My Summons Are All Gods

"Ares, pass it other people now," Jerry said calmly. He wanted to let these people adapt to the battle between Third Order Godly Monarchs. There was no such thing as letting Ares fight all the opponents by himself. If that was the case, how would the others gain experience from the match?

Furthermore, the difference in strength between the Divine Spear dynasty and Ares was too big. To Ares, these people would only give him limited improvements.

"Your Majesty, I think I can still fight!" Ares scratched his head and said. He had no intention of going down.

"If your Majesty wants you to go down, then go down. Don't tell me you want to disobey his majesty's orders again?" A figure who was bathed in sunlight jumped onto the stage and said to Ares with an unhappy expression.

"Apollo, stop talking nonsense. When did I ever want to disobey his orders again? Am I not asking His Majesty?" Upon hearing Apollo's words, Ares panicked. He looked at Jerry guiltily, he knew that he had been on the bench for a long time.

How would he dare to disobey an order again? However, Jerry did not have the slightest intention of agreeing to his request. The smile on his face grew wider and wider. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Ares, who was still standing on the stage.

Ares knew that it was probably impossible for him to have another fight. Moreover, it was highly likely that if he did not hurry up and get off the stage, he would be even more miserable than last time.

Without hesitation, Ares, who had thought this through, immediately jumped off the stage dejectedly. He was afraid that he would incur the wrath of Jerry if he delayed for even a second longer.

Apollo, who was on the stage, glanced at Simmons, who was seriously injured on the stage. After watching the battle below the stage, he naturally knew how powerful Simmons was. If it was not for the fact that his opponent had just been restrained by Ares' second level domain, he probably wouldn't have lost.

Whether it was his own strength or battle experience, Simmons wasn't weak. In fact, Apollo had always wanted to fight Simmons. Only by fighting a strong opponent could he display his strength and gain some insights.

However, the current situation was definitely not good. Just as Apollo was about to open his mouth, Ares had jumped onto the stage again.

This time, before Apollo could speak, Ares came to Simmons' side and said with a smile, "I'll make room for you guys!"

With that said, he led Simmons off the stage.

Unlike Ares, who was still full of vigor after the fight, the heavily injured Simmons could not move at all on the stage. He could not even walk off the stage.

Meanwhile, the people from Divine Spear dynasty could not take the initiative to go up and receive Simmons. They were not familiar with Simmons to begin with. Furthermore, Lu Zian was angry at his failure. How could he send someone to fetch him? This would result in Simmons remaining on the stage after Apollo leaped onto the stage.

Apollo glanced at Jerry, who nodded slightly. He was already used to Ares and Jerry.

Seeing that Jerry did not blame him, Apollo knew that his battle could begin at any time. However, after looking at everyone in the Holy Spear dynasty, Apollo shook his head in disappointment, for none of these people fit his expectation.

"You can send anyone up!" After getting Jerry's permission, Apollo said casually.

Hearing this, Lu Zian was delighted. They had lost the first battle, but if they still lost this time, the situation would be even more difficult.

Now that the opponent asked them to choose anyone, they naturally wouldn't refuse.

"Harrison!" As soon as Lu Zian finished his words, a voice was heard.

"Understood!" A short figure squeezed out from the crowd. At this moment, everyone saw that this person was not short, but had a hunchback due to some reason. His entire body was bent into a ball.

It was as if there was a turtle shell on his back. Moreover, there were strange warts all over his face, and some of them were even broken. Black-green thick juice flowed out from those warts.

Not only did Jerry and the others look uncomfortable, but even the people from Spear dynasty who saw this person also distanced themselves from that person. At that moment, their eyes filled with deep fear.

That hunchbacked guy slowly walked onto the stage, and when he saw such an ugly guy coming up, Apollo's eyes filled with a deep disgust. He had always been confident in his own beauty, he had a deep disgust for ugliness that came from the depths of his soul.

However, he was the one who had asked the other party to choose a random person to come up. If he went back on his words now, those people would think that he was merely surrendering in disguise, which would be an even more unbearable humiliation for him.

He would definitely not allow such a thing to happen.

It seemed that he could only end this battle as quickly as possible. Fighting with such an ugly guy was undoubtedly a form of torture for him.

It was unknown whether that fellow named Harrison also knew what Apollo was thinking or if he had other ideas. He had just stepped onto the stage and did not wait for the bell to ring when he immediately distanced himself from Apollo.

"Dong!" The distant bell rang. Apollo did not hesitate at all, for he wanted to end the battle as soon as possible. He did not hold back at all. A light rose up from his hand; it was so dazzling that everyone could not look straight at him.

Countless rays of light shot towards the ugly little old man.

Compared to the strange sight of Ares' blood fog, Apollo's attack was more upright and upright. It was as dazzling as the sun.

"It looks like a show... No, this is not a show. Who are you trying to show off by making it look like this? Do you think there's a dance party?" Ares, roared below the stage. He had always looked down on these fancy things, just like when he was fighting against Simmons. He kept attacking crazily, and only when his fists hit the flesh could he feel the excitement of battle.

In the face of Apollo's attack, the short old man cackled. As he waved his hand, streams of gray fog rose up. When Apollo's attack entered the gray fog, it was like a stone sinking into the sea and disappearing without a trace, without stirring up a single wave.

"Hahahaha!" Below the stage, Ares laughed out mercilessly, "Can you do it or not? At first, you looked so confident. I thought your attack was strong, but in the end, it didn't even make a sound."

Initially, on the stage, when Apollo saw the grey mist that continued to spread, his heart was filled with wariness. After all, he had witnessed Ares's blood mist before. If he was not careful enough, he might be suffused with the desire to kill within the fog.

Even if one isolated oneself from the fog, one would still be affected by it.