As Achilles, the great hero of Greek mythology, the son of a god, and also a warrior who occupied a significant amount of description in the Trojan War, the treasures he held were by no means few. Whether it was the armor on his body, his chariot, his warhorses, or the spear and shield in his hands, they were all rare, top-tier Noble Phantasms.
In terms of the number of Noble Phantasms, the only one who could probably compete with Achilles was Perseus.
However, the reason Achilles had so many Noble Phantasms was, to some extent, because he chose to live and die as a warrior, the option of having a short but glorious life. It was precisely because she was worried that her son would die as the prophecy foretold that his mother had sought all sorts of treasures for him. But fate is fate. No matter how much his mother did not want her son to die, and had granted him near-immortality, in the end, there was still the weakness of his heel. And in the end, it was precisely because his heel was pierced that he lost his life.
Now, as Achilles released his spear here, a great magic, similar to a Reality Marble, would unfold. That's right, it was another kind of great magic, not a Reality Marble. This had a fundamental difference, because this was not a scene from anyone's inner world, but a magic that interfered with the world.
"Go, my spear! My conviction!"
The dark green spear was stabbed into the ground. The entire spear then emitted a green magical energy that rapidly spread to the surroundings, finally enveloping the two of them and the entire world in a special space. The night wind completely stopped. The homunculus warriors and golem warriors in the distance were not pulled in. Even the sky became bright at this moment.
Chiron glanced at the disappearing spear, a smile on his face. "Interesting! Has the world been rewritten? How surprising, Achilles... after I died, you must have also experienced an unimaginable great adventure."
Achilles took two steps forward, taking a close-combat stance. "There is no divinity here, and third parties, needless to say, have no room to intervene, not even credibility. Even time is still. Let us decide the winner here. When the battle's curtain falls, the world on the other side will also know the victor.
In this dueling arena created by my Noble Phantasm, even my teacher's bow probably cannot be used."
"I see. In other words, only our own powers exist here."
Chiron looked at the magically condensed arrow that had disappeared in his hand and quickly understood how the winner would be decided in this rewritten world.
"Are you willing to accept such a challenge, teacher?"
Looking at the student before him, Chiron nodded. His expression was a mixture of gravity, and a hint of happiness and gratification. As a teacher, how could he not be willing to see his student become stronger, and even surpass himself? "Then I will, as a warrior, and not as an Archer of the Black Faction, accept this duel."
A smile appeared on Achilles's face. "That would be for the best."
Chiron put away his golden bow and also took a fighting stance. "The one who taught you to fight was me."
"And that's why it's even more fitting to fight you, isn't it?"
Looking at this student before him, Chiron rubbed the space between his eyebrows. Alright, this troublemaking student is still a troublemaker. "And who on earth are you saying that to?"
After the two exchanged a punch, they both took a step back. Then, it was a fair and square fight to the finish here.
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In the real world, what Aslan saw was a flash of green light, and both Achilles and Chiron disappeared into the light. Plus, with the dragon-slaying magical energy constantly erupting not far away, the stakes rising to the sky, and the raging fire of the sun, Aslan couldn't help but feel that, as expected of a battlefield, plans couldn't keep up with changes.
As for Aslan's seemingly indifferent attitude, and the fact that he didn't even seem to be paying attention to her, as if her threat posed no danger at all, as if her resolve could not attract this person's attention in the slightest, Atalante expressed extreme anger, annoyance, and even a bit of frustration.
If that's the case, what is the meaning of my hatred? If that's the case, what is the meaning of me becoming like this? Turn your gaze over, look at me! And then I'll kill you!!
"Turn your head and look at me, you bastard!! I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!!"
Atalante quickly created some distance. The magical energy on her entire body became even stronger. That black-purple magical energy was like a raging fire. Then, the Celestial Bow in her hand was drawn once again, aimed at the sky above. "[Agrius Metamorphosis!!"
An arrow shot towards the sky. A purple magical energy rapidly spread to the surroundings. At this moment, the purple magical energy completely enveloped the entire sky, dyeing the earth a hint of purple. Immediately, all the purple magical energy turned into arrows, falling down from the sky, covering the entire battlefield, and even the Hanging Gardens.
The eleven stone tablets that had originally been attacking outwards began to reorganize their positions. Finally, their magical energy erupted upwards, beginning to destroy these falling attacks.
Even Vlad III began to mobilize his stakes to form layers upon layers of defense. Siegfried also found a way to protect his back. Even the Little Sun, Karna, couldn't help but stop his advance, wrapping himself in the fire of the sun, preparing to melt all the attacks.
Aslan looked at the purple magical energy that seemed to cover the entire sky. He mobilized his own body, aimed the spear in his hand at the sky, and like throwing a javelin, threw it upwards. At the same time, he released his Noble Phantasm. The silver brilliance at this moment formed a sharp contrast with the dark purple sky.
Then, the next moment, the silver spear completely broke through the heavens, punching a hole in the purple magical energy curtain. All the attacks condensed from magical energy could not fall on the area where Aslan was.
Atalante seized the moment when Aslan had thrown his weapon. Her whole person once again pounced like a beast, like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey. The sharp hand-blades glinted with a cold light, as if preparing to directly tear open Aslan's throat.
"Die—!!"