"Die!"
Pei Zi Yun blocked the spear of a Greek decurion in front of him, piercing his chest. Fresh blood flowed down the shaft of the spear from his heart.
Then, Pei Zi Yun turned around like a gust of wind and stabbed his spear into the throat of the Greek who had pounced on him. A cloud of blood spurted out, leaving behind a deep hole.
"Prince Paris, be careful!" The slaves behind shouted.
Two Greeks shouted, their spears stabbing forward and backward. Pei Zi Yun turned around and smashed the spear with his spear. The powerful force immediately knocked the spear away. Then, he stabbed again and killed the Greek.
Another Greek roared, knowing that it was too late to retract his spear, so he stabbed again.
"Naive!" Pei Zi Yun pulled back the handle of his spear and hit the man's chest heavily. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down. The slaves rushed forward and killed the man.
The surroundings suddenly became empty. At this time, the slaves had placed Philoctetes on the chariot, connected to Hercules' bow and arrows. This divine bow could only be held in one's own hands, because in the original history, Paris had died under this divine bow.
"Retreat, return to Troy immediately." He had killed two heroes in a row and even snatched Hercules' bow and arrow. Pei Zi Yun did not hesitate and immediately shouted.
Mount Olympus
At the foot of the mountain, Hercules watched the battle in the Greek camp with a sullen face. He already knew the fate of his good friend Philoctetes.
Last night, Hercules had told him through a dream that Philoctetes would pick him up.
When he saw Paris shoot Philoctetes to death, veins popped out on Hercules' forehead, and he roared, "Paris, you will die by arrows just like Philoctetes."
However, he did not get up immediately because Heracles had already ascended to godhood. He understood that Philoctetes had killed Poseidon's son, Kronos. Poseidon's wrath had already changed Philoctetes' line of fate. Now, he was merely borrowing Paris's hand to kill Philoctetes.
However, what Prince Paris did next completely infuriated him. Paris dared to take away the bow that Hercules had given to Philoctetes. Hercules was furious, "Paris, you are courting death."
As he said this, he stood up and was about to descend to kill Paris.
"You can't go." A voice rang out. The voice was so intimidating that even Hercules, who had just become a god, felt a wave of fear.
Then, a golden light flashed in front of him, and a young man with a longbow on his back appeared. Apollo, the god of long-range shooting, saw Heracles' actions and stood up to stop him.
When Hercules was alive, he had dealt with Apollo, but at that time, he did not have a deep impression of him. Now that he had become a god, he could truly feel the power of Apollo.
Apollo was one of the twelve main gods of Mount Olympus, and he was indeed much more powerful than himself.
Hercules was furious, but he suppressed his anger. "Apollo, are you going to stop me? Just for this mortal? "
Heracles' tone was stiff. If it was not Apollo but a low-ranking god, he might have ignored him and acted directly.
This hero was self-centered, and anyone who dared to disobey him would be killed. He was known for his jealousy. When he was a teenager, he killed his teacher, Apollo's son, the white-haired Linos, because of a trivial matter.
And during the last attack on Troy, because Teramon had taken the lead, Hercules felt that his friend had surpassed him. He was angry, anxious, and jealous. He drew his sword and wanted to kill his friend Teramon, who was in front of him.
If it were not for Teramon's quick-wittedness, he would have immediately knelt down and said, "I will build an altar here for the victor, Hercules!"
Only then would he have been spared.
One could imagine what this person's character was like.
But now, Apollo did not care and sneered, "Hercules, you were once a mortal, and with the permission of fate, you have become a god. But in Mount Olympus, you still do not have a divine position."
"I once offered a sacrifice to Prince Paris and promised that I would save you once. You can't kill him just because of that."
"And at that time, you were blessed by fate. Many gods did not want to go against fate to avoid the danger of falling into a deep sleep, so they allowed you to be presumptuous."
"Now, although you have become a god, you have lost the blessing of fate. Do you still want to defy me and become my enemy?" Apollo said disdainfully.
Hercules was the son of Zeus, which was not a big deal. Hermes, the Goddesses of Vengeance, Hecate, Hestia, and Dionysus, who could not kill him?
Even Calypso and Hebe would do.
But at that time, fate was predetermined, so Hercules could run amok, repeatedly clashing with the gods without being severely punished. But now, Hercules' status and power had increased, but he had lost the protection of fate, and the consequences of offending the gods were immediately revealed.
Think about it, how many sons of gods had Hercules killed and how many gods had he directly clashed with when carrying out the twelve merits?
That was why Hera was able to drive Heracles out of Olympus immediately after he ascended to godhood and married Hebe to him in accordance with fate. He did not even have a real godhood!
Fate did not say that Hercules should have a divine position.
Strictly speaking, Hercules was an immortal with divine power, but he was a demigod without authority!
Seeing Hercules's ashen face, Apollo took a deep breath. After all, Hercules had already ascended to godhood and was now a member of the immortal race. "Of course, the most important thing is," Apollo said. "Look at the gods. They always act through the hands of mortals. They rarely kill mortals directly. Have you ever thought about this?"
Hearing Apollo's words, Hercules' anger gradually subsided, and he fell into silence.
During his time on Mount Olympus, Hercules had seen the gods act through the hands of mortals, but they did not directly intervene in the affairs of mortals.
Not to mention, recently, Poseidon had used Paris to kill his good friend Philoctetes. Hercules had never delved into the deeper level of the reason, but now it seemed that it was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.
"Could it be that directly intervening in the affairs of mortals could easily cause a conflict between the gods?" Hercules thought. He shook off the thoughts in his mind, but did not take the next step.
Hercules knew that since Apollo had stopped him, at least this time, Apollo would not let him hurt Paris. It seemed that to avenge his friend, he would have to think long and hard about it.
"Apollo, I can promise you that I will not directly attack Paris this time, but my bow and arrows must be returned," Hercules said.
"Sure." Hercules wanted his bow and arrows back. This was a matter of course, and Apollo immediately agreed. "Hercules, as for your anger, I believe that our father, the great Zeus, will allow it."
Main Hall
After the gods saw Cockenos pull out his sword and commit suicide, they looked at each other. There was a brief silence. Rather than saying that Cockenos had committed suicide, it was more accurate to say that he had been killed by Philoctetes. Without that fatal arrow, Cockenos would not have chosen this path.
Looking at the angry Poseidon, no god would choose to speak at this time. If they were not careful, they might offend Poseidon.
Poseidon was not a low-ranking god. On Mount Olympus, his status was second only to Zeus. Like Hades, no god dared to offend him.
When Paris killed Philoctetes and brought Hercules' bow and arrows back to Troy, the gods began to whisper.
"Paris has obtained Hercules' bow and arrows. Has he escaped his original fate?"
Athena watched the gods discuss. She knew that only Zeus would speak up at this time, and how Paris would deal with it depended on Zeus' attitude.
She stood up and said, "Now, let us hear what our great father has to say."
As she said this, she parted the clouds in the middle, revealing a scene in the lower realm.
Trojan Palace
Philoctetes' corpse was placed in the middle of the field. His armor had been stripped off, but he was still wearing clothes. Many people surrounded him and said, "Cockenos, look, your enemy Philoctetes is dead."
Pei Zi Yun listened quietly in the hall.
"King Cockenos was so brave. Who would have thought that he would be ambushed by this despicable Greek and end up like this." An elder of Troy lamented.
"Cockenos' body was invulnerable, yet he could not block a small poison arrow. The poison arrow of this hydra is too strong. Luckily, we have already taken the bow." Prince Troilus of Troy sighed. He was more and more impressed with his brother, Prince Paris.
"No matter how strong a human is, he cannot resist the cruelty of fate." A white-haired elder of Troy sighed.
King Priam looked at the scene in the hall.
Cockenos' death had indeed shocked him. He knew that Cockenos' strength would attract the attention of the gods, but he had always thought that Cockenos was the son of the great Poseidon and should be fine. However, even Cockenos' father, Poseidon, did not lend a helping hand. This gave him an ominous feeling.
However, in the blink of an eye, Paris had killed Philoctetes. Priam was overjoyed, but he had a new worry. He turned around and asked Hector, who was standing quietly, "Hector, what do you think?"
Every time something big happened in Troy, Hector was always calm and steady. He never panicked, and Priam liked to ask for his opinion every time.
However, what was more important now was that although Paris was very humble, and expressed many times that he had no intention of fighting for the throne with Hector, everyone could feel Prince Paris' achievements and talents.
Now, many princes and elders were leaning towards Prince Paris, even overshadowing Hector's brilliance. King Priam really did not want to see two outstanding sons fighting each other.
But now, Troy needed an outstanding prince to overcome this crisis and even achieve victory.
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