The Blood Heats Up, There's No Turning Back

For the first time, Hector's spear had a name!

Talking about naming the spear after himself, the usually straightforward and sincere hero, Hector, felt a bit embarrassed and shy.

He had said it on a whim, and although he spoke casually, thinking about naming a weapon after himself brought a sense of shame.

But now that the words were out, there was no taking them back.

Oh well.

Hector thought about the events of the previous night and, after a long reflection, finally understood some things.

This led to his decision.

Understanding his friend's pride, he no longer felt angry but rather relieved.

Heroes have their own pride and sense of honor.

Maybe Night really didn't want him to save him if he was in danger.

Exactly, it must be the honor of a hero that made Night refuse his help.

Even Hector, if put in the same situation, wouldn't want Night to save him.

As the undefeated war god of Troy, he had confidence in his strength.

If he were to be defeated and decapitated in a sacred duel with another hero, he would face death without fear, though with regret and reluctance.

His honor didn't allow him to retreat, and it also helped him understand Night's feelings.

(Night: ...What have you been imagining all night?!)

But understanding didn't mean he wouldn't do anything as a friend.

Determined to help Night, Hector considered all the ways he mentioned to temporarily boost his strength.

And he found that providing him with a powerful weapon was the only feasible option for now.

Hector had many valuable items besides the spear and the holy sword.

His armor and shield were made of divine steel, which, while not directly enhancing his power, greatly increased his defense.

Ordinary swords and spears couldn't harm him, making it a simplified version of Achilles' invulnerable body.

Even in battles against other heroes with powerful weapons, it held its own.

However, compared to the spear and sword, the shield and armor, although good, wouldn't stand up to the true killing blows of heroes if the power gap was too large.

Just as Hector nearly pierced through Ajax's seven-layered shield.

Real heroes don't rely on shields.

Although he thought about giving Night his shield and armor for protection, but considering the best way to enhance his fighting capability, he decided it was better to increase his attack power.

With a good weapon, Night might be able to deal a decisive blow in battle.

If he could kill his enemy, the threat would be eliminated.

Attack is the best defense.

There is no better way to survive.

Thus, today's scene unfolded.

"Thank you, Hector..." Night finally stopped trying to refuse and instead expressed his heartfelt gratitude.

After all, it was just a simulated universe, and he wouldn't be able to take the divine spear with him in the end.

But it was a rare opportunity to experience the power that came with wielding such a weapon.

The immense power hidden within the spear was enough to make his heart race just from sensing a fraction of it.

No wonder in myths, powerful heroes and gods always sought out great weapons, yearning for them.

The difference in combat power between having a divine weapon and not having one was incomparable.

Just sensing the power he could harness from Hector's spear, he knew his combat ability would increase several times over.

This newfound strength gave him more confidence in facing Achilles.

At the very least, with this divine spear, he was confident he could reach Achilles.

As for what to do after confronting Achilles, he would leave that to fate.

Even though Hector had misunderstood his motives, thinking it was about hero's honor, Night didn't correct this pleasant misunderstanding.

However, the truth was, he had little interest in becoming a hero.

Setting aside the real-world crisis and the impending dangers in the simulated universe, if he had to define his dreams...

Hector interrupted his thoughts, "Alright, no time to waste. We need to reach Thebes by today. Let's move out!"

Resuming their journey, armed with the divine spear of Hector, Night felt more prepared for the brutal battles ahead.

He was no longer as fearful.

Hector, on the other hand, couldn't shake off a foreboding feeling.

This unease pushed him to hurry their pace, sensing something ominous was on the horizon. Perhaps it was the strong sixth sense of a hero.

When they finally reached Thebes, they were greeted by a city ablaze, with the faint sounds of battle cries echoing in the air.

Hector's face paled, "We're too late...!"

Their journey had been delayed, and they had hoped the enemy wouldn't have reacted so quickly.

But it was clear something had gone wrong.

There was no time to dwell on whose fault it was.

Hector immediately turned his horse around and roared, "Everyone, follow me into the city! If you see Greek soldiers, kill them on the spot.

Do not engage in prolonged fights! Our main objective is to protect the civilians and ensure their evacuation!"

"Primary objective: protect the civilians and ensure their evacuation!"

This was not about justice.

The essence of war and battle is life or death.

To avoid death, you must shout louder and fight harder.

Anger can dispel fear...

Hector made a decisive move, immediately preparing to lead his troops into the city.

Turning back and retreating was never an option for him. They absolutely could not retreat...!

Having come this far, if Thebes fell, all their previous plans would become meaningless.

In Greece, a world where individual heroic prowess could turn the tide of battle, Hector intended to be the spearhead, leading his soldiers to carve a bloody path through the Greek encirclement.

He aimed to consolidate the remaining forces within the city, then lead some of the civilians to escape back to Troy.

There was no time to hesitate.

Trusting completely in Hector's strength, the soldiers fearlessly followed him, riding into the breached, crumbling city gates.

As soon as they entered the city, the chaotic scene that greeted them was one of unparalleled slaughter.

Everywhere was filled with killing—Greek soldiers clashing with Theban defenders, Greek soldiers massacring civilians—a scene of helpless, last-ditch resistance.

Everywhere was madness. The temperature of the blood was rising!!

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