Saint Seiya Evil Skull

"You, a bunch of reckless Saints, have the audacity to trespass into my Temple of Poseidon and wreak havoc. You are simply courting death! Since you are so determined to die, I, the Sea King, will show you mercy and personally escort you to the Underworld to reunite with Athena as soon as possible!" Poseidon roared, his eyes wide open and his face grimacing. His voice, like a bell, echoed deafeningly in the empty hall.

"Poseidon! You evil wretch, let go of Miss Saori immediately! Otherwise, all of us Saints will not give up and will defeat you completely!" Milo shouted indignantly. He clenched his fists, radiating a strong fighting spirit, his gaze fixed on Poseidon.

"Hmph, you are just a few little Saints, and you think you can act so arrogantly in front of me, the Sea King? You are really overestimating yourself! Open your eyes and take a good look. The Sea King's Trident in my hand contains endless divine power, which is enough to easily crush you ants! Die!" Poseidon sneered contemptuously, then waved the trident in his hand. A powerful energy wave suddenly surged out and swept straight towards Milo.

"Scarlet Poison Needle!" Facing Poseidon's fierce attack, Milo showed no fear, unleashing his most proficient Scorpio technique. Countless crimson rays of light shot out from his fingertips like lightning, piercing the air with a piercing sound as they shot towards Poseidon.

However, shockingly, Milo's unique skills seemed so insignificant before the terrifying power unleashed by Poseidon's trident, unable to withstand the slightest bit. In an instant, Milo was like a kite with its string cut, violently sent flying by the trident's immense impact, crashing heavily into a distant stone pillar.

Binghe, standing nearby, watched Milo suffer a heavy blow, his heart blazing with rage. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and shouted, "Golden Flame Whirlwind Fist!" With his roar, a dazzling golden flame condensed before him, quickly transforming into a violent tornado that roared towards Poseidon.

However, Poseidon ignored Hyohe's all-out display of skill, not even offering the slightest resistance or evasion. He simply stood there quietly, his lips curled slightly in a disdainful smile. When Hyohe's "Golden Flame Whirlwind Fist" struck his mystically shimmering divine robe with a resounding "bang," the whirlwind of flames instantly dissipated, and Poseidon remained unharmed, as if the blow had been but a gentle breeze.

"Binghe, is this your strength? You are so insignificant in front of me, Poseidon." The ice on Poseidon's body shattered instantly. At the same time, Poseidon picked up the trident of Poseidon and struck Binghe, who was instantly knocked away.

"Hyohe, go and try to rescue Miss Saori! I'll hold Poseidon here!" Milo gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground. Although the wounds on his body were still bleeding, he looked at Hyohe with incomparable determination.

"But..." Binghe looked at the scarred Milo, his heart full of worry and hesitation, as if he wanted to say something.

"There's nothing to worry about! Let's go!" Milo shouted anxiously, his voice a little hoarse due to his injuries.

At this moment, Poseidon laughed wildly: "Hahaha, you two think you can rescue Athena? What a foolish dream! Since you are so ignorant of the danger, I will be kind enough to send you to accompany her! This is the end of disobeying me, prepare to die!" As he said, he suddenly increased the energy output of the Trident of Poseidon in his hand, and saw a dazzling blue light like a surging wave, sweeping towards Milo and Binghe with an overwhelming force.

Seeing this, Milo stepped forward without hesitation, unleashing his remaining cosmic energy to attempt to withstand the terrifying force. However, the disparity in strength between the two was too great, and the immense force instantly broke through Milo's defenses, striking him hard. Simultaneously, Binghe was not spared either, being sent flying dozens of meters by the powerful force.

Milo felt a sudden blackness before his eyes, his body ripping apart in excruciating pain. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he flew backward like a kite with its string cut. Binghe, on the other hand, tumbled several times in mid-air before collapsing to the ground in a heap, unable to rise for a moment.

Despite being a Gold Saint, Milo's strength was relatively weak among all the other Gold Saints, especially in terms of offensive power. His specialized skills tended to defeat foes through precise acupuncture points, much like the One Finger Zen or Six Meridians Divine Sword in martial arts novels. However, facing the might of Poseidon, the Sea God, these skills paled in comparison to his sheer might, leaving him feeling a deep sense of powerlessness and despair.

However, Hyoga was only a Bronze Saint. Although he could occasionally unleash the powerful force of his seventh sense, the gap between him and the vast divine power possessed by Poseidon, the Lord of Olympus, was undoubtedly enormous.

As for Milo, perhaps out of a strong sense of responsibility to atone for the grave mistake of accidentally losing Athena, or perhaps to defend his supreme dignity as a Gold Saint, he stood firmly before Hyoga time and time again. Because of this, Milo's injuries became increasingly severe, and one shocking wound after another continued to appear on his body.

Finally, Milo's actions completely enraged Poseidon, the Sea God. With a roar of rage, he wielded the trident, a symbol of absolute power and majesty, and lunged at Milo! With a muffled "puff," the incomparably sharp trident easily pierced Milo's shimmering golden armor and pierced straight into his body.

In an instant, crimson blood gushed out of Milo's body like a flood, quickly staining the surrounding ground red. But even with such a heavy blow, Milo still held the trident tightly with both hands, as if he would never let go as long as he had breath.

Faced with Milo's stubborn resistance, Poseidon sneered with disdain: "Hmph, do you think you can defeat me with just this trick?" After that, he did not hesitate to release his right hand holding the trident of Poseidon, and then mobilized all his divine power and swung it forward fiercely.

Suddenly, a terrifying force like a tidal wave surged out, slamming fiercely into Milo's body. With a dull thud, Milo flew backward like a cannonball, landing heavily on the ground in the distance, raising a cloud of dust.

Milo's once fiery and powerful Cosmo was now dissipating at an alarming rate. This unusual energy fluctuation not only alerted Hyoga, who was fighting alongside him, but even Seiya, Aiolia, and the others, miles away, rushing towards the Great Black Pillar, could clearly feel Milo's Cosmo disappearing bit by bit. Everyone was startled, and their pace involuntarily quickened.

"Milo, hold on! We're almost there!" These words echoed in the minds of each of the anxious Saints, as if they could give Milo, caught in such a precarious situation, a glimmer of strength and hope. They gritted their teeth and ran desperately forward, wishing they could reach the giant black pillar immediately. However, despite their best efforts, they were still one step too late.

When they finally arrived in front of the big black pillar, panting, they found that Milo's microcosm had completely disappeared without a trace. Looking at the empty scene before them, a feeling of despair and grief instantly surged in their hearts.