The God of Infinity is invincible

God King Zeus sat on a gold and ivory throne, held a wine glass in his hand, glanced at the gods around him one by one, and said in a low voice after a long time: "According to the arrangement of fate, Paris should not be here Appearing in Troy at this time, he has not grown up yet, and he has not made the judgment of fate, now is not the time!!"

Zeus's tone was not heavy, as if he was talking to himself, but the electric sparks looming in his eyes and the rising momentum on his body showed that the god king's mood was not as calm as it seemed on the surface, especially when sweeping When passing the gods, the meaning of that warning should not be too obvious.

All the gods were silent and did not speak. No one dared to disobey each other when Zeus was serious. He was in charge of the human torch and divine power. One-on-one, no one was the opponent of Zeus, even the other two giants of the gods, Poseidon and Hades can't do it either, even if more than half of the twelve main gods don't betray more than half, no one can shake Zeus' status as the king of gods. Therefore, those who offend Zeus or gods will definitely not end well. If you don't want to become the next Prometheus, At this time, it is natural to express your attitude.

Seeing the reverence of the gods, Zeus nodded with satisfaction. Since the three goddesses of fate were severely injured for unknown reasons, the God Realm has been undercurrents and waves are gradually rising. I was making my own plans, even if he, the king of the gods, couldn't stop this kind of thing, and he didn't want to stop it. After all, as long as no one could threaten his status and power, everything else was just a small matter, and strong suppression would only intensify The dissatisfaction of the gods finally brought about a greater backlash.It's just that Paris's incident this time was too much, causing the fuse to appear in the eyes of everyone before the time was ripe, which would lead the next war to an unknown direction, thus affecting the follow-up series of plans. If one is not careful, it may affect the foundation of the entire God Realm. Zeus cannot bear such serious consequences anyway, so he took the opportunity to beat the gods and tell them not to go too far.

But then Zeus's aura quickly subsided. After all, he had been warned, and he still needed to consult the gods for advice on how to deal with the matter.

"How to deal with this matter? Send Paris back to Mount Ida, or destroy him and choose another fuse?"

Sitting on the throne, Zeus asked the gods indifferently, and when he looked at Mo Wen's projection in the hall, there was a hint of murder in his eyes.

Chapter 12 Arrangements

"How to deal with this matter? Send Paris back to Mount Ida, or ruin him and choose another successor?"

With aloofness and ruthlessness, Zeus in the temple asked the gods for their opinions, his tone and expression were as if Paris was an ant, and he didn't care at all.

The reactions of the gods were mixed, and most of their expressions remained unchanged. After all, Paris was just a mortal who had nothing to do with them, so it didn't matter how they dealt with it. Seems to want to say something.

But before the two of them could speak, a blue-eyed, blond, bright-looking goddess among the gods stood up and said, "Father, I think we should just wait and see how it gets better. Already shot, Paris may not be able to win the archery competition, so the trajectory of fate will naturally return to the original trajectory, it’s just that Paris participated in one more competition, and Paris’ actions are in line with our expectations It doesn't match, it seems that some people made a move secretly, we don't know their purpose, just killing Paris like this, maybe it's what they wanted."

After all, the blue-eyed goddess glanced at Artemis and Apollo sitting next to her, the implication is self-evident. Indeed, as the loser of the Trojan War, who among the gods is the most powerful? If Paris died, it might be the Apollo brothers and sisters, so it is not impossible to kill Paris with the hands of the gods, and from the perspective of Mo Wen's archery skills, it may be possible to teach such a genius Only Apollo, known as the god of long-distance shooting, and his sister Artemis, the goddess of hunting, are actually not only the blue-eyed goddess, but most of the other gods in the temple also think so, and the eyes of each of them looking at the Apollo brothers and sisters are a little flickering .

"Athena, what do you mean?"

Seeing the suspicious eyes of the gods, a flash of anger flashed across Apollo's handsome face, and he was about to explode. Although he, Apollo, really wanted to change the fate of Troy, he had to have the guts. Fewer, but more on the side of the Greeks, especially Zeus was also on the side that supported Greece's victory. This huge power gap made Apollo dare not act rashly at all, and naturally he would not secretly attack Mo Wen. To be suspected and accused by Athena, how could the proud Apollo bear it.

However, Artemis stretched out her hand to hold Apollo, she stood up slowly, and looked at Athena calmly, "Although it is true that Paris should not appear here according to our plan, it does not mean that Someone made a move. After all, there are still many things in this world that even I have not grasped. Maybe this Paris is good enough, so I may not be able to break free from my original destiny."

"Escape from fate"

Athena scoffed at Artemis' point of view. As the goddess of wisdom, she would not underestimate the power of mortals. They may not have such powerful power as the gods, but their wisdom often allows them to do things that the gods cannot do. However, it is absolutely impossible for Athena to believe that a ten-year-old child can grow to this level without anyone's help. No matter how talented a person is, he needs to learn knowledge and experience from other people. It needs the guidance of a famous teacher. This is not something that can be determined by talent. It can only be deliberately arranged by someone.

I didn't know that the so-called Parisner had changed. Athena stubbornly believed that it must be the Apollo brothers and sisters or someone else, otherwise Mo Wen would never have grown to this point, but the battle of Troy has not yet happened. Opening, far before the two sides were tearing their faces apart, she smiled softly, and then sat back in her seat.

"Then let's wait and see. I want to see what's so special about Perseus, whom my sister values."

Following Athena's seat, the hall returned to silence, God King Zeus narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "In this case, follow Athena's suggestion."

In fact, although he said that Paris was going to be executed just now, Zeus was just talking about it. The gods spent a lot of effort on Paris at the beginning. The embodiment of the will of the gods, if the final battle of Troy was started by someone other than Paris, wouldn't it be equivalent to hitting the gods themselves in the face? It would be a great loss to the prestige of the gods, so unless forced to It cannot be reversed, otherwise Zeus will not touch Paris. He needs Paris to live to provoke the Battle of Troy to prove the greatness and omniscience of the gods. He just said that he would destroy Paris just to test it It’s just who is behind Paris. From the performance just now, it seems that Apollo is unlikely. On the contrary, his sister Artemis’ behavior is a bit weird, and she seems to appreciate Paris.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Zeus continued to observe the next situation. As an immortal god, he had enough patience to wait for the black hand behind the scenes to show his feet.

Unaware that he had just walked along the edge of the cliff, Troy Square, and the rest area, Mo Wen encountered another problem.

"You said you made me lose to Hector on purpose"

Looking at the smiling middle-aged man beside him, Mo Wen frowned subconsciously, and unconsciously clenched his bow and arrow.

"No, no, no." The middle-aged man named Antenor smiled. He is thin, but his smile is very friendly. With the white linen on his body, he feels like a grandpa giving treasures, but What he said was very unpleasant, "How can it be said that you deliberately lost to Prince Hector? What are you, a mere savage dares to compare with Prince Paris, who is protected by the gods, I am here It's just to remind you to pay attention to your identity. The honor is destined to belong to Prince Hector, and it will never fall on a pariah like you. Of course, if you are more sensible, we can't give you a little sweetness , the king's bodyguard is still short of manpower, I can introduce it for you."

With an arrogant smile on his face, Antenor looked down at Mo Wen, as if he was convinced of the other party, never thinking that Mo Wen would refuse.

And Mo Wen was taken aback for a moment, then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he laughed lightly. If it was another time, he might really consider whether to avoid the limelight for a while and not collide head-on with the giant Troy, but now he is risking being caught by everyone. The gods have come to participate in the competition against the danger, and he is also afraid of the threat of a few mortals

"Okay, Elder Antenor, I will satisfy you later"

With a bright smile on his face, Mo Wen said in an extremely sincere tone, as if he was really moved by Antenor's words, but his beautiful blue eyes were extremely calm, without even a trace of waves.

Chapter 13 Champion

"How are things going?"

On the high stands, while watching the upcoming finals, King Priam casually asked Antenor who had just returned

Antenor grinned and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I just gave in to that kid by frightening him casually. He's just a savage. How dare you?"

However, before Antenor finished speaking, the referee's voice was accompanied by cheers from the audience.

"Paris, ten rings!"

In the sea-like cheers, Antenor turned around with a livid face, and saw Mo Wen put down the longbow in his hand without changing his face, and then took an arrow from the quiver under his feet. Take it out, set up the bow and shoot an arrow, and then a feathered arrow pierced straight on the red heart of the opposite target, tremblingly nailed to the previous arrow.

"Paris, ten rings!"

Amid the noisy shouts, Antenor's face was a bit ugly, he twitched the corner of his mouth, and tried to explain to Priam: "Your Majesty, that kid is good at archery after all, if he is too aggressive, others will inevitably Noticed"

It's just that the gods didn't seem to understand Antenor's mood. In the next few tens of seconds, Mo Wen shot eight arrows non-stop, each with ten rings, and the hearts of the arrow targets were densely packed. Yes, there is no more gap.

There was a brief silence in the audience, and then a tsunami of cheers erupted. All the audience stood up and shouted Mo Wen's name frantically. They never thought that someone would be so talented. The age of ten can beat most adults, especially Mo Wen was born as a commoner, which resonated with many people, as if they were the ones standing off the court.

However, amidst the crazy cheers, Priam's face was ashen, as if he had been slapped in the face, he glared at Antenor viciously, the reprimand in his eyes was not too obvious, Antenor's face was It was pale, and he lowered his head and did not dare to look at Priam, but when he occasionally glanced at Mo Wen, there was an uncontrollable hatred in his eyes.

But fortunately for Priam and Antenor, things didn’t turn out to be the worst. Hector was worthy of his title of the greatest hero of Troy in the future, and he also shot in the next match. They scored ten ten rings and tied for first place with Mo Wen with a full score, so the two entered the final rematch together to compete for the championship of the archery competition.

Seeing this, Antenor felt a little relieved, wiped the sweat from his forehead, bowed his head a little obsequiously and said: "Your Majesty, His Highness Hector is protected by the gods, and it must be easy to win the next game, your lord Don't worry..."

In fact, in terms of status, Antenor, as a member of the Council of Elders, does not need to be so afraid of the king, but who told him to mess things up just now? In order to restore his position in Priam's heart, his posture at this time Just be as humble as you can be.

It's a pity that this time the archery competition involved Troy's succession to the throne. How could Priam let Antenor go so easily with such a mistake? The middle-aged king glanced at Antenor coldly, With a cold and forceful tone, he said: "What I want is absolute, not presumed!!!"

Antenor's tone was suffocated, even though he didn't think highly of Mo Wen, a wild boy of unknown origin, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel palpitations when he saw the opponent's figure standing quietly on the field holding a longbow. This kind of demeanor, that kind of demeanor, is just like another prince, full of dignity and atmosphere, expecting that the other party will not be able to bear the pressure in his heart and perform abnormally. Even Antenor did not have much expectations for this possibility. As far as archery itself is concerned, this prince is on par with Prince Hector. It's really hard to say who will win.

"I understand, Your Majesty!"

Gritting his teeth, Antenor responded in a low voice before turning around and leaving. Although they can no longer do anything to Mo Wen directly, it doesn't mean that they can't do anything with interference.

Seeing Antenor walk down the stage, and then leave with a group of soldiers, the coldness in the eyes of Priam sitting on the high platform eased a little. He still recognized Antenor's ability, after all, the opponent He is also the veteran who rebuilt Troy with him. Compared with before, he just made some mistakes, and everything will come back under his control. The majesty of Troy cannot be violated by anyone, but when Priam When Si turned around after taking care of everything, he found that his wife Hecuba was watching the arena below the stage in a daze, and her slender eyebrows were tightly frowned.

Thinking that his wife was worrying about Hector, Priam's eyes flashed tenderly, and he stretched out his hand to hold the other's palm, and comforted him in a low voice: "My dear, don't worry, our Hector If he is so outstanding, he will definitely win the final championship. Although that wild boy who doesn’t know where is powerful, how can he catch up with the noble blood of Zeus, the god of heaven? The gods will bless Hector!”

"Ahhh! That's right." Suddenly awakened from the state of trance, Hecuba looked a little flustered. She first casually echoed Priam's words, but the restlessness and anxiety in her eyes did not decrease at all. After a long while, she hesitated and said, "Honey, don't you think this boy who suddenly appeared looks familiar? It seems like I've seen it somewhere before!"

Priam was taken aback when he heard the words. He frowned and looked at Mo Wen who was not far away. In all fairness, the other party was really extraordinary, with high eyebrows and a heroic spirit, which was almost the same as that of the gods in the temple behind him. The statues are comparable, but if you say you are familiar with Priam, you have no feeling at all, because such an outstanding appearance and temperament, if he has seen it before, he will never forget it.

Wait, looks and temperament! !

"Honey, are you worried that this is also a descendant of a certain prince or a god? Don't worry, this is Troy after all, and Hector is a descendant of Zeus, the god of heaven. No one can overwhelm you in this regard." His head!"

Thinking that he understood his wife's concerns, Priam couldn't help but chuckled, because the private lives of the Greek gods were very disorderly, so there are quite a few demigods and descendants of gods in this world. You can bump into an illegitimate child of a god at any corner, and judging from Mo Wen's appearance and ability, Priam would not believe that he does not have the blood of the gods in his body, but because of the large number, it is naturally worthless Well, unless the descendants of the gods are blood relatives within three generations or are noble kings, it is basically impossible to get the favor of the gods, and Mo Wen's savage costume is obviously a small person who has been abandoned, and it is simply impossible to deal with him. Don’t worry about the censure from the gods. After all, Priam is the king of Troy. When it comes to the favor of the gods, no one can compare with him except the kings of Athens and Mycenae!

"No! What I mean is" Seeing that her husband misunderstood what she meant, Hecuba opened her mouth and wanted to explain, but in the end she gave up after thinking of something, "Yes, dear, you are right, we Hector is so good and so brave, he will definitely win! That little guy who doesn’t know where he came from will definitely not be his opponent!!”

With a hard smile on his face, Hekapa clenched his palm unconsciously.

Impossible, that child should have died on Mount Yida long ago, it can't be his, it can't be his

Connected by blood, flesh and blood, as the only relative who has seen Mo Wen's appearance when he was a child, Hekapa felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity as early as the first time Mo Wen appeared, but the rationality in her heart made her ignore this possibility, and Or the guilt in her heart made her subconsciously deny this possibility, so even though she had some kind of premonition in her heart, Hekapa still chose to ignore it and let the situation develop step by step, completely unaware that it was this hesitation and hesitation that made her She brushed shoulders with the truth, and finally brought about an ending that no one had imagined, so that she spent the next few decades in regret.

Who is Chapter 14?

In Troy Square, the noon sun shines on the white ground, which is a bit dazzling and a bit dry. The originally spacious place is full of people, but now it looks much narrower. People sit in the circular square and whisper. Whispering, discussing the victory and defeat, arguing with each other with red faces, but involuntarily suppressing the voice for fear of disturbing the players in the game, that scene is simply extremely interesting.

It's just that Mo Wen didn't understand these things unconsciously. He stood on one side of the arena and looked at the bare target on the opposite side, then felt the faint strangeness behind him, and smiled with his lips pursed.

Behind him, Antenor stood there with a grim face, pulling out and inserting the sharp sword in his hand, repeating the cycle, enjoying it, and at the back, a group of soldiers raised their spears to form a circle. In a circle, the sharp spear tip was pointed at Mo Wen vaguely, and anyone with a little sensitivity could feel the biting chill.

boring trick!

Mo Wen sneered in his heart. He naturally understood what Antenor was up to. It was nothing more than interfering with his game in the name of maintaining law and order. In the eyes of everyone, it was just a slightly strict defensive behavior, but to Mo Wen But it was a silent threat and a premonition of attack all the time. If it were someone with a slightly weaker mind, it would inevitably be affected. In the end, he would lose the championship due to abnormal performance. It is a pity that using this tactic to deal with Mo Wen was a miscalculation. .

Ever since he decided to win the championship even at the risk of being noticed by the gods, Mo Wen has completely entered another state, which is a bit similar to the legend of letting go of himself. Now he thinks about nothing and is not afraid of anything, because everything It doesn't matter, the worst result is a tragic death like the original book, so there is nothing unacceptable, so Mo Wen's only goal now is to win, let alone a few mortals competing with swords, even if it is Even if Zeus stood in front of him holding the Human Torch, he would not be shaken at all.

Glancing at Hector standing beside him, Mo Wen took a close look at the greatest hero in the history of Troy for the first time.

It has to be said that Hector, who inherited the blood of the gods, is still very good, with a sharp face, sunny and resolute, and looks very friendly. Although he is only 15 years old, his figure is already as big as an adult, especially The tense muscles under the bronze-colored skin seemed to contain enormous power, and there was a sense of shock in every movement of his hands and feet.

In the Battle of Troy, the hero's performance was as perfect as his appearance. He fought bravely and decisively. He supported most of the battle with all his strength. He was loyal to his wife and loving to his younger siblings. He defended him until the moment of death. Troy can be said to be a perfect hero.

However, this perfection made Mo Wen jealous, and his heart ached, because it seemed to be telling the fact that he deserved to be abandoned because he was not perfect!

So just let yourself draw an irreparable scar on this 'perfection' forever!

Grinning lightly, Mo Wen spoke for the first time after entering the arena.

"Prince of Troy, even if the gods are on your side today, I will definitely win!!"

Then, in the astonishment of Hector, Mo Wen raised his hand and shot an arrow, which directly hit the bull's-eye.

In fact, this sentence should not be said. Questioning the abilities of the gods is a taboo in the Greek world. The Greek hero Ajax boasted that he could survive the waves caused by the gods. Smashed into the bottom of the sea, smashed to pieces, Marsyas competed with Apollo, but was skinned, Arachni competed with Athena, and turned into a spider. It can also be seen from the side how low the tolerance of the gods for mortal offences is. It is not an exaggeration to say that grievances must be repaid. Mo Wen will definitely be punished for saying this, even if he has a special mission.

It's just that Mo Wen can't control these things now. He just wants to win. Even if the gods appear in front of him, Mo Wen's determination cannot be changed. After two rounds of competition, he has found that the level of archery is not comparable to that of Hector. Up and down, if the two had a fair fight, then he must be the one who lost in the end, because Mo Wen's body is only ten years old now, and after a long time of bowing and archery, the staying power is definitely not as good as that of Hector who is about to grow up, even Hector. Now, after two consecutive rounds of high-intensity competition, Mo Wen's arms are feeling a little numb. If he doesn't overwhelm Hector in momentum first, then he will never have another chance.

And the fact is as expected by Mo Wen. He never thought that there would be such arrogance and self-confidence in the small body in front of him. Shocked, he subconsciously avoided the opponent's eyes.

He was warned by his father to fear the gods since he was a child, and Hector's worship of the gods has long been deeply rooted. Therefore, facing the impact brought by Mo Wen, Hector was completely in a state of ignorance, and the whole person was a bit in a trance. His hands trembled slightly, and he made a mistake in his first arrow, only hitting the eighth ring. Although he quickly adjusted his mentality afterwards, it was obviously too late, and the defeat was irreversible.

Amid the wild shouts of the audience, with seven arrows in a row, Mo Wenjian hit the red heart with a score of 78 points, ahead of Hector's [-] points, almost securing the victory.

In response to the audience's shouts, Mo Wen also took out the ninth arrow first, calmly, and prepared to win another victory, sending Hector into the abyss completely.

Mount Olympus, the gods in the hall were silent for a while, looking at the figure of Mo Wen in the projection, each of them had a gloomy expression. They naturally heard what Mo Wen said to Hector just now, and they dared to offend everyone. The majestic fanatics of the gods, these gods have no favor with the gods.

"He is really a lunatic who does not know the heights of the sky and the earth, Athena, you can arrange it, let him see what the power of the gods is!"

With a light tap of his finger on the golden throne, Zeus spoke directly. There was a faint flash of thunder in his eyes, and his eyes were a little unkind.

Artemis sighed softly when he saw this, and secretly felt sorry for Mo Wen. In terms of skills, this young man is already better than Hector. He knows how to attack the heart, and he is far better than Hector who grew up in the greenhouse. But he didn't know that this world is ruled by the gods, and the gods say that whoever wins will definitely win, and no one can violate it!

"Yes, my father!"

Athena nodded, and saw that she didn't make any big moves. With a slight flick of her finger, a burst of divine power flew out from her fingertips and plunged straight into the world below.

In the square, Mo Wen, who was about to shoot the arrow in his hand, suddenly felt his arms go numb. At the same time, a strong force came from behind him. He leaned forward and shot the arrow before he adjusted his posture again. go out.

puff!

The arrow that flew out still hit the bull's-eye, but what surprised everyone was that Mo Wen's arrow made an unprecedented mistake. It only hit the outer area of ​​the target, only a mere ring!

For a moment, there was an uproar on the field, and everyone started talking about it. No one thought that Mo Wen would make a mistake at such a critical moment. Hector, who was already dejected and ready to give up, was even more excited. With a low drink, he directly Just hit the tenth ring.

81 to 89, the score was reversed immediately, and Mo Wen, who had only one arrow left, was cornered in a blink of an eye.

Chapter 15 Lose?

lose

Looking at the eight targets on the bull's-eye and one target on the edge, this thought suddenly flashed in Mo Wen's mind. Looking back on what happened just now, he could probably guess what was going on, but he didn't No regrets, one is 100% sure to lose, the other is 50.00% possible to win, everyone knows which one to choose, as for now it is just bad luck and encountered the worst result.

And I don't know why in Mo Wen's imagination, he should be very disappointed and resentful now, but in fact his mood is extraordinarily calm, and as time goes by, this calm becomes more and more obvious. The voice seemed to gradually fade away, and even the whole world became blurred. Before he knew it, a scene appeared in Mo Wen's mind. It was the first time he met Artemis, and the other party showed That stunning memory.

The noise in the square gradually rose, and the audience looked at Mo Wen with regret, and felt a little heartbroken seeing the other party's dazed look. Although the young man would have missed the championship if there were no accidents, the other party's amazing performance before won. Their admiration, of course, the heavier the admiration, the heavier the regret in their hearts.

"What a pity, it's only the last step"

"It's still too young to bear the pressure"

"Hey, this is also expected, after all, the opponent is Prince Hector, the darling under the blessing of the gods."

Voices of regret kept coming and going. Although the reasons for the narration were different, it was clear that at this moment everyone believed that Mo Wen would definitely lose.

At the back of the arena, the bronze sword that Antenor had been fiddling with finally retracted its scabbard. He looked at Mo Wen's back and was silent for a moment, then he spat viciously on the ground, "Bah, you damned bastard, you thought it was too much?" As for the hard bones, it turned out to be just a pose.”

Threatening Mo Wen for a long time didn't work. Antenor would not think that Mo Wen couldn't bear the pressure and made a mistake like ordinary people. After all, he had made so many small moves behind his back before, and the other party turned a blind eye. It collapsed, so Antenor thought that Mo Wen's arrow was deliberately released. This kid had succumbed to the king's threat from the beginning. The previous performance was just a weight, to deepen the impression in the king's heart. , So what to do to be noble, made him worry just now, let's see how he will deal with this wild boy later.

Priam on the high platform thought the same way. The king of Troy had recovered from the anger of Mo Wen's consecutive hits on the ten rings, and he showed that high-ranking look again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, But there was a hint of contempt in the eyes he looked at Mo Wen. He didn't say much, but just to appease his emotionally agitated wife, he ordered his servants to bring fine wine and planned to celebrate in advance.

Then, under everyone's attention, Hector raised the bow and arrow in his hand again. He aimed at the target and took a deep breath, preparing to end the game like this. As long as he hits the second ring, he can stabilize himself. Win, Hector doesn't think there will be any accidents.

However, at this moment, Mo Wen, whose eyes were originally somewhat empty, suddenly came back to his senses. He turned his head and looked at Hector with a smile, "Prince of Troy, I said that even if the gods are on your side today , the winner is definitely me."

Similar words, similar eyes, and Mo Wen's expression made Hector's heart tremble slightly, and there was a slight strangeness. He didn't understand why the other party could still maintain this confidence at this point, but this strangeness soon I was pressed in the bottom of my heart, I only needed to hit the second ring, Hector didn't think he would lose

The hand on the bowstring was loosened, and the arrow rushed towards the bull's-eye in front of him. Hector looked at the trajectory of the flight with a smile on his lips. Relying on the feeling of thousands of times of training in the past, he knew that he This arrow must be at least above the eighth ring.

But the smile froze in the next moment, because when Hector made a move, Mo Wen also made a move quickly, and a white lightning shot out from his longbow almost at the same time, rushing towards ahead.

The spinning arrow pierced through the air and caught up to Hector's arrow at a speed that was hard to distinguish with the naked eye. When it hit the air, it bounced off the latter from its original trajectory, and because of the friction between the two, Mo Hearing that the direction of the arrow turned slightly, it flew obliquely towards his own target at a very strange angle.

"how can that be"

Athena, who had been watching the game on Mount Olympus, lost her composure and stood up suddenly. As the God of Victory and Valkyrie, she had already predicted the final result when Mo Wen shot the arrow, but She couldn't believe her eyes, she was just a mere mortal, how could he have such abilities.

The slender palm was raised, and then put down in vain. Athena's expression was a little gloomy. Time was running out. As a god, although she was powerful, she was far from omnipotent. When Mo Wen shot this arrow suddenly, the result was Already doomed.

And there is not only one god in the hall who looks similar to Athena. After all, Mo Wen's wild words and lies have offended many people, and even Zeus's expression is extremely displeased. tight.

In the entire hall, only Artemis and Aphrodite had different expressions. Artemis, who was sitting next to her brother and watching the projection, was taken aback for a moment, and then a flash of emotion flashed in her heart. I never thought that the young man who was a little worse than me not long ago would have such growth under pressure. Because of the angle, such an arrow is more difficult than what she did back then, even if she is the goddess of hunting. I can guarantee that it will be [-]% successful, so whether it is a coincidence or true skill, this arrow shows that the opponent's archery is already on the same level as my own. Considering the age of the opponent, it is not an exaggeration to call it a genius.