Although Idomeneus knit his brows and wanted to add something more, he abruptly ground to a halt as a terrifying sensation of absolute dread washed over his soul, as he witnessed the handsome youth, whose silver hair fluttered wildly in the wind, look up toward the position of the sun.
Bathing in the sunlight, his blood-drenched frame radiated a striking charisma that perfectly combined the demonic and the divine.
That single moment left Idomeneus and the others staring in complete awe despite being men themselves.
In the next instant, boom!
The Sun Spear was violently driven into the earth beside him.
"My name is Griffith! I am a dependent of the Goddess of the Hunt, a descendant of Kratos the Dragon Slayer! Blessed by the grace of Athena, and bound by a covenant with the Sun God Helios, I am a man who has sworn to display my courage until the very end of the heroic path!
If you possess the capability, then come forward and attempt to become the spear of light that pierces through my torso. However, the dependents of the sea god Poseidon..." Night tilted his chin slightly, his eyes cold and detached as he locked his gaze onto the two men.
That level gaze carried an overwhelming effect of looking down upon them, projecting a crushing pressure that caused a visible yet invisible aura of crimson mixed with deep azure magic to radiate from his body.
"Your god is not present here, and without a god on the scene to shield you, you remain nothing more than mortals, no matter how profound the reinforcement of power you have received." Night drew his weapon and delivered a violent downward strike directly toward Idomeneus, the tip of the spear pointing straight at his opponent.
"I will absolutely never feel fear, even if my adversary is a son of a god.
It matters not whether it is a storm capable of tearing the sky and the earth apart, an attack that splits the oceans, or a force powerful enough to annihilate entire armies. I shall crush them all!"
To show absolutely no fear even when facing a son of a god as an adversary?
To remain entirely undaunted even by a storm that tears the sky and the earth apart?
To care nothing for a force that splits the oceans and annihilates armies?
In a single instant, the hearts of Idomeneus and Philoctetes shook violently.
Was he truly this confident?
Could he truly possess the confidence to match forces that felt like natural catastrophes, things that left ordinary humans trembling and entirely incapable of resisting?
The mere thought of facing a human catastrophe capable of rivalling storms, oceans, and army annihilation left the two heroes feeling a heavy surge of pressure despite just receiving the divine reinforcement of the Sea God.
Furthermore, Night's attitude made it crystal clear that surrender was an absolute impossibility.
Perched atop his head, the owl Athena silently praised him in her heart,
'Go, Griffith! Fight to your heart's content! Even if a god truly descends in person, they will be entirely unable to block you.
As long as you do not lose your courage, I swear by the name of the Goddess of Wisdom and War that I shall protect you always, ensuring you remain forever victorious!'
Idomeneus slowly closed his eyes. "Is that so?"
Further words were completely useless.
In the next instant, Idomeneus snapped his eyes open, revealing a savage glare like a lion or a tiger as he locked his sight onto Night.
This was perfect!
It left one's heart pounding and blood boiling with excitement.
As a top-tier hero, he had wanted to fight a warrior of this caliber, alongside the likes of Griffith, Achilles, and Hector, for a long time.
With the reinforcement of divine power, if he were to back down before the battle even began, the very glory of a warrior would weep for him!
Boom!
Idomeneus charged forward, fully resolved to claim that extraordinary long spear in Night's hands as the twenty-first decorative trophy spear inside his war tent.
Bang!
Facing the rapidly approaching Idomeneus, the latter pulled out the divine spear and delivered a brutal sweeping strike the exact instant the man closed the distance.
The moment their weapons collided in a short clash, Idomeneus was nearly smashed directly into the earth.
What incredible raw strength!
Struck with shock, Idomeneus didn't halt his movements, and the two immediately unleashed a blur of overlapping spear shadows that clashed continuously.
Suddenly, the solar flame radiating from the Sun Spear expanded outward like a wall of repelling fire, knocking Idomeneus's weapon aside while a terrifying solar fire attempted to scale his armor and incinerate him to ashes.
The conceptual attack of a solar flame, a divine fire, was immensely frightening, acting as a force that brought certain death to any ordinary mortal who touched it.
If his body lacked a thread of divinity or the protection of divine power, his end would have been identical to Lesser Ajax, vaporized the very instant they crossed blades.
Fortunately, under the protection of Poseidon's divine power, a deep azure oceanic barrier enveloped Idomeneus like a film of bubbles, shielding him from harm.
Taking advantage of the shield, Idomeneus leaped away.
Yet just as Night prepared to pursue him, a flashing arrow streaked in from a distance.
A sharp sense of crisis flared in his heart, prompting him to tilt his head as a stream of light grazed past his ear, hurtling straight toward the distant horizon.
Boom!
A massive explosion echoed from behind him.
Philoctetes was already a master marksman wielding a divine bow, and after receiving the reinforcement of Poseidon's divine power, although he couldn't replicate the feat of those high gods specialized in archery who could take out an entire continental plate with a single arrow, this level of power remained thoroughly terrifying to the vast majority of humans and heroes.
Before Night could even react, three more arrows shot forward simultaneously, letting out a deafening roar as they tore through the atmosphere.
At the exact same time, Idomeneus closed the distance once more, pressing the offensive.
"If I were entirely on my own, I might truly be unable to take you down, Griffith!
But facing the combined assault of myself and Philoctetes, even you will..."
Bang!
Night batted the three arrows aside, causing them to detonate into miniature mushroom clouds behind him.
Facing Idomeneus who had surged forward, he seized the opportunity presented by the man leaving his guard wide open, closing the distance instantly.
Then, he suddenly reached behind his back and violently drew a spear of solid ice straight out of thin air.
Bang!
Boom!
A raging, catastrophic strike of pure moonlight blasted outward, sending Idomeneus flying through the air.
At this moment, both the airborne Idomeneus and the distant Philoctetes stood completely frozen.
According to their intelligence, Griffith had obtained a new weapon that resembled a solar spear, which they had already witnessed.
However, the intelligence reports never mentioned that Griffith possessed a second divine artifact!
And as they witnessed that icy spear, which released a terrifying lunar brilliance that wasn't inferior to the Sun Spear in the slightest, they could clearly feel the frightening divine power radiating from the weapon under the influence of
Poseidon's energy, recognizing it as a divine artifact whose quality stood perfectly on par with the Sun Spear.
In a single instant, both heroes gasped internally in absolute shock.
Immediately after, they witnessed Night grip both long spears simultaneously, settling into a low, menacing stance.
"You... a dual-wielding lancer?!"
Beholding the visual of a weapon of blazing flame in his left hand and a weapon of freezing frost in his right, a sudden boom echoed as the terrifying solar fire and pure moonlight materialized into solid forms, wrapping entirely around the two weapons.
At this exact moment,
Night looked exactly like a close-quarters high boss from a certain souls game world, descending upon the scene with a suffocating, terrifying level of pressure.
A second weapon!
And it was another divine artifact!
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(End of the Chapter)