He did not even possess a decent divine artifact.
He merely inherited a portion of divine blood, perhaps stemming from his father Poseidon's power.
Yet that alone allowed him to ignore the vast majority of Achilles's offensive maneuvers.
This verified what Night had previously surmised: those powerful heavenly gods were born with extraordinary bodies, entirely lacking the need for celestial fire or the River Styx to strengthen their physical durability.
In all likelihood, every deity possessed both an invulnerable body and a body of steel.
The unfortunate part was that Cycnus was too arrogant and careless.
He stood in place, allowing Achilles to attack, purely to show off his own elegance in controlling the battlefield, just as Ares did.
If he had to learn from someone, why choose Ares?
This serves as another point of criticism for him.
It was precisely because of his arrogance that the Greeks even took revenge after his death, ransacking his kingdom and stealing his young son.
Originally, he might have been able to make a name for himself on the battlefield just like Achilles and Hector.
But due to his own arrogance, he died even younger than Achilles, losing his life without accomplishing a single noteworthy feat, completely wasting his powerful talent.
And speaking of talent, while a steel body is impervious to blades, it is not a true immortal body.
It can withstand the attacks of any sharp weapon in the world, yet it cannot withstand blunt force.
Thinking of how Achilles died after his heel was pierced, it was clear that heroes like Achilles or Cycnus all shared a fatal weakness.
Although their skin was hard as iron, their internal organs remained fragile.
To tell a joke, an invincible body could be strangled to death through suffocation.
In short, regarding actual combat strength, it can be seen from the myths that the comparison of power levels between heroes is not absolute.
Relatively speaking, they pay more attention to compatibility, which is to say that specific attributes defeat everything else.
Once countered by an opposing hero, even someone as strong as Achilles would become a powerless weakling, capable only of raging in incompetence.
The reason Achilles and Hector were able to become the strongest was that compared to other heroes, they basically had no shortcomings.
Their comprehensiveness allowed them to face most heroes, switch combat stances freely, and secure victory.
Night was also this type of comprehensive hero, commonly known as a hexagonal warrior, with no weak points.
Hm... if he were to fight Cycnus, using his fists to smash him might be more effective.
If Achilles's strength could do it, there was no reason he, with even greater wrist strength, could not.
Just aim for the temple, and if he knocks him out, he does not even need to strangle him; just toss him into the water, and would that let him suffocate to death?
If the son of the Sea God could truly die that way, it would certainly be an ironic and amusing scene.
At this moment, completely unaware that his escort target, Griffith, had already awakened, the hero Cycnus suddenly shuddered, sensing a deep sense of malice.
After the carriage traveled for another distance, it finally arrived before a city.
This small, humble city was clearly not Troy, which possessed great walls that even gods found difficult to cross.
"We have arrived... go and ask the princesses to step out of the carriage," Cycnus ordered his subordinates.
At this time, he still had not realized that Griffith had awakened.
However, since they had arrived here, the subsequent matters were no longer his concern.
Inside the carriage, Night was stroking a bow with an archaic, primitive design, along with arrows featuring dark red arrowheads that looked like dried blood stains.
These were the items Philoctetes had left for him before departing, suspected to be the military gear used by Heracles during his lifetime.
According to the descriptions in the myths:
After Heracles completed his many heroic feats, the gods had collectively gifted him a wave of presents.
Hermes sent him a sword, Apollo sent him a bow, Hephaestus sent him a golden quiver, and Athena sent him a brand new bronze shield.
The arrows Night was currently holding had been taken from that golden quiver.
Therefore, this should indeed be the divine bow that Apollo had gifted Heracles.
In a neighboring universe, Kratos had also obtained this bow by some coincidence, or rather, many of Kratos's heroic trials overlapped with Heracles's script.
Had he truly inherited his grandfather's legacy?
Night thought,
Shooting the Hundred Heads?
If this weapon truly was the divine artifact from Heracles's legendary feats and illustrious achievements, then the lethality of this bow and arrow set was no simple matter.
Heracles had used it to shoot the Hydra, which was the child of Typhon, the King of Greek Monsters, and Echidna, the Mother of All Monsters.
If Typhon were the god equivalent to Zeus among monsters, then the Hydra was equivalent to one of the Twelve Olympians.
Although there was some exaggeration in that comparison, even if this item had not directly shot down one of the Twelve Olympians, its power would certainly be at the top tier among all bow-related divine artifacts.
This truly was a gift without a single flaw.
It was enough to make one unable to restrain the urge to use the blood of a deity to sharpen its edge for the first time in an age.
However, although Night had learned archery, he had only learned some basic techniques from Hector and was far from being an excellent shooter.
For him, who aspired to be a comprehensive warrior without blind spots, he intended to find an expert archer to learn the art of the bow whenever he had the opportunity.
After all, he was not an Archer like Gilgamesh, who could directly open the Gate of Babylon and launch weapons through the air to reach his targets.
When he sensed the carriage come to a stop.
'Have we arrived?'
Before the order-giving soldiers could approach, Night stood up slowly.
The two sisters had already finished dressing themselves.
Seeing this, he did not hesitate, slinging the divine bow onto his back as he stepped out of the carriage.
!!!
Upon seeing that face, which was unmistakably handsome, and merely understanding who the person before them was, the surrounding soldiers instantly grew nervous the moment they saw him wake up and exit the carriage, displaying a posture as if they had just encountered a flood or a wild beast.
Night's sturdy frame, even just standing there and striking a random pose, possessed more than enough intimidation to affect these ordinary mortals.
"... Griffith, Lord Griffith!"
The hero Griffith, who had defeated the War God and the Sea God, had awakened.
However, to Night's surprise, something unexpected happened.
The battle he anticipated did not occur.
Instead, the soldiers all knelt in unison and suddenly bowed to him.
"Greetings to the great and valiant hero Griffith, who crushed the War God Ares!"
"It is truly wonderful to see that you have awakened safely."
"Goddess Athena is waiting for you in the temple ahead.
The subsequent matters will be handled by your old acquaintance."
Hero Cycnus rode his horse up to Night, bowed respectfully to demonstrate his reverence for the man's power and valor, and then pointed him toward the direction he needed to move forward.
Upon seeing Cycnus's respect, which did not appear to be feigned, and his attitude of zero hostility, the latter felt slightly surprised in his heart.
It appeared he was not here because of his father Poseidon's defeat on the battlefield.
However, he only mentioned his battle record of defeating Ares, never touching upon the equally miserable performance of Poseidon, which was likely the last shred of dignity he could maintain.
Although...Night had no desire to kick someone when they were down or emphasize the outcome of god-slaying.
But hearing his words, he couldn't help but knit his brows slightly...
After all, he had no idea what this guy was talking about, especially when he mentioned—Athena?!