Saint Seiya Evil Skull

How exactly should this thorny problem be solved? This truly troubled Alberich, leaving him feeling as if his head was about to explode. The simplest and most direct solution was undoubtedly to find another evil dragon and allow Jagufrid to be infused and baptized by its power once again.

However, in the current situation, where could one possibly find such an evil dragon? Forget about a full-grown dragon, even finding a dragon egg would be incredibly difficult, a near-impossible task.

Whether they're gods or saints, any human being's heart often presents an Achilles' heel. Of course, it's not as prominent and obvious as it is with Shiryu and Jagufried. If we carefully observe Seiya's Pegasus Meteor Fist, we'll see that he also inadvertently reveals the location of his heart when he unleashes it. So why were these two the only ones targeted?

Poor Jegufried, who once possessed an enviable immortality, had inexplicably developed a fatal weakness. Worse still, he lacked the ability to relocate this weakness, and could only watch helplessly as it became a target for the enemy. These two pathetic creatures!

Oh, it’s so worrying!

Under such circumstances, there are only two options left in front of people: one is to rack his brains to find ways to try his best to enhance the defensive ability of the magic armor on the heart of Jigufulie's body; the other is to make corresponding adjustments and improvements to his most proficient moves.

Regarding the second point, Jegufuli has been working tirelessly over the past few years and has achieved a certain degree of progress and change. Of course, this is like modifying the internal martial arts manuals in martial arts novels; the difficulties and obstacles involved are beyond words. Especially for a skill as powerful as Jegufuli's Snowstorm Twin Dragon Fist, modifying it is incredibly difficult.

Thanks to his natural talent, Jagufried had only made minor adjustments to his Snowstorm Double Dragon Fist over the years. However, even these small adjustments had significantly improved the safety of the technique, achieving remarkable results.

Furthermore, it's worth mentioning that Jegufulie has also devoted himself to practicing the Iron Shirt technique that Albelici brought back from the mysterious land of China! After this period of diligent practice, Jegufulie's own defense has been significantly improved.

In terms of strengthening the Divine Battle Armor, it was, after all, a legacy passed down from Odin, the once-mighty King of the Aesir. Whether it was Odin's unfathomable power or the invaluable combat experience he had accumulated over countless years, it far surpassed what Albelisi could achieve.

Furthermore, given the current level of technology and capabilities of the Asgardians, they simply didn't have the conditions to modify the Divine Battle Armor. Furthermore, ever since the Divine Battle Armor was bathed in Andreas Reese's blood, it was bound to undergo some miraculous and beneficial transformations.

You know, Albelis was able to rely on his mortal body to practice hard to reach the extraordinary realm of the ninth sense - Amoral consciousness. This is a world of difference from Odin, who was born as a god.

However, Alberich was filled with doubts at this moment. He didn't know if the blood flowing through his body possessed the same magical effects as the blood of the gods. Despite this, holding onto a glimmer of hope and deep concern for his fellow God Warriors, Alberich carefully cut his finger while no one was watching, letting a few drops of crimson blood drip down, splashing accurately onto the God Warriors' armor, which shone with a mysterious light.

After doing all this, he prayed silently with great anticipation, hoping that his blood could really bring some unexpected help and improvement to the God Warriors' God Fighting Armors.

Thinking of this, Alubelisi thought of his own divine clothes that had changed in size. In order to avoid causing unnecessary suspicion and speculation from others, Alubelisi always carefully stored it in his own unique storage space to avoid exposing his strength in advance.

As for helping to modify special skills, this is not very reliable. Everyone has different understanding of special skills and personal habits. What others submit is more for reference, otherwise the power is bound to be greatly reduced.

Albelisi thought about it again and again and decided to make something similar to a heart-protection mirror for Jegufri, and give him an additional layer of protection. As for the rest, it all depended on Jegufri's fate.

Over the next few days, Alberisi transformed himself into a diligent worker bee, frequently shuttling between the vast warehouse filled with precious ore and the bustling forge. Even the dedicated forge, meticulously crafted for Alberisi and lying unused for years, was now ablaze with activity, humming with activity. This sight left everyone in the forge speechless, their jaws dropped.

"Hey! What do you think is wrong with this guy Alubelisi? He suddenly thought of doing blacksmithing for no apparent reason? Has he been subjected to some major stimulus?" The one who dared to say this was of course Hagen, who was at odds with Alubelisi.

Seeing Albelisi going back and forth between the warehouse and the forge, many staff members murmured among themselves, filled with suspicion. Faced with this sudden change, everyone was completely bewildered and filled with questions.

Finally, Hagen, who was more familiar with Albelici, couldn't contain his curiosity. He strode towards Albelici's forge and stood at the door, his eyes fixed on the figure inside, who was wielding a hammer with all his concentration. Albelici was now hammering away at the object before him, repeatedly and forcefully. Sweat dripped down his forehead, splashing onto the hot iron, making a sizzling sound.

Hagen patiently observed for a long time, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see what Alubelisi was forging. Finally, he couldn't help but ask, "Hey, Alubelisi, what's been going on with you lately? You've been coming to our forge like a possessed man all day. And what on earth are you banging away at with all that clanging? I've been staring at it for a while and I can't make out what it is!"

Hearing Hagen's question, Albelisi's weathered face instantly flushed, like a ripe apple. Anger welled up in him, and he slammed the heavy forging hammer aside with a dull thud.

At this moment, Alberich realized that he had oversimplified the matter. Originally, he had ambitiously wanted to personally forge an extremely sturdy breastplate for the brave and fearless Jegufrid, in order to demonstrate his superior skills and deep friendship with his comrades.

However, things went against his wishes. After several days of hard work, he found that his forging skills were terrible. Under his hammering, the piece of cold iron not only failed to take on the basic shape of the heartguard, but instead became grotesque and unrecognizable.

Thinking of this, Albelisi felt immense shame and regret. He secretly wondered if he had devoted himself to learning blacksmithing techniques with Hagen, had spent less time slacking off and more time studying and refining his craft, perhaps he wouldn't be in such an embarrassing situation now. Unfortunately, time couldn't be reversed; past mistakes had already been made, and he could only face reality.

"Ahem!" In order to hide his inner embarrassment, Albelisi cleared his throat and said calmly, "Actually, I've been idle recently, and suddenly I remembered that I not only have the important responsibility of being the director of the forge, but also have the responsibility to continuously improve my skills. So, today I came here specially to take a look, and by the way, experience the forging process myself, and try to make a heart-protection mirror to see." After saying this, he secretly glanced at Hagen, hoping that the other party would not see through his embarrassment.

Upon hearing this, Hagen approached with interest, carefully examining the dark, oddly shaped "heart mirror" in front of Alubelisi. It was neither round nor square, with jagged edges and a cratered surface, as if carelessly kneaded by a playful beast. Hagen frowned, puzzled, and asked, "So... is this really the heart mirror you're talking about?"