Pivot of the Sky

Zeus stopped Hera and turned around to look at Themis: “The god who fought may be cut down by Amon, but he cannot be easily cut down. Who do you think will fight? ”

Thermis replied mercilessly: "Hera or Arena would have been the most suitable person, but you didn't want Hera to risk falling, and Arena didn't want to fight Amon herself. In fact, there is only one god among us, and if she goes to war, she will neither befall Amon nor be beheaded by Amon. ”

Zeus snorted coldly: "Nothing will ever happen as it represents a battle between divine systems! ”

Themis sighed: “I'm just saying what they think of each other, not the definitive result. ”

The conversation between the two men never mentioned the name of the god, and what the Olympus gods heard in their souls was clear. Then a goddess came forward and bowed shallow to Zeus: "Father of the Gods, let me fight on behalf of Olympus! ”

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Amon stood in the clouds with his back, and all the angels stood silent, only to see a goddess floating out of the Olympus gods across the street. She wore a silver robe with brown curly hair hanging down to her waist and a long, sexy, pulled body, revealing smooth, white arms in her wide sleeve. Her left shoulder was covered in a green cape and her bare right arm was covered with a silver shiny wrist.

This wrist guard is not just a decoration, but a artifact that makes her more powerful when shooting arrows. Her left finger carries a ruby-like ring, which is also an artifact, and the light of the ring condenses into a sharp arrow that hits any target in heaven or earth that is locked.

On her eyebrow, there was a curved lower string moon mark with long, dense eyelashes. When she raised the silver bow in her hand, she looked into Amon's eyes and glittered like a ruby, which was the light of a concentrated arrow in the ring. Her tiny ear contour also moved slightly, like a cat full of inspiration, and the upper end of the contour was pointed with a strange aesthetic.

Her red lips were as delicate as a fresh rose petal, with a tempting curve on the lip line, but at this moment she clamped tight and her face revealed a resolute stiffness. Amon knows this goddess well, and in her somewhat wild body, her soul is strong and strong, even if confined to a cat's body for hundreds of years, has never yielded. Now she stood up and challenged him on behalf of the Olympus gods.

“I told you not to embarrass me one day.” The goddess had raised the silver divine bow when she spoke, and the wrist on the arm holding the bow and ridge emitted a silver glow, as if the shape god had merged with the bow, clamping the right hand of the bow string, the ruby glow on the ring condensed into a line, and the green shawl had no wind.

“Schrödinger, as I've said, will never embarrass you.” Amon stared at her, still with a faint golden light around her, and the whole person was like a glittering tear of the gods.

Artemis, the hunting goddess, slowly pulled the bow open, as if a half-string moon had turned into a full moon, and a bright red arrow had been condensed on the bow string, as if everything in the heavens and the earth were covered in this arrow, locking Amon firmly. Perhaps you can only feel the unrivalled pressure if you are in it. Can Amon catch this arrow?

Of the twelve gods of Olympus today, Zeus did not have to speak of it, and Hera did little, and no one knew exactly what her magic realm was like, and the rest were the strongest fighters in Apollo, Artemis, Poseidon, Hudders, and Arena. Amon had beaten Apollo, but that was not a battle between life and death, and it was surprising.

Unlike Apollo, Artemis knew Amon so well that she knew him just as well as she knew herself. She watched Amon grow up in Duke Town and was there to help him continue on the path beyond eternity. And now fighting on behalf of the Divine System, Artemis cannot be reserved once he strikes, and no one can fool so many gods, this arrow contains the most powerful divine power of the Goddess.

In this case, it takes only one blow to separate victories and even decide to survive.

Amon still stood behind his back and did not take out any weapons, even the spoon of destiny was returned to Medanzo, who possessed many powerful artifacts but gave them to his disciples. But the angels have nothing to worry about, they have enough faith in their gods, and Amon should be able to break this arrow with his golden fist and defeat Artemis.

But we all know his relationship with Artemis, and Amon beats her but won't cut her down, except Artemis can't stop, and Amon will probably pay a lot to take this arrow.

When the angels thought so, the silver light trembled between the heavens and the earth, and the bowstrings were silent, and the arrow had been fired. The arrowhead was concentrated in red light emitted on the ring, as if it were pure energy, but the color changed completely when it came off the string and became a flying silver shuttle.

Between the blue sky and the sea, all the breath is slightly trembling in invisibility, and the silver shuttle is spinning sharply, concentrating all the space energy passing through. It appears to be coming slowly, without the illumination of a fictional light. The trajectory in the sky can be seen clearly, but at the same time it is quick and almost inescapable. The rays of silver shuttle have covered Amon's position, though it has flown from one direction, as if it were a convergence from all sides.

Amon looked at the flying silver shuttle and looked through the silver shuttle's trajectory as if he was also staring into Artemis' eyes, not knowing what to say in silence, but still holding his hand. The pale golden light that covers the surrounding area alone may not block this arrow, and those who are as powerful as Ammon should also take the initiative! But what's he waiting for?

The seemingly slow arrow arrived instantly, right in the front chest of Amon, suddenly the sky was full of gold glitter, the eyes of the gods were swayed, only to realize that there was also a golden flash of light in the soul. When the clouds were clear again, Amon was gone, and Artemis' bow, wrist guard on his arm, and the ring on his finger were all restored.

There are three things spinning down to the surface, a hammer, a long hunting knife, and an eye for the earth.

The hammer was brought out of Salem City by Amon, a weapon he had used in a duel with Apollo; it was given to him by Mayor Dasti when Amon first left Duke town as a teenager, and Amon used it to cut off one of Antonio's fingers in the Temple of Delphi. As for the eyes of the earth, it was given to Amon by the old madman Nietzsche himself.

There's a record of the old lunatic's research into all sorts of magic and his many experiences in his life. Only when Ammon's information theology breaks through certain boundaries can the corresponding content be read, and the information disappears when it is read. Now there are only the last two magical messages left in the eyes of the earth: the scene of Amon, a teenager, kneeling in front of Nietzsche; and the line Maria once wrote on the wall and wiped off - "Amon, my name is Aikoo. ”

These things fall out of the air, indicating that Ammon is not fleeing, but is no longer a god, and that all the objects he carries will spill out. But the Lord of Heaven did not fall, because the angels' senses were clear, and his soul-inspired kingdom of angels still existed in immortality. So, where the hell is Amon?

When silver shoots gold, the Olympus gods and heavenly angels shout uncontrollably, with surprises in their voices and horrors in their voices. Everyone could see clearly that Amon had never returned fire or used any means to recruit him, and that he had been defeated by an astonishing arrow of Artemis powers.

This golden light condenses into the form of God as Amon transcends immortality, integrating himself with the spirit's body and mind, and containing his cultivating powers over the years. Golden light is scattered, meaning the power is cut off, and he needs to refresh in order to regain the power of the past. But it's not only that simple, Amon disappeared in front of the gods and angels, not walking, not diving, not even stepping into the void.

In such circumstances, Amon can only seize an opportunity to avoid a falling fate by reintroducing himself into the circle with this law of respect. In fact, that's what Amon did, and he's back in the world, just like Aphrodite, who was shot down by his arrow.

The angels heard Amon's voice in their souls.

“When I'm not here, what's the real guide to faith? … when I forget all of this, I can go for real stripping! … remember today's covenant that I have made not only covenants with the gods, but also covenants with you and more with the spirits of man. … guard the kingdom of heaven and the Garden of Eden and wait for my rebirth and return. ”

If Amon doesn't want to, he won't, and even if he doesn't want to fall on Artemis, he can launch a retaliatory strike to block the arrow. Yet he watched as the silver shuttle came, the magic spread, and returned to the circle of rebirth. There are no more gods in the world who can strike like this, and if this is Amon's ready choice, Artemis is a perfect arrow.

Everyone was stunned, especially Zeus, with a shocked look at those three fallen objects, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the sky and the ocean, yet he could no longer see Amon. With a glimmer of light, Mu Yun, holding the Ivy Staff, had appeared in the position where Amon had just disappeared. He put up three things that were falling towards the sea and looked at Artemis without a word.

Artemis stared at the sea for a long time, holding a silver bow in her hand, her shawl dropped on her arm, and no one knew what she was thinking. So quiet, I don't know how long it's been.

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