"But isn't our daughter dead? Why are you so cruel?" Agamemnon said angrily.

"Although she was not dead, she disappeared after being taken away by the gods. In my heart, she was dead, and all the faults were in you."

"Don't you miss our couple's relationship for many years?" Agamemnon asked.

"Feeling, when you tied my daughter to sacrifice with your own hands, there was no emotion between us."

"Don't worry, your warriors, and even your son, will die with you." Clytenestria said.

"How cruel you are, he is your son too!"

"But he speaks for you and only obeys you, I must do this." Clytenestria said, and she never gave Agamemnon a chance to tell her again, holding a knife and stabbing Agamemnon hard.

"Ah!" Agamemnon screamed.

The bright red blood ticked down the blade, and Clytenestra pulled out, and the blood spurted out, dyeing Agamemnon and her clothes red.

Agamemnon had never suffered such great pain on the battlefield of Troy. He roared and struggled constantly, but the more he struggled, the more blood he lost, and gradually felt weak all over.

"God, please save me!" Agamemnon prayed to God in pain. At this time, only God could rescue him, but what made him desperate was that no God rescued him, and the knife in Clytenestra stabbed him again.

"Look, there is no God to save you, this is the second knife, for my husband Tantalus, who is the son of Diestes, but he is killed by you."

"Puff" Blood splattered all over the ground, and a lot of blood was also splashed on Clytenestra's body and face, but she didn't care at all, and continued to draw her sword and stab Agamemnon.

"The third knife, it was for my young son, when you snatched my child from his arms and brutally threw him to death."

"Now, Agamemnon, you vicious king, go to the territory of Hades and never come back."

Inside the city

Egestus had led the warriors to block the entire city and brutally suppressed all those who supported Agamemnon.

"Take Agamemnon back and kill all the soldiers, and no one is allowed to be spared. Their family, men, and women and children are demoted to slaves." Egestus said loudly.

"Yes." The soldiers received the order and broke into the home of every soldier Agamemnon brought back.

There were constant screams of men and crying for help from women, and people kept killing them, but in the face of these, no one could rescue them.

"Please let him go, he has put down his weapons and removed his armor." A woman cried and begged for mercy to the soldiers who broke in.

"Puff." But what was greeted was a prick of a cold spear, blood flowing out of her mouth, and despair was revealed in her eyes.

"Gnisnos, run!"

"Puff." The spear penetrated her chest again, and her eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Irsia!"

A man rushed out of the room, holding a stick in his hand, but his resistance was obviously futile in the face of the ferocious warrior.

"puff."

A spear also pierced into the man's body, pulled it out quickly, and blood sprayed out like a spring of water, dyeing the ground red.

"Ilcia..." The man's eyes gradually dimmed, and with a "bang", the heavy body fell to the ground.

Only a few of Agamemnon's soldiers survived the Trojan battlefield. After they returned, they had already taken off their armor, put down their weapons, and scattered around the city.

At this time, facing Egestus, the soldiers were all killed one by one without any resistance.

The shouts of killing outside came to the bathroom from time to time, and Agamemnon's heart kept twitching. He brought back not many soldiers, but after he came back, he took off his armor and put down his weapons. It is hard to escape now.

"Hear? Agamemnon, you will get a grand funeral from a king, look, there are hundreds or thousands of warriors who are buried with you." Clytenestra said sharply.

"Clytenestra, you will regret it!"

"You don't have to be too proud, you are not far from the day of destruction..." Agamemnon said.

"Is that? It's a pity that you can't see it, because you're going to die." Clytenestria said, "And this is God supporting me to take revenge. Otherwise, how could you be killed by me like this?"

For the world where gods exist, to the descendants of God, to the kings who are surrounded by prophets, such as assassination cannot be achieved even through the prophets’ mouths.

This situation now only shows that this is divine will.

Agamemnon screamed in pain. Now that he is in this situation, he has no better way to get out of trouble. Seeing all his strength go away bit by bit, he knows that he has not had much time left.

Agamemnon prayed to the gods of Mount Olympus one by one, but none of these gods were willing to help, and even none of them responded.

Agamemnon slowly despaired, his body became colder and darker, and his eyes became darker and darker. His lips, which were holding blood, vomited a name: "Paris, I once promised to build a temple for you. If you can save me, I will fulfill my promise."

The new god Paris, although he and Paris are enemies, now there is no way out and can only grasp any hope.

Agamemnon's voice was low, but it was clearly heard into Pei Ziyun's ears, and all this was seen by Pei Ziyun.

Pei Ziyun looked at Agamemnon, who was in desperate situation, gave up all his pride and prayed to him, and his heart moved.

Then, Agamemnon, who was in a state of dying state, suddenly heard a voice: "Agamemnon, you have led your troops to destroy my city, how can I protect you? But if I have the sake of Zeus' descendants at the same time, I can protect your son."

Agamemnon was shocked when he was in a state of despair, and he saw a glimmer of hope in his despair.

"As long as you protect my son, I will promise that my family will build a temple for you, and will slaughter cattle and sheep for you, and will sacrifice to you forever."

Agamemnon lay on the ground, blood flowing all over the ground, and he said dyingly.

"Very good, remember your promise, and I will help your son Orestes out of trouble."

A king's promise is still very valuable. Pei Ziyun was very satisfied. When Agamemnon heard Pei Ziyun's promise, he closed his eyes and a ghost flew out. He looked at his queen Clytenestra for the last time, leaving only a curse: "Clytenestra, you will be retribution."

Then, he sank into the underworld.

A great Greek hero led the Greek coalition to attack Troy and conquered the city of Troy, and was killed in a bathroom by his wife Clytenestra.

Mount Olympus Hall

Apollo played the harp, and the song was over. All the gods raised their glasses to Apollo, thanking him for his music, and there was no God moving to Agamemnon's death.
Chapter completed!