King Of Underworld [EN]: Chapter 172

The King of the Underworld is Tired 173 (172/179)

An Odd Trojan War – (7)

The clash between the Greek army and Troy resumed.

In the middle of the battlefield, Hector, the commander-in-chief of the Trojan army, sensed something was wrong.

“That’s Hector, the commander-in-chief of Troy, the one with the shining helmet!”

“Let’s capture Troy today!!!”

First of all, the morale of the Greek army was abnormally high.

Even if his brother Paris was killed, King Menelaus of Sparta would have returned to his homeland, right?

And…

“Kuaaaak! W. What is that monster!”

“He caught an arrow with his bare hands. I. Is he a god…?”

“He’s not even wearing armor, why can’t we kill him… Keok!”

Achilles, rampaging in the center of the Greek army, was at least within the realm of understanding.

He was just a little better at martial arts than Hector himself.

But the two generals, who appeared to be middle-aged, were a little different.

One was charging, defeating the Trojan army with his bare hands without any armor.

“Keueuk… What is this.”

“Crazy. Isn’t that Pankration [an ancient Greek martial art, a combination of boxing and wrestling]?”

“This is a battlefield! A battlefield! Just one guy with bare hands…”

Puh-uhk. Kwah-deuk.

“Tsk. Don’t stick things like that out, it’s dangerous.”

The Trojan army’s left flank was being pushed back by one man who was punching with his bare hands without any weapons.

The arrows flying at him missed, and spears and swords were either caught or broken. Is that the martial prowess a mortal can show?

However, the situation was not good elsewhere either. The Trojan right flank… was being pushed back by an old general wielding a sword like a ghost.

A hero who crosses the battlefield with only an old, worn-out sword, not a divine weapon like Achilles’ armor.

Swoosh. Seuk-

“Kuaaaak!”

“Can’t even block this? Do these youngsters even train properly? Tch.”

Hector soon realized who they were.

Only heroes from the previous generation, who had surpassed the limits of humans and fought against monsters, could show such martial prowess.

Look closely, the prominent generals of Troy are dying like flies.

“Is that Penthesilea, the daughter of the god Ares and the queen of the Amazons?”

“Keueuk…”

“I have received grace from the god of war, so I will not take your life.”

Bbahk!

Even if he, the best general in Troy, steps up himself…

He cannot stop those heroes who have become monsters themselves to catch monsters.

Both the left and right flanks. Collapsed by the heroes. Even in the center, Achilles is rampaging.

Hector gritted his teeth and shouted loudly.

“All troops! Retreat! Do not fight them, retreat into the city of Troy!”

In an all-out war, they cannot stop the Greek army that includes them.

* * *

Nestor, who went to the battlefield at the request of Agamemnon, the commander-in-chief of the Greek allied forces.

He was wielding his sword roughly with a bored expression.

Nestor was in the mid-tier among the heroes who participated in the Argonaut Expedition [a mythical quest for the Golden Fleece].

Moreover, he was old and his skills had deteriorated. He didn’t raise his fighting spirit like when fighting mythical monsters, nor did he show his momentum to overwhelm.

The armor and sword he wore casually were old items he had been using since entering the underworld training camp, and he himself had no motivation.

Seuga-ga-gak-

“Heok… Heo-heok. Euh-euh.”

“I couldn’t see the sword being swung. Is it the power of God?”

“What kind of blessing did he receive that makes all attacks miss?”

Nevertheless, none of the Trojan generals could withstand his single strike.

Of course, all sorts of interference came in to stop Nestor from breaking through the battlefield, such as those blessed by God shooting arrows and fog obscuring his vision…

Hwee-woo-woong- Sseuk.

‘Is this power from Lord Ares [the Greek god of war]? Tch. Still, there is a connection in the underworld, so he is not helping me.’

It was of no use to him.

The hero who had fought against the Gigas [giants in Greek mythology], who were comparable to gods, and survived the dragon that burned Colchis, easily overcame the divine interference.

Of course, it would be a little different if they were to inflict divine punishment to kill him outright. But there was no face, justification, or awareness to do so in a mere human battlefield.

“All troops! Retreat! Do not fight them, retreat into the city of Troy!”

“Wow! The Trojans are running away into the city!”

“Let’s capture the castle as it is. Bring the ladders.”

“We have heroes with us! Everyone charge! Attack the rear of the Trojan army!”

The Trojan army retreated from the battlefield with Hector’s retreat order. The Greek army began to pursue them.

Nestor shook his head as he watched the allied forces chasing the soldiers who were rushing into the castle and stabbing them with spears.

“Nestor. Do you see that?”

A man approached him and spoke. Polideukes, with both fists covered in red blood.

The master of Pankration, who in the past had only played the role of confusing the gaze of the dragon of Colchis because his fists did not work… It seems that his martial prowess was properly demonstrated on the battlefield of humans.

Like Nestor, there was not a single wound on his body.

It was clear that he had broken through by defeating the enemies in front of him with overwhelming power.

“Troy Castle? Of course, I can see it well.”

“I heard that it was a castle built together by the gods Apollo and Poseidon. We won’t be able to break down the walls even if we step up ourselves.”

“Heo… The gods themselves?”

The Greek allied forces, who had reached near the castle, prepared ladders and began to climb the walls one by one.

A full-scale siege began. Of course, not a single soldier was able to get over the walls due to the Trojan army resisting from the walls, but if they intervened…

“Then should we climb the ladder? How much do we have to do? Tch.”

“Still, let’s capture the castle because we promised Agamemnon. If we are too much, wouldn’t the gods stop us?”

“Well. That’s right.”

They looked at each other and nodded, then soon climbed onto the ladder and began to climb the wall.

As soon as those who had shown off their martial prowess until just now climbed the ladder, the Trojan soldiers were horrified.

“H. Hiik. Those guys!”

“Pour as much hot water as you can! Archers! Arrows…”

“Throw stones down!”

-Chwaaaaaak!

“Kuaaaak!”

“H. Hot! Aaaagh!”

When the Trojan army poured hot boiling water, many Greek soldiers climbing the walls screamed and fell down.

Of course, it was no hindrance to the heroes who had endured the dragon’s flames. Just as Polideukes was about to climb onto the wall first, a Trojan soldier appeared from above.

Eyes with a slight annoyance coldly looked down at them.

But the soldier did not try to stab the spear in his hand, nor did he resist them from climbing the wall.

He just muttered a word as if complaining.

“Go down again.”

“…?”

What, who is this guy?

* * *

Polideukes threw a punch to defeat the Trojan soldier in front of him.

The fist of the greatest Pankration master in Greece flew towards the soldier’s face with a chilling sonic boom…

Tuh-uhk.

“What!”

It was caught so easily.

Only then could Polideukes see the soldier’s eyes.

Instead of the eyes that humans should have, only pitch-black darkness was swirling.

An overwhelming presence that cannot be compared to mortals. High divinity. A god who has temporarily descended upon a human. And this cold and fearful energy is…

The power of the underworld that he had always felt in that terrible hero training camp.

According to Chiron’s explanation, the goddess of spring neutralized the power of the underworld, but during training, they always had to suffer from primal fear.

No matter how much the energy of the goddess of spring was mixed in that canyon, it was the underworld. Because it is the final destination of all mortals.

Then, the identity of the god in front of him is perhaps.

“How dare you throw a fist at me?”

“Are you… Lord Pluto…?!”

“That’s right. Son of Zeus. And was that Nestor coming up from right below? Anyway, listen carefully, both of you.”

“Yes. Yes! Speak!”

Nestor and Polideukes nodded their heads diligently with bewildered faces.

No, why are the three main gods here? And they came out on Troy’s side?

Why is the god of the underworld, not any other god, descending on this battlefield of the living?

Is he going to drag all the mortals he doesn’t like in this war to the underworld?

Did we do something wrong? Even if the Trojans worship Pluto, he wouldn’t descend directly…

“I brought you to the underworld and trained you to give you the power to fight monsters, but you wield that power against the same humans?”

“That. That is war…”

“Do you know if I attached Chiron to you to massacre the same humans? Are you going to go mad with achievement and commit a massacre?”

“Ah. No! How could we…!”

In front of the god of the underworld, who seemed very displeased, the veteran heroes had no choice but to fidget.

Whether the soldiers at the bottom of the ladder were wondering or the Trojan army, who sensed something strange, were approaching this way… they could only see the god of the underworld in their eyes.

The god, who frowned for a moment and looked down at them, pointed to the bottom with his finger.

“Go down right now. If you withdraw from the war even now, I will consider your circumstances to some extent.”

“H. Haha… Of course! Let’s go down quickly! Nestor!”

“Ahem! It was an honor to meet you in person. Lord Pluto!”

Swoosh-

They let go of the ladder and jumped down as they were to faithfully carry out the god’s orders.