Chapter 85: Failed to Penetrate the Enemy's Armor

At this moment, Achilles resembled a humanoid Gundam, effortlessly destroying anything that dared to stand in his way. To the Greek soldiers, he was like an armored lion, ferociously tearing apart his enemies and leading the Greek coalition forward.

This was an era that revered martial prowess, where kings and generals often led the vanguard, though they rarely charged at the forefront themselves.

Each army had its vanguard, typically composed of second-line heroes or warriors.

With Agamemnon down, Achilles did not hesitate to order his charioteer to speed up, his chariot charging forward and becoming the hope of all Greeks.

Naturally, he faced the Trojan vanguard.

boost in morale that Agamemnon had brought with him was still in effect when Achilles made his move.

A Trojan vanguard chariot passed by Achilles' chariot on the battlefield. Before Penthesilea could react, the three warriors on the Trojan chariot were sent flying.

These were three grown men—charioteer, archer, and main attacker—all fully armored and weighing hundreds of pounds. Yet, Achilles struck them down with a single sweep of his spear!

The charioteer and archer's bronze armor was deeply dented, and it was clear they wouldn't survive.

The main attacker was still struggling, managing to barely withstand Achilles' initial, overwhelming blow.

"Hmm? Not bad!" Achilles sneered.

In the next instant, he switched his sweeping spear to a thrust.

A golden spearhead appeared in the attacker's view, the gleaming tip instantly plunging into his chest.

Without pause, the spearhead drove forward as if piercing through butter, penetrating the attacker's chest armor and stabbing into his body.

It's important to note that the attacker was still mid-air!

Those with poor eyesight might have even thought Achilles took only one strike to cause blood to spurt out, sending the man crashing to the ground.

The Trojan forces were immediately thrown into chaos!

"Ah! Memnon has been killed by Achilles!"

The fallen man wasn't just anyone; he was Memnon, the son of the dawn goddess Eos, a significant general in the Trojan ranks.

If Atreus's arrow had just boosted Trojan morale by shooting down Agamemnon, then Achilles' slaughter had pushed the Trojans back into the abyss of despair.

Penthesilea raised her bronze longsword and shouted:

"Trojans, in the name of Hector—advance!"

"Even if we die, we will die on the path of attack."

The queen's distinctly androgynous voice pierced through the battlefield, her command serving as an oath, inspiring the furious Trojans to march forward.

If even an outsider like Penthesilea was fighting with all her might, how could we Trojans retreat!?

In the next moment, a faint golden light seemed to descend from the sky, surrounding every Trojan soldier.

The warriors were slightly surprised, as their spears, armor, and helmets appeared to be covered by an additional layer of spectral weaponry.

They quickly realized this was the blessing of Ares, the god of war.

However, few noticed that only "Kratos" was not glowing. There seemed to be an invisible force within him rejecting Ares' blessing.

Penthesilea had no time to worry about this.

Even on the uneven battlefield, the chariot could still reach speeds of up to 50 kilometers per hour.

From a few hundred meters away to the point of engagement, it only took a few breaths.

The towering battle flags on the back of the chariots clearly declared their identities.

King versus King!

General versus General!

Having just slain Memnon, Achilles did not stop for a moment. With a shout, he commanded his charioteer to turn the horses and charge toward Penthesilea.

Along the way, he swung his spear, casually killing yet another entire chariot full of Trojan warriors.

It felt like he was fighting not battle-hardened Trojan warriors, but sheep

Closer!

Even closer!

He was now less than a hundred meters away from Penthesilea's chariot.

At this moment, Atreus struck again.

"Swoosh! Swoosh swoosh!"

**[Triple Shot]!**

Honestly, from the moment Agamemnon fell, Achilles had been eyeing the bald brute beside Penthesilea.

He believed he had paid enough attention to this excellent mounted archer.

But clearly, it wasn't enough.

When the first arrow flew toward him, Achilles raised his spear and slashed it. The thick arrow, along with the immense force attached to it, was nothing in the face of Achilles' semi-divine strength. The arrow shaft was sliced cleanly in two, as if cutting through tofu, as if it were all just the natural course of events.

In the next instant, Achilles was hit.

The over-one-meter-long arrow suddenly exploded, turning into a large fragmentation grenade, with numerous wooden splinters and fire elements shooting out.

Caught off guard, Achilles was unharmed, relying on his divine armor and thick divine skin. However, his archer and charioteer were not so lucky.

The splinters, mixed with flames, pierced their shoulders, blood splattering.

"Ah!" "Ah!" Two screams announced that Achilles would now have to pull the chariot himself.

And that wasn't all—the second arrow followed right after the first. Achilles, now on alert, barely deflected the second arrow with skillful force, only to be struck by the third arrow that skimmed the ground, hitting… his horse!

Achilles' chariot was drawn by three horses—a rare configuration.

The three horses were the immortal steeds **Xanthos** and **Balius**, gifts from Poseidon, and the renowned horse **Pedasos**, which was taken during the attack on Eetion.

The archer on the other side cunningly targeted the only mortal horse.

"Hiss—"

**Pedasos**' dying scream broke Achilles' heart.

Seeing his beloved horse struck in the chest by a long arrow, Achilles knew it couldn't be saved. He was ruthless, pulling the reins with one hand and swiftly stabbing his spear into the ground, drawing his divine sword with the other.

With a flash of the sword, the ropes and harnesses connecting the horses to the chariot were all cut.

**Pedasos**, positioned in the middle of the three horses, was still alive but was dragged under the chariot wheels, crushed to death.

Achilles' quick response was nothing short of brilliant.

Anyone else would have surely ended up thrown off the chariot.

But it wasn't over yet. When the chariot wheels rolled over **Pedasos**, the dying horse accidentally got one of its legs caught in the wheel.

Even with the immense strength of the two immortal horses pulling the chariot, breaking off the leg, the critical slowdown was deadly.

The Amazon Queen had arrived!

"Die, Achilles!" Her coarse shout was like thunder, as the queen swung her two-meter-long broadsword spear, delivering a perfect strike.

She spread her legs, standing firmly on the chariot, using all its momentum, focusing all her power on the spear's tip.

A strike so fast it felt like a teleportation. The world itself seemed to reluctantly slow down the process to maintain consistency, reluctantly allowing the spear to pierce mid-air.

Unfortunately, Achilles had just discarded his spear for his sword to save the chariot and control the horses.

This strike he couldn't block.

Time seemed to freeze!

To an observer, it looked as if Achilles had voluntarily moved into the path of the spear. Even Achilles' face showed an expression of shock.

His divine armor had been pierced by an equally divine foe.

With the spear nearly through his chest, the full power of the Amazon Queen's strike ultimately failed against Achilles' invincible, semi-divine body.

Atreus's system notification read: **[Achilles Preliminary Analysis… Discovered (Body of the Styx)]: Thetis dipped him in the River Styx, rendering his entire body invulnerable to weapons. Evaluated as Physical Resistance Lv100, default armor value of 1000.]**

**[Our side's Penthesilea failed to penetrate the enemy's armor...]**

(End of Chapter)