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

It wasn't enough, not enough to satisfy her at all.

"Paris, poor Paris... no matter which one of you you are, you seem so ridiculous and incompetent."

Helen caressed Paris' cheek lovingly, but the words that came out of her gentle mouth were extremely humiliating to a man.

Fortunately, Paris, who was in a coma, could not hear the sound of the venom spraying.

Following the curtains blown in by the wind, a tall figure appeared on the windowsill. Helen looked at the person who came and giggled, saying charmingly:

"What happened? My dear husband, what happened to that child who broke into our world?"

Hephaestus looked at the woman with disgust. Even though she had the help of a human body, he could still see her disgusting appearance.

Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, wife of the god of fire and forging.

This combination is like beauty and the beast, the most beautiful goddess in Olympus paired with the ugliest god.

But in the final analysis, this marriage was nothing more than Hera's revenge on her son and a warning to Aphrodite. But even humans knew that this marriage was only an endless humiliation for Hephaestus.

Aphrodite had countless lovers, including many of her fellow Olympian gods. It can be said that except for Zeus, most of the male gods in Olympus had sex with her.

"I have no interest in getting involved in your game. I'm leaving now, even if it's just for a while."

Hephaestus said coldly

"Oh, my husband. You are so ruthless, but I find you very attractive~"

Aphrodite giggled and moved her fingers gently over her beautiful body. Even this simple movement released a temptation that no mortal could resist.

"After Apollo, Artemis, Ares, Hestia - oh, and the original Zeus and Dionysus, even you are extremely disgusted with this world?"

Hephaestus was too lazy to pay attention to this woman. He glanced at Paris on the bed and said coldly

"We can't leave forever, but it's better than staying forever. I'm not like you, obsessed with fighting for the vacant seat left by Zeus, Aphrodite. If there is another cycle, I hope there will be no relationship between us."

"And from now on, I am Vulkan!"

A flash of dazzling fire was accompanied by the shadow of the iron felt being hit hard. Then, there was nothing in front of him.

"Vulcan...haha, Vulcan left, but Hephaestus will never leave."

Aphrodite showed a wanton and playful smile on her beautiful face, then stood up and looked at Troy at the end of the carnival.

"Even as always, it's still absolutely beautiful, isn't it?"

In the early morning, Xia Lang woke up from a coma.

He couldn't quite remember what happened last night, but he remembered Hephaestus, the coming of the gods, and...

This is the incomplete but real little universe that fills this armor.

Over the course of the night, Xia Lang continued to sense Fenrir's incomplete microcosm, the microcosm of the demon wolf that had awakened with the divinity bestowed by the God of Fire.

After experiencing countless bites, although he has not truly learned it, he can at least call upon the incomplete microcosm in this armor.

Xia Lang took a deep breath and dispelled all the wildness in his body. When he left the house, a whole team of Trojan soldiers were waiting for him.

"Are we there yet?" Xia Lang asked casually while taking out a piece of dry bread and eating it.

"The watchers have spotted the Greek flags."

"That's good."

Xia Lang smiled, tore off a piece of bread, and grinned:

"Come with me. What belongs to the gods belongs to the gods, and what belongs to the mortals belongs to the mortals!"

Volume 102: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 98 . [Troy] Massacre of Ajax the Great

Outside Tyrion

Xia Lang stood alone under the towering city wall, watching it slowly close. He finally put all his thoughts aside.

In the chat group, every Xia Lang was watching the live broadcast and at the same time giving the best advice he could.

How to fight, how to kill, how to get used to the feeling of killing.

However, no one advised him to escape from beginning to end.

Not only did he still have an unfinished mission here, but most importantly, Xia Lang knew that if he wanted to protect something, he would never run away at will.

Yes, Xia Lang's character is not strong, he does not have the fearless and noble spirit of sacrifice, nor does he have an indomitable faith, but - when he makes up his mind to accomplish something or protect something, he should not give up or retreat.

Persuasion may be more rational, but it is not suitable for them.

Men always have their silly and romantic moments.

In front of Xia Lang was an old man driving a golden chariot inlaid with gemstones. Wrapped in a robe, he looked unruly, numb, and cold.

Behind this man was a Greek army of tens of thousands. Each of them was dressed in armor, holding a large shield, a spear or a short sword. Some were driving chariots and riding horses.

Seeing this scene, Xia Lang suddenly wanted to laugh at his past self.

How could he possibly hope that there would be no gods in this world?

Look at the equipment of these people, look at their numbers, look at the physique of these full-time soldiers. Is this something Greece of that era could afford?

Perhaps the gods of the past did not take part directly in the war, but they had already shaped everything that happened in this war behind the scenes.

"Son of Hephaestus, we meet again."

Agamemnon on the chariot stared at the twisted Xia Lang, grinning with a hint of mockery and cruelty.

"Do you remember what I said? When I conquer Troy, I will let you see with your own eyes how the people you protect are slaughtered by us. You will be humiliated to death by me, and your soul will fall into the abyss of Tartarus!"

Facing King Agamemnon's vicious curse, Xia Lang just tilted his head slightly and chuckled.

"Your Majesty, the Golden King, look at your current appearance. What method did you use to lose weight so quickly?"

"That one finally cost you your life, didn't it? To be able to have such a 'good figure', it seems that being under Hades' hands is also a good way to lose weight."

"But are you alive or dead now? Your Majesty? Can you still taste fine wine, enjoy delicious food, and feel the warmth of a woman?"

Agamemnon's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly - well, his face had always been unhealthily pale, but Xia Lang's words undoubtedly dealt him a heavy blow.

It was just like when Xia Lang made fun of his family's history of infighting when they first met. Real damage is the most severe damage.

"You only have the chance to gloat now. Look at our numbers. I wonder if there are enough Trojans in this city for us to vent our anger."

"War, of course, but it's still the same old way, the same old way - a duel between heroes, right?"

Xia Lang hooked his finger at Agamemnon contemptuously and said with a smile

"If you only compete with mortal strength, you Greeks will never be able to break through the walls of Troy in your lifetime. But there is nothing to say, you have gods on your side, and so do we."

"Let your demigods come out, come and bathe in your so-called glory, and duel with me under the blessing of your so-called gods!!!"

Xia Lang's declaration caused a commotion in the Greek army. Many people showed indignant expressions and wanted to fight to the death with this unknown man who was ignorant of the immensity of the world!

But in the end, the first one to stand up was Ajax the Great.

This burly giant, the representative of the Greeks, this hero holding a huge shield and a huge hammer appeared on the stage amid countless cheers.

But corresponding to the cheers were countless insults and curses from the walls of Troy.

Behind Daeas, there were praises for him as a hero! In front of him, there was the shameless hatred from the Trojans and his enemies.

Ajax the Great said nothing, but Xia Lang spoke with great interest.

"Ajax the Great, who killed Hector that day? Was it Odysseus? Was it Diomedes? Or... Achilles?"

At this point, he paused and said two more names.

"Or, Hera... Poseidon?"

"That's enough, son of the God of Fire, draw your weapon."

Da Aias interrupted Xia Lang and said in a deep voice, he raised his heavy hammer, the hammer that was already stained with the blood of countless enemies had turned a terrifying dark red.

"Weapons? I don't have any weapons." Xia Lang spread his hands and said faintly.

"My weapons... come from you."

A cruel smile appeared on Xia Lang's lips. He arrived at the battlefield and started fighting.

Strangely, he did not feel any of the fear and anxiety he had the night before. What lingered in his heart at this moment was... only a pure and deep bloodthirsty desire!

He pointed at Agamemnon, at all of them, and even at Ajax the Great, and gently stroked his neck with his fingers, laughing provocatively!

"Come on, you bastards who call yourself heroes and great men! Come on, you and your dog-like gods, and see how I tear you apart and swallow you up!!!"

The next moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the helmet of the wildly laughing Xia Lang suddenly began to close. Xia Lang raised his head and breathed tremblingly like a drowning man, and then his head merged together as if he was swallowed by the armor!

"Roar!!!!"

The next moment, a terrifying beast-like howl came out from the armor! The terrifying howl made countless Greek soldiers tremble, and even the Trojan soldiers on the city wall were terrified!

"Then, what is that?"

Paris stared at the dark armor below and asked in fear. He didn't know what it was, but he seemed to see a beast, a ferocious beast.

Just as he said, Xia Lang's body slowly became hunched over with a roar like a beast. With heavy breathing, he slowly bent his body forward and then crawled on the ground.

But no one would laugh at him, because the armor almost shaped him into the posture of a strange beast as he moved. His legs took on a strange recurved shape, and the armor covering his arms also grew terrifying claws.

"By Zeus, is that the fur of a Calydonian pig?"

"No, that should be the wolf pack from Hasdi!!!"

"How terrifying! Is he really the son of Hephaestus? Otherwise, how could he forge such a terrifying thing?"

At the moment when the violent and terrifying aura spread, the big Aias in front of him moved.

"For Athena!!!"

He roared, raised the huge hammer in his hand, and rushed towards Xia Lang in front of him with a howl!

Heavy, violent, attacking!

As Ajax the Great advanced, the earth seemed to tremble constantly with the footsteps of the heavy giant! His giant hammer carried a scarlet light, carrying the glory that had killed countless people!

His shield was wrapped with seven layers of cowhide, and no spear could penetrate the bronze shield.

but--

What he faced was a ferocious demon wolf from another myth. A demon wolf from another myth that once devoured a god!

Admittedly, what are here are only fragments of Fenrir's armor, but Xia Lang can still feel and transform into the feeling of the demon wolf from this armor to match the violent and bestial small universe.

And is the Da Aias in front of him a 'complete' hero?

The dark beast landed on all fours, and in an instant, he moved.

The four legs inserted into the ground suddenly rushed forward with violent force! With the emergence of the incomplete microcosm, the extreme speed made his figure stretched out, as if forming a dark blood line!

He collided with Daria's hammer several times, and the attacks tore off a large amount of his shield wrapped in seven layers of cowhide in an instant.

Xia Lang could clearly feel that compared to yesterday, Daias's strength had obviously increased a lot!

Damn gods, are they playing with dynamic difficulty balancing again?

Xia Lang grinned slightly under the magic wolf helmet, but fortunately... he also had his own way.

The incomplete microcosm began to start up. Xia Lang took a deep breath and allowed the microcosm of the demon wolf to fully control his actions!

"Small Universe, open it for me!!!"

In an instant, accompanied by Xia Lang's roar, Xia Lang was forced to merge into the state, and he immediately activated Fenrir's sixth sense!

Although broken and incomplete, the feeling of this pitch-black demon wolf still swallowed him up completely.

His body was pushed to a level beyond the ordinary in an instant. His senses became extremely sharp, and any movement or sound around him was so clearly visible.

Ajax the Great was delighted to see his prey and raised his weapon high. Such a vicious beast was a symbol of glory!

He roared, threw away the shield in his hand, raised the war hammer with both hands and dropped it high!

On the other side, Xia Lang, who was like a pure black demon wolf, had also completed the charging of his moves.

The Sixth Sense: Wolf Cruelty Claw!!!

A man and a beast passed each other.

Everyone held their breath, even Agamemnon. They were all waiting for the outcome, waiting to see who would win the battle!

Soon, they all got the results.