Apollo reprimanded Amon, but Amon lowered his head and continued mining as if he did not hear anything. Medanzo interrupted and retorted. Apollo turned his head and shouted, "What business is it of yours?"
In the face of Apollo's majestic scolding, Medanzo took a step back and shrugged. "Indeed, not as much as me."
Although Apollo was furious, he was still clear-headed. His attacks were still sharp, and he did not give Amon any chance to take advantage of him. But when he turned his head to scold Medanzo, he was slightly distracted. The most arrogant god of Olympus could not bear such humiliation.
Although Apollo turned his head to scold Medanzo, Amon's every move was still under his tight control. He did not need to look to know every detail. Although there was a slight flaw in the storm of music, Amon's movements did not change. He still swung his hammer and hit the rock, producing a soft "ding" sound.
At this moment, there was an unexpected change in the battle. When the ore core was opened, a new parangon should have appeared in front of Amon. Under the attention of the gods, all these details could not be wrong. But there was one thing that exceeded Apollo's senses. There was no parangon on the stone platform! Then there was a second change.
Amon suddenly disappeared!
Even in a fight between two ordinary people, the most frightening thing was the unexpected. For example, one side would kick, and the other side would not expect the kick. Of course, they would not be able to prepare for it.
There was a flaw in the music, and the rhythm was momentarily disrupted. Amon found an opportunity. The impact of the hammer was so strong that even Apollo's next plucking motion could not help but freeze for a moment. What was even more surprising was the newly mined parangon. It was shining with a faint golden light. It was an extremely rare Gods' Tear!
The Gods' Tear was a divine artifact made by heaven. Anything in the world could not be directly brought into eternity, unless it was refined into a divine artifact that could fuse with the mind. As for the Gods' Tear, there was no need to refine it. As long as one could master its use, they could naturally fuse it with their body and soul. Amon was probably the first god in the world to understand this kind of divine artifact. His body and soul had refined a Gods' Tear.
The moment the ore core was opened, the God's Stone fused with Amon's body and soul.
This might have been an insignificant change, but it was beyond Apollo's perception. The ore core was opened, and the sound of knocking interfered with the rhythm, but not a single parangon appeared.
Medanzo couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this scene with his own eyes! When the Gods' Tear appeared, the hammer in Amon's left hand disappeared. He clenched his right hand, and the Gods' Tear turned into a golden glove. At the same time, his whole body was wrapped in a faint layer of golden light. By the time Apollo turned around, Amon was no longer behind the rock. A fist shining with golden light was flying towards his face!
The mining of the Gods' Tear was an accident. An object that did not belong here suddenly appeared in the middle of a fierce battle. But whether this accident happened or not, Amon would have seized the opportunity to counterattack. Apollo scolded Medanzo in anger. There was a momentary flaw in the sound of the harp, and Amon's knocking disrupted his rhythm. The appearance of the Gods' Tear was another kind of test for both gods.
Amon's reaction was faster than Apollo's. He was almost unaffected, and he naturally took advantage of this "accident" as if he had such a glove on his hand. The golden light penetrated the sound of the harp, and the distance of a foot seemed to be non-existent. He disappeared from behind the boulder and punched directly in front of Apollo.
The last boulder on the battlefield suddenly disappeared in the sound of the harp, but Apollo's attack did not stop. But Amon had taken the opportunity to pass through the storm of harp sounds. With a bang, the cliff under his feet trembled slightly. Amon's punch landed squarely on Apollo's handsome nose!
It was too sudden for Apollo to dodge even if he wanted to. Amon had been hammering away at the ore, as if he was going to do it until the next day. He was chatting with Metatro as he hammered away, as if he had forgotten about the duel. The arrogant Apollo felt humiliated. He scolded Amon but did not get a response. He could not help but scold Medanzo, but Amon retaliated at that moment.
Would Amon make his nose bleed? Of course not. The gods were a different kind of existence. They would only be hurt physically and spiritually, not like mortals who would be torn apart. In a moment of desperation, Apollo could only use his magic to resist the blow. At the same time, he tried to use spatial magic to retreat, but he was too late.
Amon's punch could collapse half the mountain. Apollo was so strong that Amon only managed to make his nose crooked. Apollo's nose was almost crooked in anger, but this time, it was really crooked. The physical and spiritual damage of the gods could also be seen externally. For example, Amon once saw Horus lose an arm. This was the state of mind of Horus at that time.
But Apollo did not have the state of mind to keep his nose crooked. The punch had hurt him badly. He immediately used his magic to straighten his nose and restore his handsome face. But with such a short change of mind, Apollo did not dodge Amon's second punch. Amon's left hand was not gloved, but it was covered in a faint golden light. He stepped on the spot, bent over, and swung his fist at Apollo's stomach.
How was this a duel between deities? It was simply a brawl in the marketplace! Apollo blocked Amon's fist with the harp in his hand. There was a burst of strings, and even Medanzo, who was far away, had to take out the Key of Destiny and use his magic to block in front of Apollo. All thirteen strings were broken, and the golden light on Amon's fist shattered at the same time. But the punch still landed on Apollo's stomach.
The harp was a divine artifact. The broken strings were not destroyed, and the broken strings could still wrap around Amon's wrist. But Amon had already retracted his fist. This punch broke the spatial magic that Apollo was about to use. He wanted to dodge, but he could not. The god bent over like a shrimp and was sent flying by Amon. His head fell forward, and his hair flew.
But Amon did not have the slightest intention of slowing down. He jumped forward and reached out his gloved right hand to grab Apollo's head. When gods fight, do they fight like women fight? For example, Amon. Apollo was not the only one who did not expect this. Even the Gods who were watching the battle in the Kingdom of Heaven were stunned!
Amon had made it clear that he was not here as a god, but to accept the challenge like a mortal. However, when noble warriors dueled in the mortal world, they usually took out their weapons and swung their swords at each other, appearing very imposing and dignified. Who would do what Amon did?
But when he was a child in Duc, this was how he fought with other children. On a real battlefield, even if a general fell from his horse and fell into the enemy's formation, he would be surrounded by the enemy's ordinary soldiers.
As a weapon, he could only use his fists to block. Unless it was a warrior like Enkidu, no one would be able to get close to him with a single punch. Otherwise, such a scene was very normal. In a battle, life and death were only a hair's breadth away. Why couldn't the head be pulled?
Just now, his nose had been smashed crooked by Amon's punch. If Amon tore his head off, it would be really embarrassing. Apollo could not let Amon succeed no matter what. He roared as he flew backward, tried to shrink his neck, and punched at Amon's chest.
Amon met it with his left fist. The fists of the two gods collided. There was no sound, but there was an explosion of annihilating power. In the distance, Medanzo, who was holding the Key of Fate, could not help but kneel on one knee. The fists of the two gods shattered like the core of a mine, and their arms disappeared in the air. Their bodies were separated by the explosive force.
This punch was a lose-lose. Amon did not grab Apollo's head, but he tore off the laurel crown on his head. Amon was injured. One of his fists was broken, but his reflexes were not affected at all. He grabbed the laurel crown with his right hand and shook it. The glove disappeared and merged with the laurel crown. The laurel branches spread out and turned into vines with golden light. They extended and sprinkled down, binding Apollo's body tightly.
Ordinary ropes and vines could not bind a god at all. Apollo could break free with a transformation magic. But the vines that the laurel branches turned into were wrapped in golden light. Amon used his great magic power to cast two kinds of magic at the same time: the "Entangling Vine Web" he learned from Mourrin and the "Imprisonment of Isis" he had always been good at.
Apollo could no longer cast any transformations, and his power was instantly imprisoned. Amon threw the bundled Apollo to the ground. This time, he did not use his divine power, but the fall still made dust rise. The duel was over.
The glove on Amon's right hand had disappeared. His left arm, which had dissipated, was gradually returning to normal. But the clothes from his wrist to his shoulder were gone.
Apollo, on the other hand, was tied up tightly. He fell to the ground, unable to move. The crown on his head was gone, and his harp had fallen to the ground. His expression was one of shame and indignation.
Amon did not care how embarrassed Apollo was. He looked at him with his hands behind his back and said slowly, "Are you fighting or quarreling? Don't forget that we are dueling! "It's over. You have lost. What else do you have to say?"
Apollo growled, "You, you, you …"
Amon frowned and asked, "What about me?"
Apollo shouted, "How dare you use such a despicable method in a duel between the noble gods!"
Amon curled his lips and sneered, "That's just because you think you are noble. Do you think my methods are despicable? Which one of my strikes is not honorable? You challenged me, and yet you expect me to fight in the way you want me to? "
Yes, although Amon's methods were shocking, they were not despicable. In fact, they were very open. Apollo played the harp, and Hao Ren struck the ores. Both were skills that he was best at. Amon struck the ores while chatting with Medanzo. Apollo's attack distracted him for a moment, and one of the ores was destroyed.
However, Amon also distracted Apollo. In his anger, he turned around to "chat" with Medanzo. Both gods were talking to Medanzo, and neither was taking advantage of the other. A Gods' Tear appeared on the stone platform. Apollo's reaction was obviously slower than Amon's, but he had his harp. Of course, Amon could also use other divine artifacts.
There was a flaw in the rhythm of the harp, and Amon broke out of the encirclement. Who said that fists could not be used in a fight? Was it necessary to control a divine artifact and cast all kinds of dazzling divine spells to look magnificent and majestic? Apollo had been a god for too long. Even before he became a god, he had never fought like Amon. But Amon did not fall for it!
Apollo was ashamed and angry, but he could not speak. Amon ignored the god and turned to Medanzo, "The duel is over. Let's go back. Maybe we can make it for dinner."
Amon waved his hand, and a golden light flew back to his palm and turned into the Gods' Tear. The cassia branch that was wrapped around Apollo disappeared, and it returned to the shape of a flower crown beside the harp. Apollo lay in the dust, seemingly unharmed. Amon, however, did not look back as he walked down the cliff with Medanzo.
Apollo stood up with a face full of shame and picked up the flower crown and harp. He almost did not dare to look up, for all the gods were watching. He was also a god known for his powerful combat abilities. How did he meet an opponent like Amon today, and it was him who came to him on his own accord?!
Melodious singing came from the mountain path. It was Amon singing a hymn, praising the God of Youth and Love. The song echoed in the wind, slightly desolate, but the melody was mellow with a natural beauty.
In addition to striking ore cores, this god was not ignorant of music.
In the Anunnaki Divine Kingdom, a beautiful goddess frowned slightly. "Is this song that Amon is singing … praising me?" The speaker was the Goddess of Youth and Love, and also the Goddess of Beauty of the Olympian pantheon, Aphrodite.
In the distance, Artemis said coldly: "Aphrodite, don't be so smug! That song is indeed praising the God of Youth and Love, but it is not you, but the original Anunnaki Goddess of Youth and Love, Mourrin. Amon was born as a miner in the town of Duc, and Mourrin was once the patron goddess of Duc. That song is often sung by the miners of Duc when they offer sacrifices to their patron goddess. "
What Amon sang was a song of the human world, and people outside the mountain could not hear it. However, in the eternal world, in the "Kingdom of Angels" that he created, the song was faintly discernible. Mourrin stood in the Rose Garden of Heaven with a smile in her eyes, but her expression was a little indescribable. She whispered to herself: "My god, you brat! You are getting worse and worse, but also more and more adorable. Apollo really doesn't know his place, how can he be a match for you? "
In the Olympian Divine Kingdom, Aphrodite was interrupted by Artemis, but deliberately pretended not to hear it. She said to another goddess beside her: "Yalena, I have never seen a god like Amon. When he dueled with Apollo, there was no sign of a duel at all, but he suddenly broke Apollo's nose. It was like a street brawl. Apollo has been defeated, and you are the God of Wisdom and the Goddess of War. If it were you, would you have the confidence to defeat him? "
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