King of Underworld - Chapter 170



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The Trojan War – (4)

The two armies clash with shouts echoing from all directions.

A horrific battlefield where murderous spears are swung and arrows are shot, piercing the flesh of the enemy.

The sound of skin tearing, the bloody sound of metal clashing, and the pungent scent of blood.

Whaaaaa- Phew. Phew! Kaaaaang!

“Die! Die. Die!”

“Let us clearly demonstrate the bravery of the Spartan army!”

“Zeus, lord of the sky! Watch over me!”

“The god Ares is watching!”

Soldiers swing their weapons at each other while shouting the name of their respective gods.

In this fierce battlefield, those who stood out were those who had reached the level of heroes.

WHEEK – PHUUK. Whew!

“They say the Trojan army is strong. But this is nothing special!”

“Don’t let your guard down, Achilles! Even you must be careful!”

“Hahaha! Patroklos! You watch out!”

Achilles, who is considered to have the best dancing skills among the heroes of the younger generation,

Patroclus, who, although not as powerful, possesses great prowess.

“Commander… I need to catch the commander. I can’t see him very well.”

“Hey. How about aiming for that rampaging bastard! Lady Penthesilea!”

Penthesilea, queen of the Amazons and on the side of Troy.

“Hector! Come fight with me!”

“The sea I desire, Ajax!”

Hector, the greatest hero of Troy recognized by all, Ajax, the prince of Salamis and a mighty man, etc.

Numerous heroes show off their prowess and slaughter soldiers.

Those who have reached the level of heroes cannot be stopped by any number of troops.

Even if they are not heroes of the previous generation who grew up beating up monsters.

“Ugh. Euaaaah!”

“A monster. A monster!”

Soldiers from each camp fall, spewing blood.

However, the battle situation did not lean towards one camp and appeared to be almost equal.

Although the overall skill of the heroes was superior on the Greek side… due to the frequent intervention of the Olympian gods, Hector’s mercenary skills, and the Trojan soldiers’ morale being boosted by the temple of Hades being built in the city.

Clouds and fog rise here and there, and seemingly coincidental interventions by the gods shake up the battle situation.

“Aeneas! Turn around and strike at their flank! Penthesilea! Leave Ajax alone for a moment!”

“Understood, Hector! Allies, follow me!”

“Leave it to me, Amazon warriors! Let us show our strength!”

“There. The one with the shining helmet is Hector, you said.”

“If we can just take that guy down, the war will be over. Should we give it a try?”

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“That man shooting arrows on the hill is the Trojan general, Pandarus! Shield raised…!”

“Our Troy is protected by the sun god and the king of the underworld!”

“Oh, god Ares! I offer you this glory!”

“Pluto, god of justice and mercy, is on the side of Troy. Charge!!”

As the number of soldiers lying dying on the ground increases, several clones of Thanatos, invisible to mortal eyes, appear and guide the dead.

Above the clouds, the two gods of war blessed and encouraged the armies they supported.

“Damn, why is the sun only shining in our direction? It’s so hot in my eyes…”

“That’s why the Trojans believe in the god Apollo!”

“Ugh… This guy. I’m sure my spear must have landed first…”

“Oh my. Thank you! Goddess Athena!”

Shouts and screams, mortal blood sprinkled on Demeter’s land, the sound of chariots racing along at a terrifying pace…

Apollo, who was watching all this, turned his gaze to Achilles.

A prophecy that he would become greater than his father Peleus.

The fastest moving unit in the Greek army.

Hephaestus’ armor given to him by his mother, the goddess Thetis.

Achilles’ performance, wearing light armor and moving quickly, was the best in the Greek army.

No one could stop him as he ran wild in the center of the battlefield.

‘The Trojans are at a slight disadvantage because of Achilles. Is that the armor of Hephaestus on his body and the protection of Athena on the tip of his spear?’

The sun god disappeared and went down to Pandarus, the best archer in Troy.

“Pandarus. I am Apollo. Do not turn away and listen to me.”

“…!”

“Over there. Do you see a general running through the battlefield?”

“Yes. Achilles, right? But because of that armor…”

“Kill him. I will help you find the chinks in his armor with your arrows.”

“…All right!”

A small light formed on Pandarus’ arrow and it was shot at Achilles, who was galloping in his chariot.

At this very moment, the arrowhead, sharper than ever, flies fiercely.

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Ssaeaeaeak- Teeing!

“Hmm!”

The arrow that flew at Achilles pierced the head of the horse he was riding, grazed his armor, and fell to the ground.

Because the goddess Athena, who had been watching him, struck the arrow with her hand. However, Achilles’ momentum, which had been storming the battlefield, also diminished.

“Achilles.”

“Ah… Goddess Tena?”

“The gods are after you. Be careful, Achilles.”

After expressing his gratitude to the goddess, Achilles steps back for a moment to get things ready, and the goddess Athena disappears again to help the Greek generals.

This is a battlefield that can no longer be called a war between humans. The fierce battle between the gods affects the morale of the soldiers…

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Of course, all of this was being watched from the underworld ruled by Hades.

A war broke out in this world.

Then what about the afterlife where the souls of those who died in the war go? Of course, things will go wrong.

The waves of the dead pouring in from the five rivers of the underworld fill the courtroom, and the heads of the three Minos brothers who pass judgment turn without rest.

“They say a great war broke out in this world. That is indeed so.”

“You said the Greek allies and Troy? Wait, we have to send those souls here!”

“Lord Hades. The souls that have come this time have evil karma…”

Hmm. As expected, you’re busy.

The number of dead dressed as soldiers increases dramatically due to the war between Troy and the Allied Forces.

As the three Minos brothers struggle every day, and Thanatos’ face gradually becomes covered in dark clouds…

“Hades, God of the Underworld! Judge of mortals! Judge for yourself!!!”

There was someone who prayed to me, talking about the afterlife, not Pluto.

And that too with a very earnest cry.

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After several clashes between the Trojan and Greek allies.

In the Greek camp, all kinds of wounded people were lying on the ground, crying out in pain.

“Ugh… ugh… Mother.”

“The god Thanatos… appears before my eyes.”

“I’m dying in this faraway foreign land, so please put a coin and a mint in my mouth…”

Those who had their arms cut off, their stomachs pierced by spears. Those who were hit by oncoming chariots.

Those who died from the power of the gods who intervened in the war. Many lives were lost without receiving proper treatment.

Amidst the screams that were erupting from all directions, King Menelaus, who had gathered the Greek allied forces, was walking along in anger.

His footsteps crossed the Spartan camp… towards his own barracks.

Hwaak-

“…ah.”

As he violently lifted the curtain, Helen, lying unconscious inside the tent, was seen.

The two people whose eyes met for a moment.

A muscular body covered in blood and wounds, the pungent smell of blood stinging the nose.

Helen, the queen of Sparta, sees him and sheds tears.

“Ugh…”

“Why are you crying?”

“…that is…”

Menelaus looked at her for a moment, then smiled and sat down.

“Because I thought I killed Paris, that bastard? Or because I didn’t die?”

“That’s… not it.”

“Didn’t you leave for Troy because you fell in love with that bastard Paris? Now you’re saying you miss me?”

When Menelaus questioned her, Helen burst into tears and hung her head.

From her beauty comparable to that of a goddess, tears like dew gradually flow down to the floor.

“The screams of our Spartan army outside could be heard all the way here.”

“……”

“It was all a sacrifice you made because you abandoned me and ran away to Troy. You too will have to pay the full price for that.”

There was no longer any sound of breathing inside the barracks.

But outside, the noise was still loud. It was time to regroup for another advance on Troy.

“I will kill all the living in Troy and behead Paris. And then…”

“…Please don’t do that.”

“what?”

“It’s all my… my fault. Because of me, the Spartans… it’s all my fault, so kill me.”

Ha! A heavy breath and a sigh escaped Menelaus’ mouth.

A sense of responsibility as a king ruling a country, hatred for Paris, and resentment toward the gods.

The feelings of anger and affection for Helen who betrayed and left him, the screams of Spartan soldiers dying outside, crying out to their gods…

The hero’s momentum, which had just slaughtered countless Trojan troops, suddenly subsided.

He hated Helen for leaving with Paris, but when he saw her face like this, he felt his heart weaken.

Did Helen feel guilty about the deaths of the Spartan soldiers? Was she the cause of all this tragedy?

When will you betray yourself and leave… now? Ha. Hahaha… Hahaha!

Hwaak-

King Menelaus, who was looking up at the ceiling and laughing hollowly, dragged Helen out of the tent.

He picked up the spear lying next to him and aimed it at the sky.

Swaaaah- gurgling!

At that moment, the sky was pouring down rain as if a hole had been ripped through it, and thunder and lightning could be heard intermittently.

It’s just right. It’s the kind of weather that makes the gods angry. Can’t his voice be conveyed well to the gods?

Hug.

Menelaus embraced Helen with calm eyes.

But he seemed to be prepared for something, full of sadness and determination.

“I leave the judgment to God. Of course, I will also stand on that stool, impartially.”

“Ah. Ahh…”

“Goddess of Justice Dike… No. Goddess of Fairness Flu…”

Menelaus’s words, which were about to shout to the heavens, pause for a moment and then continue.

“Hades, God of the Underworld! Judge of mortals! Judge for yourself!!!”

His screams echoed everywhere.

Menelaus lifted his spear arm and aimed it at the sky.

The goal is… to make the spear fall back into this spot! So that it can pierce both him and Helen at the same time!

Wheeeeeeeek-!

The greatest warrior in Sparta knew the moment he threw his spear.

The place where this window will fall will be on Helen and her head.

Hug.

He closed his eyes and hugged Helen tightly.

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