King of Underworld - Chapter 171



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The Trojan War – (5)

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

What is this?

The author shouting at me was clearly Menelaus, the king of Sparta who had created the Greek coalition.

The woman he is embracing is Helen, who was sent out of Troy after receiving my prophecy.

He aimed his spear at the sky and fired.

Wedge-

A spear thrown by human power can never be shot into the sky.

At some point, the spear will fall back to the ground, I predict… piercing Menelaus and Helen.

Seeing you calling my name and talking about judgment, do you intend to go up to the judgment seat of God together with Helen?

A human who has complicated feelings towards Helen, who betrayed him and left him. He leaves it up to the will of the gods.

Menelaus is not my follower.

He is the king of the military powerhouse Sparta and a believer in the god of war Ares.

In the first place, I am not someone who should interfere in the afterlife. If we really want to be specific, then what Ares says is right…

Because he called my name and entrusted his fate and that of Helen to me.

The spear that falls from the sky is within my influence. I can deflect it, or it can pierce only one of the two.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Without a second thought, I reached out and interfered with the falling window.

* * *

A spear falls from high in the sky and strikes down like light.

The object that will decide their fate falls with a creepy crash…

Whoosh- Phew!

“Whoa!”

Red blood spurted onto the floor. Helene screamed, closing her eyes.

Is God punishing humans?

Menelaus said, touching a stream of blood running down his cheek.

“…Let’s kill Paris and return to Sparta together.”

Only then did Helen notice the blood flowing from Menelaus’ cheek and the spear stuck in the floor.

The red blood that had just spurted out… was caused by the spear passing over his face.

Menelaus whispers in her ear while embracing her tightly as she trembles with fear and guilt.

“If this is the answer of the God of Justice… then perhaps it was not your will that you followed Paris.”

“Sigh… Huh… That’s… Actually, it’s like I’m possessed by something…”

“…I understand, you don’t need to say any more. Let’s stop now. That’s all.”

Oh, fair Pluto.

The next day, Sparta’s best warrior walked toward the Trojan camp, armed only with a spear and shield.

Hector, the commander-in-chief of the Trojan army, waved his hand and temporarily pushed his soldiers back.

“King Menelaus? What can you say…”

At this Menelaus stopped for a moment and cleared his throat.

His sharp spear gleamed in the sunlight, and his cold, sunken eyes were just as sharp as the blade.

“Paris! Come out now! Let’s have a one-on-one duel!”

“…!”

As he shouted at the top of his voice, the approaching Greek army also stopped.

The King of Sparta in a one-on-one duel with Paris, the Prince of Troy?

“If you accept a one-on-one duel! Regardless of the outcome! Our Spartan soldiers will withdraw and no longer attack Troy!”

“Hmm!”

“But if you continue to hide behind the walls and soldiers!”

Menelaus’ last cry sounded like the roar of a lion.

The king of Sparta, whose spirit was no less than that of the heroes of the past, aimed his spear towards the city of Troy.

“I swear on the River Styx! I will use the full might of Sparta to burn Troy to the ground!”

Everyone was stirred by Menelaus’ shout.

As the messenger hurried to the headquarters of the Greek allied forces, Hector, the Trojan commander in chief, put his hand on his forehead.

‘crazy…’

It is true that I swore on the River Styx that I would retreat if we fought one-on-one.

And… if Paris does not respond to the challenge, Troy will be destroyed without fail… the truth.

If you think about the country, it is right to send Paris.

It was a simple matter for the mighty Spartan army to retreat at the cost of a mere one life.

But as a brother who cares for his younger brother…

“Parisuuuu!!! Come out now!!!”

I could never send Paris to a general like that.

Of course, Paris is also a great dancer. He is also a skilled archer, which is acknowledged by everyone.

But… looking at Menelaus’ momentum, it seems like Hector would have a hard time even if he faced him directly.

No matter how much I hate Paris, he’s my brother. I can’t just let him die, right?

After thinking this far, Hector was about to give the order to the Trojan army to attack.

however…

“Brother Hector.”

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“No. Paris! I told you to stay in the castle, so why did you come out here?”

Paris came out armed.

* * *

Paris, well-armed, spoke to Hector.

For some reason, Paris seemed to have squeezed out every bit of courage he had.

I don’t know if he decided it himself or if he received help from someone else.

“older brother.”

“You stupid punk! You’re doing yourself a favor by staying put in the castle! Can’t you get back quickly? From here…”

“Please let me fight Menelaus.”

“This guy still!”

“I am also a prince of Troy. As the one who started the war, I take responsibility.”

Hector looked at Paris with an expression of admiration.

Are you really out of your mind to risk your life by fighting Menelaus yourself?

“Do you really want to die? Menelaus is the greatest warrior in Sparta. You will…”

“The goddess Hera appeared and gave me courage.”

“what?”

“I can defeat Menelaus now. Trust me and let me go.”

The goddess’s protection. If that’s true, then I’m worthy of facing Menelaus.

Hector, sensing a certain amount of spirit from his worthless younger brother, nodded slowly.

“…If you feel dangerous, run away to our side immediately.”

“Don’t worry. It will be Menelaus who runs away.”

After saying that, Hector looks at the back of Paris walking forward.

The Trojan commander’s mind was swirling with worry about his brother.

‘Menelaus is strong. If there is danger, you should run away. Just in case, give the order to prepare to attack… Even if you have the protection of a goddess…”

At that moment, a thought passed through my mind.

‘Wait a minute. Didn’t you say that Paris was blessed by the goddess Hera? Goddess Hera is the goddess who protects families, so how can she be giving her protection to Paris? Did she really support Troy in the first place? Paris destroyed Menelaus’ family, and yet she supports Troy? No… This is a trap! We must stop this fight immediately…!’

“Menelaus! I believe you will keep that promise even if you die!”

“You filthy scum have finally shown your face! Come on, I’ll cut off your head and return to Sparta!”

But the duel has already begun.

* * *

As they entered the duel, Paris raised his spear high and shouted.

“Die, Menelaus!”

A spear flies fiercely with a whooshing sound. His spear, protected by the goddess Hera, flies towards Menelaus’ torso.

However, the opponent is Sparta’s greatest warrior.

Fight!

Menelaus, who had raised his shield to block the spear, drew his sword and trudged toward him.

And then he pulled out his sword from his waist and struck Paris hard. At that moment, the protection of the goddess Hera that had been bestowed upon Paris disappeared.

“Hee. Eek!”

The spirit that had surrounded Paris disappeared in an instant. The courage that had filled his heart was no longer felt.

The blade flying towards my head is getting closer… The knife I was holding in my hand has long since been dropped…

Clang!

Menelaus’ sword shattered on impact with the helmet, and Paris collapsed in shock… but the fight did not end there.

Because the king of Sparta ran quickly and grabbed Paris’ helmet ornament and pulled hard.

“Ugh!”

“Today, I will definitely bring you before Pluto’s judgment seat!”

The helmet straps tightened around Paris’ neck, and King Menelaus used his brute strength to drag Paris single-handedly toward the Greek camp.

If things continue like this, Paris’s head will be cut off by the Greeks who have brought a sword.

At this time, the goddess Aphrodite, who could not stand to see him being dragged away, cut the straps of his helmet and tried to rescue him.

Although he didn’t like it one bit, he couldn’t let the man who gave him the golden apple die like this.

Hot.

“Aphrodite. Don’t save him.”

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If only the black-haired male god hadn’t grabbed Aphrodite’s wrist while she was hiding in the clouds.

Aphrodite’s eyes widened as she noticed the god of the underworld looking down at Paris with a cold expression.

“Ha. Hades? Aren’t you busy with work in the underworld? When will you be here?”

“I took some time to come.”

“I know you support Troy, but if you spare Paris…”

“I support Troy, but I do not support Paris. As a god of the underworld, it is my duty to abstain from shortening a mortal’s life, but that bastard must be taken to the underworld now.”

While Aphrodite was held captive by Hades, Menelaus borrowed a Greek soldier’s sword and cut off Paris’ head.

The head of the Trojan prince fell to the ground with a thud.

Squat-

“Whoaaaa! Paris is dead!”

“King Menelaus has won!”

A man who started a war because he was blinded by women.

Even after death, you won’t be at ease.

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