"Can you even call yourself a god?"
Bell angrily shook off Hermes's grip and pointed straight at Apollo's nose.
Making a hero refrain from using his Xianjing was ridiculous enough, and now they wanted the Hestia Familia, with its single member, to fight a War Game against the far more numerous Apollo Familia.
"Bell, I'm touched that you'd act on my behalf, but I never said I would refuse."
Roland looked indifferently at Apollo.
"An opportunity to openly hold the defeated party's life and death in your hands is very rare, you know."
Looking into Roland's utterly cold crimson eyes, Apollo instinctively felt a chill in his heart, but his own wavering soon sent him into a humiliated rage.
Why should he fear a human?
Although the Divine Rules prevented the gods from using divine power, they still possessed divine majesty. Ordinary humans could not even conceive of harming a god in its presence, much less act on it.
Even the Dark Familia, which had previously wreaked havoc, had not truly inflicted casualties on the gods. Once a god suffered a fatal wound, their divine power would activate on its own and send them straight back to Heaven.
Being in the lower world was like a game to the gods, yet he had actually felt afraid of a human?
So furious that he laughed, Apollo looked at Roland. "In that case, you're going to accept? Don't say I'm being unfair. You can decide both the time and the place. The Apollo Familia will see this through to the end."
"Aren't you all already wearing your equipment? Why bother putting on an act?"
Roland wore a mocking smile, the curve of his lips growing wider.
The next instant, a crimson streak suddenly shot from his fingertip, swiftly cutting through the air