I became the Great Old One

"Sulfon!"

Before the dark and thick Chang Ge fell, the fiery fishy wind was already blowing towards his face.

The weight of a landslide and tsunami fell on Agamemnon's shoulders. At this time, Agamemnon had already guessed that the person who appeared in front of him was a real god.

It is an opponent that is difficult for mortals to match.

But under the spotlight, Agamemnon was unwilling to back down and fled in a hurry.

Agamemnon was an excellent king, for whom glory was far more important than life.

"roar!"

Face to face with a true god, face to face with death.

Agamemnon responded with a fearless roar. The muscles all over his body were filled with blood, and the veins wrapped around his arms were like criss-crossing dark chains.

The crimson totem is burning like a substantial flame.

The Jiayu spear swept out with the power that had been accumulated for a long time, and collided hard with the Chang Ge wielded by the god.

Bang!

A loud noise like thunder exploded on the battlefield.

Agamemnon felt a huge mountain crushing towards him, and severe pain exploded from his wrist.

With just one collision, his tiger's mouth had split open and crimson blood spurted out. The pain of tearing flesh and blood almost made it impossible for him to hold the weapon in his hand.

"Too weak."

Ares said with some disappointment: "You are much worse than your father."

"False God!"

Anger like a volcanic eruption exploded in Agamemnon's chest, and he roared angrily: "What qualifications do you have to judge me! I will prove to you that I am the strongest!"

In anger, Agamemnon could no longer care about the pain in his body.

He tried his best to squeeze more power from his blood, and the muscles all over his body undulated like water waves.

Agamemnon rushed forward again.

The scarlet Kayu spear in his hand reaches Ares' throat.

It's a pity.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the contemptuous smile on Ares's face. The tall god easily blocked the full blow of King Agamemnon with just one hand.

The Changge in his hand swept across, and the roaring storm cut Agamemnon's throat first.

The scattered blood was as red as flames.

Severe stinging pain came from the wound, and Agamemnon covered the fatal wound with his hand. But the blood was still singing happily like a stream, gushing out from the gaps in the fingers.

Agamemnon wanted to continue fighting.

But the injuries on his body no longer allowed it, and strength mixed with blood flowed out of his body.

A severe dizziness appeared in Agamemnon's consciousness. His eyes were filled with scarlet red, and the chaotic battlefield seemed to be spinning constantly. Before losing consciousness, Agamemnon listened to the terrified screams of young Aeneas.

In his bloody vision, he saw the Royal Guards, whom he was proud of, attacking Ares regardless of life or death.

Then the violent gods harvested their lives unscrupulously.

…

The night is almost over.

The moon has set but the sun has not yet risen. It is the darkest time of the day.

Achilles sat on a high ground by the river and stared at the camp in the distance. The camp where tens of thousands of dragonborn troops were stationed was burning with blazing fire. Even from a distance of more than ten kilometers, Achilles could smell the dense smell of blood in the air.

The Othebes River not far away flows continuously day and night. The turbid river water is dyed with a layer of dark red. Occasionally, you can see broken and swollen corpses being washed away by the river water.

Most of the corpses belonged to Dragonborn.

A tragic war is taking place, and as expected, the Dragonborn is at an absolute disadvantage.

Achilles sat on a big stone, his face calm, but he was suffering from two completely different emotions in his heart.

The hot blood drives the giant's body eager to go into battle to kill the enemy and win a reputation that will be passed down to future generations. The hatred for the king Agamemnon and the unfair experience he encountered made Achilles' steps become heavy.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from a distance, freeing Achilles from his torment.

The academy warrior wearing a brass helmet strode towards Achilles, his majestic body like a monster, and his resolute face with worry.

The name of the visitor is Sakya.

He is one of the leaders of the Academy and the brother of Achilles.

When Ares stepped into the ice field and caused tragedy, it was Saga who was the first to discover Ares' traces.

"Achilles, we need your power!" Saga strode towards Achilles anxiously. His armor was stained with fresh blood, as if he had just escaped from a tragic battlefield: "Ares, the murderer who once killed our teacher, appears on the battlefield again. King Agamemnon was severely injured by him and his life and death are unknown. Now you are the only one who can stop that cruel god."

"Look, how stupid Agamemnon is! He will eventually pay the price for his arrogance and blindness, and all dragonborn will be implicated by him!"

After hearing what my companion said.

Achilles's chest was filled with the pleasure of revenge and the burning desire to fight.

Achilles said: "But now is not the time for me to take action. Only when the dragon-born generals in the camp and Agamemnon come to me in person to plead with me will I be willing to help! I want them to know who can He is an indispensable figure in this army!”

Saga said loudly: "I understand that you have endured all kinds of injustice, but we can talk about those things later."

"Now our companions are killed by the enemy every minute and every second on the battlefield. How can you sit on this riverbank far away from the battlefield?"

Even though Saga was trying hard to persuade him.

But Achilles still refused to return to the battlefield.

His anger has accumulated for too long. It has been 226 years since he saw his master Donies being driven out of the palace by Agamemnon. He longs for revenge.

But he longs for Agamemnon to bow his head and apologize to him, so that everyone knows that Donies is on the right path.

"Ah!"

Seeing that Achilles stopped talking.

Saga sighed heavily, left this riverbank, and continued to rush back to the battlefield.

After Saga left, Achilles returned to his tent, put on his armor, crossed the dragon-slaying sword across his waist, and walked aimlessly along the riverbank.

He was worried.

Saga's words made Achilles feel more and more entangled and painful.

At this time, Achilles saw a dragonborn cleaning his armor and wiping his weapons beside the turbulent river. It seemed that he was preparing to fight the enemy.

The dragonborn was very old and skinny, and it seemed quite difficult for him to put on armor.

Achilles was moved and strode forward to the dragonborn.