Saint Seiya

Pavlin stood up and saluted.

"Yes, thank you!"

At this time, sand fell from the ceiling, and Pavlin saw two figures falling from above. The soldier Kedou came down first. He was completely **** and could not speak. The person next to him was Rongdou.

"What's the matter? Who is this guy?"

"It's the scout of the fighter, I caught him and questioned him!"

Zilong turned around and asked.

"What about the conclusion?"

"This is a trap. They deliberately lost in various places. Let the Saint Seiya rescue everyone, so we can predict that we will concentrate refugees in this Palaestra!"

Zilong smiled.

"As expected, everything is exactly as the Pope expected. However, the enemy of course thinks that we are in their tactic, but they don't know that it is them who are in the trap."

The prey hit the trap, and Zilong was very happy.

"The mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind" is exactly what this means.

"Lord Zilong, what should we do now?"

"You go and gather the other Saint Seiya first, don't let them all mess up, then it's my job!"

Zilong's confident face, because this matter was completely predicted, Yu Xing has prepared everything for him, and whoever wins at this time can hold the key to the morale of the "Holy War".

◇◇◇

In the forest outside the school, there was a carved fighter in a dark red robe standing on a tree, with curly green long hair, looking very arrogant, and holding a small wooden branch in his hand.

Below is a large group of carved fighting soldiers, as well as Thebes, the third-level carving fighter from before, who was walking at the forefront, and the man on the tree suddenly spoke.

"I order you as the 2nd grade fighter Agil, start marching!"

The army of carved fighters kept coming here. From the forest in front, there were many troops, many times more than the number of Palaestra. And a soldier guarding the school shouted after finding out.

"It's a fighter!"

◇◇◇

in the city of Pallas.

Pallas sat on the throne, and in front of him stood two men in robes and trench coats, one with green hair, a Titan. A redhead, Hyperion.

He was looking at a small crystal ball next to him, which mirrored the Palaestra situation, and the Titan came over.

"Hyperion, you used this detour strategy to make the Saints gather on purpose."

"It's too much trouble to defeat the bugs. After gathering in the same place...kill! This method is more efficient, right?"

"Hmph, what a bad taste! I look forward to your excellent results!"

Titan followed, and Hyperion turned back.

(We'll see what my subordinate Egil can do later!)

◇◇◇

A few people from Guangya who sensed the situation also ran up to the top of the school with their holy suitcases on their backs, and looked at the enemy who greeted them at the main entrance. A large group of fighters said as they walked.

"Pallas! Pallas! Pallas"

It kept talking like this.

"Carved fighters? What a number!"

"Hey, it's over there too!"

Cang Mo looked to the right and said so.

"Palaestra is surrounded"

"Ah, those guys are going to cross the bridge"

Longfeng and Subaru also began to worry, and now they must be vigilant in this situation.

After the door was destroyed, the army of carved fighters walked in step by step from the stone bridge.

"Come on, everyone!"

Guangya was the first to speak.

"Ah, we are also ten times stronger than usual, how can we let those guys do whatever they want!"

"Fight them head-on!"

Everyone is very willing to fight, and no one is afraid.

"—No, no matter how many people can get out of here!"

Such a voice came from behind them.

"Purple Dragon!"

The one who spoke was the commander-in-chief Zilong.

"Dad, why is this?"

Long Feng also did not understand.

"Then what should we do?"

"It was expected that the fighters would attack here. They thought we were caught in their trap, but they didn't expect that the Pope would be able to see through their consecutive hands. It was the Pope's intention that I told you not to move. Just watch it here, I want to let the engraved fighters come back with a big defeat this time.”

Walking to the front of Guangya, Zilong's body flew up like a sky, not jumping, but surrounded his whole body like air resistance, like a dance in the sky. First he flew up high, and then quickly fell into the arena. A golden figure appeared on the stone bridge, and the fighter stopped immediately. When Zilong landed, the wind seemed to blow gently under his feet, and he stood firmly.

"How come, one person is too messy"

"Wait, Bare Tooth. I'll leave it to Daddy first, we have to trust him!"

"Dragon Peak!"

"Yeah, we've already seen the power of Mr. Zilong when he was in the zodiac. It's not an opponent that can be defeated by the number of fighters."

Yuna was convinced.

Zilong stood firmly there, the wind blowing his cloak fluttering.

"As long as you are fighters, you can't move forward. There is uncontaminated land ahead. It is the school run by Athena, the goddess of war who is in charge of peace on earth. No one of you will be allowed to enter. The golden saint Libra's purple dragon will let you. All buried here!"

He stretched out his finger, and the golden light shone out. The power of the Light Speed ​​Fist instantly knocked down the half-carved fighter who stepped on the stone bridge from the front to the end.

And Thebes, who was standing at the forefront of the hammer, the demon attack, looked at it.

"what?"

It is probably impossible to believe this fact, it is so powerful with a single finger.

"Battles are not determined by numbers, so keep that in mind!"

Zilong told them so.

At this time, he remembered what Tong Hu taught in Wu Laofeng in the past. After accepting Tong Hu's teaching, he will definitely be stronger than him in the future, and the disciples he taught may be stronger than him in the future, and his The disciple will also become stronger again.

Repeating like this, one day there will be someone who is the ultimate goal of the Saint Seiya. This is "Let the Heart of the Leaf", Zilong now fully understands this truth. Thinking of these memories, he who had surpassed Tong Hu a long time ago couldn't help but warm up in his heart. And when he was in the zodiac, he had taught young saints, and now there is nothing to teach.

Just to fight as a model, to fight the enemy with one heart.

"--let's go!"

Seeing this, Thebes shouted.

The engraved fighters rushed up, took up weapons in their hands and stabbed. Zilong's right hand lightly drew a half circle, and a thing that looked like a gossip became bigger to block their attack, and then locked everyone. This gossip is like an enchantment to seal the enemy's actions.

Not only was the engraved fighter unable to move, but his power was gradually disappearing.

"Surrounded!"

Thebes shouted again.

Dozens of carved fighters surrounded Zilong and kept laughing. Zilong didn't move, his body shone with golden light, and the small universe burst out. A very powerful momentum instantly sent all the encircled fighters flying far away, all of them were injured and fell into the lake.

"Vulnerable, no matter how many people there are, I can't even touch my body!"

Furious, Thebes picked up his hammer.

"—Meteorite Summoning, "Demon\'s Hammer" (Demon's Hammer

The hammer flashed and he hammered it down. It landed like a fiery red meteorite, and it knocked down the Silver Saint Seiya's trick with a single blow.

Zilong snorted coldly, and with a finger, the small universe he sent out was easily blocked, and the meteorite stopped in his hand.

"Always only a third-level fighter, and this is the power of the weapon, not your power!"

"I...I, treat me as a weak person?"

This probably hit his heart, for an existence like "weakness".

"That's right!"

Zilong was rude, waved his hand, and the meteorite hit Thebes head-on.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

With a shout, he was knocked to the ground and rolled a few times.

"asshole!"

Last but not least, insult your opponent.

"Weapons are always borrowed power. If you don't train yourself, you will fall down even if you can't take your own tricks!"

Not even warming up, Zilong said coldly.

The bronzes above are all happy faces.

"Amazing, I knocked down so many fighters in one fell swoop."

"As expected of a purple dragon!"

After Cang Mo was Rong Dou, who admired Zilong's strength. But in the battle of the Zodiac, he was far more than that.

Thebes below lay on the ground, and then barely knelt on the ground, when a voice came from behind.

"Retreat, Thebes! Not a match for a third-level opponent!"

He turned around, and it turned out that it was the second-ranked fighter who was hiding in the tree and led the army of fighters, and he went to the front of Thebes.

"My subordinates seem to be taking care of you"

"Are you the commander? The fighters are not educated, right? They don't have enough eyes to see through the strength of the enemy, so they come up regardless of the difference in strength!"

Zilong criticized them, in fact, all the fighters were like this.

"Nonsense, your big mouth can only end here!"

The man picked up a small wooden branch in his hand, flashed light in his hand, shattered the wooden branch, and turned into a huge red wrist in his right hand.

"In front of me, a second-level engraved fighter, Egil the Gauntlet and Phantom Arm..."

"In that case, let me see it! The power of a second-class fighter..."

Zilong showed a very interested expression. After speaking, he waved his right hand, and a stream of water turned into a water dragon.

"Psionic · Hand! (Psionic Hand

Egil shouted, and a thing of the type of psychic power came from his hand, but the water dragon sent by Zilong hit it but couldn't get in.

"Oh, it looks like it's not just talking!"

Zilong praised slightly.

"The weak Psychokinesis that human beings are born with is my weapon, the power of 'Phantom Arm' that amplifies it to the limit!"

Egil said confidently.

"I see, but what's the point of not being able to destroy my attack at this level?"

It's not like asking a question, but saying it casually.

"Who says it can't be destroyed!"

With a sneer, Egil raised his right hand.

"Take it, 'Phantom Claw' (Phantom Claw

Suddenly a stronger force came out to suppress the water dragon sent by Zilong, and then the water dragon was completely destroyed and disappeared.

"My 'Phantom Claw' can crush anything in this world!"

Attacks keep coming towards Zilong.

"You Saint Seiyas can't beat us Ketchum"

"Not always!"

Zilong raised his right hand to block his attack, but it gradually came to him.

"Does that mean it can crush anything?"

"Ah, of course. There's nothing that 'Phantom Claw' can't destroy, not even the golden cloak made by Orichalcum!"

"Want to try it?"

After Zilong sneered, he put his hand down, completely intentional. Egil's attack wrapped his entire body, and the ground kept compressing into a hole. But Zilong's body didn't even move, he stood steadily, nothing happened, but the cloak behind him was broken.

"How about this?"

Zilong's expression has not changed at all, and he is still full of confidence.

"No...Impossible, I was attacked by the 'Phantom Claw' from the front, and it's okay?"

A smile appeared on Zilong's face.

"With this level of power, I don't need to use my own small universe at all. The holy clothes are enough to resist this weak power!"

After he finished speaking, a fiery red light suddenly appeared on Zilong's body, as if the energy of the flame surrounded his body.

"that is?"

"The constellation of our golden saints is above the ecliptic. It has been shining around the sun since the age of mythology, so the power of the sun is stored in the holy garment. Now, the Pope has channeled that power, we The outer circumference of the golden holy garment is protected by a coronal flame of one million degrees Celsius. The core of the holy garment has a high temperature comparable to the center of the sun, which can generate infinite solar power. Any attack can be bounced off. If you want to penetrate the sun's armor, you must You only need to have power that is several times stronger than that of a golden saint. What you are doing now is to crush the sun, do you think it will be useful?"

The holy clothes will continue to evolve with the changes of the times. The golden holy clothes can also be called "sun armor", and ordinary weapons can't touch their bodies at all.

Like this, the weapon in Egil's hand was suddenly very hot, and then the whole was surrounded by fire. In his panic, the weapon was all destroyed by the flames at once, and the attack naturally disappeared, but he was harmed instead.

He shouted and took a step back.

"Impossible, the golden cloak has such power!?"

"It's not the problem of the holy clothes, it's that you underestimate my purple dragon of Libra. I said before, you all have no eyes to see through the power of the enemy, this little trick is in front of 'us'... even scratching the itch Can't do it!"

The so-called "we" refers to the few of them who are known as "legends".

"Look at the engraving on your body!"

Zilong sneered again.

Egil was startled and looked down. Cracks appeared in his carved clothing.

"this is?"

The carved clothes turned into pieces and fell to the ground, all of which seemed to be split by a sharp steel knife, and the people present were stunned.

"How...how? My carved clothes..."

"With your second-level strength, you can't even touch my toes. The gap between us is too big to be considered a winner at all. That's it!"

Zilong's confident words made Egil feel the terror he had never felt before, and he couldn't escape now if he wanted to.

(This feeling of heavy pressure is... what? The body... can't move!)

A terrified look appeared on Egil's face.

"Victory or defeat is always decided by the small universe, you...too weak!"

For him, Egil's strength is far inferior to other golden saints, not to mention the opponent is the legendary saint Zilong.

The battle is overwhelmingly superior.

◇◇◇

in Pallas City.

Seeing the defeat of his army from the crystal ball, Hyperion, who was behind the scenes, was furious.

"Egil, how dare you embarrass me...!"

He waved his right hand, and a red great sword emitted a strange red light, slowly rising, and then suddenly disappearing.

The space moves elsewhere.

◇◇◇

Palaestra.

Suddenly something landed between them in the sky, and there was a "bang" shaking.

Egil blocked the dust with his hand, and then looked in front of him, surprised, only to see a big sword appearing in front of his eyes.

"Oh, this... is this? Lord Hyperion's holy sword, are you going to lend it to me?"

Described as the excitement that could not be expressed as joy, Egil was overjoyed and walked up slowly.

Zilong narrowed his eyes, watching the sword.

(It turned out to be... [Holy Sword]. What is that? The unknown power I felt from that sword! Could it be...)

Zilong, who was thinking in his heart, guessed something.

When Egil saw the sword appear in front of him, it was naturally with the permission of his superior, and he immediately showed confidence.

"Saint warriors, this is the holy sword of destruction—'Heaven and Earth Breaking Slash', the sword of destruction that can destroy everything..."

Guangya and others were all shocked. Its name alone was so shocking, not to mention that it had not yet unsheathed.

"Then, it's the second round!"

Egil made a declaration.