Saint Seiya Evil Skull

"Respected Lord Hodel, please spare them. Our Nordic Palace is in urgent need of manpower right now! Although these two ignorant fellows, Jegufri and Miime, have done something wrong, but considering that we still have to rely on them to fight for our Nordic Palace in the future, I beg you to spare them this time." Seeing that both sides were already blood-thirsty, Albelis was extremely anxious and quickly gave Hilda a look.

Hilda instantly grasped Albelisi's intention and hurriedly stepped forward, offering sincere counsel, "Lord Hodel, I hope you will show some mercy. This incident was caused entirely by these two men's recklessness and impulsiveness. They will be strictly disciplined from now on. I believe that after this lesson, they will learn their lesson and be grateful to you."

Hearing Hilda's words, Hodel narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "Forget it! Since even you, the former leader of Asgard, have personally pleaded for mercy, then this god will temporarily let these two ignorant guys go. However, you must remember this: you must never forget the favor I showed you today! If it happens again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

After saying that, Hodel snorted coldly, and the powerful microcosm emanating from his body quickly converged like a tide.

In reality, for Hodel, simply dispatching the two men in front of him would have been a waste of resources. He chose to stop because he wanted to teach Jagufried and Miimei a lesson, so they would clearly understand who truly reigned supreme in this world.

The true purpose of these two people should be to die at the hands of Athena or her brave and fearless Saints. If this could trigger a fierce life-and-death contest between the two sides, ultimately resulting in mutual destruction, that would naturally be the best outcome.

This would not only effectively weaken Athena's power, but also further consolidate the Aesir's absolute dominance in Northern Europe. Thinking of this, Hodel couldn't help but let a barely perceptible sneer curl across his face.

Hodel was utterly engrossed in his own beautiful vision. After carefully restraining his immensely powerful inner universe, he grew even more arrogant and domineering, laughing wildly and looking up to the heavens. His laughter resounded throughout the palace, as if all the gods of the Nordic Asgard were as insignificant as ants in his eyes.

This unbridled ridicule and contempt made the God Warriors including Jagufried and Hagen tremble with anger. They clenched their fists tightly, and their joints turned white due to excessive force.

Everyone's eyes burned with rage as they stared at Hodel fiercely, their hateful gazes piercing him like sharp swords. However, facing these angry stares, Hodel acted as if nothing had happened, not even revealing the slightest concern.

In his mind, these so-called God Warriors were nothing more than tools for him to use. Even though some of them were slightly stronger, they could only be regarded as more advanced tools at best.

At this moment, Hodel knew that his strength had not yet fully recovered to its peak state, but he firmly believed that as long as time passed, when he was completely recovered, he would officially embark on the road to dominate the world and realize the great goal of unifying the Aesir.

After a burst of wild laughter, Hodel strode out of the hall without hesitation.

The tall and imposing Hodel shouted in an unquestionable tone, "Hurry up! Immediately vacate the most luxurious and comfortable room in this palace for this messenger. This messenger needs a good rest!"

Also, all the tasks I instructed you to do earlier must be carried out as quickly as possible! We must attack the Holy Land with the utmost speed and with the most fierce and ferocious force! We must not delay the Aesir's grand plan to unify the world!

Upon hearing this, Hilda, standing nearby, quickly bowed and replied, "As you command, Lord Divine Envoy." Her attitude was extremely respectful and obedient. However, those known as the God Warriors seemed to turn a deaf ear to Hodel's orders, completely pretending nothing had happened.

At this time, Hodel was immersed in his own arrogance and had no idea that there was a pair of eyes staring at him below.

This person was none other than Arubelisi. His right hand, clenched tightly behind his back, suddenly loosened, and a surge of incredibly violent power instantly gathered and condensed within his palm. Furthermore, this power not only didn't stop growing, but instead continued to intensify and compress. Like a bomb about to explode, the energy within it grew increasingly terrifying.

Hodel strode forward with long, powerful steps, like a majestic lion, charging towards the crowd. The sound of his heavy, powerful footsteps seemed to shake the earth, drawing the attention of everyone present.

Seeing this scene, anger appeared on the faces of the gods' warriors, but out of caution, they still dodged to the side and retreated a few steps to both sides to make way for Hodel.

However, Frodi, who was standing behind Aluberisi, also noticed Aluberisi's subtle movements, but he seemed not to hear them. He just stared straight ahead, as if he was watching his nose and his nose was watching his heart. He did not react at all to what was happening in front of him.

Because today, he has been completely disgusted by Hodr's disgusting behavior. If the remaining members of the Aesir are such despicable people, then their decline and fall is simply their own fault!

In a flash, just as Hodel reached Alubelisi's side, Alubelisi suddenly and without warning launched a sudden attack. Like a long-dormant cheetah, he instantly erupted with astonishing speed and power. With lightning speed, he unsheathed his right hand, which had been hidden behind his back, and then, without mercy, struck Hodel in the heart.

In an instant, an extremely violent force gushed out from Aluberisi's right fist, like a thunderous lightning, hitting Hodel's heart with lightning speed.

Since Hodel was in a state of relaxed vigilance at the moment, he had never expected that Aluberisi would launch such a fierce and swift attack at this moment.

Therefore, he had no time to take any effective defensive measures and just took the fatal blow.

With a loud bang, Hodel flew backward like a ball hit by a cannonball. His body traced a long arc in the air, repeatedly crashing through several thick, hard walls behind him, and finally falling heavily to the ground.

For a moment, smoke and dust filled the air, debris flew everywhere, and the scene was extremely tragic. After the impact of the violent energy contained in Albelisi's full-strength attack, Hodel was already seriously injured and lay on the ground, unable to move.

"You...you..." Hodel, who was always domineering, covered the injured part with one hand, and pointed with his other hand tremblingly at the direction of Arubelisi in the distance. His lips trembled and he couldn't say a word.

Hodel couldn't believe what he was seeing. To think that this ordinary-looking guy, who didn't even wear a divine battle robe, actually possessed such terrifying strength.

Just now, when he clashed with his opponent, Hodel clearly felt an incomparably powerful force rushing towards him. That force was so strong that even when he was at his peak, he was no match for it.

Hodel, who has tens of millions of years of experience, knows that this level of power can only be controlled by reaching the ninth sense - the realm of Amoral Consciousness.

But now, such a devastating power has appeared in an ordinary human being. This is simply unbelievable.

What was even more unbelievable to Hodel was that among the mortals whom he had always regarded as ants, there was actually a strong man who could be compared with him at his peak.

Hodel could not figure out how this man named Albelisi had grown to such an astonishing level under the close watch of the gods.

Could it be that as he thought, those high and mighty gods were all blind?