Pivot of the Sky

A few dozen miles north of Macedonia, in the steep mountains, there is a relatively flat open area above the cliff walls, with little grass growing in the open space between the woods and only a strange boulder. Apollo challenged Ammon's battlefield right here, and Medanzo followed the two gods here.

Medanzo muttered in his heart along the way, and he didn't think Apollo could defeat Amon, but he was figuring out how much it would cost for Amon to defeat Apollo. As can be seen from Apollo's momentum, this god is powerful, confident, and absolutely proud.

Confidence is also a capital, backed by powerful forces. Of the twelve gods of the Olympus god system today, Apollo was second only to Zeus in fighting power, and he was the most successful in the battle of the gods of that time. Apollo is a little worse than Amon when it comes to what the gods have accomplished, similar to the peak of the Creator.

Unlike other divine kingdoms, the Olympus heavens have slightly different achievements, and spirits like Apollo can also depend on heaven to create their own world, which is unfolding. This is not because Apollo achieves more, but because the kingdom of Zeus, the Lord of Heaven, is higher.

But such a "world of creators” does not change the face of heaven, nor is it touched by other gods, but is an independent landscape in the Olympic kingdom. In Ammon's kingdom of angels, there are also angels who possess the achievements of the Creator, such as Ea, the former god of wisdom in the Anunaki system, who also possessed his own world of Creator.

When Amun merged with Anunaki, Eua became an archangel, and his world of creators was fully integrated with heaven, which was related to the oaths made by the angels to join the kingdom and showed Amun's higher achievements.

By analogy, Apollo is already the peak of the Creator, and he is a god famous for his fighting power. He has become a god for far longer than Amon, and he also has a much stronger accumulation. Amon is not necessarily above him if he is pure than spelling power. Apollo's promise to Amon to fight as a samurai was actually more beneficial to him.

In the eternity of immortality, Amon may possess a more subtle means, even if it is less powerful, it can be elongated and avoided in other ways. But in humans, the means of the gods are restricted, because this is not the world they create.

The battle was even more difficult for Amon, so Apollo seemed confident. Medanzo looked at Apollo and said to himself in his heart: "Fight like a samurai? You're looking for the wrong guy! Do you think you are a samurai like Enchidu, a tested god? Don't fight with Amon. He'll scare you when he does! ”

As she thought so, Medanzo quietly asked Ammon: "Do you need to use the spoon of destiny?" ”

Amon smiled, “No, I left Salem City with one of the best guys. When you do it later, you stand beside the array with a spoon of fate to prevent disturbing the outside world. If someone tries to trick you, you also alert them in a timely manner. ”

Medanzo: “No one dares to hide beside the calculations, the eyes of the gods are all staring, but I will be careful. ”

Coming to the dueling place, the two gods stood 100 feet apart. The place was definitely evil. Only the wind whistled on the high cliff, and a strange boulder stood between them, even the tracks of flying birds could be seen. Medanzo held the spoon of destiny and retreated to the edge of the mountains and woods outside the open space.

Apollo's white robe soared in the wind, and he reached for his shoulder clothes and was very handsome. As he moved, the whistling wind suddenly stopped, silence on the cliff, and he looked up at Ammon: "Ready? You can do it now. ”

Fools know that those who fight first can take advantage, and Apollo demonstrates strong confidence and lets Ammon do it first. Amon shook his head with a smile: "Apollo, you made a mistake. You challenged me, not me. If you don't want to, admit you lost! ”

Apollo's handsome face revealed a slight look of anger, with his harp reaching out and listening only to a "chirp” sound, and a blast of killing swept in. Those monsters in the open space twisted and peristallized under the shadow of light, not turned into fragments, but silently softened the fallout and disappeared like a current.

Medanzo outside the open space was surprised, no wonder Apollo was so dragged, the attack was amazing! The power inspired by the strings of the violin is accompanied by the most enlightened magic in the world. It is still elemental theology, which does not exceed the means available to human theologians, but it is a synthesis of all elemental theology that manipulates all forces in the environment.

If the person facing the sound of the violin is Medanzo, he can only defend himself by waving a spoon of destiny, everything around him will be smashed by Apollo, and there is no room for any kind of magic. The rocks in the open space were swept away by a wave of swinging sound, like being instantly wiped out by an invisible giant hand, and the sound of the violin came to Amon's attention.

Amon also has the last boulder in front of him, flat at the top, about full waist height, like a table or an anvil. Amon reached out and pressed his hand against the stone, and this boulder seemed to merge with his god, and the shock of the swing scattered here, and Amon was safe.

The first blow was silently dissolved, Apollo squeezed his eyes, his fingers stringed constantly, and together the attack continued, accompanied by a loud sound of the violin attacking Amon. This string is not dense, has a wonderful melody, Apollo has a very elegant posture, but the attack in his hand is like a wave.

As Medanzo watched in the dark, Apollo took the lead, seemingly playing the piano in his spare time, but sealed off all of Ammon's return routes. Ammon's situation became hard to resist, and he couldn't even fight back without breaking it. This is most detrimental to Amon, who, although complacent, knows what to do with Amon.

Medanzo was in a bit of a hurry, and Amon was dueling Apollo, and the last thing he should do was stand still and resist simply by force. After all, Amon has been a god for a short time, and this is his weakest link. Even if his powerful powers last long and not under Apollo, Apollo uses a magical harp against the bare-handed Amon, even if he can last, the result is a double defeat!

While Medanzo's eyebrows were locked, Amon moved too, and his movements were too unexpected. Only this spirit grabbed it with his left hand and pulled out an elliptical pebble. It was the kernel extracted from the sacred stone mine. His right hand swung and pulled out a large hammer.

This hammer is not a divine weapon, it is a mineral hammer used by the miners of Duke Town since ancient times. The hammer forged by Magdalene Steel is slightly rough, but hard and heavy. The wooden handle is very resilient. It is infused with the power of Amon and faintly emits a faint gold light. The hammer was taken away by Amon when he left Salem City and was handcrafted in his newly built small courtyard.

Both the hammer and the core were placed in a space instrument, which was then removed. Medanzo knows where the hammer came from, but he doesn't know when the nuclear ammon was with him. Amon put the core on the boulder and hammered it down. This move, which he had not known how many times as a teenager, was incredibly skilled, but at this moment it could be accomplished without interference and showed great power.

Under the sound of Apollo, everything is in chaos, as if the elements had been broken together and could change with the sound of Apollo. Apollo can manipulate attacks as he pleases, as long as Amon reveals a glimmer of fragmentation. In this battlefield, only Amon and the boulder in front of him remain intact.

The hammer fell, listening only to the sound of a "ding”, which was not loud but with a fine buzzing echo for a long time, penetrating Apollo's music. The heavy hammer was in Ammon's hands like a lightly floating feather, and countless fine cracks appeared on the surface of the core that was harder than raw iron. Crack staggered extensions became dense and numb and then turned into grey white powder drops.

The core of the mine is fragmented into powder and scattered around, falling from the boulder, which then disappears into a sound storm, leaving only one colorless, transparent stone.

Apollo's squinted eyes suddenly opened in the distance, revealing a hint of colour on his face. Amon waved the hammer strike, just after he hit the string, the sound was not loud but very penetrating, disrupting the beauty of the music rhythm. What does Amon want? Apollo plays his piano, Ammon opens his mine? I've never seen anyone fight like that, and samurai can't do that!

Amon, however, ignored Apollo's reaction, not slowly pulling out another core, swinging the hammer and knocking it down. The chisel fell into the sound storm, adding another magic stone to the stone platform in front of Amon. Don't say Apollo's surprised, even Medanzo hasn't responded for half a day —— a god-to-god duel, with this kind of play?

Apollo realized that Amon was going to destroy the rhythm of his violin with the sound of a banging voice, and then he closed his eyes and ignored what Amon was doing. He still played the strings according to his tune, playing a wonderful melody without interference, but was caught in a fierce assault of homicide. As soon as Amon's protective powers are broken, he wins, and the last stone on the open ground, in any case, is broken!

The music is loud, like the most beautiful music in the world, and the Apollo strings have changed in rhythm. Between the two syllables, Amon cannot swing the hammer with tolerance every time.

This seemingly hilarious but insidious “duel" took place for a while. Apollo suddenly reacted. Amon did not deliberately use the hammer to break his tone. It was just a coincidence. Look at Amon. It doesn't matter what Apollo is playing. It's where he's mining the stones, at his own pace.

Hammer after hammer, hammer after hammer, and stone after stone after stone, Amon, like one of the best and most tireless miners in the world, has mined hundreds of stones, full of boulders in front. He swings his sleeves, stows away the stones, and pulls out the core of the mine to continue knocking.

Duke Town's mineral craftsmanship is peculiar and contains both physical and divine skills. Elsewhere on the continent, removing the sacred stones from the core is generally the work of low-order artists, and Apollo has opened his eyes today. But he was confused. It seemed that Amon was fighting his sound attack, but it didn't seem to have anything to do with the sound attack, and it seemed that the source of Amon was constantly taking out the core of the mine. How many cores did the god bring on him? When do you want to knock?

Apollo was wondering, and there were people who couldn't hold their breath any more than he did, only to hear Medanzo finally ask, "Amon, where did you get so many kernels?” Amundo once specifically told Medanzo not to call himself Amundo in the presence of others in the Olympian realm, but Medanzo remembered very clearly.

"I asked Alexander a few moments ago to help me gather a batch of mineral cores, and I took out the stones. But I didn't do it for nothing. It was a job, and every time I took out a magic stone and gave it to him, the Kingdom of Macedonia paid me a gold coin. If my arts fail to destroy the core, I will be compensated thirty silver coins for each core. ”

Amon is telling the truth. He did go to Alexander a while ago and asked the prince to help him with such a “small favor”. The reward was also fair and absolutely free of deception. Alexander did not dare to be lazy, treating it as a national matter, sending people around to collect the core of the mine and give it to Amon, who put it in a portable space instrument.

Medanzo snorted and his eyes lit up, realizing what he was doing. “Amon, are you trying to make some money? ”

Amon nodded honestly: "Yeah, we should make some money too. I have lived in the Kingdom of Macedonia for over a year and have not paid for my room or meal. Although Mr. Aristotle does not count, how can we always feel free to live for nothing? ”

Medanzo nodded, “Yeah, I missed it, too. Mortals in the world do what they're supposed to do. The rules of being their own guests. How can there be a guest who has lived here for so long? You can't exhaust the kindness of the owner, treat the hospitality of others as your own luck, or you should pay for your room and meal. ”

Medanzo followed Amon for the longest time and knew the spirit's temper well. At this time, he had already reacted to what Amon wanted to do. He deliberately chatted with him. The conversation was quite lively. It doesn't matter what they say. They almost got Apollo's nose twisted!

On the duelling field, Apollo takes out the harp strings, plays wonderful melodies, beautiful music, and is full of powerful and infinite killing machines. How elegant and powerful his posture is, Amon can't even see enough in front of him! But Amon's response almost threw up Apollo's blood. Turns out the god didn't take the duel seriously at all, but made money mining nuclear mines there.

Amon was working while chatting, chatting without delaying his work. Apollo was completely out of sight, even pretending that the god he was attacking didn't exist! Apollo's posture is so elegant, the music is so beautiful, the attack is so powerful, but at this moment it seems like it has become meaningless. Amon, who is “dueling” with him, has not even lifted his eyelids. This god has become a clown who entertains himself there!

In fact, from the battle scene of the two gods, Apollo took the lead, and Amon was only passive resistance. So long as Amon can't break Apollo's voice, regardless of the outcome of the victory, both sides will pay a huge price. But Amon didn't “take it seriously” at all, while chatting and mining the stones.

Do spirits need to earn money? Even if Amon wanted to earn money for food and lodging as a mortal, wouldn't it be necessary at a time like this? Apollo was strong and therefore confident, and he was proud because he was confident. Such an arrogant god does not fear the mighty challenge, and it is this humiliation of contempt that is most intolerable!

Miners are one of the lowest types of jobs, usually carried out by flogged slaves, if not mined stones. And how elegant and magical Apollo's music is, even the emperor of man is rarely heard. How could Amon face his challenge like this? Too shameless, too bad! This attitude and behavior hit Apollo's arrogant soft ribs.

Apollo is angry, the consequences are serious! His voice suddenly became sharp and he was no longer so soothing, as if there were thousands of golden snakes dancing on strings. White, delicate, marble-like fingers rolled over the strings, scattering a dazzling ray of light that condensed the great powers that penetrated time and space into Amon, but was dispersed in front of that stone platform.

Amon seemed to have an invisible barrier in front of him, covering the stone table where he worked. But Apollo's voice also contains a power that penetrates the soul. It is not something that any tangible magic can stop, and it must be fought with a stronger soul. At this time, the cultivated stone was filled with the surface of the boulder, and Amon waved his sleeves away and took out another nuclear hammer and struck it down.

Listening only to the "puff” sound, the core of the mine was broken into several pieces, and no divine stones appeared. Amon, Lord of Heaven, such as one of the highest spirits on the mainland today, used his most skilled craftsmanship since childhood to fail to destroy the core of the mine! This is unimaginable, but Amon did not control the hammer this time under the powerful attack in Apollo.

At this point, you can see that Apollo's power is deep and his means are subtle, and he is definitely an enemy that Amon has never met before! Even Medanzo couldn't help but make a shout. Amon sighed for a long time, stopping and looking up at Apollo: “You are amazing, let me lose 30 silver coins! ”

Apollo's fingers trembled, almost didn't break the string of the harp of the artifact, so shocking, the gods had to admire the means for it, Ammon mouth only worth thirty silver coins! He finally couldn't help but say, “Amon, how can you be so disrespectful to a warrior's duel, whether it's victory or defeat, but also respect your opponent? ”

Amon didn't answer, he pulled out another mine approval to continue knocking, and Medanzo, outside the battlefield, took the speech and drank in due course: "Apollo, you are so rude! I don't know what you used to do. Maybe you're a performer. You play really well. And Amon has been a miner ever since he was a kid. Mining magic stones is a family craft. His mining skills are no worse than yours! ”

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