[Greek mythology] Apollo's counterattack plan

When Apollo thought about it, his face softened, and he said: "Since that's the case, I won't argue with you anymore. I wanted to beat you up. Now I won't do it myself. You can go to the temple by yourself." , obediently let Pythia beat her up, it’s enough to beat her until she vents her anger.”

Hercules smiled gently: "Actually, if you want to beat me up yourself, I have no objection. Even if you hit me, I won't necessarily hurt. I'm afraid the hand you use to hit me will hurt instead. "

This sounded strange, but Apollo ignored him and said, "I don't want to hit anyone now, so I'll let you go."

He didn't want to admit it was because it was inconvenient to hold the chicken with both hands.

Hercules smiled flatteringly: "Stop fighting? Let's talk about the big cock, shall we?"

"What's the matter with the big rooster?" Apollo said vigilantly, "Didn't you send it as an apology? Of course, if you want to go back on your word, you can just return it to you. I don't care about it."

"No." Hercules smiled honestly, "Since you accept my chicken, you have accepted my courtship."

Apollo's eyes widened in surprise, "What did you say? What does this mean?"

Hercules said: "This is the custom throughout Greece. If a man falls in love with another man, he will give him a big cock. Once he accepts it, it is equivalent to agreeing to his courtship. Here ,That's what I did just now, since you accept it, then you agree to my request."

"Is there such a magical custom? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Yes, I didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, just ask any man."

Apollo immediately felt a headache, let go of his hand, and let the chicken flap its wings and run away.

"You see, it's gone now, so I didn't accept it, or if I accepted it, I regretted it."

Hercules' eyes flickered, and the expression on his face suddenly changed. He was no longer gentle and honest, and said in a strong tone: "I don't care. You have accepted it, so you can't refuse it."

"So what if I refuse." Apollo was terrified when he saw it, and touched the silver bow.

Hercules saw his movement, but showed no fear.

As a Hercules who shot Hera in the chest with an arrow, defeated the god of war Ares, and harvested the heads of countless giants, the gods are not terrible. Even if Zeus came in person, he would dare to follow He called the board.

So he just thought about it for a while, and rushed towards Apollo.

The distance between the two was very close, and before the long-range shooter had time to aim, he hurriedly shot an arrow, but Hercules sideways avoided it.

Apollo wanted to shoot the second arrow, but it was too late, he felt a weight on his body, and was thrown to the ground, as if a stormy sea was set off in his heart.

This guy has such great strength that even the drunk Dionysus and Ares, who has revealed his true strength, are probably not his opponents.

In just a split second, Apollo was firmly pressed down by his opponent, his clothes were torn, and he touched his whole body.

His lips were also blocked by him, and his tongue was numb for a while.

Hercules' movements were so violent that it seemed as if he was going to swallow him in his stomach.

It's over, the young man is going crazy again, Apollo secretly groans, and bites down regardless.

Hercules immediately sensed his attempt, and retracted his tongue in time, but the skin on his lips was bitten.

He regained consciousness all of a sudden, stopped his hand movements, touched his lips, and said aggrievedly: "You bit me."

Panting, Apollo looked at this guy who changed from a lunatic to a shy young man in a second, and said, "So what if I bite you, if you don't let me go, be careful and I will send you to Hades."

"But, you accepted my cock, you agreed, why did you still bite me." Hercules said blankly.

"It's all said that I don't know, I don't know, it's just a misunderstanding, it doesn't count." Apollo didn't know what to say to this stubborn guy.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he saw the veins on Hercules' forehead twitching, and his expression changed drastically, a foreshadowing of going crazy again.

Apollo didn't dare to provoke him, so he quickly comforted him: "Wait a minute, calm down, okay, I agree, but look, the chicken has run away, you go and chase it back."

He was already afraid of this young man who switched between a normal person and a madman at will.

Heraklas's expression returned to normal again, his eyes sparkled with excitement, he blushed and smiled sweetly at him, and said, "Okay, wait a minute, I'll chase it back right away, when the time comes, can you Don't reject me again."

Apollo coaxed: "Sure, sure, let's go."

At last Hercules let go of him, turned happily, and walked in the direction where the rooster was fleeing, humming happily.

When Apollo didn't see him, he slipped and ran away.

Who knew that he just moved a step, and Hercules looked back as if he had eyes behind his back, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was sad or angry.

"You want to run away!" He said in a declarative and accusatory tone.

Apollo hurriedly said: "No, I don't want to run away, I just want to sit under the tree over there."

In order not to anger that guy, he tried his best to use a friendly tone, feeling aggrieved in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Hercules was not fooled this time, his eyes were still wide open, and flames seemed to spew out from his eyes: "You are lying, you obviously want to escape while I am not paying attention."

Apollo was angry, snorted, and simply said: "Yes, so what if I want to escape, since you have said so, then I will go openly and see what you can do."

As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored the foolish young man and jumped up, trying to escape from the sky.

Hercules roared angrily, picked up the spear beside him, and threw it at Apollo who had already flown a certain height.

Known as the God of Hercules, he was so powerful that no one could match him, but he was also one of the most accurate. He hit Apollo on the shoulder and nailed him to the trunk of the big tree behind him.

A burst of severe pain came, and Apollo's eyes blurred in pain, and he couldn't help crying.

Whether on Olympus or in the world, who dares to be so rude to him, who has the ability?He has never suffered such a big loss until now.

However, this is not the end.

Before he could pull out the spear on his shoulder, Hercules rushed over, uprooted the big tree, and laid it sideways on the ground.

Naturally, Apollo also fell to the ground. Affected by the impact, the spear penetrated deeper into his wound. He screamed in pain again, tears welled up in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and forced him back.

Hercules ran over and knelt beside him on one knee, but instead of pulling out his spear, he gently stroked his forehead, wiping off the cold sweat one by one, with a heartbroken expression on his face.

"Does it hurt? Does it hurt?" He asked, his voice soft.

If he hadn't done what he did just now, then at this moment, his behavior would be no different from a man who loves his lover.

Apollo was in so much pain that he couldn't even speak. He just breathed in and gave him a gloomy look.

He didn't want to talk to him, he just thought about how to alleviate this unfortunate situation.

The pain in the shoulder felt like it was about to split.But he didn't even have the strength to pull out the spear, let alone how to get rid of this powerful madman.

Hercules didn't get his answer for a long time, and he wasn't angry. He just stroked his eyebrows with his fingers, and kissed him again and again.

"This is Ares' spear, not a mortal's weapon." He explained in a low voice, "I fought him before, defeated him, and then snatched his weapon. So, you Might suffer a little. Probably won't have the strength to escape."

Apollo suddenly couldn't figure out whether the bastard was really crazy or fake, and he saw at a glance that he wanted to pull out the spear and try to run away.

Partly to show weakness to Hercules, and partly because it really hurts, Apollo began to gasp, calling out in a low voice: "It hurts, it hurts."

Hercules looked at a loss for a moment.

I had to bend down and kiss Apollo constantly, "Hold on, hold on, it will be fine soon."

He grasped the other side of the spear, and with a sudden force, he pulled it out.

Apollo screamed in pain, and blood flowed from his shoulder like a fountain.

Hercules immediately leaned forward and pressed his tongue against the bleeding wound, as if trying to block the blood.

Even in the midst of intense pain and anger, Apollo had a little bit of a laugh.

It was the first time he had seen someone heal like this.

"No, it won't work like this," he said struggling, "use my magic medicine."

After speaking, he took out a handful of herbal medicine with great difficulty and handed it to Hercules, asking him to apply the medicine to the wound.

Unexpectedly, the kid took the herbal medicine, and suddenly said: "You are the god of medicine, the things on your body must be very good. If I rub it on your wound, will your strength recover immediately?"

Apollo didn't expect him to be so shrewd. After a pause, he said: "No, there is no such effective medicine. This can only relieve pain, and it's too early to recover strength."

He spoke as calmly as possible.

Unexpectedly, Hercules groaned, did not move at all, suddenly grinned, and said, "Do you think I am a three-year-old child, I let you coax me around."

Apollo was speechless, so he could only look up at the sky, how could this kid be soft and hard.

Hercules put away the medicine and didn't heal Apollo's wound, but stayed at his wound and sucked more blood out.

As a result, he soon lost a lot of blood and became dizzy for a while.

He gritted his teeth and thought, no, he can't be bullied like this anymore, otherwise, even if he can't die, he will lose a lot of divine power.

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