Chapter 805: Chapter 299: The Indestructible Diamond_2
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Until this mont, Agamnon had to believe that the voice just now might not have belonged to an Athenian general nad “Achilles” leading an army in a surprise attack, but indeed to a powerful Demigod provoking them alone at the front.
Moreover, now, the opponent still blocked the outside of the encampnt.
The old problem was solved, but a new bewildernt followed. What did the other party rely on to challenge alone at the camp?
Nowadays, with All Countries at war, nearly all the powerful Kingdoms of the era were involved.
For a mont, the force of Order enveloping the Mortal Realm surpassed any ti in the past. No matter how strong the opponent was, it was absolutely impossible to fight against thousands on such a battlefield.
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As long as one was human, fatigue would co, injuries would accumulate, and one would eventually succumb to Death.
Therefore, in Agamnon’s eyes, Achilles’s current actions were no different from courting Death, truly leaving one puzzled.
“…Co with .”
Finding no answers, he had to personally go and have a look. Disregarding his King status, purely with the identity of a hero, Agamnon also wanted to witness this unfamiliar Demigod.
But before that, he waved his hand, signaling the soldiers in the camp to move quickly.
Since he had co, there was no way he would leave so easily. The rit of capturing a Demigod alive was enough to overshadow the earlier vanguard’s mistake.
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Outside the camp, Achilles casually tossed the corpse of the fourth Mycenaean Aristocrat aside, then stacked it with the previous three.
The soldiers gathering around grew more nurous, yet none dared to co forward.
Everyone knew that entering an army alone was courting Death unless the intruder was of Unbreakable God’s body.
But how many people he would take with him in death, no one could estimate.
Thus, the soldiers’ fear seed very normal… However, Achilles did not care about their reactions, he rely waited for soone truly substantial to arrive.
Judging from the current army’s reaction, they seed to mistake him for an Athenian.
Yet, only Achilles himself knew that he had never gone to et the new King of Athens.
On one hand, deep in Achilles’s heart, he looked down upon that Princess who had rely picked up a throne. On the other hand, it was because of his inner pride.
Since coming westward, the young man with an Unbreakable body, although determined to achieve immortal feats and make his na sung across the Mortal Realm, knew it was not sothing accomplished overnight.
Especially as soone still obscure, few on the great Earth recognized him.
If he went to Athens just like that, he might receive reception, or he might face contempt, but in any event, Achilles would inevitably have to showcase his abilities as if performing.
“But such attention, I don’t need it at all.”
“I am Achilles, so I will naturally make my na known in my own way, rather than making my power a tool for others.”
“By then, no performance needed, just appearing sowhere, the local Monarch would co to invite at the table.”
Lightly flicking the spear tip, the lingering blood splattered away.
Achilles looked into the distance at the camp, sensing that an enemy of so challenge had arrived.
Presumably, it was the King of the Mycenaeans, very well.
The first battle of fa, to slay the Monarch of a great nation.
When he fell, both the Earth and the heavens, both mortals and All Gods, would have to recognize his existence.
“…Who are you?”
“Athens secretly harbors such a hidden ace?… But no matter who you are, since you slaughtered my subordinates, you must pay for this action!”
The voice ca from the camp, and Achilles could detect the confusion and veiled killing intent in the tone.
Most heroes with divine blood coursing through their veins harbor extraordinary desires, finding it hard to curb their thoughts and conceal their renown.
Were it not for growing up amid Demigods and deities, Achilles feared he could not restrain the desire to exhibit himself.
“Who am I…”
“Heh, soon, you’ll ask this question no more.”
With a grin, the approach of a formidable foe only heightened Achilles’s excitent.
As troops gathered from all around, his blood surged within his veins.
He stomped his right foot, then lunged violently forward.
“Co—”
“Agamnon, face my attack!”
Swoosh—
The distance of several miles seed nonexistent, in re monts, Achilles’s figure transford from obscure to distinct.
The Mycenaean soldiers evidently hadn’t reacted, only Agamnon and a few other generals were prepared.
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