Hermes: "He should not be a musician at all. He should be a hero. Look, everyone is firing salutes to celebrate the birth of a king, the arrival of a hero!!"
Athena: "I said I was right..."
At this moment there should have been thunderous applause.
Even the God-King Zeus was struck with admiration and wholehearted agreement.
Obviously, for this Greek world where everyone was an average hero fanatic, no one remembered Night's exceptional musical talent anymore.
All they remembered was the powerful and heroic figure shining in glory at this very moment.
If anything...
Compared to his heroic ability and his strikingly beautiful face, Griffith's musical talent was actually the thing people cared about the least.
Even though his skill in music had already reached a level comparable to Apollo, the god of the arts, the same still held true.
The overall direction of this world determined it.
Compared to a musician, everyone was far more eager for the birth of a great hero.
Of course...the kind of hero referred to here was naturally not the sort of people written as heroes but better read as freeloaders.
And at this moment Night walked back to where he discarded the divine spear and sword and retrieved his weapons, then with a single flick of the spear captured Penthesilea.
This scene made the eyes of many Greek heroes light up.
After all, if the Amazon queen became a prisoner of war, even if it was not they who captured her, if they got on good terms with Griffith, there might be a chance to get close to such a beauty?
This petite and adorable beauty very much matched the taste of many heroes.
Though the heroes were afraid of the terrifying dragon-like power and powerful wild instinct she showed earlier.
But in the end this hero was still just a woman.
As long as she was a woman, there was no possibility she could not be conquered.
Just as no man would ever doubt his own prowess in bed.
If they could not beat this powerful demigod queen on the battlefield, then perhaps on another kind of battlefield there was still a chance.
King Agamemnon was especially excited.
In his view, given Griffith's character, he naturally would have no interest in this sort of female prisoner.
And so in the end it was naturally he, as supreme commander of the allied forces, who had the right to deal with this Amazon queen.
But the very next moment, the heroes saw Griffith scoop up the petite queen in his arms, swing up onto a horse, then ride to the front of the Greek army and shout out loud.
"Troy, protected by the gods!
The queen of the Amazons, daughter of the war god Ares, came to your aid!
Now, is there a brave warrior willing to step forward and take your ally back?!"
When Griffith shouted this, the heroes of the Trojan side all broke into whispers at once.
The soldiers also felt a tremendous sense of humiliation, but if actually asked to step forward, not one of them had the courage to face Griffith, whose momentum was at its peak and who seemed completely different from before.
Though where his full set of armor went was unclear, those glowing warrior markings on his body were no less intimidating than the marks on that bald Cratos.
Never mind the soldiers.
Even the heroes, after watching the battle just now, did not have the courage to face this monster directly.
Protoe, the personal guard of the Amazon queen, was so worked up at this moment that she wanted to charge out and bring her queen back, but was stopped by the Trojans and told there was no need to throw her life away.
Though they feared Griffith's strength and did not dare go forward themselves, they were still willing to stop a potential ally from throwing away their life.
This earned them a furious scolding from Protoe.
A bunch of cowards!
The Greek heroes also grew tense because of Night's move.
This... Griffith was not actually planning to give her back, was he?
But when they quickly saw that the Trojan side made no move at all, they let out a breath of relief and laughed it off, each telling themselves they had been thinking too much.
This was humiliation.
Taking advantage of a great victory to humiliate the Trojans, and not a single person among the Trojans dared to step forward.
Even if someone really was willing to step forward, Griffith never said he would definitely give her back.
And yet at this moment everyone thought wrong.
Night actually was preparing to find an opportunity to safely return Penthesilea.
Not only because she was an indispensable and powerful combat force for the Trojan side, but also to spare this beautifully remarkable woman from being humiliated.
A demigod with valor no less than any man's, the bloodline of Ares should not be defiled by those feeble maggots.
To conquer a free-soaring dragon like her, one needed to win her over through sheer personal strength.
Hector, who read Night's intentions, ordered Paris to go and bring her back.
But the latter refused no matter what was said.
He kept shouting loudly that Griffith would surely seize the opportunity to take his head.
Hector assured him that a man like that would not do such a thing, and would not even stoop to doing such a thing.
But when his older brother pushed him to the point he had no choice, Paris came up with a humiliating idea.
He simply announced loudly to all the gods...
That he surrendered!!
Paris declared that he stepped onto the battlefield at this moment to bring Penthesilea back, not to be enemies with the hero Griffith, and demanded that Griffith not attack him.
Even the rainbow goddess found it too much to watch, and was unwilling to respond to this pathetic coward.
Left with no other option in the end, Paris still came before Night.
Accompanying him was also Protoe.
Until Night tossed Penthesilea over to Protoe, Paris still thought Night was going to raise his spear and shoot him dead, and immediately turned and ran.
This sent the gods and heroes into a roar of laughter.
Hector was furious with disappointment at his brother.
And Protoe gave Night a respectful bow before leaving.
She deeply admired the strength and bearing this man showed on the battlefield.
Only a man like this was a true hero.
She would not hate Night for defeating her queen.
If anything, a hero who defeated their queen through pure and genuine strength deserved the respect of every Amazon.
As devotees of the war god Ares, they only respected the strong.
And Night was without question that strong one.
And so...
Because of Paris's comical display earlier, Troy quickly gave away another round for nothing, leaving only Hector remaining.
The score between the two sides was instantly leveled.
Penthesilea defeated two people, and Night also defeated two people.
Though the comical part was that Paris voluntarily gave away a head and conceded.
This act, roughly equivalent to voluntarily handing over his wife, made everyone look down on him.
Even Helen on the city wall gripped her skirt tightly.
Even though she did not love Paris and only came to Troy because the goddess of love charmed her, when she saw Paris's display of abandoning her like this.
It still left Helen's heart cold.
And Night's current two-win streak against the Amazon queen was the highest record among all those who fought so far.
Which meant that as long as he could win one more time in the next battle, Night would become the final victor and bring this irresistible beauty home with him.
Becoming the object of envy for every man in all of Greece.
A chance to openly make a cuckold of the king of Sparta and obtain the most beautiful woman on earth.
Even someone with no interest in beauty would absolutely not refuse this kind of honor.
Envied and praised by ten thousand people.
That was the highest glory of a warrior.
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(End of the Chapter)