Starting from the other world, I joined the chat group at the same time

The duel under Tyrion lasted for eight consecutive days, and in the end, Xia Lang won every time.

This pitch-black demon wolf, the son of Hephaestus, displayed amazing strength beyond that of mythical heroes, defeating almost all the heroes of the Greek coalition!

Glory turned into a call of death. Even though many heroes still gathered around him and wanted to draw lots to fight him, Agamemnon did not allow it.

I failed eight times…what happens if I fail two more times?

Agamemnon didn't know, he asked the priests, but the priests gave him only ambiguous answers.

He would rather trust his feelings, and his feelings told him that there would be no next two failures.

In the Greek army's camp, under the bonfire burning in the tent, Agamemnon began the sacrifice again.

But this time, he did not choose the Trojan children.

Perhaps it was because the previous twenty or so sacrifices had not produced any results, and neither the god of war nor the goddess of victory had been able to bless them, so the priest told Agamemnon that he must offer a more substantial sacrifice.

Agamemnon chose to retreat and compromise, just as he compromised with Artemis and offered his daughter.

Agamemnon called the priest. The priest lifted up his long white robe and hurried across the sand, stopped in front of Agamemnon, put his hands on his heart and bowed his head.

"Will this skinny thing do?" Agamemnon asked casually. He knew the answer before he even opened his mouth. The priest looked at the terrified child, trying to hide his joy, but Agamemnon saw the desire flashing in his eyes.

Why? Perhaps it was because the child was the son of Diomedes.

Diomedes, the ruler of Argos and a subordinate of Agamemnon, is equal to kings such as Odysseus and Nestor. His father is Tydeus, one of the seven heroes in the First Theban War.

He chose his son because he had died at the hands of the hungry wolf of the God of Fire in the duel on the eighth day yesterday. His body was torn apart, his chariot and weapons were taken away, and he became a meaningless corpse under the city of Troy.

The son of the corpse had no status at all, so he was chosen to be the sacrifice for this time.

"Yes, your Majesty is wise. Yes, yes." The priest licked his thin lips.

"Then take him away and help him prepare."

The child cried again, but the priest slapped him hard in the face, and then dragged the poor child to the altar for sacrifice.

Just as the sacrifice was about to begin, a clay pot flew over the crowd and hit a soldier on the head, then bounced off and smashed into the priest, soaking him with the smelly liquid. The priest was so shocked that he couldn't move, he stood there, his hand holding the knife still raised in the air, and then he looked down at his wet robe.

Agamemnon was furious and scanned the crowd, looking for the murderer, determined to skin him alive. At this time, another pottery pot broke in the crowd.

A sound in the air caught Agamemnon's eyes, and he saw several small black objects falling from the sky, thrown from the mist behind the ships parked on the coast. A clay pot hit the cooking fire, and what happened next was very familiar to Agamemnon.

The pots burst, and flames splashed into the crowd, catching fire on clothing and skin. The crowd panicked and fled to higher ground. A man's tunic caught fire, and he stumbled and fell on the priest. There was a loud hissing sound, and the priest's robes caught fire in blue and yellow flames.

The priest dropped his knife and began to beat the flames with his hands, but his hands also caught fire, and he screamed and ran to the shoreline, seeking shelter in the cold water. The flames leaped all over his body, and his hair was also on fire. Agamemnon watched as the priest stumbled to the ground, his robes had been burned off, his skin was charred, but the flames still lingered, devouring his flesh.

Another campfire exploded nearby. Agamemnon ran for higher ground on his hands and knees, looking like a drowned dog.

The sacrifice was terminated, and the child was rescued in the chaos. In the distance, Odysseus, who had thrown the pottery jar, looked at the fleeing Agamemnon and laughed at him with disdain.

"This is the king whom the heroes serve, and yet he is not even as good as Jason."

"By the way, it's your turn tomorrow, right? After all, your 'death' is also the beginning of the prologue."

Odysseus said to the person behind him. It was a man wearing intricately carved golden armor that looked like a work of art. He was holding a giant tree spear and looked very heroic.

He seemed to be Achilles, the great hero in the legend! But he was not, or rather, he just made himself look like Achilles.

But he was no Achilles, not at all.

"The hero of the comet refused to fall and was unwilling to join this new war. So we have to replace him with an Achilles who has nothing to do with you, but no matter what, he just needs to satisfy the last act of this boring drama."

"Forget it. This time it's ruined because of that outsider. But it doesn't matter. His appearance makes everything more dramatic. Wow... It makes me look forward to it."

"It was indeed the right thing to do not leave. Let me enjoy it till the end."

Odysseus had an intelligent smile on his face, but for some reason it looked a little feminine.

The owl hovered over his shoulder, gently preening its feathers.

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Inside Tyrion

The feasting and drinking had never stopped since eight days ago. Every day of victory and every night, the people of Troy would celebrate the return and victory of their heroes with unbridled carnival.

Bring out the wine, bring out the delicious food, the girls dance, and they party and have fun as if there is no tomorrow, as if there is no next night.

However, the number of people attending the banquet was decreasing.

It was not because of the war, but as the feast continued, more and more people were sent away from Tyrion.

They obeyed Xia Lang's orders and used every victory as an opportunity to leave the city they lived in. Even though they were full of reluctance and hope, they still had to set sail and stay away from this place of trouble.

But the people have no complaints. They have immense respect and love for the heroes who can bring them victory and glory and protect their safety.

Even those who really had doubts and hostility towards Xia Lang had left here early.

Among the countless people gathered around the banquet, there was only one person who was hostile and unwilling to leave.

“Bring some wine!!!”

Paris' face was flushed and he yelled rudely at the maid beside him. His trembling hands due to drunkenness dropped the golden wine glass, spilling the precious wine all over the floor.

The maid beside her silently picked up the wine glass, then lowered her head to get the wine, but Paris stopped her, his handsome face flushed with anger.

"You, what was that look in your eyes just now! Are you laughing at me? Right?"

Paris drew his sword with a bang and roared at the maid. The frightened maid stepped back several steps, but Paris did not really kill her. He just roared helplessly and furiously.

"You all look down on me! You all think it's my fault, right!!!"

He roared and howled like a wounded beast or an abandoned dog.

He could not deceive himself; the change in the attitude of the people in Troy towards him was so obvious.

When he brought Helen back, the people of the entire Troy did not blame him but praised his heroic act, believing that he was a true hero for obeying God's will and taking the most beautiful woman.

But everything changed when he brought war.

The Trojans began to resent him for the destruction he had brought. His brother told him that it was all because of his selfishness and that even his brother had been killed by the war he had brought.

Paris knew it was his own fault. He wanted to take Helen and flee Troy and the war, but Helen told him that he was too young and naive.

Yes, when Agamemnon landed in Troy, when the so-called hero led the warriors to burn, kill and loot in every corner of Troy, Paris should have understood that he was just an excuse for war.

The Golden King, who longs to rule, and the Greeks, who long to prove their bravery through the destruction and death of other countries, will not let them go. It doesn't matter if Helen is not there. The war will inevitably begin and no one can stop it.

At this time, Paris even felt a sense of relief, because he could perhaps tell himself that he was not a scourge, and was not the real cause of the war...

He was drunk and wanted to fall asleep forever. But in his dream, he dreamed of an experience he had never had before.

In the dream, he was a shepherd who was taken to Mount Olympus by Hermes, where Zeus asked him to distribute golden apples to three goddesses to decide who was the most beautiful.

The graceful Hera promised him immense power, the brave and powerful Athena promised him heroic strength, and the beautiful and charming Aphrodite promised him the most beautiful woman in the world.

But he chose the last one.

He gave up his position as a king and his power as a hero to get the most beautiful woman in the world. But what was the price...

Paris suddenly woke up from his dream, and next to him was Helen who was taking care of him. The moonlight fell on Helen's creamy skin, and her charming face looked even more beautiful as she gently lifted her hair around her ears.

Paris felt an impulse rising in his heart, and he hugged Helen regardless of the consequences and was about to push her down. At this moment, he saw Helen's eyes and saw the mockery hidden in those eyes.

"who are you!!!"

Paris suddenly remembered his dream and broke out in a cold sweat. He pushed Helen away and asked loudly:

Helen just smiled softly, took Paris's arm with her jade-like hand, and whispered in his ear:

"I am the most beautiful woman in the world... Paris, my little lion, you wanted to be a hero, you wanted to be a king, you regret it, you are jealous of him, right?"

Helen giggled, as if she was laughing at Paris's stupidity and indecision, and pushed Paris away and laughed.

"Well, dear little lion, I will make you get what you want. Since you don't want me anymore, how about letting me return Hera and Athena's gift to you?"

Paris opened his mouth slightly. He couldn't understand what was going on, nor did he understand why his Helen had become like this.

He just stretched out his hand towards Helen in vain, but he could not stop the beautiful figure from swaying and disappearing into the darkness.

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Volume 105: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 101 . [Troy] The Immortal Demon

I killed the hero, I became the hero.

If we follow the standards of Greek mythology, can I be considered a true hero and a true warrior after slaughtering so many heroes in a row?

Xia Lang didn't know the answer to this question, but he was indeed busy with something in the workshop.

In the past few days, every time he defeated the Greek heroes, he would take their weapons, either to kill the next hero, or to integrate them into his own armor.

Xia Lang watched indifferently as Diomedes' sword turned into golden water and merged into his armor. Then, regardless of the heat inside, he took his body into it.

The hot metal burned the skin and gave off a burnt smell, but the scars would be easily repaired, leaving only the pain and further feeling of the power given by the armor.

"Woo~"

Xia Lang closed his eyes, he could feel the greedy smell emanating from this armor, the greed and appetite he felt when he was fed these heroic things.

The armor devours the divinity of the heroes, blessed by the Olympian gods, and feels satisfied with it.

The divinity bestowed by Hephaestus activated Fenrir's microcosm, but in order to maintain the continuation of this incomplete microcosm, he had to devour more divinity.

He killed heroes, and these heroes became the foundation for feeding and maintaining Fenrir's microcosm.

He was devouring the blood of the heroes, devouring the blood of the gods contained in them! Therefore, he was satisfied and happy, because it was a god's battle robe made in imitation of the God Eater, and this incomplete god's battle robe naturally carried the greed of the devouring God King in the myth.

And this satisfaction also turned into strength that was given back to Xia Lang.

He heaved a long sigh of relief, and the connection between Fenrir's microcosm and him became closer, making his power more advanced.

And this may be the reason why he was able to defeat the Greek heroes who became stronger day by day.

There are only two days left in the ten-day period. Tomorrow is my second-to-last opponent, so who will be the next one?

Xia Lang had actually guessed it, because according to the progression of Homer's epic, the next opponent must be a foreshadowing of the last one.

Even with a troublemaker like himself, the gods behind the Greeks seemed to be determined to make this epic complete according to its original process.

Hector died, so he took Hector's place. The Greek heroes continued to fight him until the hero of the epic came and put an end to his villainy.

Even though he fought hard, Xia Lang seemed unable to escape the manipulation and arrangements of the Olympian gods.

But, it's nothing.

Xia Lang was unusually calm at the moment. His repeated victories did not make him proud, because he knew that he could not compete with a real enemy.

But he was not discouraged. After all, even if he couldn't win, he had his own trump cards and his own "methods".

If this is viewed as a game, at the very least, Xia Lang has the ability and skill to drag the entire Greek coalition army to take down Tartarus!

After a long meditation, Xia Lang emerged from his armor. The burns all over his body had been repaired, but the pain still lingered in his body.

At the same time, his hair inevitably turned gray.

He pulled gently, and grinned at the white hair in his palm. Aging, decaying, the vitality faded with the course of the battle, and also left with the repair of the body.

How much of his life had he paid for it? Thirty years? Forty years? He didn't know, but he didn't bother to care about it.

If you want to drive a small universe that you don't have and raise it to the point of fighting with heroes, how can you do it without paying a price?

Taking a deep breath, he opened the chat group, grinned at a few newly listed items in the file area, and then bought them to his heart's content.

His points came from some weapons and armor he had just sold. Xia Lang didn't necessarily need the rest of them. After all, the essence of such an exchange was just to support his needs.

The purchase mechanism of the chat group determines that they can "borrow" from each other, by listing a large number of worthless goods for borrowers to buy, and in this way lending out their own points.

However, these supports are undoubtedly "loans" that need to be repaid. As for the interest rate and so on - you can negotiate it yourself.

Anyway, the self in the Baki world and the self in the AI ​​world who was not online but had displayed many technological creations, who were doing business with Xia Lang, did not intend to charge interest.

[World of Martial Arts (Jin Yong)]: Brother, are you really going to do this?

[Baki (H)]: I can't get the key materials here. Although I really want to go to Okinawa to see if I can get them, it's still a bit difficult.

[Western Fantasy (Troy)]: It doesn't matter. The materials you gave me are almost enough for the basic requirements. Of course, it would be better if you could provide me with more materials.

[Martial Arts World (Jin Yong)]: Okay, brother, if you want to play so big, then go ahead, just take your own safety measures. But... that thing can really be knocked out with a hammer (?_?

Faced with the questioning of his ID in another world, Xia Lang smiled and typed:

[Western Fantasy (Troy)]: My cheat is very powerful. I can even knock out an XB-70 bomber fighter with a hammer. Of course, I need enough materials. The materials you support and the ones I exchanged are enough.