Patroclus put on Achilles' armor, held a shield in his left hand, and a spear in his right, and rushed into the fierce battlefield.
Poof poof poof. Patroclus' spear pierced through a few Trojan soldiers, and all of them were killed in one hit. Seeing this, the Peronian prince, Pirakemos, rushed over in anger.
Clang. Pirakemos stabbed at Patroclus with his spear, and Patroclus blocked it with his spear. Then, he followed up with a stab, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced through Pirakemos' right shoulder. Blood dyed the armor red.
Pirakemos staggered and fell on his back. Patroclus was about to follow up with another attack and stab Pirakemos to death with his spear.
At this time, Arellycus saw that Patroclus had stabbed Pirakemos, and he panicked. He threw his spear at Patroclus.
Patroclus did not dodge. He raised his spear and hit the body of the incoming spear, causing it to deviate from its original trajectory and fall into the air.
"Kill!" Arellycus rushed over with his sword, but he clearly underestimated Patroclus' strength. He blocked the spear and stabbed with the spear in his hand.
Clang. Arellycus used his sword to block the spear, but his hands were numb from the impact. It was obvious how much strength the spear had.
Patroclus' spear was blocked, and he followed up with a stab.
Poof. The sharp tip of the spear pierced into Arellycus' chest. When the spear was pulled out, blood gushed out like a fountain.
"Arellycus is dead." Patroclus' performance undoubtedly stimulated the Greek heroes and soldiers on the battlefield, and their morale was greatly boosted.
At this time, Little Ajax also rushed into the Trojans, and his spear stabbed continuously. Everywhere it went, people fell.
"Run, Achilles is here." The injured Prince Pirakemos took the opportunity to escape. Patroclus, who was wearing Achilles' armor, and the Trojans all ran away, thinking that Achilles was here.
"Achilles, you are finally here. Go ahead and kill them all. Kill all the invading Trojans." Seeing Patroclus's behavior, Great Ajax also thought that it was Achilles who had made the move. So he perked up and rushed towards Hector so that he could not save the others.
Hector had been on the battlefield for a long time. He was alert and experienced. When he saw the man that looked like Achilles, he knew that he should not be impulsive before he understood the situation. So he did not want to get entangled with Great Ajax. Instead, he slowly retreated.
"Hector has escaped." Someone among the Greeks shouted. This was a boost to the morale of the Greeks who were in despair. The morale of the Greeks, who had been low all this while, received an unprecedented boost. On the other hand, the morale of the Trojans plummeted when they saw their commander retreat.
"Hector has escaped." Patroclus flicked his spear, and with a 'clang', a Troy centurion's spear shook and snapped.
"No …" The centurion's eyes were filled with despair. Pu! The spear pierced through his body, and he fell to the ground.
Patroclus raised his blood-stained spear, listened to the shouts, and looked over as well. Sure enough, he saw Hector retreating.
"Kill Hector. Not only will the Greeks reverse their defeat, but they will also obtain victory." Patroclus was about to order the chariot to charge forward when he suddenly remembered Achilles' warning, telling him not to face Hector directly.
"No, I cannot be weak. I just have to kill Hector." Patroclus hesitated, but looking around, seeing the burning camp and warships, as well as the corpses all over the ground, his hesitation immediately turned into determination.
"Chase, catch up to Hector. He killed so many of our heroes, we cannot let him leave alive," Patroclus ordered. The chariot listened and gave chase.
"Go to hell!" Along the way, Patroclus displayed his invincibility. Some Trojan citizens tried to band together to stop him, but with a sweep of the spear, there was only a 'pu pu' sound. As the tip of the spear swept past, blood splattered, and a few throats were cut open.
Then, the chariot continued to chase, and along the way, the Trojan citizens died one by one under the spear.
Prince Palonos saw Patroclus killing so many Trojan soldiers in a row, and his heart was filled with rage. He saw that this person wearing Achilles' armor was not Achilles, so he was not afraid of Patroclus.
"Imposter, go to hell." Palonos took the opportunity when Palonos was killing the Trojan soldiers to throw his spear.
The spear cut through the air, attacking Patroclus. At this time, his spear had just pierced a Trojan soldier, and facing this incoming spear, it seemed that he could not block it at all.
At this moment, he did not lift the spear, but instead lifted the body of the spear, and his whole body flashed slightly.
"Clang." The incoming spear hit Patroclus's spear, but it was deflected, and flew out by the side of Patroclus's body.
Patroclus looked at Palonos, who was holding a long sword, and coldly snorted in his heart. He pulled out his blood-stained spear and threw it.
A cold light flashed, and the spear pierced through Palonos's defense, piercing his heart.
"Pfft." Blood flowed along the spear to the ground. Palonos's eyes widened, and his face was filled with disbelief. This person was not Achilles, so how could he be so powerful?
Patroclus, who had killed another Trojan hero, pulled out his spear when the chariot was deflected, but he did not strip the armor of the corpse.
In this era, the armor of a hero was the most valuable, so after killing an enemy prince or hero, the first thing to do was to strip the corpse. But at this time, Patroclus shouted, "Ignore the corpse, the Greeks will not steal my spoils of war. Chariot, advance, and kill all the Trojans you meet."
Following Patroclus's orders, the war chariot charged into the enemy's formation with Patroclus brimming with killing intent. Clanging sounds rang out incessantly wherever the chariot went. They were either hurling short spears, thrusting spears, or defending with shields. In just a few moments, a centurion and six ten-man captains had all fallen.
"Quick, stop this person." Not far away, Thestor and Urlaos rushed towards Patroclus at the same time.
Before the man arrived, Thestor hurled his spear out swiftly.
Swoosh. The spear arrived in front of Patroclus.
"Dang." Patroclus raised his spear and knocked away the incoming spear.
Taking advantage of this gap, Urlaos rushed in front of Patroclus and stabbed his spear towards Patroclus' chest.
Clang. Patroclus blocked the spear with his shield, and the spear followed the body of the incoming spear and stabbed towards Urlaos.
Puff. The tip of Patroclus' spear pierced into Urlaos' chest, and with a forceful twist, blood sprayed all over the ground.
Thud. Urlaos' heavy body fell to the ground, and a cloud of dust rose.
"No, Urlaos!" Thestor, who had just rushed over, screamed when he saw this. But then, Patroclus laughed sinisterly and stabbed with his spear. Thestor raised his sword to block, and with a crack, the sword broke. Then, there was a flash of cold light.
Puff.
An arrow of blood shot out from his neck. Thestor covered his neck with his hand, but the blood could not be stopped. His body also fell heavily to the ground.
Patroclus had killed four princes and heroes of Troy in a row, which was a heavy blow to the morale of the Trojans. Originally, the battle line had been pushed to the warships, but now, Patroclus had driven them back to the wall.
In the distance, Sarpedon saw this. His heart was sad and angry, and he intercepted with his spear.
When Patroclus saw Sarpedon, he immediately recognized Sarpedon and instantly remembered Alcamon, who had died tragically in Sarpedon's hands.
"Sarpedon, your time has come." Patroclus roared and rushed towards Sarpedon, vowing to kill Sarpedon and avenge the death of Alcamon.
Sarpedon was not to be outdone. With a roar, he also rushed over to avenge the death of the Trojan heroes and warriors.
Mount Aida Temple
Zeus sat on the marble throne at the top of Mount Aida, watching the battle between the Trojans and the Greeks below.
When Sarpedon rushed towards Patroclus, Zeus looked at his son sympathetically, because he knew that Sarpedon could not be a match for Patroclus at this time.
The final result was obvious. Without the intervention of the gods, Sarpedon would be killed by Patroclus with his spear.
Hera, who had rushed here from Mount Olympus, seemed to have seen through Zeus' inner thoughts. She said sarcastically, "What are you thinking, terrible god?"
"You have shown your authority. The son of Poseidon is dead, the daughter of Ares is dead, and many more sons of the gods have died under your command."
"Even Poseidon did not dare to openly disobey you. He could only fight on a small scale, but because of this, the gods have been accumulating their anger."
"According to the plan, this anger will pour out on Achilles, break his wings of destiny, and lead him to death."
"Now, do you want to bear the anger of the gods to save a man who was destined to die?"
Hera's words were harsh, but they made sense. This war was originally led by Zeus, and many sons and daughters of the gods had died. If Zeus sided with his own son, then his position as king of the gods would be greatly questioned. Although Zeus preached that "all the gods in the heavens and on the earth together are no match for me," in fact, Zeus was only half a level lower than Hades and Poseidon.
Zeus relied on royal power.
And royal power, even the royal power of the gods, could not provoke the anger of the masses.
Hera looked at Zeus's face and softened her tone. "Besides, why don't you think about it? If all the gods dragged their sons out of the battlefield, what would happen?"
"Terrible god, you'd better listen to my advice and let him die on the battlefield. We can hand him over to the god of sleep and the god of death, carry him away from the chaos of the battlefield, and return him to his hometown for a grand burial."
Zeus hated Hera's heartless words, but he had to admit that what she said was the best way to deal with it. Looking at Sarpedon, who had rushed to the foot of Mount Aida, a tear fell from his eye. This tear rolled on the ground and fell in front of Sarpedon.
At the same time, Pei Zi Yun paused. He could feel the system vibrating.
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