Dozens of kilometers north of Macedonia, on the precipitous mountains, there was a relatively flat open land on the precipice. The open space in the forest was almost barren, with only a few strangely-shaped boulders.
This was the battlefield where Apollo challenged Amon, and Medanzo followed the two gods here.
Along the way, Medanzo had doubts in his heart. He did not think that Apollo could defeat Amon, but he was also wondering how much Amon would have to pay to defeat Apollo. From Apollo's aura, it could be seen that this god was powerful, confident, and absolutely proud.
Confidence was also a kind of capital, backed by great power. Among the twelve main gods of the Olympian divine system, Apollo's combat power was second only to Zeus, and he had also made the most contributions in the war of the gods. In terms of the achievements of the gods, Apollo was a little worse than Amon, and he was similar to the peak of the Creator.
The Olympian divine kingdom was different from the divine kingdoms of other divine systems, and the achievements of the gods were also slightly different. Gods like Apollo could also attach themselves to the divine kingdom and create their own world, and this world was unfolding. This was not because Apollo's achievements were higher, but because Zeus, the master of the divine kingdom, had a higher realm.
But such a "Creator's World" would not change the appearance of the divine kingdom, nor would it be touched by other gods. It was just an independent landscape in the divine kingdom of Olympus. In Amon's kingdom of angels, there were also the achievements of angels who embraced the Creator. For example, Ea, the god of wisdom of the original Anunnaki divine system, also had his own Creator's World.
When Amon merged with the divine kingdom of Anunnaki, Ea became an archangel, and his Creator's World was completely integrated with the divine kingdom. This was related to the oaths made by the angels when they joined the divine kingdom, and it also showed that Amon had higher achievements.
In terms of realms, Apollo was equivalent to the pinnacle of the Creator Realm, and he was a deity known for his powerful combat abilities. He had been a god for a much longer time than Amon, and he had a stronger accumulation. In terms of pure magical power, Amon might not be above him. Apollo's promise to duel with Amon as a human warrior was actually more beneficial to him.
If they were in the eternal state of being unborn and imperishable, Amon might have even more profound methods. Even if his transcendence energy was inferior, he could still use other methods to make use of his strengths and avoid his weaknesses. But in the human world, the methods of the gods were limited, because this was not the world they created.
This battle would be even more difficult for Amon, so Apollo was brimming with confidence. Medanzo looked at Apollo and thought to himself, Duel like a warrior? If you want to compare fists, you've found the wrong person! Do you think you are a warrior like Enkidu who passed the test and became a god? Don't fight with Amon, you will be shocked when we fight!
While thinking about this, Medanzo quietly asked Amon, "You have given your most powerful weapon to your disciple, do you need to use the Key of Destiny?" Amon smiled. "There's no need for that. When I left Taleng, I brought along my most convenient weapon. When we fight later, you hold the Key of Destiny and stand by the side to prevent disturbing the outside world. If someone tries to plot against us, you can also warn us in time.
Medanzo said, "No one will dare to hide in the side and plot against us, the eyes of the gods are watching, but I will also be careful."
When they arrived at the arena of the duel, the two gods stood a foot apart from each other. This place was indeed dangerous. There was only the sound of the wind whistling above the high cliff. Between the two stood a strange giant rock, and not even a trace of a bird could be seen. With the Key of Destiny in hand, Medanzo retreated to the edge of the forest outside the clearing.
Apollo's white robe fluttered in the wind, and he reached out to straighten the clothes on his shoulders, his posture was very elegant. As he moved, the whistling wind suddenly stopped, and the cliff was silent. He looked up at Amon and said, "Are you ready? You can start now. "
Even a fool would know that in a direct confrontation, the one who made the first move would have the upper hand. Apollo showed great confidence and let Amon make the first move. But Amon smiled and shook his head, "Apollo, you are wrong about one thing. You are the one challenging me, not the other way around. If you don't want to fight, just admit defeat!" Apollo's handsome face showed a hint of anger, and he picked up the harp and plucked it. With a clang, a murderous aura swept over. The strange boulders on the clearing twisted and wriggled under the light, but they did not shatter into pieces. Instead, they softened silently and disappeared like water.
Outside the clearing, Medanzo was shocked. No wonder Apollo was so arrogant, his moves were indeed shocking! The magic generated by the plucking of the harp was accompanied by the most brilliant magic in the world. It was still elemental magic, not beyond what the mages in the mortal world could use, but it was a combination of all elemental magic and could control all forces in the environment.
If the person facing the sound was Medanzo, he could only use the Key of Fate to protect himself. Everything around him would be crushed by Apollo, and there would be no room for him to use magic or fight back. The strange boulders on the clearing were swept away by the rippling sound waves, and as if they were instantly flattened by an invisible giant hand, the impact of the harp was already in front of Amon.
There was one last boulder in front of Amon. It was flat at the top and about waist-high, like a table or anvil. Amon stretched out a hand and pressed on the boulder. The boulder seemed to have become one with his body and soul, and the rippling impact dissipated. Amon was unscathed.
The first attack was silently neutralized. Apollo narrowed his eyes and kept plucking the strings with his fingers. One attack after another, accompanied by the melodious sound of the harp, attacked Amon continuously. The sound of the harp was not dense, but it carried a beautiful melody. Apollo's posture was very elegant, but the attacks from his hands were getting stronger and stronger.
Meckaizo was secretly shocked watching from the side.
That was because Apollo had the upper hand as soon as he attacked. He seemed to be playing the harp leisurely, but he had blocked all of Amon's routes of counterattack. Amon was now in a situation where he could only use his magic to resist. If he could not break the sound, he could not even fight back. This was the most disadvantageous situation for Amon. Although Apollo was arrogant, he knew how to deal with Amon.
Medanzo was a little anxious. Amon and Apollo were dueling, and the last thing he should do was stand still and fight with magic. After all, Amon had only been a god for a short period of time, and this was his weakest point. Even if his powerful magic power could last for a long time and was comparable to Apollo's, Apollo's magical harp was used against the bare-handed Amon. Even if Amon could last until the end of the battle, the result would still be a lose-lose!
Just as Medanzo was frowning, Amon also moved. His movement was too unexpected. The god grasped with his left hand and pulled out an oval pebble out of thin air. It was the ore core extracted from the parangon mine. With a wave of his right hand, he pulled out a sledgehammer.
The hammer was not a magic weapon, but a mine hammer used by the Duc miners since ancient times. The hammer head was made of Damasc steel, but it was hard and heavy. The wooden handle was very tough. Infused with magic by Amon, it faintly emitted a faint golden light. This mine hammer was taken away by Amon when he left Leng. It was also made by him in his newly built courtyard.
The hammer and the ore core were placed in a spatial magic tool and were taken out at this time. Medanzo knew the origin of the mine hammer, but he did not know when Amon brought the ore core with him. Amon placed the ore core on the boulder and hit it with the hammer. He had done this action countless times when he was young, and he was very familiar with it. But now, he was able to do it without any interference, which showed his powerful magic.
Under the cover of Apollo's music, everything in the surroundings was in chaos. All kinds of elements seemed to be broken and fused, changing according to Apollo's music. As long as Amon showed the slightest flaw, Apollo would be able to control all kinds of attacks at will. In this battlefield, the only things that were not affected were Amon and the boulder in front of him.
The mine hammer fell, and there was a ding sound. The sound was not loud, but it echoed for a long time, penetrating through the cover of Apollo's music. The heavy mine hammer was like a feather in Amon's hands. Countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the ore core, which was harder than pig iron. The cracks spread and became dense, and then it turned into grayish-white powder and fell down.
The crushed ore core scattered into powder and fell off the boulder, disappearing into the storm of music. Only a colorless, transparent parangon was left on the boulder.
In the distance, Apollo's squinted eyes suddenly opened, and a trace of anger appeared on his face. The blow from Amon's hammer happened to hit right after Apollo's strumming. The sound was not loud, but it was very penetrating, disrupting the beauty of the music. What is Amon trying to do? Is Apollo playing his instrument?
Is Amon opening his mine? I've never seen a duel like this. Not even warriors in the mortal world would do this!
However, Amon did not care about Apollo's reaction. He took out another ore core, swung his hammer, and hit the boulder again. The powder fell into the storm of music, and another parangon appeared on the stone platform in front of Amon.
Apollo was not the only one who was surprised. Even Medanzo's mouth was wide open for a long time. How could a duel between gods be like this?
Apollo realized that Amon was trying to disrupt the rhythm of his music. He closed his eyes and ignored what Amon was doing. He continued to pluck the strings according to his own tune, playing a beautiful melody that was laced with a murderous intent. Apollo was not disturbed by Amon's music. Apollo's heart was filled with murderous intent. As long as he could break Amon's protective magic, he would win. No matter what, he had to break the last boulder on the ground!
The melodious sound of the instrument was like the most beautiful music in the world. Apollo's rhythm had also changed. It was impossible for Amon to calmly swing his hammer between two notes.
This seemingly comical but dangerous "duel" went on for a while. Apollo suddenly realized that Amon did not deliberately use the hammer to disrupt his rhythm. It was just a coincidence. Amon didn't seem to care about what Apollo was playing. He was mining parangons at his own pace.
Hammer after hammer hammered down, one parangon after another was extracted. Amon was like the most outstanding and tireless miner in the world. He had already extracted tens of thousands of parangons, filling up the boulder in front of him. He waved his sleeves and put away the parangons. Then, he took out the ore cores and continued to mine.
The mining techniques of Duc were very unique. They included both body arts and magic techniques. In other parts of the continent, extracting parangons from ore cores was usually the work of low-level mages. Apollo had learned a lot today. But he was very puzzled. Amon's spell seemed to be fighting against his zither attack, but it also seemed to have nothing to do with the zither attack. Also, looking at Amon's continuous action of taking out ore cores, how many ore cores did this god have on him? How long was he going to keep playing?
Apollo was puzzled that there was someone more impatient than him. Finally, Medanzo asked, "Amon, where did you get so many ore cores?" Amon had specifically told Medanzo not to call himself Amun when there were other people in the divine realm of Olympus. Medanzo remembered it very clearly.
Amon replied unhurriedly, "A while ago, I asked Alexander for a favor. I asked him to collect a batch of ore cores for me to extract parangons. But I didn't do it for free. It was a job. For every parangon I took out and gave to him, the Kingdom of Macedonia would pay me one gold coin. If I damaged the ore cores due to my lack of skill, I would have to pay thirty silver coins for each ore core. …
What Amon said was the truth. A while ago, he did look for Alexander and asked the prince to help him with such a "small favor". The remuneration was also very fair. He was absolutely honest with both the old and the young. Alexander did not dare to neglect it and treated it as a national affair. He sent people to collect ore cores for Amon, and Amon kept them in his spatial artifact.
Medanzo was startled when he heard this, and then his eyes brightened as he realized something. He asked with a smile, "Amon, are you trying to earn some money to spend?"
Amon nodded honestly and replied, "Yes, it's time for us to earn some money. We've been living in the Kingdom of Macedonia for more than a year, and we haven't paid for our rooms and meals. Although Mr. Aristotle doesn't mind, how can we live and eat for free? "
Medanzo also nodded and said, "Yes, I've also neglected it. Mortals in the world should do things like this. Guests have their own rules. How can a guest stay for such a long time? We can't accept the kindness of our host and take it as a blessing. We should still pay for our rooms and meals. "
Medanzo had followed Amon for the longest time, and he understood the god's temper very well. He had already figured out what Amon was trying to do, and he deliberately struck up a conversation with Amon. What they said almost made Apollo's nose crooked in anger!
In the duel field, Apollo took out his harp and plucked the strings. The beautiful melody was full of surging magic power and infinite murderous intent. His posture was so elegant, with an incomparably strong aura. In front of him, Amon was not even worthy of a glance! However, Amon's response almost made Apollo vomit blood. It turns out that this god doesn't take the duel seriously at all. Instead, he's mining for ore cores to earn money!
Amon chatted as he worked. Chatting did not affect his work, and he did not take Apollo seriously at all. He even treated the attacking god as if he did not exist! No matter how elegant Apollo's posture was, how beautiful his harp was, and how powerful his attacks were, it seemed to have become meaningless at this moment. Amon, who was "dueling" with him, did not even look at him. This god had completely become a self-entertaining clown!
Judging from the battle between the two gods, Apollo had the upper hand, and Amon was just passively resisting. They would fight like this until the end, regardless of the outcome.
As long as Amon could not break through Apollo's harp, both sides would have to pay a huge price. However, Amon was not "serious" at all. He chatted as he mined parangons.
Did gods need to earn money? Even if Amon wanted to earn money as a mortal, there was no need to do so at this time. Apollo was very powerful, which was why he was very confident, and because of that,
Because he was confident, he was proud. Because of his confidence, such an arrogant god was not afraid of a strong challenge. What he could not stand the most was the humiliation of contempt!
Mining was one of the lowest forms of work, unless it was the extraction of parangons. It was usually done by slaves who had been whipped. Apollo's harp was so elegant and magical that even the emperors of the mortal world would not be able to hear it. How could Amon face his challenge like this? This is too shameless, too evil! This attitude and behavior hit the soft spot of Apollo's arrogance.
Apollo was angry, and the consequences were serious! His harp suddenly became urgent, no longer as soothing and graceful as before. It was as if thousands of golden snakes were dancing on the harp's strings. His marble-like fingers plucked on the harp's strings, emitting dazzling rays of light. These rays condensed great magical power that could penetrate through time and space, and shot towards Amon, but were scattered in front of the stone table.
There seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of Amon, covering the stone table he was working on.
However, Apollo's harp also contained a power that could penetrate the soul, which could not be blocked by any tangible magic. It must be resisted by a stronger soul. At this time, the surface of the giant rock was once again filled with the mined parangons. Amon waved his sleeves and put them away. He then took out another ore core and smashed it with his hammer.
With a muffled sound, the ore core broke into several pieces, but no parangons appeared.
Amon, the Lord of Heaven, one of the gods with the highest level on the continent, had accidentally destroyed the ore core with the skill he was most familiar with since childhood! This was simply unimaginable. However, under Apollo's powerful attack, Amon did not control the hammer well this time.
At this time, it could be seen that Apollo's magic power was profound and mysterious. He was definitely a strong opponent that Amon had never met before! Even Metatro couldn't help but cry out in surprise. Amon let out a long sigh and stopped his movements. He looked up at Apollo and said, "You really are good, you made me pay thirty silver coins!"
Apollo's fingers trembled, and he almost broke the strings of the divine harp. Such an earth-shattering skill that even the gods would admire was only worth thirty silver coins in Amon's mouth! He finally could not help but shout, "Amon, in a duel between warriors, whether you win or lose, you should respect your opponent. How can you be so rude?"
Amon did not answer. He took out another ore core and was about to smash it again. Medanzo, who was outside the battlefield, interrupted, "Apollo, you are so rude! I don't know what you used to be. Maybe you were a musician, and your harp is really good. But Amon has been a miner since childhood, and mining parangons is a skill passed down in his family. His mining skills are no worse than your harp skills! "
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