Saint Seiya Evil Skull

As the journey progressed, Albelisi watched excitedly as his storage space gradually filled up with various precious items. His mood became increasingly joyful, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

At this moment, he sincerely hoped that such wonderful days would last forever. After all, each new harvest not only represented an increase in wealth, but also a steady improvement in his own strength. If he could always maintain such a good state, it would undoubtedly be a wonderful thing!

Gradually, the ruins of some magnificent palaces appeared on the road where the crowd continued to move forward. Although these palaces have gone through the vicissitudes of time, their appearance can still vaguely recognize their former glory.

However, when one turns to the halls, one can see that many beams have collapsed to the ground, revealing a state of disrepair. Clearly, they have long been neglected, lacking the necessary maintenance and repairs. Inside, weeds are overgrown, as if nature has quietly reclaimed this territory that once belonged to humans.

However, compared to some of Vanaheim's temples, the palace here was in relatively good condition. As the team continued to go deeper, they were surprised to find that the palace was getting larger and more intact.

At that moment, Albelisi's heart skipped a beat as a powerful sensation surged through him. He keenly sensed the emergence of several powerful and unique microcosmic fluctuations ahead of him, their power so overwhelming that it was truly astonishing.

After careful investigation and analysis, he determined that the energy level contained in these microcosms had reached the highest level that humans could comprehend—the eighth sense, Alaya Consciousness! Without a doubt, this must be the aura emanating from the second-level gods of the Aesir.

Then, Albelisi waved his arm without hesitation and quickly made a series of complex and precise gestures to the people behind him.

He pointed his fingers at several different locations in the distance, each of which was the source of the powerful auras that were subdued. Finally, he extended his right hand and made a clear "eight," indicating that these locations concealed formidable opponents possessing the power of the eighth sense, the Alaya-vijnana.

In order to avoid alerting these powerful enemies too early and thus falling into a passive situation, Albelisi made a prompt deployment: let everyone disperse, form teams and go to different target locations to launch surprise attacks, and make sure to eliminate the remaining second-level gods in one fell swoop.

Upon hearing the order, everyone was in high spirits, eager to give it a try. Frodi, Surut, and the others were especially excited. They made no secret of their excitement and fighting spirit, instantly revealing the sharp fangs of the weapons attached to their divine combat armor, emitting bursts of cold light.

At the same time, Alberich gripped the Sword of Light tightly, its blade gleaming with dazzling light. He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing rhythm, and then cautiously approached one of the strongholds alone.

The other three teams quickly took action according to the established plan, rushing forward like an arrow. Everyone had only one belief in their hearts - they must kill the enemy with one blow and not give the enemy any chance to breathe!

With light and slow steps, like a ghost, Arubelisi gradually approached the palace he had chosen. The palace was solemn and dignified, exuding a mysterious atmosphere, but surprisingly, there was no one guarding the palace.

Seeing this scene, Aluberisi was secretly delighted. He tiptoed carefully and slipped into the palace gate like a nimble cat.

Once inside the palace, he quickly moved through the layers of halls. These halls were tall and spacious, their walls covered in exquisite murals and strange runes. However, at this moment, Arubelisi had no time to pay attention to these beautiful views; his eyes were always fixed on the front.

Finally, after some twists and turns, Albelisi arrived at the center of the hall. At this moment, his sight was drawn to a ray of light. Not far ahead, he saw an unknown female deity lying on a huge stone bed.

This goddess has a beautiful face, as peaceful and beautiful as a sleeping fairy, but the powerful aura she exudes cannot be ignored.

Even more striking was the faint presence of a barrier surrounding the goddess's body. Clearly, this barrier was a protective measure deliberately set up by the goddess before she fell into a deep sleep. As long as anyone remained within the barrier, they would likely not awaken her.

However, due to the huge gap in strength between the two sides, for Albelisi, this seemingly indestructible barrier did not bring him too much hindrance.

Albelisi took a deep breath, calmed himself, and then tightly grasped the gleaming sword of light in his hand. He concentrated all his strength on his arm, and then rushed forward with lightning speed.

In an instant, the sword flashed, like a streak of lightning across the dark night sky. The moment Albelisi rushed into the barrier, there was a crisp "bang" sound. The once incredibly solid barrier was like fragile glass, shattering at the first touch, turning into countless fragments that scattered across the ground.

This barrier appears to be merely a warning barrier, devoid of any offensive power or ability to trap enemies. Perhaps whoever erected it was too careless; this is the heart of Asgard, after all! They probably assumed no one would dare to act recklessly here, and so relaxed their vigilance.

However, this oversight gave Albelisi an opportunity. This cunning and courageous warrior perfectly embodied the essence of blitzkrieg. The moment Albelisi entered the barrier, the unidentified deity, previously resting peacefully on the bed, suddenly opened its eyes.

Obviously, she sensed the approaching danger and tried to get up quickly to deal with it. However, due to having been asleep for so long, her consciousness was still somewhat confused, and her movements were slow and clumsy.

How could Albelisi give her the slightest chance to breathe or resist? His figure flashed by like a ghost, and the gleaming sword of light in his hand pierced the god's chest with lightning speed.

There was almost no resistance, and the tip of the sword easily pierced the opponent's heart. With a dull sound, blood splattered everywhere, staining the white bed red.

After a successful strike, Albelisi unhesitatingly drew back the sword of light and swung it again. This time, he aimed directly at the god's neck. With a flash of the sword, a terrified head instantly tumbled to the ground.

However, the slaughter wasn't over yet. Albelisi immediately extended his left hand and placed it on the falling head. A powerful wave of energy erupted from his palm. This energy contained terrifying destructive power, the very force of spatial explosion that he specialized in.

In the blink of an eye, the god's soul and head were completely destroyed by this force, dissipating into nothingness. The entire room was filled with a strong smell of blood and the shadow of death.

In just a few breaths, Albelis completed the slaughter. The nameless goddess didn't even have the slightest chance to resist before she perished, a death without end.

However, out of caution, although the mission had been successfully completed, Alubelisi did not rush to support Jegufre and others.

After all, he was well aware of the simple truth that speed is of the essence in war.

Albelitis knew very well that since everyone set foot in the mysterious land of Asgard, the only powerful enemy they really had to face was the God-King Odin.

As for the other so-called gods, they were merely insignificant, dispensable minor characters. Even if killing one or two more of these minions might cause Odin some pain, this level of loss would probably be the least of his worries.

Just as Albelis had decisively decapitated the unknown goddess, he suddenly realized that the road leading to Odin's Temple was completely deserted. All the obstacles and threats that might have existed vanished, leaving behind a vast, unobstructed path.

So, Alberich quickened his pace without hesitation and rushed towards the Temple of Odin, which was located in the center of Asgard, like an arrow.