Justification Doesn't Matter; Now is the Time for Crazy Warfare

The seemingly isolated Troy, under Hector's impenetrable defensive tactics, was actually as steady as a rock...

But this didn't mean the war wasn't intense.

The besieging army of over a hundred thousand gradually tightened their encirclement, and in the process, many nations and allies were drawn into the fray.

Although none were powerful enough to change the course of the war,

Regular cannon fodder was never in short supply...

Continuously pouring into the biggest meat grinder (battlefield) of ancient Greece.

Everyone was deeply entrenched, bloodlust overwhelming them,

Escaping alive had become impossible.

Only by completely annihilating one side and achieving victory could there be any resolution.

By now, the war was no longer merely about seizing a woman (Helen).

It had transformed into a battle of dignity, honor, and hatred;

A relentless symphony of screams, shouts, roars, and explosions played without pause, without mercy.

The walls of flesh were torn down,

Only to be quickly replaced by new bodies, living beings slaughtered to the last.

Exterminate—regardless of age, kill on sight to eradicate all enemies!

Even the heroes were driven to madness...

Justice, revenge, love, plunder, suppression, liberation—whatever their cause, it no longer mattered.

As long as they held onto a sense of righteousness, people became brutally savage.

Such scenes were happening everywhere...

Yes, for example—

Boom~!!!

A massive boulder hurled during the siege smashed part of the city wall and crushed numerous soldiers into bloody pulp.

"Over here...!!!

There are enemies climbing up from the breach!"

Some Trojan soldiers rushed to plug the gap and fight,

Stepping over indistinguishable chunks of flesh, no longer able to feel disgust, facing the ferocious enemy scaling the walls.

"Damn it!" Hector, as the commander of the defense forces, gritted his teeth,

He wanted to divert some troops to repair the shattered wall, but compared to the regular enemy soldiers, he needed more forces to hold back the real monsters...—

Like the invincible hero—Achilles!

'What a monstrous guy...!!

It's like he's cheating.'

Although he was adept at using anything as a weapon and led his soldiers to defend against the invaders,

When faced with someone who could withstand most weapons, an unyielding brute seemingly made of iron—

It was like encountering a natural nemesis.

The prolonged defence was bound to fail…

He needed to find an opportunity to discover that man's weakness and eliminate this significant threat.

In a direct confrontation,

The Trojans would have long been annihilated by this demigod.

The only reason why they had managed to hold on now was due to the divine protection surrounding the walls.

Yes—

Divine protection of Troy.

If it were ordinary walls, they would fare no better against Achilles' divine spear than the skulls of human enemies he shattered.

No matter how formidable the fortification was, in front of a truly powerful hero, it was no stronger than a paper fortress.

But this world had gods.

And the Trojan War itself had multiple deities playing their games behind the scenes.

Meanwhile—

Boom~!!!

Throwing a cauldron of flames burning at thousands of degrees from the walls,

Although it was unclear how such a thing appeared in the technologically primitive ancient times, Night watched as the flames, hot enough to melt modern armoured vehicles, erupted amidst the dense crowd below,

Creating a massive explosion…

But there was no time for contemplation.

Once the war commenced,

It was more chaotic than imagined, and a moment's inattention could cost one's life.

Even Hector personally killed numerous soldiers.

Though he lacked the divine power of demigod heroes,

His skills with spear and sword were extraordinary, mastering both weapons with remarkable prowess and possessing a resilient body...

It could be said that aside from an invulnerable body, he had a smaller version of Achilles' script, often pushing back enemy soldiers when the defense was on the verge of collapse.

This was war—any extraneous thoughts had no place here.

The slaughter continued until the second sunset before it temporarily ceased,

Both exhausted sides withdrew, taking a brief respite to recover their strength.

Similarly, the utterly fatigued Hector,

Finally had a moment to relax his strained mind and continue pondering how to deal with the formidable Achilles.

On the other side, Night, who was also utterly exhausted, leaned against the wall, his eyes bloodshot...

After a day and night of fighting, he hadn't closed his eyes, and most of the soldiers were in the same state.

The real battlefield was even more chaotic than imagined.

Unless one's personal strength was overwhelming,

They were like raindrops falling into a pond, making barely a ripple, vanishing swiftly.

An individual's power seemed insignificant in the torrent of this battlefield.

And thus—

Even though Night was unskilled in martial arts,

Under Hector's command, he and the other soldiers managed to hold their own against the enemy.

Today, he even fought directly against an enemy soldier who had climbed the wall,

Taking advantage of the enemy's distraction by his comrades, he slashed at the enemy's neck with a sword.

But instead of killing him outright, the blade struck an artery,

Causing the enemy to spray blood everywhere, struggling with a contorted face filled with unwillingness and resentment.

The image of the enemy's pained, lingering death, was still vividly clear,

Ultimately, it was another Trojan soldier who ended the suffering with a final blow.

Surprisingly,

Although Night's face was pale,

It was mostly due to physical exhaustion, not the trauma of killing.

His stamina was drained, but his mind remained exceptionally calm and resilient,

The ordeal of battle just seemed to invigorate him with new vitality.

'A familiar feeling...' Night thought.

Much like his struggle for survival in the desert,

After facing despair, his spirit grew tough, entering a peculiar state of stability,

Enabling him to remain unfazed by anything.

A steely will—!

Night thought of these words.

It was as if his mental state had a permanent reinforcement buff.

In this state, aside from the initial shock of killing,

Soon—

He felt neither disgust nor guilt.

Under the forced calm of his mental state,

While recognizing more dangers, his body instinctively reacted, diving into the next bout of fighting.

This nearly heroic sense of intuition and stable spirit,

Allowed him to navigate the perilous battlefield with relative safety.

Otherwise, as an ordinary person without a hero's physique,

He would have never survived this long unscathed.

Many soldiers who fought alongside him perished, and those who survived were often wounded or crippled,

Sent to the rear to recover...

But Night, after a day of intense battle, emerged almost entirely unscathed.

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