Chapter 161 If you dare to kill sheep today, you will dare to kill people tomorrow! (Completed at 7k a day)

Seeing the lustful goat coming straight in, Apollo immediately smiled with a confident smile, and spoke leisurely, announcing the conditions.

"This time we will compete by performing in an upside-down manner..."

Upon hearing this, God Pan subconsciously touched his goat horns and his face changed drastically.

Playing with his head on would not have been much of a hindrance to Apollo playing the lyre, but it was quite different for him playing the pan flute.

Airflow, posture, and technique will undergo drastic changes.

When two masters of the same level compete, subtle differences are enough to determine the outcome.

What's more, this is a subversive way of playing.

I thought it was just a contest of skills, but I didn't expect that the dignified God of Light would resort to such shameless tactics in public.

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

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

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

Any words Pan wanted to say were forced back into his throat, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet and accept the challenge.

But the result is obvious.

The inverted Apollo not only played the beautiful music fluently, but also switched the style of music to the country tune familiar to the mountain people.

On the other hand, Pan's performance was a mess. Not only did he need to concentrate on maintaining his body stability, but he also had to explore new ways to control the airflow. As a result, the originally smooth melody became intermittent and unpleasant, like a ghost crying. It was not even as good as that of an ordinary second-rate musician.

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

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

Apollo was extremely angry at such blatant bias.

He immediately walked up to Midas and said with a sneer, "You fool, you want to comment on something you don't understand."

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

Midas hurriedly touched his ears which were pulled so hard that they hurt, but he felt something furry in his hair.

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

For a moment, Midas was so ashamed and angry that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Is there anyone else who needs my help correcting their hearing?"

Apollo on the stage glanced at the audience around him with a cold look.

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

Seeing that Apollo had directly resorted to threats, Pan, who had originally held out a glimmer of hope, suddenly realized that there was no possibility of a comeback. His eyes immediately turned red as he angrily accused.

"I protest! You're cheating!"

"You volunteered to participate in this competition. You chose the venue and the audience. Everything is fair and square! Now according to the voting results, I won!"

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

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

The merciless humiliation and the believers who had fainted on the ground made the god Pan, who was humiliated, grit his teeth and feel as if a heat was 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, and Pan pushed the power of [Speed] to the extreme. He turned into an afterimage and rushed into the Muses below the stage, stretching out his hand to grab the goddess he liked.

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

No one can take away from me what I deserve!

However, just when Pan was about to succeed, the Muse in front was 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, and was surprised and angry.

However, before he could threaten him, Loen showed a subtle smile in his eyes, and 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 went straight through the goat's head, causing it to explode and turn into minced meat.

The headless corpse staggered a few steps with a drunken gait, then fell to the ground with a thud. The golden-red blood from its neck spurted out like a fountain, sprinkling onto 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 turn, Artemis, the nymphs and the Muses all looked at Apollo in shock as he took action in public.

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

I just wanted to teach that stupid sheep a lesson, I didn't really want to kill him...

At the scene, no one noticed that wisps of golden mist were seeping out from the remains of Pan, flowing through the earth and into the body of a certain figure.

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

Then, with the wind howling, Hermes, wearing a winged hat, flying shoes and holding the staff of business, quickly rushed to the sky, overlooking the tragic scene on the ground and the headless corpse of his son Pan. He couldn't help but roar in grief and anger.

"Ah, Bo, Luo!"

Then, the extremely angry Hermes used the power of [Speed] to the extreme, raised the Scepter of Mercury, and rushed towards Apollo, the murderer.

However, a golden arrow pierced through the air and nailed Hermes' feet, and Artemis stepped forward and scolded him.

"Stop! Pan was the first to attack. He is inferior in skills to others, and he wants to kidnap the Muse under my brother's command!"

"So, you killed him?"

Hermes asked angrily while holding Pan's headless body.

"It was an accident!"

Artemis immediately defended her brother and tried to absolve Apollo of responsibility.

Facing the questioning, Apollo also kept a stern face and snorted in response.

"He asked for it!"

In an instant, Hermes, who was speechless, showed grief and anger on his face and said repeatedly.

"Okay, okay! You two siblings have two mouths, and I can't argue with you. So I'll ask Father God to judge!"

As he spoke, the messenger of God slammed the Staff of the God of Commerce heavily on the ground, and countless whispers were transmitted to the whole world along with the breeze.

As the messenger god, Hermes is not only responsible for delivering messages, but also able to keep secrets. He is the most loyal cover for Zeus when he is having an affair.

Now that his son was killed, the extremely angry Hermes no longer cared about hiding the truth for the father.

He wanted justice for himself and his tragically dead son.

In a short moment, thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and flashing arcs of light gathered into the figure of Zeus above Arcadia.

As if because his affair was disturbed, the king of gods listened to Hermes' crying, looked down at the bloody scene and Pan's miserable corpse, and glanced at Apollo unhappily.

"You've gone too far. Apologize to Hermes..."

"I'm right, he asked for it."

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

Seeing that his son was so disrespectful to him, Zeus, who wanted to smooth things over, did not get angry. He maintained his composure and spoke calmly.

"Then let's do this. Tomorrow morning, I will formally convene a divine council 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 sending an apologetic look to Hermes, she took Lorne and the nymphs around her and went home.

"Father God, please make the decision for me!"

Watching Zeus walking down from the clouds, Hermes could no longer control the grievance in his heart and cried angrily to the father god.

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

Zeus glanced over and Hermes' accusation came to an abrupt end. He shut his mouth tactfully and said nothing more.

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

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

Hearing this, Hermes nodded vigorously, holding 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, and a hint of gloom appeared in his deep eyes.

It seems that some people really need to be punished.

At this moment, Loen, who was mixed in with 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.

"【Death of Pan】, completed."

"Current progress of [Twelve Blasphemy]——3/12..."

Then the golden oracle disintegrated, outlining a vivid shadow of a goat, which was embedded in the third roulette wheel.

Very good, I can condense the third incarnation by just going out for a walk, it’s worth the trip.

Thanks to Lord Apollo for the sheep's head and for taking the blame.

Loen stretched lazily and looked at the gloomy God of Light in front of him. His subtle gaze swept over the Muses around him, and the corners of his lips curled up in pleasure.

So, the next step is to repay you.

(End of this chapter)