"Hector!!! Catch!"
As the battle between Achilles and Hector reached a fever pitch, a voice suddenly called out from afar.
It was Night's call—
Almost instinctively, both fighters' attention shifted slightly.
At that moment, a sword was rapidly thrown towards the center of the battlefield.
—Durandal!
While the sword was still in mid-air, both combatants recognized its true identity simultaneously.
Achilles: "…!"
"I won't let you reclaim your weapon that easily."
Just as Hector tried to move forward to catch the sword, Achilles pressed down with his spear, forcing him to block with his shield.
Achilles then leaped into the air, his spear spinning fluidly, positioning himself directly in the path of the incoming Durandal.
Boom~!!!!
Durandal was knocked aside instantly.
However, instead of disappointment, a smile appeared on Hector's face upon witnessing this scene.
Nice move, but—
'You've fallen into my trap, Achilles!!!'
From the beginning, there was more than just me fighting on this battlefield!
'Underestimating my friend's strength is your one fatal flaw.'
"Now!!" Hector shouted sharply, signaling that the moment had come.
At this moment, Achilles was mid-air, without a foothold—there would never be a better opportunity to strike.
If there was ever a moment to attack, it was now—!!
In that instant, Achilles, airborne, sensed something was wrong: …!
What?!
But—
Too late~!!!
Crack!
In the ruins, Night pulled out the divine spear Hector completely, twisting the spear and set his stance again.
Unlike the defensive stance he initially took against Achilles,
He now tensed his legs and stomped hard on the ground, boom!~!
Wood splintered and scattered, and a plank beneath Night's feet shattered and shot away.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, and cleared his mind of everything except the memory of that breathtaking strike.
Spirit—focused on a single point,
To the utmost peak, combining Hector's near-divine spear technique with Achilles' familiar combat rhythm and spear skills, exposing his weaknesses,
At this moment, no one in the entire Greek universe, above or below, was more familiar with Achilles' combat style and habits than Night.
Because of this, he could easily lead Achilles into the reaction he desired.
Facing the overconfident Achilles, who exposed himself mid-air,
He had a chance—just this one chance.
Time seemed to fall into a serene stillness.
Night calmed his mind completely, feeling the power within the spear, and then—Guide—!!
Hum hum,
The light began to spread across the spear, though not as brilliant as when Hector wielded it but still noticeable.
It succeeded on the first attempt!
Under normal circumstances, Hector would have clapped and praised this sight.
Not enough, not enough, divine spear!
Grant me more of your power!
If thoughts could summon miracles,
O holy Lord of Light, transform your blessing into power, and let this body burn with might.
Having grasped the true use of Apollo's blessing in despair earlier,
Night began to understand the true method of wielding the divine weapon.
As a divine weapon forged with divine power, it naturally could be driven in the same way.
At this moment—
His will had reached its peak,
Night's consciousness found that glimmer in the darkness once more, 'I've caught it! Hope!'
Boom~!!
The power of light suddenly shone brightly, responding to Night,
Combat endurance elevated—successful!
At this moment, it should be called an 'immortal struggle,'
As long as consciousness persists, the body, no matter how broken, can be forcefully driven to exert 'peak' power.
Not only that, now the white light surged along Night's arm towards the divine spear Hector,
When that touch of divine blessing poured into the spear, the divine spear emitted a clear sound, fully responding to him.
It can be done, if it's now—!!!
Everything happened in an instant.
At this moment, around Night, who had not even opened his eyes, countless white dots of light suddenly began to rise from the ground!
Countless light points, a combination of divine power, the divine spear, and Night's life force, creating this scattered brilliance,
Though faint, it was extremely intense.
"…!!! Witness the shooting star's strike, Achilles~!!" When all the power reached its peak, a subtle feeling emerged, allowing Night's spear technique to break through again, connecting and merging the strongest throwing technique with Achilles' inherited spear strike.
The next moment, Night fiercely threw the divine spear.
Whoosh~!!!
Boom~!!
The rotating divine spear Hector, like an arrow leaving the string, carried white brilliance and suddenly sped towards Achilles in the sky.
In the night sky, a strike that resembled a shooting star sped towards Achilles, causing a momentary look of disbelief and astonishment in his eyes.
This… this is—!!
The brilliance of the shooting star seemed to blaze and open up before his eyes, that divine spear with a familiar scent,
When it shone in the sky, it came like a raging wind.
Although its destructive power and pressure were not as strong as Hector's previous strike, the essence behind it caused a greater mental shock to Achilles.
Impossible, this—this is my...
His eyes widened in shock.
Boom~!!
Achilles, in mid-air, was directly pierced through by a white light, as if struck by an aurora.
His body was sent flying,
Finally crashing into the wooden house where Night had been thrown earlier, falling silent.
…!
Did it succeed?
Night and Hector stared intently at the wooden house.
Though Hector's divine spear had the ability to pierce through anything,
The user's strength still mattered,
And it was unlikely that his power alone could kill Achilles.
But if it could break through Achilles' invincible body's defense, that would be enough.
Cough, cough~!!
Suddenly, a coughing sound came from the wooden house,
Then, with a crash, the whole wooden house collapsed,
Unable to withstand the destruction any longer.
Achilles pushed away the wooden boards in front of him, climbing out of the rubble.
He looked incredibly disheveled, his face pale and weak, but his chest was unharmed.
It seemed that the spear had not pierced him but had only sent him flying with its powerful force.
However—
Three pairs of eyes met,
Night, Hector… Achilles.
They stared at each other, noticing the blood tears running down Achilles' eyes and mouth.
Achilles, the first to react, touched his face,
Blood blurred his vision,
This experience was a first for him.
Seeing the blood on his hand...
"…!" Achilles' expression froze momentarily.
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