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Daias's body slowly fell down, first his legs, and then his whole body fell heavily like a falling mountain!

There were countless wounds on his chest, and the sharp claws almost cut open his chest, revealing countless hideous and terrifying organs.

But his expression was one of relief, as if a kind of suffering had ended and the shame on him had retreated.

After a moment of silence, thunderous cheers broke out from the walls of Troy!!!

The Trojans praised Xia Lang's name. The son of the god of fire defeated the Greek heroes. They were the real ones favored by the gods. The gods truly favored them!!!

Amidst the roaring cheers, Agamemnon's expression became more gloomy. Xia Lang, panting, picked up the great hammer and bronze shield of Ajax the Great. In an instant, he felt something flowing through him.

It didn't matter, he ignored it and pointed the hammer at Agamemnon. Heavy and terrifying hisses and laughter came from the armor.

"Come on, you Greek robbers and bandits, get out of here! Or - come the next one!!!"

Agamemnon looked gloomy, but he finally chose to retreat because he knew that without the help of the heroes, the Greeks would never be able to defeat Troy.

The Greek army retreated back to their camp, but this was not giving up. Tomorrow, new heroes would come, until they defeated the beast and rushed into Troy.

Xia Lang returned to the city wall, where he was greeted by the admiration and worship of the Trojan warriors. After taking off his armor, he was left with only deep fatigue and severe physical pain.

This is just the beginning, even just the simplest beginning.

He forced himself to keep a high profile and went back to rest amidst the crowd, but he didn't notice the two glances directed at him.

One was filled with resentment, while the other... was strangely fiery.

"A savage beast, a cruel hungry wolf...oh."

The peerless beauty caressed her smooth jade-like skin with a charming smile on her face

"It's so addictive~"

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ps: Book recommendation time! "The Berserker Savior, Arrives in Grand Manners!"

Introduction: Are you saying that this is the savior you are responsible for? "

"Yes, please watch the vcr"

The staff of the Space Administration looked aside

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! The power of ultimate darkness is so fitting. It makes me want to sing a song!”

Volume 103: Xia Lang's Various Travels: Chapter 99 . [Troy] Hero, Troy's Hero, Rome's Hero (Additional Update)

Victory.

As Xia Lang tore the body of Ajax the Great into pieces, Xia Lang fulfilled his promise to the people of Troy and won the victory over the Greek heroes!

And naturally, after this overwhelming victory, Agamemnon ordered his soldiers to retreat.

To be honest, with the intensity of war now rising from the level of mortal movies to the level of mythology...does something like soldiers really have any meaning?

They are like miscellaneous soldiers in the world of the strong, a group of worthless and meaningless things. They are said to be the main body of the war, but they cannot hurt the powerful heroes at all.

But this is also inevitable under the heroic historical view, because heroes are the ones who possess absolute violence, and therefore, heroes are the ones who are absolutely right.

The majority of the people are just a pile of meaningless straw.

Xia Lang could have chased after him and killed him - if he were the old him, he would have definitely done so, but he suppressed the crazy roar of the dark beast in his body.

It's not the right time to kill, because it's meaningless...

His goal was not simply to kill, he wanted to defend the last city of Troy, to defend the high wall that finally protected the people of Troy.

He had to buy time, enough time for all the Trojans in Tyrion to escape.

When Xia Lang returned to the city of Troy, he was greeted by the cheers of almost all the Trojans!

Compared to the old king who escaped with many Trojans last night, the Trojans who remained in the city recognized this hero who was protecting them so closely.

To be frank, if Xia Lang said at this moment that he wanted to become the king of Troy, he would definitely get a lot of support!

This is what the Aegean countries looked like during this era. The king’s identity was not necessarily determined by the nobility of his bloodline, but more by his ability.

From a hero to a king, such cases are not uncommon in Greek mythology!

"Xia! Xia! Xia!"

"Our hero! Our Son of God! Our Troy's stronghold!!!"

"Let me serve you, I am willing to be your servant!"

Surrounded by the crowd and facing the shy fragrance of countless girls, Xia Lang, who had achieved initial victory, couldn't help feeling a sense of elated.

He protected the people and defeated the powerful enemy. Isn't it natural for him to feel proud?

But he kept a cool head.

After bidding farewell to the cheering crowd and rejecting all invitations, Xia Lang returned to his workshop once again, isolating himself from the carnival and everything else.

After regaining his composure, Xia Lang took off his Berserker Armor, and then -

"what!!!!"

He let out a shrill scream, then fell to the ground and began to twitch.

Pain, extremely intense pain!

All the pain from the battle with Daeas came flooding back the moment it ended and he took off his armor.

The Berserker Armor repaired all the injuries on Xia Lang's body from the battle with Ajax the Great, and Fenrir's microcosm also suppressed the pain.

Connected to the incomplete Fenrir's divine armor, all he felt was the demon wolf's endless desire for divinity.

When the hunt is over, the demon wolf's microcosm will never stay. When everything fades away, the pain and injuries from the hunt will come back like a tide.

Xia Lang was twitching wildly on the ground. The unbearable pain continued to accumulate and caused damage to his nerves, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, forcing himself to bear it.

Such pain was not a completely bad thing for him.

Just like learning to be beaten before fighting, this kind of pain can also help him better grasp the feeling of Fenrir's microcosm...

He didn't have the time to practice for many years, so he could only take shortcuts like Ikki and the Dark Saints. Pain, pain, and other stimulating negative emotions could better stimulate his spirituality.

Ha, this is also the reason why Xia Lang chose Fenrir's God Cloth instead of Pegasus's Holy Cloth, which also has the 'God-killing' characteristic.

After all, regardless of whether he is qualified to wear the latter, Pegasus's microcosm does not have such an extremely stimulating feeling.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

As the cruel demon wolf withdrew, the pain in the small universe left behind finally retreated from Xia Lang's body. He was panting, and the sweat flowing all over his body had dyed a wet area under him.

He struggled to stand up, then picked up the shield and hammer he had seized from Ajax the Great.

After all the divinity was devoured by Fenrir, this special weapon has lost all its brilliance.

But it doesn't matter. There may still be some divinity hidden in it that has not been completely eaten by Fenrir. Even if it is just scraps, it can be used to strengthen his armor.

Xia Lang threw the equipment into the fire with trembling hands. As the temperature rose, he took a deep breath to steady his madly shaking right hand, and raised the forging hammer!

One by one, the sound of hammering slowly spread throughout the workshop.

……

An unknown amount of time had passed before Xia Lang, who had once again experienced the pain of putting on his armor again, walked out of the workshop with a pale face.

As the night progressed and the celebrations came to an end, another group of Trojans were chosen and left the city.

Xia Lang looked from afar at the crowd that formed a long line of people leaving, and the burden in his heart was unconsciously relieved a lot.

He wanted to lie down, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a beautiful figure lying next to him.

She just lay there, the breeze blowing through her dark hair, revealing her crystal skin and delicate collarbone.

Xia Lang didn't say anything, but just touched her lightly. As the armor touched her coldly, Chryseis woke up with a cry.

"This is not a good place to sleep." Xia Lang looked at the young saint and princess and said softly.

"I'm here to see you for the last time." Chryseis lowered her head and said softly.

"There's nothing to be sad about. Only when you leave here and Troy will you have hope." Xia Lang looked at the team in the distance and said quietly.

"You have already defeated Daeas, why are you still so pessimistic?"

Xia Lang looked at her, smiling without saying anything, as if he was telling her, If you don't have pessimistic thoughts, why did you come to me?

Chryseis turned pale and lowered her head.

She wouldn't tell me about her recent dreams, which were terrible dreams that always depicted the fall of Troy.

Destroyed and ravaged again and again, it seemed as if Troy was destined to perish on this battlefield.

Chryseis never told anyone her dreams, even though they seemed like an oracle, because she knew that telling them would only add to her troubles.

"Chryseis, have you ever thought that another part of your body has another name?" Xia Lang looked at the young priestess and said faintly.

In the movie world, the character of Chryseis is actually a fusion of three characters: the daughter of Prianos, Cassandra, the prophet who was cursed by Apollo and could only predict bad news and was destined not to be believed, and Briseis, the spoils of Achilles.

Xia Lang was not surprised that she could predict dreams like Cassandra. He even never thought that Troy could survive.

"Don't worry, and don't feel pain. Chryseis, the country exists because of the people. Where there are people, there is the country."

Xia Lang patted Chryseis on the shoulder and said quietly

"I will act as a shield for you until you all leave. Don't feel sad for me, because this may be my responsibility and mistake."

Two blushes appeared on Chryseis's fair face. She wanted to say something excitedly, but was stopped by Xia Lang.

He looked at the girl with a smile. He knew clearly what she wanted to say, but... it was better not to say it.

Chryseis understood what he meant and showed a sad expression. Xia Lang suddenly sat down cross-legged, lying on Chryseis's legs, looking at the dark night sky and whispered

"Please sing one last song for me. I want to have a good sleep..."

Chryseis smiled softly, revealing her beautiful dimples, and then began to chant softly, mixed with the wind.

Sing heroes, sing stories, sing Troy, sing... Xia Lang.

My hero, my warrior, my love, I don't know what the future holds. We may never meet again, but everything that happened today will become songs and myths, passed down by us forever.

You will be immortalized in our story.

Xia Lang closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep accompanied by the beautiful song.

This time, he had a long dream.

He dreamed of the seven towering hills, the endless plains, and a she-wolf licking his cheek with sparkling eyes.

What did it want to do? Xia Lang didn't know, but he felt the mother wolf's closeness and gratitude to him, a warm, weak, but shining blessing was given to him.

We give you our blessing, we give you our thanks, hero of Troy... hero of Rome.

Xia Lang blinked, then left peacefully.

Xia Lang woke up from a rare good sleep.

A sweet fragrance seemed to float by his ears, and Xia Lang slowly lowered his head. A small sun woven with shining golden silk threads appeared in his palm.

"Chryseis..."

Xia Lang murmured her name, then smiled bitterly and shook his head.

He really didn't like her and had never had any feelings for her, but it was definitely not a pleasant experience to let down a girl's love.

She is an innocent person, but also a good woman. She is also in the team leaving Troy, and I hope her future... will also be a smooth journey.

Xia Lang took a deep breath, dispelling all the strong smell of alcohol and coma in his body.

Time to start a new day...a new kill!

Volume 104: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 100 . [Troy] The Demonic Wolf That Devoured the Hero (Additional Update)

On the first day, Xia Lang killed Ajax the Great and took his hammer and shield.

The next day, Charon used Ajax the Great's shield to block eight of the Cretan king Idomeneus's javelins, then tore off his head and took away his remaining twelve javelins.

On the third day he pierced the wise Palamedes with the twelve javelins of Idomeneus, depriving the future inventor of the scales of his sword, and with it pierced his heart.

On the fourth day, the sword of wisdom was broken, and the broken hammer and wolf claws finally tore open the chest of little Ajax, watering the wolf's armor with his blood.

The fifth day, the sixth day...the seventh day, the eighth day