Greece brings evildoers

Seeing this lustful goat coming straight in, Apollo immediately showed a sneer of victory, and leisurely opened his mouth to announce the conditions.

"This time we will compete in the way of standing upside down..."

Hearing this, Pan subconsciously touched his goat horns and his face changed drastically.

Playing with his head on the ground would not cause much hindrance to Apollo playing the lyre, but it would be completely different for him to play the panpipe.

The airflow, posture, and technique will all change drastically.

For masters of the same level, the subtle difference is enough to see the difference.

Moreover, this subversive playing method.

I thought it was just a contest of skills, but I didn't expect that the dignified God of Light would actually play rogue tactics in public.

Realizing that he had been fooled into a trap, Pan was about to refuse, but Apollo turned his head to look at the audience below the stage with a very friendly smile.

"Everyone, do you want to see who will be the final winner of this unique performance?"

For a moment, the villagers cheered and responded, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

The words that Pan wanted to regret were forced back into his throat, and he could only bite the bullet and accept the challenge.

But the result is obvious.

The upside-down Apollo not only played a beautiful song fluently, but also switched the style to a country tune familiar to the mountain people.

On the other side, Pan's performance was a mess. Not only did he need to distract himself to maintain the stability of his body, but he also had to explore new ways to control the airflow, which caused the originally smooth melody to fluctuate and intermittently, like a ghost crying, and even worse than an ordinary second-rate musician.

Faced with such an obvious gap, Midas, as Pan's loyal disciple, was still stubbornly standing up for his idol, trying to use the grace he had just shown to encourage the villagers and help Pan turn the situation around.

"Everyone, I think Pan's music is more beautiful. If anyone thinks the same as me, please vote for this great musician!"

Apollo was also surprisingly angry at such blatant bias.

He immediately walked in front of Midas and sneered, "You fool, you want to comment on things you don't understand."

While speaking, the god of light suddenly grabbed Midas' ears and pulled them hard: "This way, your hearing will be better."

Midas hurriedly used both hands to touch his ears that were pulled so hard, but he felt a furry touch from his hair.

Through the reflection in the wine glass, he suddenly saw a pair of donkey ears on his head.

For a moment, Midas, who was ashamed and angry, rolled his eyes and fainted directly.

"Who else needs my help to correct their hearing?"

Apollo on the stage glanced at the audience around him, his eyes cold.

Under the vast pressure of the gods, the mountain people of Arcadia trembled and hurriedly threw the stones in their hands to the jar representing Apollo.

Seeing that Apollo directly used threatening means, Pan, who was still holding a glimmer of luck, suddenly realized that there was no possibility of a comeback. He immediately turned red and angrily accused.

"I protest! You are cheating!"

"This is a competition you voluntarily participated in. You chose the venue and the audience. Everything is fair! Now according to the results of the vote, I won!"

Apollo looked at the helpless and furious Pan in front of him, threw the laurel wreath in his hand at the sheep face that made him disgusted, and snorted contemptuously.

"Then the previous agreement is void. Get out, bastard!"

The merciless humiliation and the believers who fainted on the ground made Pan, who was humiliated, grit his teeth. It seemed that there was a ball of heat surging in his chest.

Gradually, anger and unwillingness gathered in his eyes and turned into a touch of hysterical madness.

"Bang!"

A dull roar exploded on the stage. Pan pushed the power of [Extreme Speed] to the extreme, turned into a residual image, rushed into the Muses under the stage, and stretched out his hand to grab the goddess he liked.

Since the God of Light is playing tricks, he won't pretend!

No one can take what I deserve from me!

However, just when Pan was about to succeed, the Muses in front were suddenly knocked away, and a familiar figure was stuck in front.

In an instant, the two of them bumped into each other.

"You~!"

Pan looked at Lorne who suddenly appeared in front of him, shocked and angry.

However, before he could threaten him, Loen's eyes revealed a subtle smile, and he bumped into Pan's chest without leaving a trace, forcing him back several steps.

"You're looking for death!"

At the same time, a sinister roar came from behind.

A sharp arrow of light broke through the air and penetrated the goat's head, detonating it and blasting it into pieces of meat.

The headless corpse staggered a few steps with a drunken pace, and then fell down with a plop. The golden red blood from the neck continued to splash out like a fountain, sprinkling on the surrounding soil.

As the strong smell of blood spread, the mountain people gathered here woke up as if from a dream, screamed in fear, and fled in all directions.

Faced with the sudden bloody change, Artemis, Nymphs and Muses all looked at Apollo in shock, who was taking action in public.

In the chaos, Apollo looked at the longbow in his hand and the body of Pan, which had stopped twitching. His boiling blood instantly cooled down, and he could not help but stand there in a daze.

He just wanted to teach the stupid sheep a lesson, not to really kill him...

At the scene, no one noticed that strands of golden mist were seeping out of Pan Shen's corpse and pouring into a certain figure through the earth.

Just as the God of Light's brain was in chaos, the golden mist was drained away, and the necklace that rolled down from God Pan's broken neck shattered, and a beam of golden-red blood shot straight into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the wind howled, Hermes, wearing a winged hat, flying shoes, and holding the Shang Scepter, quickly rushed to the sky, overlooking the tragic scene on the ground, as well as the headless corpse of his son Pan, and couldn't help but look at it. The canthus is about to split, and he is roaring with grief.

"A-po-ro!"

Immediately, the extremely angry Hermes used the power of [Extreme Speed] to the extreme, raised the Merchant Staff, and rushed towards Apollo as the murderer.

However, a golden arrow that pierced the air hit Hermes' feet, and Artemis stepped forward to scold him.

"Stop it, it was Pan who made the first move. He is not as skilled as others, and he also wants to hijack my brother's muse!"

"So, you guys just killed him?"

Hermes asked angrily while holding Pan's headless body.

"That was an accident!"

Artemis immediately defended her brother, trying to clear Apollo of responsibility.

When faced with the cross-examination, Apollo also straightened his face and responded with a cold snort.

"He asked for it!"

For a moment, Hermes, who was speechless, showed grief and anger on his face, and kept saying.

"Okay, okay! You brothers and sisters have two mouths. I can't speak to you, so I'll ask Father God to judge!"

As he spoke, the divine envoy banged the Shang Shen staff heavily on the ground, and countless murmurs were carried to the entire world along with the breeze.

As the god of messengers, Hermes is not only responsible for delivering messages, but also keeping secrets. He is Zeus's most loyal cover when he is having an affair.

But now, his son was killed, and Hermes was so angry that he no longer bothered to hide it for the father.

He wanted to seek justice for himself and for his son who died tragically.

Within a moment, thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and flashing arcs of light converged into the figure of Zeus over Arcadia.

Seemingly because he was disturbed from his affair, the god-king listened to Hermes' cry, looked down at the bloody scene and the miserable corpse of Pan, and looked at Apollo displeased.

"You went too far. Apologize to Hermes..."

"I'm not wrong, he asked for it."

However, this unruly male god ignored the steps given by the Father God and stubbornly held his head high.

Seeing that his son was so disrespectful to him, Zeus, who wanted to make peace with him, did not get angry. He still maintained his demeanor and spoke calmly.

"Well, let's do this. Tomorrow morning, I will formally convene a theocratic meeting to make a ruling on all matters. Since you think you are right, let the gods judge together."

Apollo nodded happily, summoned the Muses around him, glanced at Hermes who was glaring at him, and walked away.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Artemis had no intention of staying any longer. After giving Hermes an apologetic look, she pulled Lorne and the nymphs around her and headed back home.

"Father God, you have to make the decision for me!"

Looking at Zeus walking down the clouds, Hermes could no longer control the grievance in his heart and cried angrily towards the father god.

"He dared to kill my son today, and he might dare to kill you tomorrow..."

Zeus glanced over, and Hermes' accusation stopped abruptly. He wisely closed his mouth and said nothing more.

After a moment of silence, the God-King of Olympus looked at Pan's headless body and his tone softened.

"Okay, you can go back, and I will definitely give you justice tomorrow."

Hearing this, Hermes immediately nodded fiercely, hugged his son's body, and left the scene.

Looking at his two sons with completely different attitudes before and after, Zeus narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of gloom in his deep eyes.

It seems that some people really need to take a beating.

At this moment, Lorne, who was mixed among the nymphs, felt a tremor in his head. The familiar rolling sound of the twelve-sided dice came from the altar, and the golden oracle revelation emerged.

"[The Death of God Pan], completed."

"[Twelve Blasphems] Current progress - 3/12..."

Then the golden oracle decomposed, outlining a vivid [goat] shadow, embedded in the third roulette wheel.

Very good, you can condense the third incarnation by going out for a walk, it's worth the trip.

Thank you Lord Apollo for the sheep head, and for taking the blame.

Lorne lazily stretched his waist and looked at the gloomy God of Light in front of him. His subtle eyes passed over the muses around him, and the corners of his lips curled up in pleasure.

Then, the next step is to repay you.