Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 854 - 335: Seeing Destiny_2

Chapter 854 -335: Seeing Destiny_2

He had no time to say anything else; he casually ordered his deputy to stabilize the situation while he headed toward the army on the other side.

The royalty of the Trojans, only by capturing them,

could he mitigate some of his culpability.

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Tat tat…

“—Pfft!”

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The sound of wind whooshed past his ear, his spear casually flicking aside the obstructive foot soldiers.

The strength of thousands was unified, making Hector unstoppable at this moment.

For mortals, a cavalry charge was often intermittent.

This was not only to build momentum but also because they often exhausted a prepared lance in one attack.

After all, in a real charge, the tremendous impact was enough to tear a knight’s arm, so they used fragile, easily broken spear shafts to solve this problem.

However, this was only the reasoning of mortals; in the mythological era, nothing in the mortal realm could stop these knights.

Boom—!

A loud, intense boom, not a physical collision, yet it stirred the soul.

Focused vigor, with Hector as its blade edge, sliced through as smoothly as a hot knife through butter.

It was nearly instantaneous; hastily assembled defensive lines simply collapsed with a boom.

“Kill!”

With succinct words, Hector continued forward.

Three formidable warriors tried to slow his pace, but in this moment, none could match him.

His spear pierced directly into the central army, tearing almost half of the right flank of the Alliance apart in a brief period.

And it was not until this moment that Hector finally encountered an enemy worth his attention.

Patroclos, a prince from a minor nation, his country not even as well-known as he.

At this moment, this foreign hero stood before him, seemingly rebuking him for his treachery.

However, Hector simply sped up again, aiming directly at this obstacle impeding his progress.

Buzz—!

Hiss—!

The spear sang, as if to mourn the enemy’s death.

Under normal circumstances, if facing the enemy in front of the battle lines, even if victorious, Hector might have had to fight for a while.

But at this moment, when the sharpness of thousands of knights was concentrated in him, a swift, decisive thrust ended a hero of the nations.

“Stop!”

A loud shout, and another figure leapt out from the ranks.

Hector swung his spear, but this time, with his momentum dulled, he couldn’t kill the opponent again.

Clang—!

A brief clash, and the newcomer was finally repelled.

Sitting on his warhorse, which had finally been forced to a stop, Hector loudly asked,

“Who are you, and what is your name? In my memory, the Alliance does not have a warrior like you!”

“I am Prince Aias of Akaya from Salamis!”

He answered loudly, the young hero drawing his sword and advancing.

“You do not know me simply because I have not yet accomplished a great deed, but that will change after today.”

“Today, I will defeat you here, and henceforth, my name will be celebrated among the nations.”

Aias and Hector, who should have met outside Troy City after some time, accidentally encountered each other here as heroes who should have admired each other.

And even though the camps rotated initially, in this moment, they finally confronted each other with weapons drawn.

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Rustle rustle…

Steep mountains, endlessly connected.

In front of the fortress in the Aigaleo Mountains, the bloody battle showed no sign of abating.

But a few dozen miles away from the battlefield, in a mountain gorge, it was as peaceful as ever.

The battle in the mountains didn’t affect this place; the fountain’s water flowed ceaselessly.

In such a tranquil environment, Laine was making his way uphill along a trail trodden by animals.

The mountain was steep and uninhabited, filled with all sorts of dangers.

However, by coincidence, Laine hadn’t encountered any fierce beasts or demonic monsters on his journey.

It was as if they were no longer here, or had left for some reason.

But Laine didn’t mind; he simply kept climbing, following the path.

As time ticked away and the sun began to set, the woods started to thin.

He could vaguely see an open space and a pond up ahead.

At that moment, Laine slowed his pace as if he was waiting for something.

“Ahem…”

“Excuse me, young man, please wait a moment.”

Soon after, an elderly voice suddenly rang out from the woods.

Turning around, under Laine’s gaze, an ugly-faced old woman was climbing the mountain, step by step, with the aid of a cane.

It was she who had spoken, and noticing Laine’s awareness of her, she unconsciously quickened her pace.

At that moment, a smile appeared on Laine’s lips.

Crack…

Thud—

“Ouch…”

It seemed she had stepped on a piece of broken stone, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

Not getting up immediately, she instinctively paused for a moment.

The old woman had never expected to trip and fall.

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Though her body was frail, such a low probability event should not have happened to her… Struggling to stand, the old woman was about to say something.

However, when she looked up again, all she saw was Laine watching her as if watching a play.

“…”

Silence for a moment, her anger surged inwardly, yet she suppressed it.

The old woman forced a smile as if nothing had happened.

Good… very good.

She had intended to use beasts, but since she had encountered a human, it was naturally better to use a human.

She had planned to reward this fortunate mortal later, but unexpectedly, he dared to demean her dignity.

Although he was unaware of her true identity, his actions had already sealed his fate.

Putting aside her annoyance for the moment, the old woman ‘smiled’ and asked, “Young man, what brings you here?”

“Waiting for someone.”

His reply was brief and to the point, Laine no longer looked at her but turned to admire the clouds in the sky.

“…waiting is good, I’m also waiting for someone.”

Pausing after each word, as if unfazed by the coldness, the old woman continued, “Young man, may I know how to address you?”

“…”

An eye twitch twitched, she couldn’t believe she’d meet such a person on her rare descent from the mountain, if it weren’t for some matters regarding the water, she wouldn’t have tolerated him till now… She took a mental note after a brief contemplation.

“Ahem… it’s indeed rude of me, but young man, why keep people at arm’s length?”

“I am Atropos, a seamstress who has been cutting cloth all her life. I have two sisters at home; one draws threads and the other weaves… Speaking of which, what do you do, young man?”

“Atropos?”

Turning his head back to face the old woman’s expectant look, Laine pondered for a moment, then replied evenly, “That’s quite ordinary; otherwise, I wouldn’t have never heard of it.”

“As for me…”

“I’m a bit better, just a busy, ordinary artisan.”

“I have a few servants at home, some responsible for lighting, some for planting flowers.”

He didn’t hide anything but spoke the truth.

After all, there’s nothing that cannot be spoken to others… Besides, the answer itself was not problematic.

A seamstress who cuts cloth can also dually handle cutting destinies; a sister who draws threads can decide the length of the life of worldly things.

Then an ordinary artisan casually crafting the order of the world, and a servant of light illuminating the brightness of a realm.

Compared to this, there isn’t much difference.