Myth: I am God!

Chapter 116 Demigod Perseus

When I learned of this news.

The Allied commanders in the central command scoffed, even bursting into laughter in their central tent, laughing so hard they coughed and could barely hold their weapons, uttering a curse-like mockery: "We've never seen eight hundred men defeat ten thousand."

"Even with the addition of Perseus and another golden warrior, he still couldn't defeat us with just eight hundred men."

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"If he can do that, I'll cut off my head and give it to him as a bowl, hahaha..."

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"By Zeus, that's the funniest joke I've heard all year!"

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However, the war commanders soon stopped laughing.

They went to stop Perseus's army of nearly a thousand men.

He easily broke through them all; no one could stop his chariot; arrows shot at him were cut down by his longsword; and soldiers who stood in his way were crushed by his immense strength and spears!

The raging chariots, like an incredibly sharp giant axe, fiercely cleaved into the allied lines!

Perseus roared, bathed in the blood of his enemies, and fought his way through a hail of arrows and blades, until he reached the Mycenaean fortress and routed the enemy.

When all the warhorses of the chariot were exhausted and wounded, they lay on the ground.

Perseus was like a god descended to earth.

Raising the Lion King's battle banner high, they emerged from the blood-soaked, cracked chariots, from the sea of ​​blood, and stood before the eight hundred warriors of Argos.

"Your Highness!"

The officers and warriors wept tears of joy.

The officer lost an arm in the fighting, but he was still able to fight, and the other warriors were also wounded.

But somehow, when they saw the golden lion's head appear before the soldiers...

Their fear and panic completely disappeared.

Instead, there was a pure courage... as if a surge of anger was about to be released, as if the blood was boiling and burning, as if the call of a hero had been heard from the depths of the soul—

They are an army of heroes!

They are God's people!

They are invincible, they are unstoppable!

When Perseus saw the eight hundred warriors of Argos, he also saw the fire in the eyes of these wounded beasts.

Perseus then turned to look at the army outside the fortress.

He gripped his spear and battle banner, a fierce glint in his eyes, and uttered a sentence that left his enemies in disbelief but stirred the blood of Argos: "My warriors!"

"If your blood is still hot, if your hearts still burn with fire!"

"Then...follow me into battle!"

With that, Perseus grabbed his spear and charged towards the allied army, which was already in full battle array.

When Perseus charged out of the fortress, he was followed by eight hundred warriors.

Not a single person was missing.

Eight hundred to ten thousand—that's an incredibly disparate number!

Since the beginning of recorded history, no one has ever taken such a crazy step... Not even the former King of Argos, known for his war and bloodlust, nor even the present-day Spartan Kingdom, have ever employed such insane tactics...

People firmly believed that even if the god of war from Mount Olympus himself were to descend, he would not dare to use such a desperate gamble.

A reckless, high-stakes attack...so much so that, in the distant past, a small number of scholars believe that the god of war in that pseudo-theistic pantheon was a projection of the personality cult of Perseus...

For Perseus, this was a huge gamble.

But once it is achieved, it will be an unprecedented and incredible art of war.

At the same time, it can also set a good precedent for the war in all of Argos.

We must win spectacularly, and win in a way that terrifies the enemy!

Perseus then unleashed all his strength, a power so terrifying that any enemy who touched him would die instantly, and any brush against him would be wounded!

Even a shield made of tin-copper alloy was pierced by Perseus's spear, which also passed through the bodies of his enemies, like slicing through roasted meat. He pierced through several bodies, blood spurting out and internal organs being churned into a pulp.

The eight hundred warriors following behind him, like a sharp sword, with Perseus as the sharp blade, pierced through the allied lines with blood and unimpeded speed.

The inescapable net laid out by hundreds of silver warriors could not stop Perseus in the slightest!

The spear moved with impunity, slicing through flesh, piercing internal organs and bones, and echoing with howls, screams, and terror across the Mycenaean plains.

The line of dozens of golden warriors only took a little longer before Perseus smashed their heads, splattering blood everywhere.

The fighting lasted for almost a day and a night.

Flames, blood, and screams rose and fell throughout the night of carnage;

From the initial proactive encirclement of Perseus by the allied soldiers, to their later passive retreat with shields raised, and finally, when the soldiers saw the blood-soaked crimson demigod, their pupils trembled with fear, and they almost ran away.

The vanguard of the allied forces, totaling nearly ten thousand men, was almost routed by Perseus and his eight hundred warriors.

Perseus alone killed more than two thousand soldiers.

If we include the deserters, missing and wounded soldiers, the entire allied forces lost nearly 60% of their troops overnight. For the long term, they hid and protected the 1000-strong magic legion.

The allied forces then ordered a retreat, withdrawing from this wasteland of blood and fire.

The war commander who swore the oath was unlucky enough to be caught by Perseus during his retreat.

And his end was exactly as he had predicted: his head was severed, rolling across the wilderness, his eyes wide open in death, his body buried by the moon and fire...

Early the next morning.

When 10,000 reinforcements arrived.

They were utterly shocked, and could only see a long trail of blood stretching for tens of kilometers across the Mycenaean wasteland.

It resembled a red carpet paved with blood.

On both sides of the red carpet were countless severed limbs and corpses.

The grass and soil greedily absorbed the blood and pus, appearing exceptionally alluring.

And at the end of that bloodstain.

Eight hundred figures, like statues carved from blood-red jade, rested briefly while leaning on their spears.

And at the very end of that blood-red figure.

A blood-red battle flag fluttered in the morning breeze, planted diagonally in the ground.

And beneath that battle flag.

Sitting in the military camps of Corinth and Athens, a legendary figure whose tales became tales of terror—

Perseus.

From then on, people referred to Perseus not only by titles such as "Great Prince" or "Your Highness".

Based on what they had witnessed that day, the soldiers gave Perseus the nickname "Son of Blood," echoing Isaac's "Son of Fire," much like a couplet or elegy.