Honestly, not everyone can handle Achilles' spear.
Before the spearhead even arrived, an invisible wave of pressure surged forward, making Atreus's scalp tingle with fear.
In less than three seconds, the spear would follow the raging chariot and pierce Atreus's face.
The queen behind him saw Atreus's eyes narrow and almost thought he was about to abandon his comrades.
But instead, Atreus flung the strange weapon in his hand sideways, stabbing it into a large rock by the roadside. In the next moment, while driving, Atreus used the **Blade of Chaos** and **Rope Control Technique** to hurl a millstone-sized boulder towards Achilles' face.
"You %#!@!" Achilles was genuinely furious—when had he ever been treated like this?
Twice in a row, his opponent had resorted to trickery.
But Atreus was just a subordinate. In a battlefield where both sides use every tactic imaginable, heroes throwing rocks at each other was nothing new; Achilles couldn't really complain.
The problem was that using the spear tip to break rocks put Achilles at a disadvantage. That's not how divine weapons are supposed to be used!
He had no choice but to change his thrust to a sweep, smashing the rock with his spear.
At that moment, Penthesilea's meteor hammer arrived.
"Boom!"
Although it didn't break through Achilles' defenses, he was still miserably knocked off his chariot again.
"Yes!" The queen shouted in delight, invigorating the Trojan warriors. In this skirmish, they managed to inflict a 70-30 casualty ratio, overturning or killing the occupants of over seventy Greek chariots.
The Trojans had the upper hand.
"Well done, Kratos!"
Atreus smiled and nodded: Should I tell you that the reason I always win at Mario Kart is because of my driving skills?
No, no, it's because—I play with items!
Unfortunately, things happen in threes.
Just as the queen tried to take down Achilles for the third time, he decided not to play fair anymore.
"Swoosh!"
Before Atreus could react, Achilles hurled several dead horses from the battlefield.
Not just one, but several.
Atreus barely managed to steer out of the way before Achilles threw his divine spear like a javelin.
"Shit!" This time, it was Atreus's chariot that got smashed.
"Boom!"
Blood splattered, and wood chips flew.
Atreus's chariot was utterly destroyed, horses and all.
Atreus was certain that Achilles' strength was at least 150 points.
Demigods are just ridiculous!
Before, Atreus had essentially been using a bicycle to hit a Rolls-Royce—it felt great.
But when he got hit by the Rolls-Royce himself, he suddenly realized that Achilles was the real 'cash power' of the divine realm.
Throwing low-tier divine weapons like they were nothing—in Atreus's memory, the last jerk who did that was Gilgamesh.
With the chariot destroyed, Atreus and Penthesilea did a series of graceful rolls to safety, avoiding the pathetic fate of an ordinary soldier dying from a fall.
However, the real challenge had just begun.
Achilles tugged on his reins, causing his two divine horses to rear up on their hind legs, almost standing upright as they stopped the chariot's wild charge.
Holding a 'Golden' greatsword, Achilles leaped ten meters high, then stomped down heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust: "Bastard! You killed my beloved horse! Don't think you can just run back to Troy!"
Atreus gritted his teeth; after killing Achilles' horse, he had never planned to escape easily.
Luckily, the queen was someone who took responsibility.
Holding a shield in her left hand and the meteor hammer in her right, she resolutely positioned herself between Atreus and Achilles, shouting in a deep, neutral voice: "Achilles! Your opponent is me—"
Achilles curled his lip but nodded in acknowledgment.
Sure, he could kill Atreus as well, but he couldn't lower himself to hunt down a lesser opponent when there was a general in front of him.
After all, this unknown adversary exuded a nearly tangible divine aura, just a step away from becoming a demigod—more than qualified to be his enemy.
As for Atreus, Achilles' subordinates would handle him.
To be fair, these Greek warriors were no weaklings.
Aside from the famous heroes, the remaining fighters were seasoned veterans. If Atreus launched a straightforward attack, they would instinctively block or dodge.
They were indeed excellent warriors, but they had the misfortune of encountering Atreus.
With the Godslayer template pushed to its limits, his power was extremely close to that of famous divine descendants with godly blood, yet he lacked any divine aura, making it hard for heroic-level fighters to lower themselves to fight him.
Besides, Troy still had plenty of second- and third-tier heroes.
For a while, they clashed fiercely, neither side able to spare time to deal with Atreus.
The titanium **Blade of Chaos** crafted by Tony Stark had a significant advantage in this battle. Bronze was softer than iron, so to maintain sufficient hardness, bronze swords had to be made with short blades and wide edges.
Anyone who clashed swords with Atreus found their weapons couldn't withstand a single strike.
With his strength at 80 points, Atreus often cut through his enemies with a single swing, the blade slicing through their bronze armor and leaving a trail of blood as the opponent was nearly split in two.
In one breath, Atreus killed five Greeks, gaining a mere 2 points of **Willpower** and some minor close-combat skills.
His bravery quickly drew the attention of the Greek heroes, and just as Ajax prepared to face Atreus, Achilles let out a blood-curdling scream that startled everyone.
Achilles naturally had a loud voice, and he was the type with a bit of a crazy streak.
When a friend was injured or killed, he might howl in grief all night, unwilling to fight.
When his people suffered, he could be utterly enraged, fighting relentlessly, unwilling to retreat.
His roar was like a 120-decibel thunderclap, shocking everyone's eardrums.
For a moment, everyone thought he was about to die again.
But what they saw was him impaling Troy's general with his sword and lifting the still-twitching body high into the air.
This wasn't anything special in Achilles' proud military history; his followers had seen similar scenes countless times.
But at this moment, tears streamed down his face.
Because when he saw the fallen helmet reveal a face strikingly similar to Wonder Woman's, he truly regretted his actions.
"Oh, my God! What have I done? A woman as incredible as you should have been captured and taken to my palace to bear me the strongest children in the world! I should have realized you were a woman!"
"Go to hell... Achilles..." Penthesilea cursed, spitting blood in his face.
But Achilles was such a madman—violent and highly emotional.
When his close friend Patroclus was killed by Hector, Achilles avenged him, dragging Hector's corpse behind his chariot three times around Patroclus' tomb and offering twelve captured Trojan youths as sacrifices for his friend's burial.
Desecrating a hero's corpse was a violation of the Olympian gods' rites, but Achilles didn't care—he was a man who did whatever he wanted.
Now, even though the Amazon queen hated him to her core, he was crazy enough to profess his love to the dying queen on the battlefield.
Never mind that he was the one who had just run her through with a sword...
At this moment, Atreus finally saw the scene he'd been waiting for. While everyone was distracted, Prince Paris of Troy, under the cover of his attendants, secretly raised his bow. The arrow, with its strange gleam, was clearly poisoned.
(End of chapter)