章 363: Gong Of Death

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A drop of sweat fell down on the ground from Apollo's forehead as he stared down at Dreamer's golden pupils.

"Yo-You are not a God?" He muttered.

"Not yet."

"Then this power… How?"

"I wonder it myself."

Apollo gulped. He was lying on the ground, while Dreamer stood in front of him. He could move but for some reason, his instincts screamed to stay still or run away.

'Now I understand why that Demon ran away.' Apollo thought.

"Don't be afraid, God. I will let you stand up." Dreamer said and moved back.

Apollo still didn't move.

"Get up." Dreamer commanded.

Apollo jolted and instantly got up.

Dreamer smiled. "You really are a wimp. Just a few moments ago you were acting all high and mighty but now you are obeying my orders. Diablo really wasn't your son. He was no wimp."

Apollo flinched. 'What the hell am I doing!? Snap out of it!'

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He slapped himself.

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