As soon as Victor finished speaking, the audience's eyes naturally turned to the three gods behind him.
Everyone understood that Victor's remarks were directed at those gods who had not chosen to betray him.
To Victor, the three gods in the center of the arena were unforgivable traitors.
When it comes to traitors, Viktor has only one method—to exterminate them all.
People generally have a strong aversion to traitors.
They are opportunistic, wavering in their stance, and difficult to trust.
Sometimes, they even betray their alliances to protect themselves and pursue their own maximum interests.
Once labeled a traitor, this label is like a brand in steel, forever etched on their reputation.
Regardless of their motives or their ultimate choices, they will be universally despised.
No one wants to accept a potential betrayer, because the next victim could be themselves.
However, when the audience saw the three gods fall to the ground under Victor's intense magical attack,
From a rational perspective, these abhorrent entities should be punished.
But from a human perspective, people yearn to place all their faith in these three deities.
Hopefully, they can rise again and regain the strength to fight Viktor.
After all, everyone is still clear-headed.
They realized that Victor was the real enemy.
In the eyes of humanity, these three gods who betrayed Viktor were the ones who voluntarily chose the light of justice.
In this way, whether they are still traitors is no longer important.
These betrayals are insignificant in the face of the greater crisis brought about by Victor.
That's human nature.
Even if they are traitors, as long as it benefits them, they can accept betrayal.
Just when the atmosphere in the entire arena was so tense it was almost suffocating,
A gust of wind rose from a corner of the arena, swirling and ascending into the air.
Transformed into a soaring eagle, it swept across the bustling audience seats.
The surging waves brought a long-awaited coolness to this vast and towering stadium.
The heatwave dissipated with a single blow, and everyone instantly felt as if they were immersed in a cool lake, their hearts refreshed.
Although the sky remained clear and the sun was still blinding.
The earth, baked by the high temperature, revealed its original dusty color.
The vast land cracked, revealing a complex network of deep fissures.
Subtle ripples appeared on the surface of the soil, as if the earth was constantly releasing scorching heat, and white steam filled the surroundings.
Along with this breeze came the actions of the three gods behind Victor.
Artemis was the first deity to have any physical actions.
She jerked her arm, tightening the longbow, and flicked her fingers lightly.
At the same time, an incomparably sharp, emerald green arrow shot out from the bow, transforming into a high-speed flying arrow that headed straight for Apollo in the distance.
The surrounding wind and waves seemed to add a touch of invisible power to the arrow.
Bang!
A loud sound of soil cracking and rocks vibrating suddenly erupted in the arena, clearly audible to all the spectators.
The emerald green arrow pierced the ground beneath Apollo's feet with perfect accuracy.
The ground immediately cracked open, forming a series of meandering, dynamic fissures.
Apollo's eyes widened as he stared at the shimmering green arrow hurtling towards him. A chilling aura rushed towards his face, startling him.
Instinctively, he shuffled backward, desperately pushing off the ground with his legs, wishing he could escape the range of the arrows as quickly as possible.
As the arrow pierced deep into the earth, and the deafening roar of rocks and ground cracking echoed in his ears, he was momentarily dazed.
He swallowed hard, shakily raised his head, looked at Artemis, and heard her disdainful sarcasm:
"Ha, now that you've become human, you don't even know how to lift a bow and arrow anymore?"
"Isn't this also what you're best at?"
Artemis knew very well that
In her memory, Apollo began practicing with a bow and arrow even earlier than she did.
His hunting skills were equally outstanding.
Unfortunately, despite Apollo's equally skillful abilities...
It was she, not Apollo, who was revered as the goddess of the hunt.
While his heart trembled, Apollo steadied himself and took a deep breath.
Then, under the influence of divine power, his hands gradually formed a silver longbow similar to Artemis's.
Seeing this, Artemis was extremely satisfied and coldly said:
"Very well, pick up your weapons, and let's have a fair fight."
"Remember, I won't go easy on you."
The next second, she gripped the bowstring tightly again and gently bent the bow.
The bowstring was taut.
A stream of emerald green light circled around Artemis's bow, converging into a gleaming green arrow that was incredibly sharp.
It makes perfect sense for Artemis to choose Apollo as her opponent.
At this moment, the battle between the two had already begun fiercely.
Meanwhile, four gods remain in the arena.
Athena gave the choice to Hephaestus, letting the taciturn blacksmith make his own decision.
Finally, the blacksmith raised the newly forged curved blade weapon.
He limped toward the goddess of love, who, even in her decline, remained beautiful and captivating.
When Aphrodite regained her divinity, she did not show much emotion when facing Hephaestus.
Although she knew perfectly well that the man in front of her, her nominal husband, was after her.
"Our relationship was a predetermined mistake."
"But I always believe and expect that we can make it right."
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