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

[World of Martial Arts (Jin Yong)]: Brother, you are awesome!!! (Very loud)

[Baki (H)]: You're awesome, bro! (Very loud)

[Baki (H)]: By the way, brother, remember to notify us when you start doing something big. We also want to take a closer look at what the so-called "God" is.

After chatting with these frivolous selves for a while, Xia Lang smiled and closed the chat group. Looking at the pile of materials in front of him, he took a deep breath and raised the forging hammer in his hand.

Heavy bombardment! Metal deforms. Minor bombardment changes invisible objects.

Every time of hot forging will bring about changes in matter. Heavy bombardment changes the macroscopic shape of matter, while light bombardment changes the microscopic form of matter.

Matter begins to change, metals begin to fuse, molecules change, reactions begin to occur—

Yes, if viewed from a scientific perspective, this scene is indeed incredible, but when did his forging technology become related to science?

This powerful forging system is not a mindless synthesis, but it instills the knowledge of forging into his mind, forcing him to learn these forging skills.

The forging hammer in his hand only needs to adjust the strength of each blow, inject different forces, and drive the will to change the material, so that things that were originally impossible to achieve can become "reality".

Rather than forging steel, it would be more accurate to say that he was forging reality.

The skills of divine forging must contain elements that transcend reality.

Xia Lang was so absorbed in forging that he devoted his whole body and soul to it, and even ignored the knocking on the door outside the workshop.

Ding!Ding!Ding!

He hammered again and again, indulging in every moment of fantasy being infused into reality, until the morning came and he stopped completely.

"Whoo~"

Xia Lang let out a breath and stretched his body, fatigue and muscle pain filled his body. But as he put on his armor again, all the discomfort receded like a tide.

He put on his equipment, opened the door of the workshop, and prepared to go to the battlefield of a new day.

However, when he opened the workshop door, he saw Helen waiting at the door with a resentful look on her face.

"You really are obsessed with your forging."

Helen said dissatisfiedly, her slender fingers gently stroking the armor on his chest, and a feeling like an electric current swept through Xia Lang's body.

"……Step aside."

Xia Lang didn't think much about it. Although this electric-like feeling made him a little dazed, he was still driven away by the forced emotional suppression brought by the Berserker Armor.

He pushed Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world, away with an expressionless face, and then walked towards the battlefield, towards the ninth day of fighting.

He didn't see that Helen was staring at his retreating back, her eyes glowing pink, and the slightly panting sound and the fingers stroking downwards.

"Oh~ Even though you're a fake, dear, you're much sexier than that lame guy."

Helen gasped slightly, and with a faint laugh in the air, she merged with a touch of debauchery and disappeared.

On the ninth day, outside Tyrion's city.

This time, the Greek coalition forces swept away the pushing and shoving of the previous few days. Their momentum was like a rainbow, and they once again became as arrogant and presumptuous as when they landed in Troy.

Just because they are shouting the name of the same hero, a real, great hero who can lead them to victory!

"Achilles! Achilles! Achilles!!!!"

Amid countless cheers, the hero 'Achilles' arrived in the separated army.

He drives a bronze chariot, pulled by two azure ocean horses. He holds a spear made of a giant tree and wears an exquisite shield, on which various scenes and stories are depicted, as if showing the life and war of a world. It depicts various scenes of life and war, such as farmland, city, battle, dance, shepherds, harvesters, etc.

A brave hero! A typical Greek warrior! And compared to all his predecessors, at least it seems that his equipment is much more magical.

Whether it is the horse stepping on the ocean water, the spear of the giant tree, or the "small world surrounding the sky"?

The equipment he was wearing was completely different from the realistic Greek mythology world in terms of style. It could even be said... it was as if he was not from the same world.

On the other hand, Xia Lang's armor was still the dark and bloody wolf, but after devouring eight heroes in a row, its appearance had changed dramatically.

He no longer fought like a wild beast. He first moved his arms, and then under countless black metal spikes that glowed red, a huge black and sharp saber covered in hot blood extended from his armor.

On the other side, the shape-changing arm armor caused countless metal spikes to continue to grow and intertwine, and finally combined into a giant fortress shield covered with sharp black spikes.

"This meaningless stage play is finally coming to an end. You and the other one will soon come to an end."

Xia Lang pointed his saber at the fantastic hero in front of him, grinning.

"Your atrocities will end again. Kill you and Troy will be conquered by us!" Achilles raised his spear and said grimly.

"How funny, you talk as if you are the real Achilles." Xia Lang sneered

He knew clearly that the person in front of him was definitely not Achilles. In this ridiculous war that was like a stage play, everything was proceeding according to certain inevitable laws.

No, it should be said that Greek mythology itself is a story that is carried out according to one prophecy after another. The prophecy of Paris destroyed Troy, and the Trojan War promoted the bloodshed of Agamemnon's family, promoted the death of Achilles in battle, and led to the fulfillment of one prophecy after another.

Greek mythology itself is based on countless intertwined prophecies. No one can escape this fate. If there is one, perhaps it is only Zeus in the esoteric religion who transcends all fate.

There was no need to talk nonsense. At this point, Xia Lang had no choice but to follow this ridiculous script. He raised the huge saber in his hand, and the dead heroes' souls and wails resounded. Accompanied by a black and red light, he rushed towards the fake in front of him from a distance.

And this counterfeit was definitely not the pretty boy in the movie. He threw the javelin in his hand like a bolt of lightning, and pierced through Xia Lang's Shield of Despair that had swallowed up Ajax the Great!

The spear pierced deeply through the shield, which was much harder than diamond, and penetrated into the armor and into Xia Lang's flesh. But he didn't care and didn't feel any pain. The armor screamed shrilly and stretched out countless spikes to tear the spear apart and drop it.

Xia Lang, who was already approaching, released his strength wildly from top to bottom, and swung the huge saber at Poseidon's horse!

The spear of the giant tree glowed with golden light. The spear forged with bronze and the giant tree easily pierced Xia Lang's armor and pierced his heart!

Poseidon's horse was beheaded and Xia Lang's heart was pierced.

But it was meaningless, the fatal injury could not take away Xia Lang, who was now like a demon. A bloody laugh oozed out from under the demon wolf's helmet, and countless spikes pierced the heart to replace every blood vessel in the heart!

kill! ! !

The hero fell from his horse, and the undead demon screamed with murderous intent and pain. A circle of yellow sand rolled down, and the hero, who was holding the shield carefully, drew his sword, leaned forward and began to run around the beast.

The same was true for the dark undead demon, he ran after it and chased after it.

On the battlefield that everyone is watching, the dark monster and the golden hero clashed and became one again, constantly fighting, colliding, and killing each other in front of the walls of Troy at a speed faster than sound!

kill! ! !

Skirt~

Volume 106: Xia Lang's Various Time Travels: Chapter 102 . [Troy] The Myth of Mobius

The hideous and terrifying monsters guard rare treasures, and the brave and fearless heroes obtain magical weapons with the help of the gods, and finally kill the monsters and take what they are guarding.

This is a template created by countless heroic legends on this land.

People certainly wouldn't consider it from the monster's perspective, even if the so-called heroic adventures were essentially just a series of plundering and senseless banditry.

Kill monsters, get treasures, win the princess, and become the king!

The stories of the heroes repeated this template over and over again, and the Greeks never tired of praising it all and singing this wonderful legend.

So what if the hero is killed by a monster?

It doesn’t matter, because they will create a more powerful hero to avenge you, and the story will always end with the victory of justice of the gods and heroes.

Wolf Cruelty Claw

An intersection, an error, a gap.

The monsters and heroes who continued to collide and fight at a speed faster than sound finally decided each other's end at this moment.

In the split second, Xia Lang seized the opportunity and used Fenrir's incomplete microcosm to launch this attack!

Unfortunately, this time the hero was defeated. The monsters protected his evil city and people, and the great hero was unable to lead his soldiers to plunder the fruits of victory.

When Xia Lang's hand pierced through the armor and his sharp wolf claws pierced into the opponent's heart, at that moment, he drank the extremely sweet blood.

It was more obvious than the previous eight times. This sweet blood was so clearly mixed with that tiny but extremely clear part.

God's blood.

In an instant, the hero's body was completely devoured by the dark Berserker Armor on his body, leaving only a dried corpse, and the equipment on his body fell off.

Xia Lang gasped for breath, his mind almost completely blurred! He could no longer control his actions, and could only watch the armor take away all the equipment on the hero!

Crunch!Crunch!Crunch!

He crushed the exquisite armor, devoured the spear of the giant tree, and finally embedded the shield protecting the sky into his chest and died tragically.

Even Poseidon's horses and chariots could not escape this scene. The Berserker Armor, which had expanded several times, looked like a dark beast that was ready to devour its prey, swallowing up every piece of debris left by the hero.

Such a horrifying scene made the Greek soldiers who had been defending the name of Achilles turn pale, and then they ran and fled for their lives!

How ridiculous, how funny.

The heroes who were beheaded and the monsters who killed the heroes were so magical and incredible, but the soldiers who fought were still a group of ordinary people with no knowledge.

Such a scene illustrates the essence of this farce. There is no human will or anything worth praising. Everything is just a game of God.

Soon, the Berserker Armor devoured the hero's corpse, and when the greedy wolf let go of Xia Lang, he also confirmed who it was that he had killed.

He is not Achilles.

It was only natural, wasn't it? As the final hero of this drama, he should have made a grand entrance at the end, and it was impossible for him to die in such a disgraceful manner in a place like this.

Patroclus, Achilles' cousin and lover, will be the cause of Achilles' final decision to kill Hector.

His participation in the war led to Hector's death, fulfilling the prophecy of the destruction of Troy. The destruction of Troy also fulfilled the prophecy of Achilles' death.

So, he really replaced Hector, the prince who dedicated himself to his country.

"hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Xia Lang suddenly started laughing wildly. He started laughing wildly as the magic wolf's helmet retreated from his head. He almost suffocated as he laughed towards the sky!

What is he laughing at? He is laughing at the final performance that will begin tomorrow.

Gods, no matter how great they are, he can't defeat them by himself. But he can win his own victory, at least he can't let the other side win!

Damn it, maybe he wouldn’t necessarily win, but he could make sure the other side couldn’t win!

The so-called Son of God, having once again achieved victory, returned to the city walls.

But this time, the faces of the soldiers who greeted him were filled with fear and horror. They saw Xia Lang devouring the corpse of Patroclus... It was horrifying and terrifying.

He was no longer a hero, but a crazy monster in a legend. But Xia Lang didn't care about these people. He just looked at them and asked calmly:

“How many people haven’t left yet?”

"No, not much."

"If you want to stay, then stay." Xia Lang said completely numbly.

He no longer cared about the lives of these Trojans. He had done all he could, and if these Trojans still wanted to stay here and die, that was their business.

Xia Lang saved them in order to complete his mission. So let it be, he didn't expect anyone to repay him.

Fenrir's microcosm filled his mind again and again. Even though the God-Eating Wolf's mind was incomplete, it had alienated the human part of him too much.

But it will be soon. Tomorrow, all the torture and doubts will come to an end.

Numbness filled his entire body, even the facial muscles that could make expressions seemed to be injected with anesthesia and could not move. Xia Lang did not return to the workshop this time. He just found a place and lay down, motionless.

Those who feared him pointed at him, some feared him, some despised him, some were suspicious of him. His sharp five senses easily captured the thoughts of these people, but Xia Lang was too lazy to even take action against these ungrateful people.

There is absolutely no need for this...

But at this moment, a pair of soft and fragrant hands lifted up Xia Lang's body and helped him into a room while he was numb.

He felt the hands gently unbuttoning the Berserker Armor that was impossible to unbutton. He felt the numbness in his brain recede, but it was replaced by a feeling of brain congestion.

The same psychedelic feeling, even more psychedelic and tempting than this kind of brain numbness.

Soft phantoms, light pink tulle, a confusing fragrance in the air, everything seems to be shrouded in an illusion whose truth cannot be revealed.

"What a cute little monster~~~"

Xia Lang was suddenly startled. Perhaps it was the effect of the exchanged leak-free body, or it might be because the continuous fighting for nine days made him accustomed to Fenrir's psychedelic human microcosm.

He quickly freed himself from the enchanting power, and his mind regained clarity and self-awareness.

He pushed the beauty in front of him away, looked at his almost naked body in horror, and then looked ahead in shock and anger.

"What are you doing!!!!"

"What? You can tell at a glance, right?"

The peerless beauty slowly put the white gauze on her ivory-white and smooth shoulders, and laughed at Xia Lang who was both shocked and angry.