Following the death of Achilles, a Plum Blossom appeared in front of him. It enlarged rapidly and turned into an information interface with a faint sense of light.
"Hero's Bloodline: Level 5 (513.8%)"
"Harvesting Achilles completed. Fate has allowed you to achieve 3 conditions to advance to 0/3."
"Condition: Troy must be destroyed. Troy must become a sacrifice. This is the prerequisite for you to become a god."
"Condition: Break the trap of the gods. Gods are intelligent and sensitive. They will set up a trap before they can truly threaten the gods. Please destroy this trap as soon as possible."
"Condition: Obtain the Golden Apple. You started with the Golden Apple and will end with the Golden Apple."
Pei Zi Yun looked at it and was shocked. His expression darkened, "Troy must be destroyed?"
"Only if it is destroyed can I become a god?"
When his gaze shifted to the second condition, a wave of information was transmitted to him. His expression was so gloomy that it was about to drip water. "So that's how it is. The tenth level of the Hero Bloodline is just barely reaching the level of Achilles. If Achilles destroys Troy, it would be equivalent to completing a great feat and reaching the level of a true demigod like Hercules."
"No wonder the gods did not allow Achilles to win."
"But even if it was Hercules, his body could still be destroyed. Becoming a god like that would have its flaws."
"If the tenth level is the boundary between humans and gods, there is still a gap that needs to be filled before one can reach the level of a true god. The Fruit of Gods is not a fool."
In his previous life, there were many Demon Kings and Gods (level 100) who were courting death. Only when the challenger rose up and was only a step away from them (level 95) would they attack and be killed instead.
Gods with brains would not do this. The Greek Gods set the threshold to become a demigod as a blacklist and kill point. There was still one more level to reach the level of a true god. That was about level 75!
"As for the Golden Apple, I don't care. This is the power that the system needs."
"Damn it. I wanted to level up and kill all these heroes to save Troy. It seems like the gods did not give me this chance."
"But even so, I can discard many of my worries."
Pei Zi Yun stood on the platform and saw Achilles' body stiffen as he fell to the ground. He then jumped down from the platform and dashed towards the city gates.
"Hurry up and open the gate. Achilles is dead."
Pei Zi Yun encouraged the Trojans to quickly open the city gates and snatch the corpse. Not to mention Achilles' identity, just the Godly Armor on his body was enough for them to snatch the corpse.
In the original history, Ajax brandished his spear and rushed over to protect Achilles' corpse. But now that Ajax was dead, no one could protect him. Although the Greeks rushed over, they did not have the strength to protect the corpse.
"Retrieve Achilles' body." Achilles' subordinates saw Achilles fall dead at the city gates of Troy and were extremely anxious. They all rushed over and swore to protect Achilles' corpse.
Pei Zi Yun looked at the four heroes and immediately avoided Monstius, who was the son of the river god Speersius and the beautiful daughter of Peleus, Polydora. He also avoided Oeudorus, the son of Hermes and Polymele.
These two heroes were the sons of the gods. He did not want to offend the gods, so he avoided them.
Pei Zi Yun charged towards the two heroes, the son of Maimalos, Posandros, and the white-haired Fenix and Laërtes' son, Altemedon.
Posandros saw Pei Zi Yun rushing towards her aggressively. She knew that Pei Zi Yun was a hero who could exchange blows with Achilles. She was definitely not a match for him, so she raised her spear and shield to defend herself.
Pei Zi Yun's spear quickly pierced towards Posandros' chest.
"Bang." The spear turned into a bolt of lightning and penetrated Posandros's shield in the blink of an eye, heading straight for his chest without losing any momentum.
"Pu."
Posandros dodged with all her might, narrowly avoiding her vital organs. However, the tip of the spear still pierced into Posandros' arm. Fresh blood flowed from her arm.
Before she could react, Pei Zi Yun pulled out his spear and pierced it again. The spear was like a green dragon, rushing towards Posandros' chest.
"Pu."
Posandros' body was pierced through by the tip of the spear. Her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. Her body immediately froze.
"Peng." Posandros' body fell to the ground.
From the moment Pei Zi Yun rushed over to the moment he killed Posandros, it had only been three breaths of time. He quickly pulled out his spear, causing another arrow of blood to spurt out.
Pei Zi Yun looked at Altemedon and saw that he was defending himself to the death. He could not help but feel happy. If he could defend himself, Achilles would not have killed so many heroes.
His eyes turned cold as he raised his blood-stained spear and rushed towards Altemedon. Before he even got close, he threw the spear in his hand at Altemedon.
"Swish."
The spear whistled through the air as it flew towards Altemedon.
"Bang."
The tip of the spear pierced through Altemedon's shield and continued towards Altemedon's chest without slowing down.
Altemedon's body flashed and he barely managed to avoid being hit in his vital organs. The tip of the spear pierced his arm. Before he could rejoice that he had dodged the spear's fatal attack, a cold light flashed and a line of blood appeared on Altemedon's throat. Fresh blood quickly gushed out from the line of blood. His body swayed and with a bang, he fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Pei Zi Yun had killed two Greek heroes in a row, causing Monstius and Aoyudolos' faces to turn pale. However, Achilles' corpse was at their feet, and they could not let Pei Zi Yun snatch it away.
No matter how afraid they were, they did not run away. Instead, they struggled to protect Achilles' corpse.
Mount Olympus
In the middle of the red fog, images of the Trojan War kept flashing by. This time, the images showed Pei Zi Yun killing two Greek heroes in a row.
Hera saw that Pei Zi Yun had killed two Greek heroes in a row and was furious. She said, "Damn it, where is the Bow of Hercules?"
Athena, who was standing, said, "I've already sent it down. Nestor will get it later, and I will give him power."
"Yes, this time, we must not let Paris live," Hera said.
Ignoring the old grudge over the Golden Apple, in this war, the Trojan hero who had killed the most Greek heroes was not Hector, but Pei Zi Yun. Furthermore, Pei Zi Yun had just killed Achilles, and now he had killed two more Greek heroes.
As the god protecting the Greek side, Hera could see very clearly. Now that Achilles was dead, she could not allow Pei Zi Yun to continue living.
At this moment, on the battlefield below, the old Nestor raised his hands and prayed devoutly.
"God, I hope you have mercy on me. My son, Antirochus, was killed by the despicable Paris with an arrow. I want to avenge him, but I am old now. I hope you can help me."
He had originally wanted Achilles to help him take revenge, but Achilles had been killed by the enemy. He could only pray that the gods could help him avenge his son, Antirochus.
His prayer seemed to have a certain effect. Suddenly, at the place where Nestor was praying, two bright stars slowly descended from the sky. The stars shone with a silver light. The light was gentle and not dazzling. They fell directly towards Nestor's body.
Nestor looked at the two bright stars falling from the sky towards him. His body instinctively wanted to dodge, but he suddenly found that his body was bound and could not move. He could only watch as the two stars merged into his body.
When the two bright stars fell, a thick fog appeared where they were. The thick fog covered Nestor's chariot, making it impossible for anyone outside to see anything in the thick fog.
Inside, Nestor's body ushered in an earth-shattering change. He became young.
After a while, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and the shining silver stars disappeared at the same time. But what was even more shocking was that the old Nestor had become much younger.
The surrounding Greek soldiers stared at Nestor, dumbfounded. They didn't understand how Nestor, who had a face full of wrinkles and a head full of white hair, suddenly became so young.
"Look, Nestor's body has become so young."
"I just heard him pray to the gods. The gods must have made his body young again."
"God really dotes on Nestor. If only I could become young as well," Nestor thought to himself.
The surrounding soldiers discussed Nestor's sudden youth. They were both envious and jealous, wishing that such a good thing could happen to them.
"Although it's only a day, this is indeed a young body." Nestor waved his two strong and powerful arms, his face full of excitement. The feeling of youth was really good. Although the gods only allowed him to have a young body for a day, he still liked this feeling very much.
And as the fog dissipated, Nestor found a divine bow falling in front of him. This divine bow was the Bow of Hercules. He had seen Philoctetes use this divine bow to kill Kronos.
Now that he saw this divine bow, how could he not know that the gods had heard his prayers and given him a chance to take revenge?
His son Antirox had been killed by Pei Ziyun's arrow, and his heart was filled with the desire for revenge. Now that he had such a fortuitous encounter, he immediately said, "This is the power that the gods have given me to take revenge."
As he spoke, Nestor scanned the battlefield and saw Pei Ziyun standing at the gate of Troy.
"Paris, today I will let you understand the feeling of being shot by an arrow."
Nestor nocked an arrow on the Hercules Bow. With his young body and strong arms, he easily drew the bow. He took careful aim at Pei Zi Yun, who was far away, and loosened his fingers.
Swoosh.
The arrow was like a meteor that streaked across the sky. In an instant, it crossed a long distance and appeared in front of Pei Ziyun.
Clang. Pei Ziyun had long sensed the danger. The moment the arrow was shot, he dodged and blocked the arrow with the spear in his hand.
But just as he blocked the arrow, before he had time to catch his breath, a second arrow shot at him with the speed of lightning. Pei Ziyun dodged, and the arrow missed again.
Then came the third arrow.
"Insignificant skill." Pei Ziyun was a martial arts master and was not afraid of this kind of archery. Just as he was about to dodge again, his body suddenly stiffened and he could no longer move.
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