Pei Zi Yun watched as Hector pounced forward and carried Sarpedon's corpse on his shoulder. Just as he was about to leave the battlefield, Patroclus was not willing to give up. He ignored Hector, raised his spear, and threw it at Pei Zi Yun with all his might.
"Xiu." The spear pierced through the air and fell rapidly.
Pei Zi Yun had long been paying attention to Patroclus's actions. The moment he threw the spear, Pei Zi Yun was already prepared. Carrying Sarpedon's corpse, he moved his body.
"Pu." The long spear flew past Pei Zi Yun's body and pierced deep into the ground. More than half of the spear had pierced into the ground. The spear that was exposed to the outside of the ground swayed uncontrollably, showing how strong the force behind the attack was.
"When Hector comes, you're dead." Pei Zi Yun had no intention of fighting. Even if Patroclus was dead, if he killed him, he might be remembered by the gods. At that time, he would be in trouble.
He took a deep look at a place where the naked eye could not see. A crystal shone not far away, as if it was slowly evaporating. The system was giving him a notification.
"Is this the Tear of Zeus? Although the gods may not care about this, I can't take it under the watchful eyes of the crowd. But when the battle is over and the gods look away, I can take it. "
"It's fine to evaporate a little now." Pei Zi Yun thought as he carried the corpse and ran.
Patroclus watched as Pei Zi Yun carried Sarpedon's corpse and ran away. He was not willing to let Paris take Sarpedon's corpse from him so easily.
With the tip of his foot, he picked up a spear and held it in his hand, aiming at the running Pei Zi Yun.
"Xiu." The spear once again moved like lightning, attacking Pei Zi Yun who was carrying Sarpedon's corpse.
"Dang." This time, it was not Pei Zi Yun's turn to dodge or block. Although the enraged Apollo did not reveal himself, he managed to deflect the incoming spear. He then shouted at Patroclus, "Back off!"
Apollo's voice was as loud and clear as thunder. When Patroclus heard it, he was shocked. He knew that this was an order from God, so he hesitated.
After a moment of hesitation, Hector felt that he was being ignored. He threw his spear at Patroclus. The spear drew a bolt of lightning in the air and appeared in front of Patroclus in an instant.
Patroclus did not dare to underestimate the incoming spear. He raised the spear in his hand and moved his body by an inch, narrowly dodging the heavy spear. However, his arm was still numb from the impact.
Patroclus was shocked. He knew that Hector was powerful and couldn't be taken lightly. He didn't dare to be careless and go against Paris. He went all out to guard against Hector, who was already running over.
From afar, Pei Zi Yun turned around and saw that Hector had successfully intercepted Patroclus. His heart was at ease. He placed Sarpedon's corpse on his shoulder onto the chariot and jumped onto it himself. He drove the chariot towards the river.
Pei Zi Yun had risked his life to snatch Sarpedon's corpse because he knew that Sarpedon was the son of Zeus. Successfully snatching Sarpedon's corpse from the enemy's hands would undoubtedly leave a good impression on Zeus.
Although doing so would not change Paris's situation, these little changes, when accumulated, could be a bargaining chip in the final outcome.
The chariot flew all the way and soon arrived at the river.
"Stop the chariot and bring the balm." Pei Zi Yun carried Sarpedon's corpse to the riverbank and found a place with clean water. He placed the corpse on a rock in the river, washed it with clean water, and applied the balm.
"Go back!" The corpse had been disposed of and was ready to be transported to the city. But at this moment, the God of Sleep and the God of Death released a dense fog. The thick fog quickly blocked Pei Zi Yun's vision. In the blink of an eye, Sarpedon's corpse disappeared.
At the moment when the fog appeared, Pei Zi Yun felt the arrival of the God of Sleep and the God of Death. But at this moment, he revealed a very shocked expression.
Apollo appeared in time and dispelled Pei Zi Yun's doubts. He said, "Paris, don't worry. The God of Death has sent Sarpedon's corpse back to Lycaia and buried him with the soil of his hometown."
After saying this, Apollo quickly disappeared from the riverbank and appeared on the battlefield where Hector and Patroclus were fighting.
Pei Zi Yun felt that almost all the gods were paying attention to the battle between Hector and Patroclus.
Patroclus's spear stabbed forward, but before it could get close, it was blocked by Hector.
Hector's spear stabbed towards Patroclus's shoulder. Patroclus hurriedly retreated and raised the spear in his hand, blocking the tip of the spear.
Hector saw that the thrust of the spear was not successful, so he changed his attack to a sweep. The entire body of the spear swept towards Patroclus.
Patroclus faced the sweeping spear and raised the spear in his hand. It collided with Hector's sweeping spear.
Clang. A strong force came from the spear, causing Patroclus to take a step back. Hector, on the other hand, was forced to take two steps back.
The two of them fought back and forth, and very quickly, they had exchanged more than ten blows.
Although Hector was strong, against Patroclus, who was wearing the armor of Achilles and wielding the weapon of Achilles, he was gradually at a disadvantage.
Pei Zi Yun watched from afar and quickly rushed over. While Patroclus and Hector were fighting, he drew his bow and shot an arrow.
Xiu. The arrow pierced through the air and fell towards Patroclus.
Patroclus hurriedly leapt out and dodged the arrow. However, Prince Cebrionus, who was not far from him, was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the arrow.
"Pu." The arrow pierced through Prince Cebrionus's forehead. The tip of the arrow protruded from the back of his head, and a white substance spurted out along with the arrow. Prince Cebrionus froze for a moment before falling to the ground with a thud, causing a cloud of dust to rise.
This sudden turn of events caused the surrounding people to stare in shock. They had not expected this at all. Cebrionus could be considered to have died a wronged death.
Patroclus and Hector's battle paused for a moment before they resumed their intense battle. Hector raised his spear and charged towards Patroclus, but was still unable to defeat Patroclus.
At this point, Pei Zi Yun felt the Grim Reaper's gaze on him. Apollo was also hovering around the area where the two of them were fighting.
He shook his head and sighed to himself, 'Patroclus, you have killed the son of Zeus. Do you think you can still live?'
On the battlefield of Troy, no hero who killed the son or daughter of God would have a good ending. Even if they were not punished at the start due to the need of the war, they would still be punished by God later on.
Indeed, Apollo, who was hiding nearby, was getting impatient. Taking advantage of the battle, he turned around and struck Patroclus's back with a heavy blow.
Although he had the protection of the godly armor, Patroclus could not withstand the blow and fell backwards. His helmet fell off, and his feathers were covered in dust and blood. However, he still held onto his spear tightly in his hands.
Faced with such a good opportunity, how could Hector let it go? He immediately rushed forward and waved his spear. With a "pu" sound, the spear pierced through Patroclus's abdomen. The tip of the spear pierced through his back.
Copious amounts of blood spurted out from Patroclus's mouth and back, dying the entire area red.
Looking at this, Hector cheered loudly and said happily, "Haha, Patroclus! You wanted to turn our city into ruins, steal our women and ship them back to your country as slaves! "
"But now, you're going to die!"
Hector had reason to be happy. Originally, the Trojans were about to wipe out the entire Greek allied army. It was Patroclus's appearance that reversed the Greek allied army's decline, causing the Trojans, who had the upper hand, to retreat in defeat.
Now that Patroclus was dead, other than Achilles, who could not attack, there was no one else who could stop the Trojans from winning. Hector seemed to see the light of victory.
Patroclus looked at Hector and replied in a weak voice, "You can gloat. Before I die, I can see the gods. It was Zeus and Apollo who helped you win effortlessly. If it wasn't for the gods interfering in the war, my spear would have killed you."
"But … there is one thing … I can predict … Hector, your … misfortune is coming … soon, and … I … also know … who … will kill you!"
After Patroclus finished speaking, his head silently drooped. It was obvious that he was dead. Then, a specter went to the domain of Hades.
For someone who had committed the crime of killing the son of god, it was hard to say what kind of treatment he would receive.
Patroclus's death was a huge blow to the Greeks. The Trojans watched as the Greek, who had been slaughtering their heroes and soldiers, finally died at the hands of the great Hector. They all cheered.
"Hector."
"Hector."
The cheers were loud and clear, and the Trojans on the battlefield were affected. They did not know that it was Apollo who had interfered, and only cheered for the hero.
"With Patroclus dead, Achilles will be enraged."
"Actually, from the perspective of fate, the sharp conflict between Achilles and Agamemnon actually gave Achilles a chance to stay out of it."
"But now that Patroclus is dead, the enraged Achilles will rush into the battlefield at all costs, killing the heroes of the Trojans everywhere. This will also lead him to his own death."
Seeing Hector jump down, wanting to skin Patroclus's corpse, Pei Zi Yun immediately felt death looming over him.
"The thick aura of death was originally on Patroclus, but after his death, it quickly transferred to Hector."
"This aura of death is too thick, like a dark cloud."
He knew that if this continued, more Greek heroes would come to protect Patroclus's corpse, and a new battle would ensue. He did not want that to happen. Only by ending the battle temporarily could he obtain the Tear of Zeus.
Pei Zi Yun hurriedly went forward to persuade him, "Brother, you have been through so many battles, and are extremely tired. Also, it is getting late. Lead the people and bring Patroclus's corpse back to the city."
"Leave this place to me."
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