Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

"Get on the boat."

The warships, carried by the wind, rose into the air and flew eastward in the direction indicated by the old man.

The sea below was a mirror-like blue, and occasionally seabirds would fly by, only to be startled by the ship flying in the air and flee, their cries shrill.

Zhang Yang stood at the bow of the ship, his heart filled with anticipation. This was truly a wonderful place, teeming with gods, practically a buffet! It was absolutely fantastic. As for the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom and all that... sorry, don't bother me, I'm afraid the gods of the divine realm would misunderstand.

Chapter 168 I've Heard

The warships rode the wind, breaking through the clouds.

From the air, Troy looks like a bronze shield nailed to the coastline.

The city walls are towering, with sun-baked brick towers every hundred paces, and banners fluttering on the walls as soldiers patrol back and forth.

Below the city, a dark mass of people stretched out, with Greek allied camps for miles, warships anchored along the beach, and smoke rising from all directions, turning the coastline into a hazy, gray fog.

"So many people." Asuna stood on the ship's railing, sword in hand, looking down.

"A siege has lasted for ten years, and fighting has become a daily occurrence," Kuroyukihime said calmly. "The Greeks always raid in small groups, and sometimes they form an allied army to besiege the city. Small battles are constant, and occasionally there are major battles."

Mei frowned: "Why don't they negotiate?"

“Because Helen is just an excuse.” Zhang Yang stood at the bow of the ship, the sea breeze making his robes flutter. “Troy controlled the Dardanelles Strait, the throat of Mediterranean trade during the Bronze Age.”

"What the Greeks wanted was sea routes, not women."

"Helen's abduction gave Agamemnon a pretext to send troops."

"Commercial disputes are often used as a pretext for romantic entanglements; this is the same in ancient and modern times, and in all cultures."

Kurasaki Fuuko chuckled softly: "So what do you plan to do?"

"I have a word that can turn hostility into friendship between the two armies." Zhang Yang cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

It's time for his favorite trash talk again.

call--

He took a very long breath, his chest slightly bulging, and the power of wind flowed with his breath, enveloping his voice in the fluid of ideals and sending it in all directions.

Throughout the entire battlefield, on and around the city walls, on ships and on land, tens of thousands of soldiers simultaneously heard the voice of a young boy.

“I have heard that the wise men of old governed the world with benevolence, not with war, and with virtue, not with force. King Wu of Zhou attacked King Zhou of Shang not because he loved war, but because he had no other choice. Tang of Tang exiled Jie not because he coveted the world, but because he had no other choice. Therefore, the sages use troops like a good doctor uses medicine; once the disease is cured, they stop, and they do not kill a single person indiscriminately.”

The sound echoed atop the walls of Troy, and the defending soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.

In the Greek coalition camp, soldiers put down their roasted meat and looked up at the sky.

"I have also heard that weapons are inauspicious instruments, not the instruments of gentlemen. After a great army, there will surely be a year of famine."

“In the past, King Zhou of Shang was tyrannical. He burned and roasted loyal and good people, and disemboweled pregnant women, which led to the rebellion of the people.”

"King Wu led eight hundred feudal lords to a meeting at Mengjin. Unexpectedly, all eight hundred states gathered and said: 'Zhou can be attacked now.' King Wu said: 'You do not know the will of Heaven, so it is not yet time.' He then returned."

"This will happen three times. When King Zhou kills Bigan and imprisons Jizi, and the Mandate of Heaven is about to end, then we will raise an army of righteous men. We will settle the world in one battle, not by force, but by virtue."

"I have also heard that a virtuous person governs the country with courtesy and deference. For courtesy is the constant principle of Heaven, the righteousness of Earth, and the conduct of the people."

"The Greek coalition has been besieging Troy for nine years. The walls and the ground are littered with corpses; the seas and the oceans are filled with countless sunken ships."

"In nine years, the fields of Greece lay barren, and the mother of Troy wept in the city. King Agamemnon, how many bushels of wheat did you harvest this year? King Menelaus, do your Spartan people still recognize you?"

Asuna lowered her voice: "He's become addicted to chanting sutras..."

Mei also whispered, "He probably just attributed all of this to the Western Zhou Dynasty, and everything else is just made up."

Kuroyukihime said expressionlessly, "The point is that when he's making things up, his expressions are more convincing than the real thing."

Zhang Yang, oblivious to everything, continued: "I've also heard that Heaven has no favorites, but always favors the virtuous. Those who rely on virtue prosper, while those who rely on force perish."

"When people fight for land, the dead fill the fields; when they fight for cities, the dead fill the cities. This is what is meant by leading the people to eat human flesh, a crime that cannot be forgiven even by death."

"Agamemnon, you were so jealous of a woman that you drove tens of thousands of soldiers to their deaths in a foreign land, and you did not return for ten years—is this your achievement as the commander-in-chief of the allied forces?"

On the city wall, a general clad in bronze armor peeked out; it was Hector, the Trojan commander.

He turned to his adjutant and asked, "Which deity is speaking?"

The lieutenant shook his head: "Unheard of. The language is strange, and every sentence is full of allusions, but it is not the style of the Olympian gods."

"Could it be a god from the East?"

Are there gods in the East?

"I do not know."

Zhang Yang continued, "I've heard it said that a skilled warrior doesn't get angry, and a skilled conqueror doesn't fight. A general should prioritize the preservation of his army, and only then should he aim to defeat it. Now, Greece is exhausted from its long campaign, its supplies are dwindling daily, while Troy is holding its city and waiting for the enemy to tire. Nine years without victory, whether they advance or retreat, they are both in danger. It would be better for both sides to back down: Greece can withdraw its troops and return home, and Troy can open its port for trade, so that neither side suffers..."

"shut up!"

A loud shout rang out from the Greek camp.

Agamemnon strode out of the royal tent, his body clad in gilded armor and his beard stained with wine.

He roared to the sky, "Where did this madman come from, spouting nonsense here? I don't care if you're King Wu of Zhou or King You of Zhou, you're simply courting death!"

Agamemnon drew his sword and pointed it to the sky: "Catapults! Shoot down that flying ship!"

Dozens of catapults creaked and groaned in unison, but before the boulders could even fly, Zhang Yang had already raised his hand.

"Alright, since you don't understand the Zhou rituals, I happen to know some physics."

The power of wind and rhythm was shaken.

call--

It's not some minor squabble like blowing away a few stones.

A turquoise storm burst forth from beneath the warship, sweeping westward in all directions.

The tents of the Greek coalition camp were uprooted, warships crashed into pieces in their berths, catapults scattered into a pile of timber, soldiers were blown around and rolled on the ground, and weapons and armor clattered and rolled into the sea.

Horses neighed, camels galloped, and some people clung tightly to palm tree trunks, their bodies blown horizontally.

Hector watched in stunned silence from the city walls.

The storm pushed the entire Greek coalition line inch by inch toward the sea, carving countless furrows of varying depths into the sand.

"This……"

The storm suddenly stopped.

Zhang Yang withdrew his hand. The Greek coalition camp had been mostly leveled, and the soldiers lay in the shallow water, struggling and wriggling like stranded fish.

Agamemnon crawled out from under a collapsed tent, seaweed hanging from his helmet, his face flushed red.

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"It's the Wind God! It must be the Wind God who appeared out of nowhere!"

On the city wall, Hector hesitated for a moment, then shouted, "We are deeply grateful to the gods who have graced us with their presence! But... war has its own rules."

Zhang Yang looked down at him: "What rules?"

“If one side’s deity directly intervenes in the war, the other side’s deity has a legitimate reason to intervene.” Hector pointed into the distance. “With your intervention… they will not stand idly by.”

The voice just fell.

A silvery-white crack appeared in the clouds.

She had short silver hair, agate eyes, and wore a dark green robe.

A girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old slowly walked out from the gap, the top of her silver staff in her hand inlaid with a snake head with exposed fangs, which gleamed with a cold light under the sunlight.

Athena looked down, her agate eyes slightly narrowed, and a smile curved her lips.

"I am curious, why would a mere god-slayer not stay in his own territory but come to my Trojan battlefield to meddle in other people's business?"

Zhang Yang looked up, grinned, and said, "Hey, owl. Haven't grown any taller in the last few days."

Athena's gaze sharpened.

A silver staff appeared out of thin air.

An invisible force descended from the sky, pressing down on the warship's mast.

With a snap, the mast broke in the middle, and the ship rocked violently.

With a casual flick of his wrist, Zhang Yang used the wind to cushion the impact, reducing most of the force, but the warship still plummeted rapidly.

"catch!"

Everyone steadied themselves.

boom!

The warships landed on the plain in front of Troy, crushing an olive grove.

Dust flew everywhere, and sawdust flew in all directions.

The defenders on the city walls peered out, and the remaining Greek soldiers stopped their escape, and the battlefield fell into a brief silence.

Zhang Yang flipped himself out of the cabin and stretched his shoulders.

Athena floated down to the ground, the hem of her deep green robe trailing on the dust without a speck of dirt clinging to it, her staff gently tapping the earth.

"Last time in that world, I was bound by the rules and was unable to enjoy myself to the fullest."

She raised her head, and although she was a whole head shorter than Zhang Yang, her eyes looked down at him like she was looking down at an ant. "In this divine realm, there are not so many restrictions."

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "What a coincidence, I feel the same way."

Athena turned her gaze to the group of women behind him, "It's rather unusual to bring so many women to war."

Zhang Yang shrugged: "They weren't brought by me—they followed me wherever I went. It's personal charisma, you know?"

Asuna muttered under her breath, "It was you who tricked us all into getting on the bus."

Athena struck the ground with her staff again, and a circle of silvery-white light spread outward from the tip of the staff, covering an area of ​​a thousand meters. The small pebbles on the ground floated into the air and slowly swirled around her, as if they were being captured by some invisible gravitational force.

"I'd like to know just how much more skill you, Godslayer, possess!"

Chapter 169 There are so many gods in the Divine Realm

On the plain in front of the city, dust was still swirling.

Athena gently tapped the ground with her silver staff, and the snake head at the tip of the staff opened its mouth and uttered a human voice: "I have been waiting for this opportunity for a long time."

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "Last time they ran away halfway through, so I wasn't very satisfied."

"Run?" Athena's agate-colored eyes narrowed slightly. "I was doing it for the greater good."

"Okay, okay, whatever you say."

Athena didn't waste any words. She raised her hand, and the Shield of Aegis appeared out of thin air above her head.

The moment the large, square shield covered in goatskin appeared, it emitted a ring of silvery-white light, enveloping her entirely.

"Take this move from me."

boom!

A silver-white ball of lightning, about the size of a millstone, detached from the shield and was covered with pulsating electric arcs.

The lightning ball flew out at an extremely fast speed, already a hundred meters away from the shield surface as soon as it left, leaving a dazzling silver-white trail. The air in its path was ionized, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

The ground was scorched and gullied by the aftershocks of the lightning ball, and the soil melted into glassy crystals under the high temperature.

Zhang Yang neither dodged nor evaded, and a burst of crimson-gold flames surged from his palm.

Bang!

The lightning ball struck his palm with a dull thud.

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A crater over ten feet deep exploded beneath Zhang Yang's feet, sending debris flying outwards.

The lightning ball spun smaller and smaller in his palm, finally disappearing completely with a "pop," leaving not even a wisp of smoke.

Athena's eyes narrowed slightly: "Mystic Nullification... what an annoying ability."

Zhang Yang waved his hand dismissively: "Is that all you've got?"

Athena tapped the ground with her staff again, and a golden figure flew out in an instant.

Nike, the goddess of victory.