Can You Fake a Match Properly?! 3/3
Samael snorted and charged forward, ready to teach this God of Light a lesson.
Just as Apollo raised his bow and nocked an arrow, a cold, explosive shout came from behind the ancient serpent.
"Next! Use this!"
At that moment, Medusa immediately swung the Scythe of Time, delivering the weapon to Samael.
The ancient serpent nodded in tacit agreement, raised its hand and summoned the void behind it. The pitch-black scythe transformed in mid-air into a dark spear about ten feet long, with cross-shaped conical blades on both sides.
At the same time, for easy gripping, magic transmission and anti-slip, the gun body has snake scale-like threads.
Seeing this, Apollo leaned back, aimed at the center of the sun, and shot his arrow into the sky.
In an instant, the golden Sorcery Array rose and spread, transforming into a ten-meter-long halo that enveloped the surroundings.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
In an instant, a massive amount of ether surged wildly into the halo above, and countless golden-red arrows condensed from the sun's radiance rained down upon Samael.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
After obtaining his beloved gun, Samael exuded a chilling and mysterious aura. Amidst the ear-piercing sonic boom, his body left a series of afterimages as he flicked his wrist, sending black arcs of light slicing and sweeping across the room.
"My body is like a jewel, untouched by dust or dirt, unharmed by sharp arrows—I evade arrows and protect myself!"
At that moment, golden light flashed in the ancient serpent's eyes, and it solemnly chanted, inheriting the Word of Destiny from the one-third of the Fate Tablet. This stirred up a spiraling, penetrating whirlwind around it, and even the few fish that slipped through the net under the spearhead could not touch Samael at all, and were all blown away.
A sharp metallic clang rang out, and Apollo's arrows, along with the rain of arrows above, all missed their mark, unable to penetrate even a foot into the target's range.
So flexible? That's really tricky!
The God of Light on the Golden Chariot grew increasingly grim, activating his divine core in preparation to deliver a severe blow to his opponent while he was busy dealing with the rain of arrows from the sky.
"Kid, you're not even moving? Aren't you a bit too confident?!"
However, with a cold snort, the ancient serpent mastered the angle and rhythm of the arrows, and quickly leaped into the air, moving through the rain of arrows unscathed like a fish, leaping dozens of meters in a single bound.
Immediately, the jet-black spear, wreathed in eerie light, tore apart the halo of the Shemesh and slashed its way towards the unmoving sun chariot, its sharp edge aimed directly at Apollo.
Seeing that their opponent was advancing rapidly and had already closed to within two steps of the Golden Chariot, the nine Muses' expressions changed slightly. They immediately clasped their hands together in front of their chests and chanted a high-pitched chord in unison.
"Laaa!!!"
The seven-stringed lyre, harp, tambourine, and flute played in turn, as if performing a poem of praise and encouragement for the hero.
"Buzz!"
Instantly, the air behind Apollo trembled, and the golden Shemesh blazed in all directions. The intense divine power unleashed caused the divine power barrier surrounding Samael to be riddled with holes.
As the raging ether surged forth, the ancient serpent seemed to have been subjected to a barrage of arrows, its entire body stinging with pain, and its movements involuntarily came to a standstill.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Apollo drew his bow and nocked an arrow. The shimmering arrow seemed to absorb all the light around it. When the power was concentrated to its extreme, a golden rainbow stretched across the sky.
"Conceptual filling, light is born from darkness, and God comes from the devil!"
My might is above, your power is below! — Divine Mandate, Judgment!
Samael remained calm under pressure, pursing his lips and uttering a cold, nasal sound. His lips and teeth moved rapidly as he silently uttered the Word of Mandate, defining the suppression of divinity and light in the name of anti- Messiah and demonic darkness.
In an instant, the Cross Spear ignited with dark black flames. The sharp tip pierced the intense light, causing the space to collapse and most of the so-called radiance to be instantly corrupted.
Gather under the radiance, goddesses!
"Aaaa!"
The Muses composed soaring arias, bestowing various buffs upon Apollo, washing away the surrounding encroaching darkness, and granting the protagonist, the god of light, a stage for his solo performance.
At that moment, the six golden warhorses, their blood surging, raised their heads and neighed, carrying their masters as they charged toward the invading enemy.
At close range, Apollo discarded his bow and drew his sword, like a comet falling from the sky, crashing down on his troublesome opponent in an attempt to defeat him in one fell swoop.
"Boom!"
The two forces collided, and arcs of jet black and blazing white light exploded and flew everywhere, turning all the trees and rocks within a mile radius into dust.
Faced with the impact force like a comet crashing to the ground, Samael was sent flying backward, his feet carving out a furrow dozens of meters long in the ground before he finally came to a stop.
"So it turns out it's not one-on-one, it's 1v10?"
Samael looked up, frowned, and hummed softly. His chest heaved as he exhaled the stale air from his body and slightly shook his somewhat sore arm.
Friends and family playing a friendly match is fine, just going through the motions, but are you serious?
Look at your sister Artemis, all 20 Combat Nymphs are here, and she won't let anyone interfere. It's a one-on-one fight, so it's one-on-one. Can't you learn something?
And you? You brought nine dedicated healers and you want to take me on one-on-one? Have you no shame!
Yes, that doesn't even include the six horses next to you!
The ancient serpent muttered to itself, looking disdainfully at Apollo in the smoke and dust.
At this moment, above the cone-shaped crater in the center of the battle, the sun chariot's light dimmed, and the nine Muses attending it slumped over, their faces pale.
Apollo, looking disheveled, turned pale upon hearing the taunts from the other side and was speechless.
Moreover, even if it's a group fight, what's even more embarrassing is that 10 against 1 still lost!
When the dust settled, Medusa was shocked to find that the gloomy-looking God of Light was raising his left hand and pressing down on his right arm, continuously using his divine power to purify it, attempting to dispel the black mist remaining on the wound.
His golden longsword also fell into the sun chariot, its light dimmed and its mournful cry never ceasing.
Ha, if you use a bow, with the help of the Nine Muses, you might be able to hold out for 40/60.
Employment agencies should exercise restraint, but they should also be selective in their staff and, more importantly, assess their competence!
With your self-taught swordsmanship, abandoning the bow for a sword, using the short to attack the long, and trying to charge at me at close range, you probably don't know what a real battlefield is, do you?
Uh, right, it seems you haven't really seen many large-scale battlefields.
The New and Old God Wars, as well as the earlier Titan rebellion, were all thanks to your father Zeus; you only got to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
No wonder that as soon as Zeus went out, Typhon, King of Divine Monsters to Olympus and was able to hang you with his hammer.
Compared to these pampered theorists, Samael, as a practical practitioner, possessed a natural advantage in both strength and psychology. His imposing aura intimidated Apollo, who was at a disadvantage, and he dared not act rashly.
"Boom!"
Meanwhile, Athena, worthy of being called the War Goddess, also figured out Artemis's tactics and made a close approach, then did something unconventional.
Under Artemis's astonished gaze, the Goddess of Wisdom abandoned her Goatskin Divine Shield and broken bronze spear, unleashing a Pankrasian attack that not only knocked away the opposing arrows but also nearly made the unsuspecting Goddess of Hunting vomit acid.
The outcome was decided. The proud Artemis angrily rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury, her clenched teeth grinding together.
The 20 Combat Nymphs sensed the wrath of the god they served and instinctively assumed an attack stance. Medusa, who was monitoring the power opposite her, immediately had her pupils contract and her Mystic Eyes activated.
Just as the atmosphere had begun to ease, tensions rose again, and a conflict seemed imminent.