The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 741 - 144 Epic Daddy Competition

Chapter 741: Chapter 144 Epic Daddy Competition Chapter 741: Chapter 144 Epic Daddy Competition In the early morning, the faint light of dawn streamed through the gaps in the curtains into the tent, casting fragments of golden glow, and a gentle breeze softly swept the inner gauze curtain aside, revealing two overlapping figures.

On the bed, Helen lazily stretched her limbs, resembling a cat relaxing its body in the sunlight, her eyes as blue as the ocean, gazing at the deity in her arms, her pupils reflecting his handsome facial contours.

A rare leisure time sparked the playful spirit in the young girl; her pale fingertips lightly tapped on that handsome cheek and delicately traced the soft lines of his facial features, her lips gradually curling into a smile of gratification and satisfaction.

Although she had prayed throughout the night, the blessing of the Divine Blood and the joy of her body and mind left her feeling not the slightest tiredness; instead, she felt a vigorous vitality, like that of rain-refreshed vitality.

Feeling the tingling sensation on his face, Luo En could not help but open his eyes and, as a punishment, he playfully slapped on her plump buttocks and lightly hummed,

“Get up, it’s about time.”

Hearing the reminder, Helen reluctantly put on her clothes, and together with Luo En, who was disguised as a member of the Divine Blood Guard, stepped out of the tent, inspecting the camp along the way and secretly discussing how to proceed with today’s siege.

By this time, most of the Alliance troops had already had breakfast, and scores of Divine Blood Heroes had already gathered early at the door of the council hall, eager to volunteer for battle under Helen, the Allied Commander.

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As Luo En’s lips barely moved, Helen subtly nodded, then spoke in a deep voice,

“Since we fight for courage and honor, let us not involve ordinary soldiers; today we shall duel with the Trojans and witness for ourselves the exceptional prowess of that foremost Trojan warrior who defeated Agamemnon.”

The heroes nodded in agreement, all raring to go, clearly interested in the idea.

After receiving everyone’s consent, Helen had a letter shot into the city of Troy, straightforwardly issuing a challenge to Hector.

After a brief silence, Hector responded decisively.

—He, representing Troy, accepted the challenge of the Alliance heroes.

The Alliance heroes, upon receiving the reply, were immediately inflamed with excitement and eagerly signed up, deciding the first contestant through drawing lots—Idomeneus.

This was the grandson of King Minos, son of Deucalion, valiant and robust as a wild boar.

The lucky Idomeneus grinned broadly, immediately donning his armor, grabbing his long spear and shield, and driving his bronze chariot straight to the gates of Troy.

Helen, watching his departing figure, asked Luo En skeptically,

“Is he sure to win?”

“Win my ass!”

Luo En rolled his eyes, bluntly shattering Helen’s faint hope.

“If Hector cannot surpass an opponent of this caliber, then he might as well not bother defending Troy, and just go off to bed early.”

There weren’t many accomplished descendants among King Minos’s children, let alone the younger generation of grandchildren. Idomeneus, with his physically intimidating figure, might bully the ordinary members of the Divine Blood Guard, but facing a true master, he was likely to be defeated.

Sure enough, a quarter of an hour later, Idomeneus was disarmed, clutching his shoulder from which blood flowed, and was awkwardly dragged back to the camp.

Based on Luo En’s judgment, the fact that his great-nephew made it back at all was probably due to Hector showing mercy.

However, with Idomeneus’s return, he also brought back a message from Hector.

—If any other Alliance heroes wished to challenge him, they were welcome to do so, but for every opponent he defeated, they would need to cease hostilities for one day.

Hearing this brazen declaration, the Alliance heroes could not help but feel some indignation and immediately decided through drawing lots the next person to fight the following day—Odysseus.

The next morning, seeing the disapproval on the faces of the Alliance heroes and their ferocious opponent, Hector felt somewhat helpless.

Actually, he hadn’t meant to provoke these Alliance heroes.

But the Greeks had come so suddenly; Troy was not yet prepared for a large-scale, prolonged battle.

Moreover, with the damage to the city gates and the casualties from the previous day, Troy now urgently needed time to regroup.

Additionally, Troy’s allied city-states had not yet arrived, and the city itself lacked noteworthy Divine Blood Heroes; the gap between ordinary soldiers and heroes couldn’t be bridged with mere skill. So for now, this duel could only be fought solely by him from start to finish.

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As for Odysseus, who stepped out gripping his sword and shield, Luo En wasn’t very optimistic.

This young guy might stand a chance in outwitting his opponents, but a fistfight definitely wasn’t his strength.

Still, pondering how Odysseus had drifted at sea for ten years before successfully returning home, he felt somewhat reassured.

There was no helping it; this young man had always been somewhat unlucky, and, considering he was the most verbally harsh towards Agamemnon at last night’s ceremonies, he deserved to be roughed up today.

Similarly, the outcome of the second battle did not exceed Luo En’s expectations.

After battling his opponent for several hours, Odysseus was swept from his chariot by Hector with a thrust of the spear that carried both man and shield, and he returned to the camp covered in dust and ash.

Following this, the third contestant Penthesilea and the fourth contestant Great Aeas, although they held out for longer, both eventually met defeat.

Penthesilea lost because she overused the Blood of Ares, succumbing to a frenzy from which Hector strategically knocked her down; Great Aeas conceded defeat voluntarily.