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In this age where many so-called demigods are nothing but fakes, a true demigod fills them with confidence and joy.

"In that case, Xia, why don't you marry Chryseis right away!"

The king laughed and gave the order to marry his niece, Chryseis, the priestess of the Temple of Apollo, to the god in front of him.

"Let's talk about it after we get through this crisis, Your Majesty." Xia Lang rejected the king's kindness, stepped forward, and looked at the Trojan people in the garden.

When they saw him, the people whose lives were better because of his tools raised their arms and cheered the demigod's name.

"Xia! Xia! Xia!"

Son of the God of Fire, the great man who protects Troy, our savior, great man!

Xia Lang closed his eyes and clenched his fists slightly.

Volume 89: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 86 . [Troy] The Inevitable War

"Perhaps we don't need war. As long as we send peace envoys and offer conditions, war will not happen."

The old king Priam's attitude is still very optimistic, or rather, completely naive.

"The King of Sparta will never rest until his wife is taken away, his wealth is plundered, and all this is done by the people he has treated as guests."

Xia Lang turned his head, looked at Paris and Helen, and said slowly

"Menelaos's brother is Agamemnon, a greedy conqueror. He will never accept any offer of peace, but will gather all the armies of Greece and attack Troy."

"Then let them come! Troy has stood for hundreds of years. Even if our enemies control the sea, they will never be able to win on land!"

Paris said this with great enthusiasm, as if he was about to become a great hero in the legend.

"Apollo will protect us!"

"Apollo's blessing can't help Troy now." Xia Lang interrupted Paris and said coldly

"Our enemy is a Greek army of tens of thousands. Do you know what this number means? When they all land, they will be enough to fill the entire coast of Troy!"

"Even if they fail to capture Tyrion, we who are blocked by the coast will force the people in the city to starve, because we cannot get supplies while they can. Prince Paris, how should you solve the food problem? Rely on Apollo? Or the gift of Demeter?"

Paris was speechless for a moment, and said

"They... they can't possibly last this long."

"Time is not on our side, King."

Xia Lang no longer paid attention to this prince whose head was filled with romance and stupidity. He looked at the wise king, and even more so at Hector, the only one who was clear-headed, and said quietly:

"From now on, bring all the food back to the city and send the extra people away from Troy. Otherwise, they will starve to death in front of us, and our warriors may even have to eat their corpses to survive."

Xia Lang was not sure whether this was a mythological world or a historical world, but if he considered it as the latter, he would have to worry about the consequences if the war lasted for ten years.

Logically speaking, if the Trojan War really happened in human history, there is no way Troy could have lasted for ten years.

How could Troy survive with just an isolated city? No matter how strong and tall the city was, facing the Greek coalition that surrounded and blockaded the entire Asia Minor, could the Trojans rely on faith to survive ten years of hunger?

Hector's expression was somewhat moved, but before him, the king expressed his opposition.

"Impossible, Troy will never abandon his people!" the king said firmly

"...The only way is to achieve an overwhelming victory to intimidate our enemies."

Xia Lang, who had already guessed the king's reaction, was not disappointed. He just calmly put forward his original idea.

"I prepared some of the finest war machines and buried them on the beaches of Troy. I placed them high up on the walls, weapons that were filthy, cruel, and bloody."

Xia Lang has already built a batch of war machines for Troy, including gold juice on the city walls, primitive fragmentation explosives buried under the beach, refined gasoline, and so on.

"Using those things... isn't this a blasphemy against the God of War?" The old king did not object this time, but he was still hesitant and still worried about what the God would think.

"God will not only bless Troy, he will also bless Greece. At least Athena, who holds wisdom and victory, will never bless us."

This time Hector stood up to support Xia Lang. He looked at his pious father and his romantic brother and said in a deep voice:

"The Trojans are already responsible for our willfulness, we can't continue to waste their lives. Xia Lang is right, we must hurt those Greeks right away!"

"Agamemnon relied on his prestige and oath to form a coalition, but in essence it was still a coalition linked together by interests."

Xia Lang continued speaking through Hector's words.

"Agamemnon promised us loot and wealth after conquering Troy, and these are the foundation for maintaining a huge army to fight. The strongest relationship in the world is interest, and the weakest relationship is also interest. We just need to let the Greeks see that the cost of attacking Troy is higher than what they gain."

"But if they seek glory..." Paris interrupted

"Only heroes in myths and stories pursue glory so persistently! Most ordinary soldiers only want to have three meals a day and be able to have sex with the woman they love at home."

Xia Lang interrupted Paris again and rebuked the romantic prince.

"Paris, don't even think you can stop this war by defeating Menelaos in a duel. Regardless of whether you can win or not, even if you can win, it will only allow Agamemnon to change the excuse of the war to revenge for his brother!"

The old king closed his eyes, sighed after a long time, and said slowly

"Then everything will be as you say, son of Hephaestus, bring us victory."

Xia Lang nodded, clenched his fist, held Hector's hand with his other hand, walked to the front of the stage, raised it high, and roared loudly

"If you want war, then let them have it! Let their blood cover the beach, chop off their heads and pile them up, and offer their skulls to the god of war! Let every family in Greece lose their husbands and their fathers. This is the result of their war!"

His voice was so loud that it spread to the inside and outside of the palace, allowing everyone to hear the roaring declaration of the Son of God.

"Even if there is justice, it will be on our side, not those greedy invaders! Put aside all glory, win the victory, and reap the fruits of war!"

“LET THEM BURN!!!”

The next moment, countless cheers of response began to sound.

Yes, let them burn!!!

……

“Chirp, chirp~~~~”

The pale white wooden bird drew a conspicuous arc in the air and circled around them amid the children's applause and cheers.

These were the toys and gifts given to them by the Son of God. The laughing children did not care about the value of them. Their innocent age allowed them to simply enjoy the happiness of it all.

Xia Lang sat quietly on the sunny stone steps of the temple, watching the innocent children chasing birds in the sun, with a knowing smile on his face.

The pale white seeds of dandelions sway in the air with the wind, the white olive flowers shake their white faces, the sun shines on the sea of ​​flowers, bits of golden light flicker, as crystal clear as pearls, bringing a fragrance that makes people want to sleep.

There was a faint smell of wheat in the air, probably the aroma of grilled bread or something from a shop that Xia Lang often visited.

Fishermen went out to sea to catch fish, while farmers cultivated their land. Soldiers who had indulged themselves overnight were staggering and accepting punishment from their sergeants, while children were laughing carefreely.

"What a beautiful day, the birds are singing and the flowers are blooming. On a day like this - people like Paris should burn in hell!"

There was a warm smile on Xia Lang's face, but what came out of his mouth was a sound that sounded like a curse.

This made the person walking behind Xia Lang pause.

"…It was Aphrodite's will that Paris took Helen away."

It was clear and gentle, like the sound of spring breeze blowing through the grass. Facing the owner of the voice, Xia Lang said calmly without turning his head.

"You say I am the son of Hephaestus, but I have never acknowledged that my father is the lame god of craftsmanship who married a restless goddess. You are just talking to yourself and elevating me to the altar of the so-called demigod."

"Because you helped the Trojans, you gave us the tools to create more and the power to protect our country."

The owner of the soft voice slowly sat down beside Xia Lang. Turning his head, Xia Lang saw a pure and innocent girl.

She was dressed in Greek priestly attire, and her gorgeous robes were like flowing white waves, gently brushing against her slender figure. Her black hair was as thick as the night, shining with silver light, like obsidian in the starry night. Her innocent face was as naive and cute as a girl, but it also added a sense of tranquility and holiness that a clergyman should maintain.

"Since you believe that I am the Son of God, why do you never believe what I say?" Xia Lang smiled and shook his head.

"Or, Chryseis, what did Apollo say to you? Did he wish you victory in this battle?"

The beautiful priestess in front of him was the priestess of the Temple of Apollo and the king’s niece, Chryseis.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently lifted the black hair by her ears. Her bright black eyes stared at Xia Lang and she said softly:

“We believe that God will protect us.”

"If the gods on Mount Olympus loved you, they would not have brought down destruction. If they loved you, why would there be twelve trials? And why would there be the legend of the Argo?"

Xia Lang sneered and shook his head, saying faintly

"Your myths and legends are embellished with breached cities, destroyed buildings, and countless ordinary people who were killed. The corpses paved the way for heroes to become kings, so you look at the brightest star and tell yourself - God, how much I love you."

He stood up and looked at the innocent children running around. They were ignorant of the world and had no idea that they were about to fall into the flames of war.

They didn't know that their fathers, their uncles, and their families were about to go to the battlefield, carrying swords and armor to fight a group of people they had never met before.

They don't know that even they themselves will be caught in the wave of destruction, and perhaps will soon become a pile of dry bones sleeping on the earth.

People praise Odysseus' wisdom and his Trojan Horse strategy to break the unbreakable city of Troy. People praise Achilles' bravery and strength, and also praise Hector's determination to protect his family and country.

In Xia Lang's opinion, they are all bastards!

What was the outcome after the fall of Troy? No, even before the destruction of the main city of Tyrion, in the first month of the war, Tenedos, Lesbos, Pedas, Lyrnaes, and Thebes were occupied, and Chryseis, who was beside Xia Lang, was also captured by Achilles.

Several cities were captured. What happened to the people there? Needless to say.

The elderly and children will be killed, women will be abducted and used as prostitutes to satisfy their lust, and men will either die in battle or become slaves of the Greeks.

Troy lost almost all of its territory at the beginning, leaving only the city of Tyrion. Then, a tug-of-war lasting ten years began around this city.

The coalition forces could not win, and the Trojans could not leave their city. The long war continued, and death extended infinitely, both before and after.

In the end, it was the "wise" invaders who won. Odysseus's Trojan Horse has been sung for thousands of years, but buried behind him was the demise and destruction of a nation.

What was the end of Troy? In the end, only the hero Aeneas escaped, and his descendant Romulus founded the great Rome, which eventually buried Greece.

And all this damned thing is because of that damned Paris!

Although Xia Lang encouraged the Trojans to join the war, it was not because he liked it, but because he needed it and he wanted these Trojans to survive.

Even if Paris was the culprit, the Trojans were still innocent. They should not have paid such a price for the prince's folly.

Shouldn't...

It absolutely shouldn't be like this.

Volume 90: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 87 . The Beginning of the Trojan War

"You seem very pessimistic."

Chryseis put her hands behind her back, stood up and turned around in front of Xia Lang, raising her pale white skirt, bringing a gust of fragrant wind while asking coquettishly,

"Do you look down on us Trojans so much? We have the blessing of Apollo!"

Xia Lang silently looked at the fair and innocent face of the young priestess. Although she was very beautiful and innocent, Xia Lang had no interest in her at all.

Because in a way, she is not much different from Paris.

To put it nicely, it means being ignorant of the world; to put it bluntly, it means being ignorant and cruel.

"If you have Apollo and Artemis, then the Greek coalition will have Athena and Poseidon, and even the help of Queen Hera." Xia Lang said faintly.

"Tell me, do you think Apollo and Artemis are more powerful, or the Queen of Heaven and the God of the Sea? Do you think the God of War is more powerful, or the Goddess of Wisdom who holds victory in her hands is more powerful?"

"Don't say this nonsense!"

Chryseis quickly put her slender fingers to the corner of her mouth, looked up at the sky, and said with some fear:

"We can't compare gods to each other! This is disrespectful to God! But... do you know something?"

Chryseis paused for a moment and whispered

"Have you received the oracle from the great Hephaestus?"

"… whatever you want."

Xia Lang was too lazy to say anything, and he didn't even want to expose the rumor. After all, he needed this lie, and the people of this city also needed him to maintain this lie.

He had never seen a god, nor had he sensed one. Even though he remained vigilant, at least the war had not seen the involvement of mythology until now.

At least until now, all he saw was the folly of a foolish and lustful prince dragging a country into war for his own selfish interests.

Not willing to say any more, Xia Lang turned and left. Chryseis looked at his back, stretched out her hand, opened her mouth slightly, and then lowered her head helplessly.

Xia Lang returned to his workshop. He sat in front of the huge iron felt in front of him, and on top of it was an armor that had not yet been completed.

It has a pitch-black shell and a ferocious shape. No one is wearing it and it is just lying there, just like a ferocious wolf...

This is an unfinished piece of armor. It is a semi-finished product that Xia Lang created by gathering all the existing resources.