The spear that Achilles threw was like a bolt of lightning. In a flash, it arrived in front of Men Nong. Men Nong had no time to react and could only raise his shield. The spear pierced through the shield and stabbed Men Nong's shoulder.
Memnon grunted. Ignoring the injury on his shoulder, he raised the spear in his hand. With a whistling sound, the spear stabbed towards Achilles.
Facing the spear, Achilles did not dare to be careless. His body flashed, but he could not dodge in time. The spear pierced his arm.
Blood immediately flowed from his arm and slowly dripped to the ground.
Memnon saw that Achilles had been stabbed by his spear and shouted excitedly, "Poor guy, although you have some achievements, standing in front of you now is the son of a god. You are no match for him."
"Because my mother, Eos, is the goddess of Olympus. She is ten times better than your mother, Thetis."
Achilles did not care about the wound on his arm and let it flow. But after a while, the wound stopped bleeding, and a layer of blood formed on his arm. He said to Memnon, "Stranger, although you are also very strong, the final outcome will tell you who is born more noble between us."
With that, Achilles gripped his spear tightly with both hands. Memnon also gripped his spear tightly. The two looked at each other and rushed at each other, facing each other, and began fighting.
Memnon's spear pierced towards Achilles. This time, Achilles was prepared. His shield was already in front of him to block the attack.
Clang.
The spear pierced through the five layers of defense of Achilles' shield. It went straight through the entire shield and continued to stab forward, stabbing into the armor with a crisp clang.
Achilles saw that his armor had blocked Men Nong's spear, and Men Nong's spear was stuck in his shield. Achilles did not want to give up this opportunity. The spear in his hand was like a bolt of lightning, stabbing towards Men Nong's chest. Men Nong blocked it with his shield, and his whole body flashed, dodging the spear that had pierced through the shield.
At this time, Memnon had already pulled out the spear in his hand, and once again with great power, it stabbed towards Achilles' face.
Achilles raised his shield to block the spear.
The two of them exchanged blows back and forth. The shields in their hands were already riddled with holes. Both of them threw down their shields and continued to attack each other. Without the protection of their shields, the battle between the two of them became even more dangerous. A slight mistake could lead to the other party's spear piercing through them.
"A body that is impervious to swords and spears will always have its limits. Even when facing the weapons of gods, one will still be injured. However, the reason why the weapons of gods are called weapons of gods is because they are mysterious." Pei Zi Yun looked at the shield that he had tossed aside. Although it couldn't completely defend against the attacks, it was still a tool of the gods. However, it was still wriggling and slowly recovering.
"Kind of like the weapons and armor of the Saint Seiya."
Mount Olympus
Zeus sat on his throne and watched the battle between Achilles and Memnon in the red mist. Although Achilles and Memnon were fighting fiercely, there was no clear winner. Zeus stood up, took out a golden scale, and placed the life and death weights on it. One was Achilles, and the other was Memnon. Zeus began to weigh them.
The two weights were locked in a stalemate. After a while, Memnon leaned towards Hades. Zeus nodded his head in satisfaction. He then turned to Hermes and said, "Go and invite the Goddesses of Fate over."
Hermes nodded his head and turned to leave.
Before long, Hermes led the three Goddesses of Fate into the hall. The three Goddesses of Fate spoke to Zeus, "Great Zeus, I wonder what instructions do you have for us to come here?"
Zeus drained his cup of wine in one gulp and pointed at the red mist. "Look, Achilles and Memnon are locked in a stalemate. Let Fate help Achilles and kill Memnon. This will also extinguish the light of Achilles' fate."
"Yes, with the help of fate, Achilles will kill Memnon." The Goddess of Fate looked at the scale and announced the result.
"Boom!" With these words, death descended upon Memnon, and light descended upon Achilles. The gods saw this and cried out loudly. Some cried out in joy, while others cried out in sorrow.
But no matter how much they cried out, they couldn't change Zeus' mind.
Achilles and Memnon were still locked in a fierce battle on the ground, and didn't sense the Goddess of Fate approaching.
At this moment, Memnon suddenly felt his heart go numb, and his entire body stiffened. How could Achilles let go of this opportunity? He thrust his spear forward and easily pierced through Memnon's chest. The tip of the spear came out from his back.
"Puff." Achilles pulled out the spear, and blood spurted out from Memnon's chest like a fountain. Memnon froze for a moment and raised his hand in front of him, as if he wanted to grab something, but he couldn't grab anything.
"Bang." Memnon's body fell heavily and smashed into the ground, sending up a cloud of dust. A great hero, King Memnon of Ethiopia, died on the battlefield of Troy just like that.
The surrounding Greeks saw that Memnon, who was fighting with Achilles, was killed by Achilles' spear, and they let out a huge cheer.
"The God-like Achilles is invincible."
This was a great morale boost for the Greeks. This powerful Trojan had been killed by Achilles, and no one in Troy would be a match for Achilles.
On the other hand, the Trojans were the opposite. Seeing that Mennong was able to fight against the invincible Achilles for so long on the battlefield, and his strength was even on par with Achilles, the Trojans who were originally wavering had a glimmer of hope in their hearts again.
Now that Memnon, who had been fighting with Achilles for so long, was suddenly killed by Achilles, many of the Trojans were filled with fear.
"Retreat, retreat, run, let's go back to Troy, where the power of God is protecting us. The Greeks can't attack us." Many of the Trojans saw that the situation was not good, and turned around to escape back to Troy. The two sides were originally evenly matched, but after Memnon was killed, the Trojans completely collapsed.
"Kill, kill every single one of the Trojans." The Greeks excitedly chased after the fleeing Trojans. This made some of the Greeks think of the Trojans chasing after them.
When Achilles did not participate in the battle, he was forced into a desperate situation. Now, it was the opposite.
Achilles, who had killed Memnon, felt very tired. He panted and looked towards where Pei Zi Yun was standing, but did not see him. He knew that he had escaped again.
"Paris, don't even think of escaping. Today, I will make sure that you die under my spear." Achilles was enraged, and looked around. Finally, he saw Paris on the road to Troy. He immediately ordered, "Otto Modon, chase after him and kill Paris."
At this point, the gods Masantos and Balius could feel their misfortune, and started crying. Otto Modon also felt the same way, and said, "Godlike Achilles, you are still a mortal. After killing Memnon, you are already very tired and injured. You should rest for today, and fight again in the future!"
Achilles replied, "My heart is filled with anger, and I hate that despicable Paris. Today, I must kill him."
As he said this, he ordered Otto Modon to chase after him.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Pei Zi Yun hurriedly escaped back to Troy. He did not have the power to save Memnon, because Memnon's death was decided by the gods. Especially when the Goddess of Destiny approached, he knew that Memnon would definitely die.
Since the gods had already interfered, he did not continue to stay there. Instead, he slowly retreated, no longer paying attention to the battle between them.
Indeed, after a short while, Achilles, with the help of the Goddess of Destiny, easily killed Memnon.
At this point, the Goddess of Dawn, Eos, rushed to the battlefield with a face full of tears. She saw her son Memnon's corpse lying quietly on the ground, and her heart was filled with grief.
"God of Wind, go and bring my son Memnon's corpse back to his hometown." The Goddess of Dawn, Eos, commanded the God of Wind to sweep the ground and bring Memnon's corpse away.
The God of Wind nodded, and pounced down, transforming into a gust of wind that instantly snatched Memnon's corpse from the ground. It then swept it up into the sky, flying towards Memnon's hometown. Memnon's corpse's fresh blood dripped onto the ground.
Achilles, who was in hot pursuit of Pei Zi Yun, did not notice that a gust of wind had swept Memnon's corpse away. At this point, he only had eyes for Pei Zi Yun.
Ever since Pei Zi Yun had killed many Greek heroes with his arrows, and even killed Ajax in front of him, he had made Pei Zi Yun a target that he had to kill.
At this moment, he was chasing after Pei Zi Yun. From Achilles' point of view, Paris was dead without a doubt under his spear.
At this point, Apollo had already descended to the walls of Troy. His body was hidden, and mortals could not see him. He looked coldly at Achilles, who was pouncing towards him.
"After killing Memnon, the Afterglow of Achilles' Destiny is already like burnt charcoal. It may seem bright, but in reality, it will be extinguished in the blink of an eye."
"Should I kill it myself, or should I borrow Paris's hand?"
Just as Apollo was deep in thought, the panicked Trojans fled all the way. The faster ones escaped directly into the city of Troy, while the slower ones were chased by the Greeks all the way to the city gates. However, they could no longer enter Troy.
The Trojans inside the city saw the flood of Greeks, and quickly closed the city gates to prevent the Greeks from taking the opportunity to attack.
This huge city was the last barrier of Troy. If it was breached, Troy would be completely destroyed.
As soon as Pei Zi Yun stepped into the city of Troy, he immediately felt Apollo's power on the city walls. He immediately knew that time was up. He turned around and looked at Achilles, who had been chasing after him, and thought to himself, "Achilles, today is the day you die."
Achilles had always been ruthless on the battlefield. Hector had died by his hands, Memnon had died by his hands, and many Trojan heroes had died by his hands as well.
He could not kill them, because the time was not ripe. But now, the time was ripe.
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