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

As soon as Priamus' words came out, he froze for a moment when he came into contact with the light pink light in Helen's eyes.

Just like a toy puppet, or rather, just like his previous ones.

Paris was bewitched and infatuated by Helen's tenderness. He seemed to have forgotten the sorrow of his brother's tragic death. Under Helen's guidance, he began to have a passionate love affair with the most beautiful woman.

On the other side, among the revelers, a man was trying hard to pour strong liquor into his mouth, but he couldn't get drunk.

Xia Lang was surrounded by the revelers and sat in the middle, drinking one cup after another of strong liquor in an attempt to keep himself from waking up. But such behavior was doomed to be in vain.

Any alcohol that entered his system was instantly dispelled, as drunkenness was considered a toxin that was harmful to the body, and therefore, he could not get drunk.

I don't even have the power to pass out and escape this anxiety and sorrow.

Xia Lang threw the wine glass in his hand away in annoyance. He pushed away the revelers, walked around them, returned to the door of his workshop, sat down, and slowly covered his head.

Tomorrow, he will go to the battlefield to fight. To participate in a war, a war presided over by the gods, which is unfair to humans!

His enemies are heroes from myths and legends, but does he have anything to rely on?

Relying on this fake God Fighting Suit that he can't even really drive?

Xia Lang looked bitterly at the Berserker Armor wrapped around his body. Yes, his previous confident performance and other appearances were all just a show.

The fact is, although he survived the torture of the Berserker Armor, he was unable to awaken Fenrir's microcosm.

This is normal, isn't it? Even if only incomplete fragments were mixed in, it would be incredible if the God Warrior's Cosmo could be activated and mastered so easily.

Xia Lang didn't have this talent, he hadn't done any proper training in a day. Even with the less demanding God Fighting Clothes, he still had the ability to understand the microcosm.

He stroked the black armor on his body. Even though he had integrated Orichalcum and star sand into it and mixed it into the requirements of the Yuheng Star God Armor, he still could not feel Fenrir's presence.

There was nothing but the darkness in his heart that the Berserker Armor brought out.

Could he defeat the Greek warriors and the gods who supported them with just the Berserker Armor?

For... a craftsman like me who has never been on the battlefield?

Xia Lang closed his eyes and felt powerless. Death and failure were so frightening, but perhaps he was still afraid of betraying the trust of the Trojans.

The alley suddenly became very quiet. At some point, Xia Lang opened his eyes and saw a tall figure appear in front of him.

He wrapped himself in a black robe and quietly looked at Xia Lang at the door of the workshop.

"Would you like to invite me in to sit down?" A steady voice came from under the robe.

"The armor you are wearing is very good. Did you forge it? However, it seems to be missing something important?"

"Important things...what do you mean?"

Xia Lang might have been drunk, or maybe he was not sober enough because of the pressure, so he asked

"It's a demon wolf that greedily devours the gods. How can it wake up without the gods?" He pointed at Xia Lang's helmet that looked like a hungry wolf and chuckled.

"How about it? Shall we see who has better forging ability?"

Xia Lang stood up unsteadily, opened the door of the workshop, and the mysterious man walked in. Both parties said nothing, but just picked up their hammers.

The fire was lit, and the rising flames filled the room. The scorching heat scorched the air, and the dullness gradually rose along with the heat.

They began to forge and build.

Xia Lang took the lead in forging a sword that would never rust, while the mysterious man forged a solid shield that was as light as a feather.

Xia Lang forged a spear that could pierce the shield, so the mysterious man forged a woolen shield that could resist piercing.

Xia Lang refused to give up, so he began to use more forging abilities. According to the keywords of Asgard, he used the excess materials to create a shining Isu sword.

"Nice weapon, looks very fancy!"

Faced with this sword that could emit light beams, the mysterious man let out a sigh of emotion, and then forged out from his hands a dagger that was exactly the same, but more exquisite, and emitting golden patterns.

"Interesting forging techniques. You taught me a lot." The mysterious man thanked Xia Lang, then said provocatively.

"But if this is all, it would be a great disappointment for the best craftsman in the world."

Xia Lang said nothing, but just immersed himself in the forging. The sudden surge of competitive spirit made him not want to give up.

The mysterious men were not to be outdone. They hammered the metal that was deformed under the flames and high temperatures, melting and changing one substance after another, and finally gathering them into another shape.

Again and again, the forging lasted for a very long time, but the passage of time seemed to be just a moment.

Xia Lang, who devoted himself to forging, picked up the javelin left by Hector at some point and started forging, which he did not understand.

What remained of Hector passed through his body into the weapon whose owner was dead. Xia Lang burned it into molten iron, poured it into the mold, and then took out various materials.

The javelin changed its shape, undergoing a reshaping of its essence, and as it was enveloped in coldness, the javelin that completed its final shaping turned into a pale color.

The sharp steel seemed to have turned into a weak branch, and the solid edge disappeared. Looking at this pale branch-like substance, Xia Lang began to carve the last words on it with trembling hands.

Every time he forged, he felt a sharp pain in his right eye, as if every time he carved the seal, it was like a sharp knife stirring in his eye socket.

He groaned in pain, but his hands showed no sign of stopping!

Without divinity, it is replaced by pain. Just like the God King who hung himself upside down on the World Tree and sacrificed his eyes!

The mysterious man watched the sacrifice and forging in silence, feeling amazed and curious, and then cast an admiring look.

One by one, runes belonging to another mythological story were engraved on the spear, emitting a dazzling golden red color, and finally fell silent.

The mysterious man had stopped forging at some point and was concentrating on watching the final scene of the weapon being completed.

After carving the last words, Xia Lang muttered as he raised the pale branch spear. Only then did he seem to wake up, looking at the work in his hands in disbelief.

He...did it?

He forged this lightning spear?

Even though it couldn't possibly be the God King's real lightning, it still carried a portion of the God King's power and authority. Could such an incredible thing really have been forged by him?

".....ah!"

Xia Lang suddenly covered his right eye in pain, blood gushing out from between his fingers. He cried out in pain, and the mysterious man next to him handed him a handkerchief.

"When a forger tries to imitate an existing finished product, he will always unconsciously get closer to its original owner. Therefore, we may inevitably hurt ourselves."

The mysterious man spoke calmly, and Xia Lang took the handkerchief and wiped the blood from his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his right eye was stained with a layer of silver-white color.

"You did it. You learned how to use the power of divinity."

The mysterious man smiled and clapped at Xia Lang, and the countless weapons and creations that should have been piled around them disappeared so suddenly like bubbles that had been popped.

Xia Lang looked at him and opened his mouth slightly, but before he could say anything, the mysterious man in front of him talked incessantly.

"This spear is good, but it doesn't suit you. Instead, the armor suits you. You who protect Troy are the souls recognized by the wolves of the seven hills. There is a beast lurking in your heart. You have no respect for the gods. You are full of greed. Therefore, this suits you very well."

Having said that, the mysterious man suddenly squatted down, looked at Xia Lang, and let out a slightly teasing laugh.

"Heh... child, I acknowledge your ability in forging and creation. Although I have never had a son like you, I allow you to use my name."

At this point, Xia Lang naturally recognized the person in front of him. He lowered his hands with a deep gaze, staring at the person in front of him, and said his name softly with a slightly trembling voice.

"Hephaestus..."

Volume 101: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 97 . [Troy] Forgiving Hephaestus

After knowing that the Olympian gods must exist behind the world of Troy, what did Xia Lang regret?

He certainly regretted having acted under the banner of Hephaestus, even though it was just the flattery of others and not his own actions, but he did condone it.

After all, in Greek mythology, anyone who tries to compare himself with the gods will often meet a very tragic end.

Daedalus, who boasted of his wisdom, watched helplessly as his son arrogantly compared himself to the sun, flew into the sky, and then the scorching sunlight melted the wax in his wings, causing him to fall into the ocean and die.

Prometheus, who thought he could deceive Zeus and the gods, used false lies to deceive the sacrifice, and the punishment he received was that the fire of mankind was taken away.

The arrogant Ethiopian King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia boasted that their daughter Andromeda's beauty surpassed that of the gods, so Poseidon sent the sea monster Keto to ravage Ethiopia. The only way to save it was to offer Andromeda.

If we include the later Roman mythology, there are even more people like Arachne who are courting death, arrogantly challenging the gods, provoking them without knowing the consequences, and finally ending up with a fate worse than death.

In short, in Greek mythology, boasting about one's abilities and being able to compete with the gods usually does not end well.

But although Xia Lang felt regretful, he actually didn't regret it that much.

After all, at this point, he had already stood against the gods. He had become the one who hindered the Olympian gods' games, so it seemed useless to talk about such arrogance.

His miscalculation forced him to participate in the damn Trojan War. He was protecting the safety of the Trojans. He could not see the gods of the Trojans, but saw the gods who were unscrupulously working for the Greeks.

Since he could neither see the gods nor get any oracles, Xia Lang didn't care and had already started to falsely spread the will of other gods.

He probably has started to give up.

In other words, he felt that if anyone wanted to cause trouble for him, perhaps the God of Fire whose identity he had impersonated would be the first to come down and settle the score with him, rather than Ares.

His guess was indeed correct. Look, the victim has come to his door.

"Are you afraid? You were fearless when you pretended to be my offspring." The mysterious man under the hood laughed with interest.

"…Of course I am afraid, but there is no point in being afraid anymore."

Xia Lang put down his spear, sat on the stool beside him, stroked his eyes which seemed to have not changed at all, and said quietly:

"You have nothing to do with this war. What does the destruction of Troy have to do with you? Why do you have to bear this responsibility that does not belong to you?"

Hephaestus asked curiously

"...Because I don't know what will happen if I don't do this mission, and because I... don't want Troy to fall like this."

Xia Lang scratched his head and sneered

"I'm not a great hero. I'm not sure if I would stay with the Trojans if I had a chance to escape. I'm not sure if I would choose to protect my life over fulfilling my promise to my friend."

How much of Xia Lang's decision to stay was due to his own will, and how much of it was due to the unknown fear of what would happen if he failed to complete his mission?

Xia Lang didn't know, and he didn't want to think about it. Because he might get an answer that would disappoint him, and a character that he would despise. Of course, it might not happen, but no matter what, he didn't want to test any human nature.

He only knew that now, he had to stand here, fight against these heroes and gods that he hated, and bite them to pieces!

"So what does this place mean to Olympus? Is it just a game?"

Xia Lang looked at Hephaestus and asked the question that he was most concerned about and curious about.

"If all this is really the chessboard of the gods, why does everything seem... so weird?"

In Xia Lang's opinion, this Trojan world is simply incomprehensible!

From the time he came into this world until now, Troy had given him the same feeling and impression as a Hollywood movie without any extraordinary elements. The Greek army had also given him the same impression at the beginning.

But only after he had bombed the Mycenaeans and counterattacked and almost killed Agamemnon, did an Ajax the Great suddenly appear, as if he had walked out of a myth.

He also asked Paris and Hector, and they both said that the Ajax they had seen did not have such incredible power.

So, if this is a game, what is the point of such an asymmetrical game for the gods?

"Don't ask me. I'm not participating in this war... Well, at least until the end, I won't be involved in it."

Hephaestus shook his head.

Indeed, while almost all the twelve Olympian gods were involved in the Trojan War, Hephaestus almost never intervened in it.

If we have to say that he intervened, it was just that at the request of Thetis, who was like his adoptive mother, he forged a small world shield and armor for Achilles.

But he did get involved in the game of gods because of this.

"I can only say that you shouldn't have intervened. You changed the pace... You will understand."

Hephaestus said vaguely, then stood up and said with a deep look in his eyes

"The incident of you impersonating me is over now. I have learned a lot of new and interesting techniques from you."

"We're settled!"

Hephaestus' words made Xia Lang a little unbelievable. Are the Olympian gods really so easy to talk to?

The next moment, a flash of fire so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it rushed into Xia Lang's chest, and soon, Hephaestus disappeared without a trace.

However, Xia Lang's jet-black Berserker armor ignited a dazzling flame. He looked at the flame, and the next moment, a wild consciousness almost devoured his mind.

Just before he fell into coma, Xia Lang heard the howl of a wolf.

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Tyrion's Palace

The world is changing, the waves are surging, everything starts with impulse and ends with exhaustion.

Helen lifted the silky cloth with one hand to cover her stunningly beautiful body, glanced seductively at Paris who was unconscious on the bed, and sneered.