Warhammer 30: The Second Legion's Expedition

Chapter 8 Fearless

"Paris, do you see that arrogant fellow?" Apollo flicked the head of a wild beast.

The jewel-encrusted longsword twirled perfectly in his hand.

He then turned to Paris, who was fiddling with a bow and arrow, and complained.

When Apollo noticed Paris in disguise, he drove away all the noblemen who surrounded him.

"Achilles?" Paris searched his memory.

"I remember that he was the son of the high priest Thetis, and my brother had once summoned Thetis, his mother."

"You have a conflict with him?" Paris raised an eyebrow.

"Hmph." Apollo snorted lightly, his expression not pleasant.

"That guy keeps bragging about how brave he is. He's never even been on a battlefield, yet he already calls himself the strongest warrior in Troy."

"I really don't know where he gets the nerve."

Paris paused as he drew his bow, causing the arrow to deviate slightly, but it still struck the beast's throat with precision.

With his back to Apollo, his expression shifted slightly, but his restrained voice remained calm as he said with a smile, "Perhaps he really does have the ability."

Draw the bow, nock the arrow, and the arrow flies out of the bowstring.

……

……

"Good arrow!"

Patroclus clapped his hands in approval.

He strode forward and grabbed the arrow stuck in the center of the earth-walking beast's skull with one hand.

The arrow pierced deep into the wood, the arrowhead firmly hooked into the bone crevice.

After several unsuccessful attempts to pull it out, Patroclus stomped one foot on the ground and the other on the earth beast's forehead, then gave it a hard yank.

His body fell backward along with the arrow, and crimson flesh and bone fragments were pulled out together.

Patroclus was caught by Achilles, who rushed forward quickly.

"It took a lot of effort." Patroclus held the iron arrow, bent from his rough handling, in his hand.

I am once again shocked by Achilles' power.

"It's nothing," Achilles said with a smug smile, taking the bent iron arrow from his friend's hand.

After looking it over from head to toe, he applied a little force with both hands, and the originally bent iron arrow returned to its original shape, with almost no visible deformation.

Patroclus was dumbfounded; this was far more shocking than breaking the iron arrow.

Achilles.

His expression was complicated as he called out his friend's name.

Achilles turned around at the sound of the arrow, but his arrow was not slow; he shot it and pierced through the tree.

Achilles responded to his friend with a mournful hiss of a snake.

"Tell me the truth," Patroclus said solemnly.

This appearance made Achilles take it seriously.

Just as Achilles was listening attentively, Patroclus changed his serious expression and joked.

"Have you already made any modifications? That's against the rules."

Snapped!

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" Patroclus groaned, clutching his shoulder.

Achilles was very measured; his punch, aside from making Patroclus feel his shoulder disappear briefly, did not affect his use, and even the pain was only momentary.

Achilles stretched his limbs and glanced at him: "I don't need to do any of that. As long as I fight fair and square, no one can beat me."

Patroclus felt the sensation in his shoulder gradually returning. He shrugged, feeling the creaking sound of his shoulder blade against the ground.

Suddenly, he asked, "Are you absolutely determined to win this selection, Achilles?"

Patroclus recalled the fleeting glimpse he had taken when observing everyone—that familiar, yet still arrogant gaze hidden in the nest, looking down on everyone.

He knew that person.

Achilles raised an eyebrow in surprise: "What strange thing are you talking about? I'm just here to win, Patroclus."

"Your Highness is among us," Patroclus said.

"Impossible!" Achilles laughed. "The king's current form makes it impossible for him to hide among us, and the king doesn't need to prove anything; he is now the strongest warrior in Troy."

"Of course, once I've undergone the modifications and training of those giants, I'll challenge for that position sooner or later."

"I was talking about Prince Paris!" Patroclus said angrily.

"Paris?" Achilles began to recall this incredibly familiar name.

His mother often talked about it, from initial gratitude to later anxiety, and finally silence.

Achilles didn't like the prince very much.

"Don't tell me you didn't know," Patroclus said, suppressing his gasp.

Even Achilles scratched his head somewhat awkwardly, realizing that it was truly disrespectful for a nobleman not to know who the royal family was.

Moreover, King Priam only had two children.

He said sheepishly, "Of course I know, but I don't remember much about it."

"I only remember King Hector. I know exactly when he repelled the alien invasion and when he personally went to the battlefield."

As they talked, Achilles found a topic he was good at, and his initial awkwardness was left behind. He wanted to talk for days and nights on end.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

"Tell me, Achilles, are you absolutely determined to win this selection?"

"Of course I'm going to win," Achilles replied, his face full of self-righteousness.

"That's a prince! Do you know what that means?" Patroclus still wanted to persuade him further.

Which nobleman didn't know how much King Hector valued his brother?

Even though the other party was known for his wisdom, so wise that Patroclus believed that even if Achilles beat Paris half to death, Hector would not take Achilles' life.

However, this does not mean that as subjects, we should show no respect to the royal family.

"This means I can learn from the royal family's standards and abilities!" Achilles' eyes lit up instantly.

He said somewhat excitedly, "I recall that Prince Paris didn't seem to have many court tutors. Doesn't that mean...?"

Achilles clenched his fists excitedly and, under Patroclus's desperate gaze, began to walk uncontrollably in place.

It means, it means!

This means that Paris's abilities largely come from the king!

Rounding down, that's it!

"I can learn martial arts from the King!"

A hundred meters away, the Second Guards Company-level champion, who was watching this scene, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Behind him, Moriarty, hidden in camouflage, also smiled.

At the same time, Moriarty grew to admire Achilles’ fearlessness more and more.

His father's younger brother, Paris, had already seen him beforehand.

He is truly a dragon among men, with his martial arts and swordsmanship at the top level among mortals.

Even if the Second Legion didn't actually serve, it's hard to say that a new recruit with over a dozen organs implanted would be a sure win against Paris without wearing power armor.

However, Achilles' abilities have far surpassed those of mortals, and he is still so young.