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

Xia Lang didn't bother to care whether he would turn back into the original Paris. Tomorrow would be the end of everything, and he didn't want to waste any more feelings here.

"This is Hector's spear. I fashioned it into a shape that might be able to kill a demigod. I was planning to use it tomorrow, but now I don't have any use for it. You can take it for yourself."

"Whether you flee as your original fate would have been, or continue your fate of dying here, it's up to you."

After saying that, Xia Lang turned and left without any emotion. Only Paris looked at the spear in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming confused, and then he slowly and firmly grasped it.

One night, it passed by.

In the end, those who were willing to leave Troy also embarked on the journey of leaving, and only those who really did not want to leave and wanted to live and die with Troy stayed.

As always, Xia Lang left the city he came from and came to the foot of the city.

As always, the Greek army gathered again.

Oh, I really don't know where their morale comes from? Or is it that the gods behind the scenes have directly locked their morale and dared not retreat?

Agamemnon still looked half-dead, but this time he was wrapped in bandages and his whole body exuded a burnt smell.

Even the smell coming out of his mouth carried the stench of a rotting corpse.

The Golden King looked like a rotten mummy at this moment, and next to him was his younger brother. The expression of the Spartan king was extremely silent and depressed.

Xia Lang stepped forward holding the giant tree spear he had seized yesterday, stared at it for a moment, and sneered.

"It seems that Hades really hates you, King of Gold. Your soul has no home at all. I'm afraid even the abyss of Tartarus can't hold you."

"Kill~him~"

A dry and rancid sound flowed from Agamemnon's mouth, and the silent army broke apart again. From it, a handsome young man emerged, driving the swift and turbulent undead chariot pulled by three horses formed by streams of water.

He is very handsome, so handsome that he doesn't fit in with the painting style of this Hollywood movie world. So handsome that his green hair looks particularly eye-catching.

Xia Lang now understood the "surprise" that Aphrodite mentioned.

Captain Olga, it's you!!!

Volume 108: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 104 . [Troy] Battle of Achilles

When Xia Lang knew that this was the world of origin mythology and that these gods could replace the extended characters of Olympus mythology from other worlds through special means, he had already made sufficient preparations.

He was even prepared to fight against Achilles, the Sky Warrior, but Aphrodite was surprised by this.

Well, it’s not beyond my expectations.

After all, although the origins are completely different, Achilles can be considered an extension of the character born from the Olympus mythology.

After all, even if the Olympian gods in that world were a group of mechanical gods, Achilles was still the son of Peleus, King of Thessaly, and Thetis, the goddess of the sea. He was a demigod and a disciple of Chiron.

The only difference in the setting is that his invulnerable body is actually forged by his mother in the Holy Fire of Olympus. And his immortal body may also be a nanomachine of the Olympian Mecha God, and has little to do with the so-called Styx.

Wow, thinking about it this way, it actually feels more reasonable.

"Ah, what a beautiful day."

Xia Lang looked up at the clear sky and said with a smile

"The gods really chose a perfect opponent for me, Achilles, an Achilles without divinity, an Achilles who, strictly speaking, doesn't even have a drop of divine blood."

The person in front of him might have divinity according to the panel of the Heroic Servant on the moon, but objectively speaking, it cannot be said that he has no relationship with the true gods at all, but it can be said that he has no connection with them at all.

At least in Fenrir's microcosm, he did not feel that the real son of demigod in front of him had any desire to devour him. Although the magic wolf's microcosm still supported Xia Lang, it was full of laziness and lethargy.

After all, when faced with something completely inedible, Fenrir really couldn't muster the slightest interest.

How should Xia Lang feel? Flattered? Facing a small troublemaker like him, the gods actually targeted him.

"Hey! You seem to know why I'm here."

The Achilles from the Type-Moon world pointed his spear at Xia Lang and said bluntly:

"Where is this? This is Troy." Xia Lang showed a mocking and teasing smile.

"Troy? Stop kidding, right here?" Achilles sneered and shook his head.

The Troy in his memory was not such a small ochre city. The Troy in his memory was a white and huge city, a high wall with countless steel mechas, and an invincible city of gods that they had to activate giant Trojan mechas hundreds of meters high to finally break through.

Was it Troy in front of him? He only needed one move to destroy it.

"Yes, this is Troy, and the wretch next to you is Agamemnon. Your cousin died at my hands yesterday, but before that, Hector died at the hands of Ajax the Great."

Xia Lang crossed his arms and said slowly

"Are you a Servant? Or just a projection? It doesn't matter. It makes no difference. You are here, and you should also understand the 'responsibility' given to you by the invisible gods."

Achilles' eyes showed a trace of confusion, and then he quickly abandoned all the confusion.

"You're right." He smiled at Xia Lang

"Kill you and conquer this city. This is the mission I was given when I left the Throne of Heroes this time."

The Olympian gods of the original mythology could not do anything to those extraordinary second-creation Saints, but arranging a heroic spirit on the moon was more than enough for them.

So, should we go to war over this?

"Wait! I want to join in too!"

An unexpected voice broke the silence. Paris, carrying his brother's javelin, took his shield and sword and walked out of the city wall, heading towards the battlefield without hesitation.

His face was covered with scars, and the bruises from yesterday hadn't even drained away yet. But even so, Paris's slightly swollen face was still full of determination.

"You despicable little white face!!!"

Menelaos, who was bewildered beside Agamemnon, saw the pretty boy who caused all this and rushed out in anger. He drew his Spartan King's sword and shouted at Paris:

"Everything started because of you. Come, let me kill you!!!"

Paris' eyes flashed with fear, but he still tensed his body and said

"Then let the war end here! Whoever dies will take Helen and the treasure with him, and let the war end here!"

"Okay, no problem. I will completely destroy your pretty face!"

Menelaos grinned, he looked up and saw Helen on the city wall, his queen was as beautiful as before, and even gave him a beautiful smile.

Menelaos then swept away the decadence and confusion of the past few days as if he had been injected with chicken blood, snatched his shield from the soldier, and shouted at Paris!

"Come, let me kill you!"

Raise the sword, raise the shield, and face Paris who is doing the same!

However, Xia Lang and Achilles, the real protagonists of this battlefield, watched this scene coldly and even made some sarcastic comments.

"Am I going to see another fight between two noobs like this?"

Achilles sneered disdainfully. It seems that even in his world, the duel between Prince Paris and the King of Sparta is still ugly.

"Just watch, they fight theirs, we fight ours..."

Xia Lang's body slowly arched downwards, then his entire body suddenly leaned back, and then he threw the giant tree spear in his hand with all his might like a fully drawn bowstring!!!

The spear shot out like a missile and attacked Achilles with a roaring sound! The Servant in front of him just raised his shield -

Achilles Cosmos

A true 'treasure' from a magical world, it is the shield made by the god of forging Hephaestus.

The world that Achilles sees is projected on it, and the sea currents surge outside because of the sea god. As a weapon made by God, it is endowed with complete resistance to almost all attacks against people, armies, cities, and national treasures in that attributed fantasy world.

Of course, perhaps a strong enough physical attack would be enough to tear apart all the so-called characteristic defenses. But obviously, the brute force brought by the Berserker Armor mixed with the fragments of the God's Battle Suit was far from enough.

Click! ! !

As the spear collided with the shield forged by the advanced civilization, this spear, which came from the severely weakened primitive myth and was only made of ash wood and bronze, broke easily.

Achilles raised his eyebrows, looked at the shattered spear in front of him, and chuckled.

"that's all?"

Xia Lang didn't say anything, he already knew this would be the result. He lowered his body, the armor covering his torso transformed into a more beast-like posture, and with his rough roar, Fenrir's incomplete microcosm burst out!

But this time, it was not claws that came out, but fists.

One after another, dark shadows of hungry wolves surrounded him, summoned by the power of this small universe, surrounding their master.

"Nice trick, but - it takes too much time!"

Achilles' figure disappeared in a flash, and the undead chariot rushed across the earth at a speed not much slower than thunder!

The tip of the gun galloping across the sky arrived even faster than his voice. When the gun blade had already pierced the gap in Xia Lang's armor, he had just prepared his moves.

Gather the incomplete little universes and try your best to imitate, imitate - even if it can only be 1% of the original!

Xia Lang felt his heart stop for a moment. Perhaps this body was about to reach its limit, or perhaps it was because he was not suitable for Fenrir's microcosm.

No matter what, there is no chance or time to regret now!

Northern Man-Eating Wolf!

As the microcosm burst out, the spear blade pierced into the heart, and Xia Lang walked forward without a care in the world towards the spear blade that pierced into his chest! The sharp spear pierced through his heart, and at the same time, his fist also hit Achilles' body, who could not avoid it!

Countless dark hungry wolves howled and transformed into surging fighting spirits as they attacked Achilles! At the moment when the microcosm exploded, the extreme black light enveloped the front of the Trojan wall!

And after this brief, blinding aurora, Achilles ran back to the starting point at high speed.

He seemed a little embarrassed, with many bite marks and claw marks on his Olympus metal armor, and more importantly, his chariot was directly blown up!

"You hurt me."

Achilles looked at the bleeding wound on his neck, a trace of blood, and smiled excitedly.

On the other side, Xia Lang, whose heart was pierced, covered the hole in his chest. Even though the Berserker Armor was repairing his body, he still felt that death was so close to him.

Do you want to eat it? The only Senzu bean you have left?

Xia Lang thought hesitantly, and then decisively denied his idea!

No, it's not the right time yet! If I eat the beans now, I might end up dying together with them at the last moment!

"Andreias Amarantos, the Immortal Flower of the Brave? The absolute immortality bestowed upon you by your mother doesn't seem to be so absolute."

Xia Lang looked at the wounds on Achilles' body with a grim smile. If he judged according to Type-Moon's rules, his Luoshan Wolf Fist from Fenrir's microcosm undoubtedly had a considerable amount of divinity, so much so that Achilles' treasure could not protect it perfectly.

But in the end, this divinity is still too weak. If it could consume more demigod heroes, if it could have more materials to forge a larger area of ​​divine armor...

No, there's no point in thinking about this now.

Xia Lang looked up at the sky. There was still about half an hour left before the scheduled time.

hold onto!

Volume 109: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 105 . [Troy] The Destruction of the Greek Coalition

Ding! Ding! Bang!!!

The sword from Menelaos slashed down again and again. Paris was able to use his sword to block the first two attacks, but later on, he could only defend himself with his shield.

However, the anger from the Spartan victims could not be blocked by a shield.

Even with the equipment that was ahead of its time forged by Xia Lang, how could Paris, a pretty boy prince who had never really fought a battle, be a match for the battle-hardened King of Sparta?

Not long after the fight began, Menelaos even threw away his shield in disdain, because facing this useless prince, he didn't need to defend himself at all, he just needed to use his sword to slash at the pretty boy in front of him!

boom! boom! boom!

Paris, who was protected by the shield, felt his arms go numb after being hit hard again and again. The strong sense of frustration and fear made him roar as he raised his shield and swung his sword in vain!

This reckless attack was easily missed, and Menelaos, who could have cut off Paris' arm with a sword, just punched Paris with a grin.

The world was spinning, and then the smell of rust spread out from Paris' mouth. Paris, who was dizzy from being beaten, was faced with a kick that took away his shield!

"Who are you? Why would she leave with a coward like you?"

Menelaos sneered disdainfully, threw away Paris's shield, dodged another reckless blow, and then cut his thigh with the sword.

Paris wailed as the blood flowed, falling backwards, crawling on the ground like a maggot.

Obviously, Menelaos was even more disdainful of him, and this shameful appearance made him even more furious!

The one who took away his queen should be a real lion! If it was Hector who took Helen away, he might not be so angry. He might even think that this was a challenge and the glory of victory!

What he couldn't tolerate was that his woman betrayed him and chose such a bastard? She abandoned him, abandoned the real man of Sparta, and chose a cowardly dog!

Crows were circling in the sky, eager to devour flesh and blood, and they made harsh cries. Menelaos, who was gradually approaching, smiled and threatened: