinated duck, the sweetness of the honey-pickled almonds, the refreshing taste of the watermelon, the fragrance of the pomegranate juice, each dish is an ultimate tease to the taste buds, making people sigh that even in the midst of war, the Trojans were so particular about their quality of life.

"It's wartime, and we're still under siege, but surprisingly there's no food shortage."

Luo Hao frowned slightly, and there was a hint of confusion in her tone.

She was no stranger to warfare.

Siege warfare.

And it was a siege that lasted for ten years.

Luo Hao would involuntarily think of Diaoyucheng in the Southern Song Dynasty.

In her opinion, the situation in Troy should be similar.

Mingxian smiled faintly and replied casually, "In history, Troy was a commercial city that served as a base for sea and land trade. It was said to be very prosperous, so the food should have been quite abundant."

The two continued strolling in the courtyard. The buildings around them were magnificent, and every brick and tile revealed an extraordinary aura.

"It seems that even the mythical Troy is like this. This palace seems to have cost a lot of money to build." Edwards sighed.

Ming Xian nodded in agreement: "That's why the Greek coalition army came all the way to plunder. Well, there is actually a Greek mythological 'reason for fighting'."

At this moment, the palace courtyard seemed like a forgotten paradise, forming a sharp contrast with the war in the outside world.

Luo Hao pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized, and said, "So that's how it is. Compared to the Central Plains army, these Greeks are more like the lords of the horse herd. Their purpose is to harass and plunder, not to occupy the territory of Troy."

"To be more precise, they are pirates." Ming Xian said casually, "Since this is a mythological world, the special environment of the Mediterranean cannot be avoided, and the specialties of the Mediterranean are pirate civilization and trading city-states."

"In the history of the Earth, the essence of the Trojan War is actually the decline of Troy, the old trade center, and the rise of Greece, the new Mediterranean trade center."

"The Greeks were ultimately defeated by the Romans."

"Because the Greeks were actually a nation of pirates, while the Romans were an agricultural nation."

Luo Hao said: "Like the King of Rebellion, he is used to wandering around and not knowing how to defend his territory. The final result is the collapse of the building."

Edwards wondered, "Who is King Chuang?"

Ming Xian: "In our country's history, there was a leader of an insurgent army who had serious bandit habits. From his debut to his death, he never properly defended a city. To put it simply, he didn't know how to manage his territory."

Luo Hao added: "Not being able to manage the territory is secondary, there are always people who can do it for you, but if you are unwilling to defend the city, you will lose the support of the people."

"Yes."

"According to what you said, the Greeks rose to prominence by conquering Troy and destroying their rivals by force. Their final demise was due to their habit of roaming around like bandits, and they were defeated by the Romans, who were good at managing the land."

"Not entirely..."

Ming Xian groaned for a moment, then said leisurely: "Actually, what I want to say is that the history of mankind on earth is determined by humans. Even if some worlds are influenced by the gods of fate, humans still have a certain degree of autonomy."

"This is the promise of [Mythology]."

"Humans weave myths to allow gods to live forever, but gods cannot overly influence humans."

"However, humans in the [Divine Realm] cannot be considered human."

“They have no [human destiny].”

"Humans on earth don't live to be young girls at the age of 170, and it's easy for them to live to 500 or 600 years old."

As he spoke, he pointed to the corner of the courtyard of the royal city of Troy, where lovers were snuggling together. The man in particular was not only handsome in appearance, but more importantly, his ears.

The ears of the Trojans were like the ears of elves.

Luo Hao nodded slightly, and said in understanding: "Sir, you mean that in the [Divine Realm], apart from the necessary mythological plots, the fate of the people on earth is completely determined by the thoughts of the gods."

Ming Xian only asked one question, "How could the gods who support Troy let this go?"

In other words, whether they win or lose, the gods will turn the table.

Edelweiss mused that she was a person who stood up for her own justice, who would help others and fight for justice.

In her opinion, the behavior of the Olympian gods was a little excessive.

It would be fine if it just interfered with human wars.

At least they were still following certain rules and were only providing assistance to humans instead of jumping right in and starting a war between gods.

but.

No matter which side loses, humans will bear the wrath of God...

That's a bit too much.

While I was thinking, footsteps were heard.

"Everyone, the guest room is ready."

Cassandra walked into the courtyard, her steps light and her long silver hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, swaying gently in the breeze, emitting a faint halo, as if the stars in the sky had fallen into the earth.

Her slender figure looks particularly fragile in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a small flower swaying in the wind, which makes people feel pity.

Cassandra is extremely beautiful, with skin as white as snow, features as picturesque as paintings, especially her deep blue eyes, which seem to contain endless melancholy and tenderness, making people unable to help but be moved by them.

It is also a kind of pitiful temperament that emanates from the depths of her heart, which makes people want to protect her involuntarily.

She was the princess of Troy and the sister of Hector who had almost died before.

"We have three guest rooms ready for you three, and we have servants ready to serve you."

"I don't need servants." Edwards declined.

Mingxian didn't care. He planned to go find Tony after a while.

Luo Hao said in a deep voice: "My husband and I are husband and wife, so we should live together."

"Is that so? I'll arrange it right away..."

Cassandra looked at Mingxian and Luo Hao carefully and found that they both had black hair and black eyes, and their facial features were somewhat similar, obviously from the same place.

Edwards, on the other hand, was of another race entirely.

In this [Divine Realm], there are huge differences in race between different city-states.

For example, Cassandra is already 149 years old, has pointed ears like an elf, and has the blood of gods in her body. She is a true descendant of gods.

They, the Trojan royal family, are all descendants of gods.

Ming Xian fell into deep thought, and his memories returned to the time before he went to the [Divine Realm].

Luo Hao's gentle yet firm voice seemed to transcend the shackles of time and space - she would faithfully fulfill her duties as a wife.

"Um……"

Mingxian glanced sideways inconspicuously, his eyes lightly brushing across Luo Hao's face.

It was a breathtaking picture.

Her hair was hung high, with a silver plum blossom hairpin quietly embedded in it, like the most tenacious pride in winter, revealing a touch of indomitable spirit in her gentleness.

A few strands of black hair fell lightly in front of her forehead, adding a touch of natural beauty without any embellishment to her. She looked like dewdrops in the morning light, crystal clear and endearing.

There is a tenderness like ink flowing between her eyebrows and her eyes, and her beauty carries a charm that transcends the world. The smile at the corner of her mouth is so faint that it is almost invisible, and it is as warm as the sunshine in early spring, enough to melt the hardest ice and snow in the world.

Her hands were like newly blossomed catkins, white and delicate, as if all the tenderness in the world was condensed there; her skin was as smooth as cream, exuding a faint luster.

Noticing Ming Xian's affectionate gaze, Luo Hao's face flushed with shyness. She coughed softly to hide her inner turmoil, but she still maintained a rare calmness in her solemnity, without the slightest loss of composure.

"Sir, we have to wait until at night at least..."

Hearing this, Mingxian's lips curled up into a smile inadvertently.

What were you planning to do just now?

Can not remember.

Since you have forgotten it, it must be something unimportant!

Fate is asking me to fight!

For a God Slayer, what could be more important than "fighting"?

……

On the boundless sea.

The lonely island is quietly embedded among the blue waves.

The small island is full of greenery and the sea breeze is blowing gently, bringing a bit of saltiness and freshness.

In this peaceful and vibrant scene, Tony's figure is particularly eye-catching.

Tony's short golden hair, as bright as the sun, seemed to have absorbed the sunlight's brilliance and was shining brightly. He stood on the soft beach, and the sea breeze lifted the strands of hair on his forehead from time to time.

Tony frowned slightly and scratched his head gently with his fingers.

After passing through the Gate of Light and arriving at the [Divine Realm], he fell directly into the sea, but it was not a big problem.

As a man born in the Mediterranean, he is an expert swimmer. He swam through the blue sea like a fish in water and unexpectedly found a hidden and quiet island.

However, the location of this island is so remote that there is not even a single person.

It was quiet and silent all around, with only the waves gently lapping against the shore, bringing gusts of fresh sea breeze.

The sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and onto the beach of the island. The golden light and the blue sea complement each other, creating a beautiful picture.

"Oh, it's been ten days. I can't go on like this." Tony used the [Sky Light King] to pierce a sea fish and put it on the fire to roast. He said to himself: "Without convenient things like trains, ships, and airplanes, traveling is really inconvenient."

"There are no ships around. Even though this is a divine place, no gods are in sight."

"Wouldn't it be a complete waste of time to be stuck on an isolated island like this?"

"Why don't you try calling your brother?"

Tony ate the fish in three or four bites, and the freshness and tenderness of the sea fish instantly conquered his taste buds, and the fishbone was spit out effortlessly.

Looking up at the boundless blue sky, he saw the sun approaching him rapidly as if it were endowed with life.

Time seemed to have slipped quietly into the afternoon.

Under the sky of [Divine Realm], the object that is regarded as the sun is not a star in the real universe, but the sun god Helios himself.

Every day, he would ride four horses made of flames, pulling the dazzling sun chariot, galloping across the sky, from east to west, leaving in the morning and returning in the evening, spreading light to every corner, giving the earth vitality and hope.

Tony had gazed up at this spectacular sight countless times.

I also thought about taking a ride.

The reality is cruel and the sun is out of reach.

Even Helios, the almighty god of the sun, might not be able to detect a human being's request in this vast universe.

Tony's eyes followed the Sun Chariot, muttering to himself, "It feels familiar, a bit like Brother Hyperion's carriage."