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After the priests read out their declaration of victory, Agamemnon roared loudly amid the bonfires burning the corpses of countless children.

"Heroes, we are only one step away from achieving eternal glory! Troy is waiting for us. Conquer it and gain supreme glory and victory!!!"

Agamemnon's voice cleared away all the gloom, and all the soldiers showed excited and bloodthirsty smiles in the darkness. Then, as if a button was pressed, they began to look for prisoners to vent their animal desires.

Kill the old, weak, women and children, rape all women, kill all men, and sacrifice all children!

This is what they are doing now, and what they will do to every Trojan after they conquer Troy! Not only the soldiers, but also the heroes of the great legends.

This is their heroic legend: looting, plundering, slaughtering, and humiliating!

Under the firelight, only a very few people did not participate in this bloody carnival, such as the wise Odysseus, who watched it all silently and slowly grasped the olive branch in his hand.

He is no longer needed here, the fierce heroes will take Troy tomorrow, and the ten-year war will be over in just three months. No more wooden horses, and the story of wisdom will be replaced by heroic power and victory.

And his heroic story will be in the next scene.

Volume 98: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 95 . [Troy] Impersonating the Name of God

Late at night, burning bonfires reached the sky of Tyrion City.

Hector's pale body was wrapped in linen, and his eyes were covered with a pair of shining gold coins, which were a sacrifice to the ferryman Charon, hoping that the Trojan prince would bribe the ferryman when crossing the Styx and be safely sent to the Garden of Aeschylus.

The old king watched woodenly as his son's body was engulfed in flames. He held the hand of Hector's wife Andromache, and Hector's wife had cried till all her tears ran dry. She could only watch silently as her husband's body was engulfed in flames!

Only Paris had a handsome face that was extremely distorted and hideous. Although he did not speak, one could feel his regret, more pain, and murderous intent.

He wanted to kill every Greek to avenge his brother.

Yes, he regretted it, he regretted why he brought Helen to Troy. But soon, the feeling of regret was replaced by a clearer anger and hatred.

After all, he couldn't hate Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world who he fell in love with at first sight.

And it is always easier to hate others than to hate yourself.

And the targets of Paris' hatred were not just these cruel and despicable Greeks.

The crowd was in an uproar, then split in two. Under the gaze of the crowd, Xia Lang, who seemed a little different, walked over silently.

He came to Hector's funeral.

Many people still looked at him in awe, but quite a few of them had become piercing, and were beginning to question and complain.

This is the reality of the people. When you bring victory to them, they will be lifted up high. When you bring failure, no matter how high you have been lifted up, you will still be greeted with such gazes.

Xia Lang didn't care about these looks at all, he just came to Hector's burning corpse in silence.

At this moment, the angry Paris rushed over, grabbed Xia Lang's arm and roared

"Why! Why did you come back instead of my brother? Aren't you a demigod? Why did you watch my brother die tragically?!"

The heavy questioning was like a battering ram hitting the heart! But Paris's questioning at this moment was also the questioning of everyone here.

We respect you as a demigod, the son of the great god of fire, a noble being, and we place our hopes on you. Then failure becomes so unforgivable.

Xia Lang looked at the questioning Paris indifferently. He grabbed Paris' arms and slowly exerted force, but the pretty boy soon gasped in pain and his hands were moved away!

"Why did Hector die? It was because of the gods you worshipped."

Xia Lang moved Paris's arm away, looked at the king, the priests, and all the soldiers and civilians of Troy, and said in a voice like a bell:

"Troy's current failure is because the gods are on the side of our enemies!!!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar!

The "oracle" from the Son of the God of Fire was more important than anything spoken by any priest! It also made them more terrified!

After all, for people living in this mythological age, nothing is more terrifying than knowing that the gods have abandoned them.

"Nonsense, you are just shirking responsibility. How could the gods help those Greek bandits!!!"

Chryseis's father, who was also the high priest of the Temple of Apollo, stood up angrily and accused Xia Lang, but Xia Lang merely cast him a look, and that scarlet gaze made him turn pale!

"I can make up lies to appease you, but the Greek army will still arrive at Tyrion's city tomorrow. The heroes who killed Hector will appear one after another, and you will soon face these invincible enemies."

Xia Lang looked at the rioting crowd indifferently, and just one sentence made them shut up.

Boundless pressure emanated from him. Chryseis looked at this strange man and felt that Xia Lang had changed. He no longer had the warmth of a fire, but a kind of...precipitated darkness.

"They will overrun Tyrion, kill every man, rape every woman, take your property, and carry off your children as slaves."

"Athena, Poseidon, and Hera will all stand on their side, and the heroes who carry out the so-called will of the gods will crush the mortal army. Troy will only become a footnote in their legendary story and a forgotten corner of the heroic myth."

Xia Lang's words were so extreme that without any words of comfort or hope, everyone in the city of Tyrion was weeping.

"But not all gods are our enemies."

Xia Lang looked at them, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, and said in a voice that sounded sacred.

"Starting tomorrow, I will fight under the city of Tyrion! Apollo, Ares, Artemis and Aphrodite will bless me! I will protect every wall of Troy and crush every enemy that invades this city!!!"

The hero of this city is gone, so the people need a new hero. Whether he is real or fake, they need pure hope.

After everyone's expressions of panic gradually changed to ones of peace of mind, Xia Lang continued

"After the first day of fighting, I want you to leave Tyrion one-tenth of the time. On the second day, it will be another one-tenth. In ten days, I want you to leave here as much as possible, go somewhere else, build a new Troy, and look for new hope!"

Xia Lang could not predict that he would win, but rather he knew very well that he would never get the victory he desired.

In this case, he only hopes that more Trojans can survive. Without the city, without the hometown, without the land, but as long as there are people, there is still hope.

Troy stands here, standing on the other side of hope.

"But don't be afraid, leaving here is the will of the gods!!!"

After a moment of silence, someone in the crowd spoke first.

"But doesn't this mean we have to leave our homeland?"

Having chosen lies, Xia Lang simply let go of everything and used his thunderous voice to show the confused Trojans the way forward.

"There is a prosperous land on the other side of the sea, where the Trojans will build an even greater civilization!"

"Demeter's grace will bring you a good harvest, Ares' blessing will make you invincible, Artemis's gift will allow you to hunt all the beasts in the forest, and Apollo's light will bring you health and longevity!"

"Troy will become even greater, and don't be afraid of all this coming. I will fight for Troy until the last moment. No one except the gods can cross my way!"

"This is not an escape, but a wait for new hope! Troy will be reborn in flames, and under the flames of destruction, it will eventually conquer the entire Aegean Sea!"

Boom! ! !

I don’t know if it was a coincidence or something, but a roar of thunder fell from the sky, and Xia Lang suddenly untied his cloak, revealing the dark berserker armor underneath!

"Ouch!!!!"

Accompanied by a terrifying wolf howl, the black and red hungry wolf suddenly roared in the sky, making him look extremely ferocious. And the scarlet blood rushed straight into the sky, as if to dye everything red!

Horrible! Horrible! But for the Trojans who were in fear and anxiety, this was what they wanted to see most.

"Ares, it's Ares who is blessing him!!!"

"May the God of War bless us, and we will still fight! Fellow Trojans, let the seeds of hope fly from the magic box, and leave us, the warriors, to face the thieves who want to plunder us!"

"Son of the God of Fire! Chosen by the God of War, Xia Lang! Xia Lang! Xia Lang!!!"

Wild cheers and passionate roars resounded through the sky of Troy. This funeral, which should have been extremely sad, turned into Xia Lang's personal show.

The real king and prince of Troy seemed to have become forgotten things. The people responded to the cheers of the Son of God but forgot their former king.

But the old king did not show any reaction. Priam could only watch his son turn into ashes in sadness and dullness, and only Paris stared at Xia Lang with resentment.

This is the mark of this era, the one who rules over mortals is not the king but the one who holds divine power. The power and glory of man are so insignificant under the grace of God.

This was not good and Xia Lang didn't like it, but he knew he had to do it.

Facing an enemy who is truly protected by a god, since I can't find a god myself, I can only forge a god.

Maybe Ares was watching, maybe the god of war was angry, but so be it.

He had no choice but to continue his deception or watch the Trojans collapse.

Troy, wait and hope!

The night's funeral suddenly turned into a carnival feast. The first group of people sang songs of Dionysus and reveled, and then at daybreak, they began to leave Tyrion in an orderly manner.

They had to leave before the Greek army completely surrounded this place and head for the fertile land that Xia Lang had pointed out.

Xia Lang knew that they would multiply there until a hero named Romulus was born and established the great Rome.

The Greek bandits will eventually pay the price for their past atrocities, the heroes will die a miserable death for their expeditions, and so will mortals!

After a night of revelry, Xia Lang also got drunk. He could choose not to get drunk, but he wanted to get drunk and fall asleep.

He closed his eyes, forgot his sorrow, and no longer looked at the displaced people.

After all, no matter how nice the words sound, he is still just a rookie on the battlefield for the first time.

However, this inevitable war must continue. So... fight!

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Volume 100: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 96 . [Troy] Competition with the God of Fire

After seeing off the Trojan prince, the people began to party, bringing out fine wine, delicious food, and everything they had.

They drove away the fear in their hearts with revelry, dedicated to the great Dionysus, the god of wine and madness.

But no one could blame these Trojans for their actions.

They will start leaving their country tomorrow. Even if they act like they don't care, leaving their homeland is a cruel thing for any country or cultural group.

But in the end, some people couldn't join in such a carnival.

"My brother, their prince died in battle, and they reveled all night after his funeral!"

Inside Tyrion's royal city, the angry Paris is using unprovoked violence to vent his anger and frustration!

"And him, Xia Lang, he is plotting to seize our country! Look, the Trojans are now submitting to him, not you, father!!!"

Paris pointed at the revelers outside and expressed his dissatisfaction with his father, but Priam just stared blankly at the rope in his hand, raised his head, and said weakly

"Paris, shut up."

Paris was stunned, because this was the first time in his life that he heard his father speak so solemnly.

"Hector died a heroic death. He faced the Greek heroes on the battlefield, but was killed by a Greek arrow. Paris, do not insult your brother's courage."

Every word Priam said made him feel a pain in his heart. He gently covered his chest and whispered:

"Leave here, Paris. Let me stay with Troy and lead the people of Troy."

"I will never!!!"

When this matter, and only this matter, was mentioned, Paris made a stubborn voice.

"This all started because of me. I can't escape, absolutely not!!!"

Paris's statement was so firm that it gave people the illusion that he was a responsible person. Even if his father looked at him pleadingly, it could not change Paris's decision.

At this moment, Helen, twisting her slender waist and bringing a gust of fragrant wind, came over slowly, put her jade hand on Paris' waist, and whispered

"My brave little lion, you are right. You are the prince of Troy. Everything started with you, and it should end with you."

Helen's encouragement made Paris more resolute in his decision, but Priam was so angry that he could hardly stand up.

He seemed to finally realize what kind of disaster his son had brought back. Helen not only brought war to Troy, but now seemed to be taking away his last son.

"you."