The God Killer in the American Comics World

The old king Priam was filled with emotion.

However, the man standing on the chariot, Kratos, shot down Agamemnon with an arrow, avenged his son, and was the benefactor who dragged Troy out of the abyss of destruction. Despite being unruly, he, the king, can still only treat others with courtesy.

The old king opened his arms and raised them high: "In the name of the gods and the ancestors of Troy, I praise you! Great warrior Kratos! Your bravery makes the earth change color for you! Let millions The Trojans fell in love with you——"

His arrogant speech naturally received a roaring response from the Trojan soldiers.

"Praise you! Kratos-"

After ten years of siege and lack of supplies, the Trojans had long been unable to afford the luxury of flower petals and scatter them all over the sky. But today, when they triumphed, they took out the brass armor they had stolen from the Greeks and threw them into the sky.

That glittering look is absolutely stunning.

It’s just that Ange wanted to complain: You look so handsome when you scatter copper pieces now. When you pick them up later, you will cry.

Here, the horns are blasting and the drums are playing.

The Trojans did their best to stage this triumphal ceremony.

Ange was also very smart. He waved and two Amazon female warriors carried Achilles' body up.

"Your Majesty! I offer you the body of Achilles!"

Of course, the armor was taken off, and Ange put on Achilles' armor without hesitation, declaring his possession of the spoils to everyone.

The old king's eyelids twitched slightly, but his words were unambiguous: "Thank you! Warrior! You let my son's soul rest in peace!"

He changed the subject and continued: "The despicable Achilles once desecrated my son's corpse. However, we Trojans are different from him. Desecrating the dead will easily make Hades, the god of the underworld, displeased! Therefore, we Trojans As the victor, I, your King Priam, decide to spare Achilles' body."

As a father, he didn't want to play with corpse whipping, so the other Trojans naturally had no objection.

Besides, showing generosity and kindness has always been the exclusive right of the victor.

A general came up immediately and waved his hand, asking the Greek soldiers to take Achilles' body captive and send it back.

The king stared at Ange's very Spartan-style Kuye leather case, with unspeakable complex emotions in his eyes. Finally, he said: "Thank you! Warrior! Your victory allows Troy to share the supreme glory." . Come on, please enjoy this honor that belongs to you and enjoy the grand banquet!”

The old king spoke very politely, but Ange could feel a clear sense of alienation.

Indeed, it was the Spartan king who started the war. The Greeks headed by the King of Sparta were also the ones who caused heavy losses to Troy. How could the old king trust a Spartan warrior?

Both the red face and the black face are your Spartans?

Of course, work on the countertop still needs to be done.

The old king came over kindly and gently took Ange's hand: "How is it? Great warrior, are you interested in joining Troy?"

The king's invitation was without sincerity, without a specific official position, without any real benefits, and he didn't even draw a piece of cake for Ange.

Interesting, this is exactly what Ange meant.

"I came here to help at the invitation of Penthesilea. Now that I have killed Achilles, my mission is completed. If your Majesty allows me, I will leave after the dinner."

"Is this... so urgent? If you don't stay a few more days, at least enjoy the hospitality of us Trojans, and then witness the defeat of the Greeks with your own eyes!"

The last sentence of the king is actually the key. The Greeks refused to retreat and refused to let Ange go no matter what.

Seeing that the Amazon Queen next to him also wanted to persuade him, Ange relaxed his expression: "Then let me see how enthusiastic the Trojans are."

The grand dinner party has begun!

Food that even the king himself would not normally eat was served plate after plate.

To be honest, Ange, who had tried Chinese food, found the pickled food and bread made from old grains served by the Trojans simply unpalatable.

But this is already the best food the Trojans can provide, and Ange doesn't mind too much.

The only bright spot was Troy's Old Wine.

As long as wine is stored well, the longer it lasts, the better.

Seeing the sallow and skinny dancer dancing hard, Ange wanted to laugh a little. The Trojans' move of swollen faces and pretending to be fat was really funny.

Penthesilea was injured and had to be treated.

Furthermore, Ange did not see Helen.

Come to think of it, for the Trojans, Helen had already turned from a little fairy into a witch-like existence. Of course sensible people know that the Greeks set their sights on the land of Troy. But ordinary Trojans would definitely blame Paris for causing trouble and abducting Helen, the disaster star.

Well now, Helen defeated Paris.

Ange could completely predict that Helen would have a very difficult life in the future.

On the contrary, the two Amazon female warriors had to fight and had good food for a long time. Not only did they feel very good, they also kept rubbing themselves into Ange's arms.

At the banquet, countless Trojan heroes and generals came to toast. Ange relied on his good health, and almost everyone drank a large drink with him.

If the Trojans did not seek death, this period of history could be corrected.

Only the next day, after Ange had a hangover, he was awakened by a huge noise. In his confusion, he didn't even notice that the two Amazon women beside him were still dressed quite well.

The marks they left on each other were probably because they vomited on each other.

After getting up in a daze, Ange left the dormitory and saw the huge wooden horse that had been pulled to the central square of the city. His heart sank.

Here it comes!

The Trojan horse is here!

But the stupid Trojans still believed that this was their trophy.

"The Greeks retreated!"

"The great hero Kratos killed the Greek commander Agamemnon yesterday! The Greeks were so scared that they ran away."

"Praise Kratos!"

The whole palace was full of excited Trojans running around to tell each other about this great event.

Only Ange, the person involved, felt that thunder was rolling.

If the system hadn't given any hints to kill Agamemnon, and if he hadn't known the world-famous story of the Trojan Horse, he might have believed it himself.

Now that there are rumors that he killed Agamemnon, he just wants to say -

I didn't! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!

Ange's face was ashen, and his expression was wooden when he put on the suit.

At this time, Penthesilea's voice came: "Hey, isn't this the hero Kratos who killed both the Greek coach and the top general?"

Looking at the smiling queen, Ange was very serious: "If I tell you that Agamemnon is definitely not dead. Then what do you think of the Greeks withdrawing their troops?"