Simulating the Universe, Starting with Speedrunning Greece

The powerful hero who defeated the King of Sparta and Odysseus consecutively was actually so cute?

The men's eyes were attracted and amazed by her. Although they became passionate, they were still able to restrain themselves.

In the past, such a face would have surely attracted more greedy gazes, but with Ye's beautiful jade in front of them, the heroes at this moment were able to remain calm and continue to pay attention to the development of the battle.

On the other side, Penthesilea didn't care about the dirty looks of the heroes at all. At this moment, she only had that golden figure in her eyes. She stared at the other party, as if it was an insurmountable zodiac sign.

It was like a mountain or sea that could never be broken, a despairing pressure.

This time Penthesilea gritted her teeth—she stared at the night for a long time, but she did not take another step forward.

When she realized one thing, that with her current strength she could not hurt this man at all.

A thought - I can't win - began to take root in my mind.

Only then did she realize how foolish it was to judge people by their appearance.

Unable to help it, he gritted his teeth and said softly, "What dragon are you talking about... Aren't you a monster more like a dragon (powerful) than me?"

Although Penthesilea's voice was very small, it was still heard by Ye.

He suddenly laughed——

He casually threw the weapon to the ground and stuck it into the sand.

Hehe, hahaha…hahahahahahahahahahahaha~!!

He laughed softly at first, and then finally laughed out loud without any more restraint, as if he had heard something very interesting.

That posture made Penthesilea feel angry, hot and ashamed.

He abandoned his weapon, laughed loudly and wantonly, and completely lost his fighting posture. Did he no longer consider himself an enemy?

Could it be that she was unable to give this man even the last bit of pressure or threat?

"Now that you've thrown away your weapon, are you going to give up the fight and admit defeat?" Penthesilea asked a question that even she herself found absurd.

Apparently—

The one who should admit defeat is yourself.

Suddenly, a hand with gauntlets suddenly covered his head and patted it fiercely.

After ruffling the beautiful long hair, its owner said, "What are you talking about... My weapon has never left my body.

If you don't understand this, you will never be able to defeat me.

Are you starting to feel hopeless because you've lost your weapon and your attacks have become weaker?

Tell me - Queen of the Amazon, why are you standing here now, fighting and surviving? "

Penthesilea dodged and evaded Ye's continued groping. She looked at Ye coldly: "What do you mean?"

Ye: "I am asking you about what you rely on for survival and what you rely on most - the fundamental thing that allows you to survive after such a long battle.

What do you think it is?

Penthesilea was shocked: !!!

I had a vague grasp of something in my heart, but I couldn't put it into words clearly.

At the same time, the entire battlefield was silent, and everyone was subconsciously thinking about the same question.

Then they heard Ye's continued questioning: "Is it a sword? Is it a spear? Is it a shield? In order to defeat a stronger enemy far beyond themselves, the weak forged a tool to arm themselves and make their own strength stronger.

That’s right—the power of the artifact is indeed very strong and wonderful.

Just like a weakling like me, after being strengthened by the artifact, can even suppress a powerful demigod like you."

Although Ye's words sounded unpleasant, what do you mean by being able to suppress a powerful demigod like me? Penthesilea's face turned red with anger.

How exactly is she strong?

Saying that you are strong, you beat yourself up and then pat your head to kill, right? (The next door, Senju Hashirama, gave a thumbs up!)

But now she also understood what Ye meant.

Night: "Unlike me who needs a divine weapon to display such power, you can tear the sky and the earth apart with just your flesh!

Why... so weak."

When the last two words 'weak' continued again.

Penthesilea turned suddenly pale.

Ye: "Are you going to give up just because of the disadvantage of the weapon?

The weapons of the weak cannot be used to their true value by the strong.

And you have such a strong fighting instinct and an enviable strong body, why did you lose your will to fight and become so depressed before your roots were hurt? "

Penthesilea: "...because—"

At this moment, she was mumbling but had nothing to say.

Could it be that no matter how hard she tries, she can't hurt you, and this battle is so hopeless that she has lost her will to fight?

There is no fun in fighting against a monster that has locked your health!

Chapter 99: Being fooled, those are tears of regret

Ye: "You and I are both warriors who are good at using violence.

However, despite your dragon-like posture, you have not yet fully exerted all the power in your body.

That won’t do—I won’t admit it.”

Penthesilea was stunned. "What?"

Ye: “I don’t admit that this is not the result of fighting with all my strength.

From the blood memory inherited from my grandfather Kratos, I have seen his heroic battle with the evil dragon Fafnir.

It was a terrifying battle that is hard to describe even when recalling it.

It is also a fight between real warriors that is longed for and admired.

You must concentrate fully and devote your whole heart and soul to the battle. Any slackness may result in the loss of your life. In this process, you must forget everything else and fight with all your might.

In the end, it transformed into a figure that looked like a dragon, or even more terrifying than a dragon.

To defeat the dragon, you must have a fighting instinct as strong as the dragon's. To this end, I will respond with all my respect, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and blood for the transgression.

Facing you, the heroic figure who fights without reservation on the battlefield - Queen of the Amazon.

I unreservedly display all my strength in this battle among my own kind, in this sacred duel, in this noble devotion.

In the past, due to my 'weak' body, I didn't have the strong body like my grandfather who bathed in dragon blood and became as strong as a dragon. I only inherited a little bit of his power and suppressed my nature as a warrior who wanted to fight.

As a descendant of a hero, the battle I have always been waiting for is here, and the moment of dedication to achieve glory is here.

You said I was a monster—

Then please don't lose to a pathetic and weak monster like me.

As a powerful demigod, please use all your strength to crush my beautiful dreams as a mortal. "

I see, after hearing this, I finally understood why Griffith, after putting on the armor, was so different from the peaceful, gentle and beautiful boy he was in normal times when he was in battle.

As a warrior, is it necessary to suppress the desire to fight in your heart because of your fragile body?

This even moved the God of War Ares.

I see--!

Although for some unknown reason, the hero Griffith was able to perfectly unleash the power of Achilles' armor, and even felt like he was surpassing Achilles, as if he was burning at 100% or 200% of the power.

But is this all due to the power of the artifact?

Why is the world so unfair to such a warrior with excellent will?

A mind that desires to be truly strong should not be bound by physical weakness.

At this moment, even Ares, whose mind was always full of thoughts of starting wars and causing chaos everywhere, couldn't help but want to help this poor mortal hero and let him fully shine.

But on the other side, Athena looked a little strange after hearing Ye's words.

She only half believed it.

And the other half——

A weak body——hmm, does it mean the terrifying wrist strength that allowed him to grasp Diomedes' spear with one hand and successfully snatch it?

What kind of Versailles statement is this?

At the same time, the gods who did not know the actual strength of Ye's body believed it, and on earth -

Penthesilea, the queen of the Amazons, naturally believed this.

In order to fight with myself with all my heart and soul, I even put on the weapons of the 'weak' to defeat myself...——

He firmly believed that as a demigod, she must be extremely powerful, but he was unable to meet this expectation.

Penthesilea, who was immediately fooled, had a delicate little face full of emotion at this moment, and all her anger and humiliation disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there is an indelible sense of depression and shame.

Why am I... so weak?!

Even if it was Achilles' armor, what did it matter? Even if she lost her weapon, she still had her fists and feet. If she lost her fists and feet, she still had her teeth.

As a demigod, his powerful body is the best weapon.

She understood——~!!!

At this moment, Penthesilea finally understood where the source of her greatest strength lay.

“I understand... - My body, which carries the blood of my father Ares, is my strongest weapon.

You are right. As a demigod who is naturally much stronger than mortals, and as a naturally strong person, I have no right to prevent the weak from using weapons to fight and increase their strength.

Because as a demigod, I and you as mortals were not standing on the same starting line from the beginning.

I clearly have such a huge advantage, but I was deterred by the fact that you were wearing a suit of armor - I even thought that I could not harm you without my weapon.

what--

Ah, I actually expected to crush the enemy with an unfair attitude.

Why - I am so weak. "Pentesilea suddenly burst into tears and puffed up her face with great reluctance and regret. Why did she show such a weak attitude?

Why is it so useless that it can't even respond to such a respectable fighting spirit.

It comes from the challenge that mortals give their all!

Faced with such unreserved strength, she should have been happy.

Then return with even more powerful force! Enjoy the fun of fighting!

Finally, after the endless satisfaction of fighting, you can calmly admire your opponent who has tried his best but still lost with the attitude of a strong person, saying that you have tried hard enough.

But it is not shameful for a weak person to lose to a strong person.

however--

Now the strong one has lost, but is still making excuses for himself.

Disadvantage in martial arts? Sora has a strong body, but cannot fully exert all his strength? Excuses, all excuses.

If you lose, you lose.

Ye: “It’s not the time to regret yet, this won’t do.

Be prepared, I won't let you go.

To satisfy me. Fight as hard as you can to please me!

Now let me teach you well.

What is this——a fight to the death with all your might! "Boom~! The next moment after Ye finished speaking, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body, and the azure flames burning from the corners of his eyes became even more vigorous.

Then, a terrifying black dragon shadow appeared behind him, and his golden vertical pupils were staring at Penthesilea with death in their eyes.