I became the Great Old One

It was already late at night, the sun's rays had long since disappeared, and the cold moonlight was obscured by the rolling clouds in the sky, but on the south side of the Oedipus River, the Dragonborn camp was shrouded in sacred light.

"This is a miracle!"

Agamemnon looked at the square in the camp with excitement.

The square was originally full of Dragonborn warriors suffering from the plague, dying, and there was a desperate atmosphere.

However, with the advent of the light. The plague that enveloped the Dragonborn disappeared as quickly as snow under the sun.

Those infected Dragonborn not only recovered as before, but also quickly recovered to their peak physical and mental health. Some of the hidden injuries left in the past ten years of war also slowly healed with the advent of the light.

The bright and holy light rain lasted for half a quarter of an hour.

When the light rain dissipated from the square of the camp, every Dragonborn bathed in it felt like being reborn.

"Look, little Aeneas. The omnipotent gods are standing with us. We will surely win this war, enter the kingdom of God after death, and enjoy eternal glory. Thousands of years later, our names will still be sung by poets in myths and epics."

Agamemnon opened his arms and said excitedly to the young dragon warrior beside him.

The young dragon warrior was nearly five meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body. His strong body was covered with thick armor, like a ruthless killing machine.

But the voice coming from the killing machine was very soft and mellow, like a poet reciting poems in a tavern.

Little Aeneas is the son of Big Aeneas.

As strong as his father, but smarter than his father.

"If only my father could hold on a little longer." Little Aeneas sighed, "He returned to the kingdom of God early before completing his mission. What a sad thing."

"In that case, just complete your father's mission as well. I believe you can do it."

Agamemnon patted Little Aeneas on the shoulder and comforted him.

"Well, I will."

Little Aeneas nodded heavily, and then seemed to notice something, and his steady breathing suddenly became disordered.

"King, look there!" Little Aeneas exclaimed, pointing to the turbulent Oedipus River in the distance.

The eyesight of dragonborns is extremely good, even ordinary dragonborns can easily see prey several kilometers away. And Agamemnon is the best among dragonborns. Even in the dark night, his vision will not be greatly affected.

Agamemnon looked in the direction of Little Aeneas's finger and held his breath immediately.

He saw countless torches gathered into a long dragon on the vast surface of the Oedipus River, which spread towards the depths of darkness, and at the end was the ancient city of Troy, which was dormant on the earth like a giant beast.

In the light of the fire, the warriors of Troy were rowing wooden boats, trying hard to cross the turbulent river.

"It's the warriors of Troy. They actually chose to take the initiative to attack at such a time!?" Agamemnon was a little confused for a while, and even rubbed his eyes with his hands to confirm that he was not mistaken.

"Great!"

Agamemnon said excitedly, "Those human soldiers actually chose to leave the city on their own initiative, so let them pay the price for it."

The main reason why the war of faith in the Western Continent lasted for a full ten years was that Troy was too hard to be destroyed by mortals.

Coupled with the obstruction of the Oedipus River, the dragon descendants could never reach their front to the other side.

This time it fell into a stalemate.

And now, the warriors of Troy actually chose to take the initiative to attack.

Then the two natural barriers of the Oedipus River and the Trojan wall no longer exist for the Dragonborn, and the morale of the Dragonborn is at its peak as the miracle has just been shown in the camp. The Trojan warriors on the opposite side have to spend a lot of physical strength to cross the river, and they will inevitably consume a lot of physical strength after reaching the battlefield.

No matter how you look at it, the Dragonborn army led by Agamemnon is a sure victory.

Agamemnon even saw the goddess of victory waving at him. His breathing became heavy, and he said to the little Aeneas beside him: "I will let everyone know that Achilles is just a waste. Even without his help, I will definitely win this war."

After that, Agamemnon immediately went to summon the army.

A full 30,000 troops were summoned by Agamemnon and gathered at the edge of the river bank, waiting for the arrival of the war.

Most of the Trojan warriors were still struggling to cross the turbulent river at this time, and only a small number of human soldiers stepped on the soft river sand. The river water soaked through the armor, becoming even colder and piercing.

"King, we can choose to take the initiative now. This is a good opportunity that cannot be missed!"

Little Aeneas is Agamemnon's guard.

He is also a military officer that Agamemnon trusts very much. With a light in his eyes, he clenched the battle axe in his hand and suggested, his breathing sounded a little heavy because of his excitement.

At this time, the human army was less than 3,000 meters away from the Dragonborn Army.

In the Dragonborn Army, some powerful blood warriors were able to project flames into the opponent's camp in various forms.

The morale of the human army was low, and the camp was very scattered. This raid did not seem to be premeditated. If this opportunity could be seized, the Trojan army would be thrown into chaos, which would inevitably cause a large number of casualties to the enemy.

"No, it's not a good time yet!"

Agamemnon thought about it and rejected the proposal of Aeneas. He said, "My victory and honor cannot be tarnished in the slightest. I want to defeat them on this battlefield."

"After all these humans have crossed the Thebes River, we will launch the attack!"

"King, there must be something wrong with the abnormal situation!" Aeneas said anxiously, "Those humans may be hiding some conspiracy. History has always been written by the victors. For the sake of insurance, we should try to act in advance."

"No matter what kind of conspiracy it is, it will not work in the face of the absolute gap in strength." Agamemnon said confidently.

The human soldiers have stepped onto the river bank one after another, arranged their formations, and are ready to attack at any time.

It was at this time.

A black shadow like a demon appeared alone in front of the dragon army. Ares's true body was 20 meters tall, and blood-red smoke billowed from his body.

"You are absolutely right. In the face of the absolute gap in strength, any resistance is useless!"

Ares grinned.

The long halberd in his hand chopped down towards Agamemnon's neck, so fast that only a dark afterimage could be seen.