The Golden Apple cried out, "That's Achilles! Apollo caused his death! Uh, why is he so hostile toward you?"
Yes, why exactly was that?
Could you stop acting cute already? Why had an ancient hero suddenly popped up?!
"Lord Achilles, if I told you that you had the wrong person, you certainly wouldn't believe me, would you?"
Kroya rubbed his brow helplessly.
Beside him, Miya had already quietly retreated several steps-even though this was one of the Gods' Sons summoned by the Golden Apple, he was only a manifestation of resentment, and his combat strength remained to be seen.
Kroya, who often traded magical bombardments with him during training, surely wouldn't lose to a God's Son like this. If things went badly, Miya could step in.
In truth, Kroya was rather curious too.
Just how powerful was this God's Son? To be safe, he took out his spare magic staff and instantly cast a whole barrage of defensive spells-
"Earth Protection!"
"Reflection Vortex!"
"Origin Fire Shield!"
"Rainbow Light Refraction!"
The light of countless shields shone around him before quietly settling down again. The instant his shields were ready, Achilles walked out of the river.
He wore a simple battle skirt, extremely similar to the divine attire Ivy had made before, openly displaying his muscular physique and all his scars.
A spear and shield appeared in his hands. With savage force, he thrust the spear at a tricky angle, sending it whistling through the air.
Clang!
The spear struck the shields around Kroya. Their various lights flashed almost one after another, yet even so, the spear actually penetrated them. Magic flickered stubbornly, like a light bulb about to go out.
"Whoa." Kroya was astonished. "The power behind that thrust..."
At his current magic level, he probably had no rivals below Legendary