Zeus stopped Hera, then turned to look at Themis and said, "The gods who fight may be cut down by Amon, but they can't easily cut down Amon. So who do you think should fight?"
Themis replied mercilessly, "Hera or Yalena are the most suitable candidates, but you don't want Hera to risk her death, and Yalena doesn't want to fight Amon in person. Please use {.}. In fact, there is only one god among us. If she fights, she will neither cut down Amon, nor will she be cut down by Amon. "
Zeus snorted coldly and said, "Since this is a battle between the gods, nothing can't happen!"
Themis sighed and said, "I'm just talking about their feelings for each other, not a definite result."
The conversation between the two did not mention the name of the god, but the Olympian gods heard it clearly in their souls. At this time, a goddess stood up and bowed slightly to Zeus and said, "Father of the gods, let me fight on behalf of Olympus!"
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Amon stood in the clouds with his hands behind his back, and the angels stood silent. A goddess floated out of the Olympian gods opposite him. She wore a silver robe, and her brown curly hair fell to her waist. Her slender figure was sexy and straight, and her smooth and tender arms were exposed in the wide sleeves of her robe. She wore a green shawl on her left shoulder, and a silver bracer on her bare right arm.
This bracer was not just a decoration, but a divine artifact that could make her stronger when shooting arrows. She wore a ruby-like ring on the middle finger of her left hand, which was also a divine artifact. The light of the ring could condense into sharp divine arrows that could hit any target in the sky and on the ground.
In between her eyebrows, there was a crescent moon mark, and her eyelashes were long and dense. When she raised the silver divine bow in her hand, the eyes that looked at Amon faintly flashed with a ruby luster, which was the divine light condensed from the arrow intent in the ring. Her pair of small and exquisite ears also moved slightly, like a lively cat. The top of the ear was actually pointed, with a strange sense of beauty.
Her red lips were as delicate as fresh rose petals, with a seductive curve. At this moment, her lips were tightly pursed, and her expression revealed a faint determination. Amon knew this goddess very well. In her slightly wild body, her soul was strong and strong. Even when she was imprisoned in the body of a cat for hundreds of years, she never gave in. Now she stood up and challenged him on behalf of the Olympian gods.
"I've already said that if that day really comes, don't make it difficult for me." As the goddess spoke, she had already raised the silver divine bow. The wrist guard on her arm that held the back of the bow emitted a silver glow. Her body and soul seemed to have become one with the bow. The ruby on the ring on her right hand that held the bowstring condensed into a thread. The green shawl fluttered without any wind.
"Schrödinger, I've also said long ago that I will never make it difficult for you." Amon stared at her, his whole body still glowing with a faint golden light, like a shining tear of the gods.
Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, slowly pulled the bow, and like a crescent moon turning into a full moon, a bright red arrow condensed on the bowstring. Everything in the world seemed to be shrouded in the arrow's will, firmly locked on to Amon. Perhaps only by being in the middle of it could one feel the unparalleled pressure. Could Amon take this arrow?
Among the twelve gods of Olympus, Zeus did not need to be mentioned. Hera rarely fought, and no one knew what her level of magic power was. The rest were Apollo, Artemis, Poseidon, Hades, and Yalena. Amon had defeated Apollo, but it was not a life-and-death battle, and he won by surprise.
But Artemis was different from Apollo. She knew Amon too well. She knew him as well as she knew herself. She had watched Amon grow up in the town of Duc, and she had been by his side, helping him on the road to transcendence and immortality. And now, as a representative of the divine clan, Artemis could not hold back once she attacked. No one could deceive so many gods, and this arrow contained the most powerful divine power of the goddess.
In this case, only one blow was needed to determine the outcome and even determine life and death.
Amon still stood with his hands behind his back and did not take out any weapons. Even the Key of Destiny had been returned to Medanzo just now. He had many powerful artifacts, but he had given them to his disciples. But the angels had nothing to worry about. They had enough confidence in their god. Amon should be able to shatter this arrow with his golden fist and repel Artemis.
But everyone also knew his relationship with Artemis. Amon would defeat her but not kill her, but Artemis would not hold back. Amon would probably pay a high price for taking this arrow.
Just as the angels were thinking this, the silver light between heaven and earth trembled. The bowstring was silent, and the arrow had been shot. The arrow was condensed from the red light emitted from the ring, as if it was just a kind of pure energy, but when it left the bowstring, it changed color and became completely solid, becoming a flying silver shuttle.
Between the blue sky and the sea, all the aura trembled slightly, and the silver shuttle rotated rapidly, condensing all the spatial energy in its path. It seemed to come very slowly, not turning into a shadow of light, and its trajectory in the air could be seen clearly, but at the same time it was so fast that it was almost impossible to dodge. The edge of the silver shuttle had enveloped the place where Amon was, and although it was flying from one direction, it seemed to be shooting from all directions.
Amon looked at the silver shuttle flying towards him, his gaze passing through the trajectory of the silver shuttle as if staring into Artemis's eyes. He was saying something silently, but his hands were still behind his back. Relying on the faint layer of golden light that enveloped him would not be able to block this arrow. As powerful as Amon was, he should take the initiative to meet it! But what was he waiting for?
The seemingly slow arrow arrived in an instant, hitting Amon in the chest. Suddenly the sky was filled with golden light, and the eyes of the gods were dazzled, only to feel a burst of golden light in their souls. When they could see the situation above the clouds again, Amon had disappeared, and the bow in Artemis's hand, the bracer on her arm, and the ring on her finger had all returned to their original state.
Three items swirled and fell to the surface of the sea: a mining hammer, a foot-long hunting knife, and a gray scroll.
The mining hammer was brought out by Amon from the city of Salem, and it was the weapon he had used in the duel with Apollo; the hunting knife had a longer history, and it was given to Amon by Mayor Dusti when he was a teenager when he first left the town of Duc. Amon had used this hunting knife to cut off one of Antonio's fingers in the Temple of Delphi. As for the gray scroll, its origin was even more unusual. It was given to Amon by the Adoratrice of the Temple of Isis, Maria.
It was an incomplete Tiamat's Wrath, just a shell that had no real power after unfolding. Maria used this Tiamat's Wrath in exchange for the real Tiamat's Wrath in Amon's hands, and later used the real Tiamat's Wrath to severely injure Seth. The gray scroll left by Maria was a unique souvenir, and although it was useless to Amon, Amon had always carried it with him.
These things fell from the sky, indicating that Amon had not escaped, but that his body and soul were no longer there, and the artifacts he carried with him would have been scattered. However, the Lord of Heaven did not perish, because all the angels could sense it very clearly. The Kingdom of Angels that he created in his soul still existed in the eternity of immortality. So, where did Amon go?
When the silver shuttle hit the golden light, the gods of Olympus and the angels of Heaven let out an uncontrollable cry of surprise, some with surprise, some with horror. Everyone saw clearly that Amon did not fight back at all, nor did he use any means to parry, and his protective golden light was scattered by Artemis's astonishing arrow.
This golden light was condensed into Amon's body and soul when he transcended eternal life, and it was one with the god's mind and body, containing his cultivation and magical power over the years. The golden light was scattered, which meant that his magical power had been cut off, and he needed to re-cultivate to restore his former strength. But the situation was not that simple. Amon disappeared in front of the gods and angels, not escaping, not sneaking, and not stepping into the void.
In this case, Amon could only seize an opportunity to avoid the fate of death, and that was to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation with his dharmakaya. In fact, Amon did this. He had re-entered the world and reincarnated, just like Aphrodite who had been shot down by him with an arrow.
The voice left by Amon appeared in the souls of the angels.
"When I am not here, will you understand what the true guidance of faith is? When I forget all this, will I be able to seek true detachment!" Remember today's agreement, I have made a covenant not only with the gods, but also with you, and more importantly with the living beings on earth. "Protect heaven and the Garden of Eden, and wait for my new life and return."
If Amon did not want to, he would not have done this. Even if he did not want to hit Artemis, he could have launched a counterattack to block the arrow. However, he could only watch as the silver shuttle shot, his magical power dissipated, and then re-entered the cycle of reincarnation. There were not many gods in the world who could launch such an attack. If this was the choice Amon had prepared, Artemis' arrow was simply perfect.
Everyone was stunned, especially Zeus, with a look of shock. His sharp eyes looked at the three fallen items, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the sky and the sea, but he could no longer see where Amon was. With a flash of light and shadow, Mourrin, holding the ivy staff, had appeared where Amon had just disappeared. With a wave of her hand, she collected the three items that were falling into the sea and looked at Artemis without a word.
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