Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

"Blood of the evil dragon Fafnir, grant me the destiny of immortality..."

Chapter Thirty-Five: Power, Divine Armor, Manifestation

With the power of steel, Seiya's expression turned serious.

Myths and legends abound, with different gods possessing various powers like stars in the sky. However, two types of powers hold an extremely special place.

The first is the power of divine speed, ranging from lightning to the speed of light, even transcending time and traversing worlds. The second is the power of steel, which was usurped by the Steel God, ranging from the bronze head and iron arms of the Monkey King to the Vajra of the Buddhist King of Benevolence.

The Silver Arm, which is the core of the Sword King, is also made of steel, and the current defense is also made of steel.

The Steel God is an ancient deity who slays dragons and serpents, a heroic god who overthrows tyranny, and a god of change who alters society and reshapes legends. However, his essence is a metaphor for the steel-making process and the legend that he himself is made of steel. The steel powers usurped from them almost always have extremely exaggerated effects.

In terms of defense, those with outstanding performance can withstand attacks that shatter planets or even reach the level of a boundary, while those with ordinary performance can prevent all kinds of damage from harming them.

Clearly, the Sword King's Steel Blessing is not an exaggeration, because his Steel Power has a fatal flaw.

The shockwave rose again above the sea. Tony's flying figure crashed into seven reefs, his speed undiminished. He looked down at his dented sternum, the steel reinforcement now passively weaving ancient runes into his skin.

"This is amazing, I'm absolutely ecstatic..." The Sword King licked the blood from his lips, his entire body enveloped in a steel-like protective aura. The initial excruciating pain, amplified by his Godslayer physique, transformed into pleasurable electrical signals that washed over his nerves.

—Fight! Fight again! Battle! It's exhilarating!

Seiya's pursuit was faster than his thoughts. A spinning kick, whipped by a powerful gust of wind, struck Tony's temple, causing his head to ring like an ancient bell. His demonic sword, however, slashed towards Seiya's throat. It was a battle instinct that transcended death, the ultimate insight he should be so proud of.

The magicians of Milan held their breath, the scene before them exceeding the limits of their comprehension: the Silver Arm of the Sword King transformed everything into a demonic sword, the starlight and silver sword light intertwining between the two; Seiya's wounds healed rapidly only to be torn open again, but he paid no heed, instead suppressing him with an even more ferocious offensive.

"They're coming!" the female wolf's leader suddenly announced.

The scattered silver light, the seawater touched by the Sword King, the shattered reefs, and even the light itself, all transformed into a demonic sword at this moment.

But being beaten was not Tony's style at all; he had been waiting, and this was the moment he had been waiting for.

"I—will not allow anything I cannot sever to exist. The Sky Sword that cleaved the Saint Cloth is now firmly in my hand..."

The demonic sword that Tony swung down with his roar was imbued with attributes constructed from new incantations. The black sword aura created by the released curse power carried enough force to alert even the Saint Seiya's Cloth.

The Saints shot towards the center from all directions.

However, the Saint Seiya warriors, with their magical senses, were unable to track Seiya's movements.

In their view, Saint Seiya stood there motionless, like an isolated stone statue.

"Oh dear, I can't stand it!"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, leaving only the approaching tidal wave of demonic swords and the Saint Seiya warriors trapped in a sword prison. Then, when time began to flow again, only fragments remained, and the surging seawater flowed upstream, turning into rain.

It wasn't that time stood still! It's just that the Saint Seiya's speed was so fast that the Magician's naked eye couldn't even catch his attack. By the time everyone realized he had made his move, the battle was already over.

The Saint Seiya and the Sword King both stood on the sea surface, bathed in the seawater falling from the sky, facing each other from afar.

"Your powers are almost ready, aren't they?" Seiya suddenly said.

"A divine delusion, huh? Hahaha, you've already figured it out! So what are you going to do, my friend!" Tony grinned wildly, looking at Seiya with great interest.

Seiya didn't answer that idiotic question, and Tony never intended to conceal the signs of this power, so how could he not see it?

—The fourth power, the divine delusion.

Salvatore Toni's usurped power from Dionysus can create an area where mystery, power, and even authority can go out of control, its effects enough to cause even the Sword King's own authority to go berserk. On the surface, it seems as impractical as the third authority—Return to the Ancient World—but depending on how it is used, this authority can become a terrifying trump card.

Using this power can force opponents into a pure melee combat that Tony excels at, making it arguably Tony's final move.

However, such powerful abilities require extremely demanding preparations and conditions. Using these abilities requires a long preparation period, and the fine wine he had drunk earlier, along with the signs of the battle, made Seiya realize that he was about to reach the conditions for unleashing his abilities.

Tony didn't think that his opponent could defeat him after a basic melee. He could sense that his opponent's growth was extremely exaggerated, and that he might reach the same level as him in the near future, but not now.

What is he going to do? He's probably already exhausted all his methods.

No. Even someone as slow-witted as Tony suddenly realized at that moment a very, very crucial point.

"What is your power, the power you usurped from the Eastern God of War, Veleslana?" He finally realized that the other party had not yet used the true power he had usurped from the God of War.

The powers that each god-slayer usurped from the disobedient god were closely related to their personality and needs. Tony usurped such simple and brutal powers. So what about Seiya? What kind of powers would a Saint like him obtain?

Seiya smiled and simply raised his hand, pointing his index finger towards the sky.

"In the name of Seiya, let victory be revealed in the world. I am radiant, I am invincible, Ahura has granted me creation, come! My battle armor, come quickly before me!"

A dazzling light revealed a strange creature with a white-gold hue. It resembled a pig, a sheep, and a horse, exuding unparalleled holiness and elegance, as well as profound piety and naturalness.

Was his power to summon divine beasts? Just as Tony was pondering this, he saw the platinum divine beast crash into Seiya's chest. In an instant, the magnificent battle armor replaced the original Pegasus Cloth, completing the armor's effect.

—The Divine Armor, Ursragna.

Is this armor the source of power? Is it? Does power reside within this armor? Tony doesn't possess any power related to intelligence, so he can't make a complete judgment, but the aura before him is simply too astonishing.

He was dressed in a magnificent white-gold battle suit, which was sprinkled with seawater, giving it a shimmering white-gold sheen. He held a golden longsword in his hand, wore a white iron mask on his head, and even his originally brown eyes were dyed a brilliant gold.

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Chapter Thirty-Six: Power, the Victorious God of War

Those who have never truly experienced the cosmos, or even gods, cannot comprehend the Saint Cloth. Yet, at this moment, the world is illuminated by its light, and Seiya's aura permeates the sea and sky like a wave of energy reaching the heavens.

The sacred garment, imbued with divine power, reminded Tony of the golden armor of Karna, the archenemy of Arjuna in the ancient Indian epic Mahabharata. This was a divine armor in the name of the sacred garment, possessing extraordinary power.

Tony finally understood part of the essence of the Saint Seiya before him in a way that he could comprehend.

"Awesome! This gets my blood pumping!" Tony gripped the sword tightly, its flames swirling around him like countless snakes. The Sword King, who had already undoubtedly been fighting with all his might, now unleashed even greater power under pressure, confronting Saint Seiya—

In other words, this is a state beyond the limit. The physique of a god-slayer constantly propels him to continue marching forward, defeating his opponents and achieving victory!

"Come on, Saint Seiya!" Tony roared, leaping up.

But the huge white-gold arc of light blocked Tony's vision. At that moment, it was as if a rare divine sword had burst out of his body and was slashing wildly at the sky!

Tony was caught completely off guard and was struck on the wrist by the arc of white-gold light, causing the demonic sword's special attack to deflect! All of this happened within milliseconds.

Tony instinctively dragged his injured wrist backward. The audience hadn't quite figured out what was going on, but the astute Tony knew perfectly well that the platinum slash was delivered by Saint Seiya's leg. In just an instant, the platinum Cloth underwent a subtle transformation, with sharp points extending from the leg armor, and the kick it delivered was like a divine sword of glory!

"No, no." Tony realized instantly. Ordinary attacks were utterly ineffective against his Silver Arm; something similar in power to the Silver Arm was counteracting and neutralizing its tearing force. That was…

Tony hadn't yet truly connected the clues in his mind. But the Saint Seiya had already made their move.

"How arrogant of you to be daydreaming during a battle!"

A charge, or rather... a wild boar charge. It wasn't a fist; the Saint Seiya crashed into the Sword King's embrace, but the force was one of utter devastation.

As for why the name wasn't pronounced, it's simply because the name is rather embarrassing.

Protected by the steel, Tony's body was stronger, tougher, and had better weapons than Seiya's. However, in this close combat, he couldn't use these advantages at all. The Saint was practically glued to him, pouring his fierce attacks into his body. He was then hurled away along with the invincible magic sword, flying once again to an even more distant ocean.

"I am the victor, the one most imbued with brilliance, the one who thwarts the hostility of all enemies. Here, the Sword King who usurps the power of Dionysus is evil! I will blunt his edge and untangle his strife! Now come! Man or demon—I will crush any enemy that stands in my way!"

—For the first time, it was Seiya who loudly chanted the incantation.

Finally arriving at familiar territory, while most of the magicians in the distance were unable to discern the true nature of the power, the commanders of the top paladins or mages were able to glean some insight.

"The first effect is to destroy objects, while the second effect is to seal the opponent's abilities?" Supreme Knight Paul stroked his chin, unsure.

"Just as the Sword King used his ultimate Mind's Eye to imbue the torn Silver Arm with the concept of armed destruction, Seiya also unleashed a special destructive method against the soon-to-be-completed Feast of Dionysus?" The old woman, the female wolf, was also puzzled.

No matter how they speculated, the result was that the Sword King's last trump card completely failed. And at that very moment, light arrived from the east.

The seventh god-slayer, known as Saint Seiya, transformed himself into light and a sword. He spread his wings like Icarus chasing the sun, soaring into the sky, his figure overlapping with the sun above him, before plummeting from the heavens into the sea at incredible speed, piercing the ocean's depths.

—The golden sun, visible to the naked eye, rises over the sea.

Erica knew she would never forget the sight before her eyes, and she believed the same was true for other magicians. The rising sun stirred up towering waves, and the halo of the black hole corona spread along the waves.

“Lord,” Erica spoke softly, reciting the Duino Lament, “listen to this breath, this continuous oracle, which creates itself from silence. Now it roars at you from those who have recently departed. Whether you enter the churches of Rome or Naples, their destiny…”

The battle is over, but the magicians are still waiting for the two to return.

The Saints, having finished their battle, still had the strength to retrieve Tony, who had voluntarily deactivated his Steel Protection, from the seabed. Almost no magician had anticipated that this young, god-slaying beast would emerge victorious.

Paul suddenly remembered what his niece had said: perhaps this young king was victory itself.

As for the Gorgon Stone, it was naturally handed over to him by Salome.

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"It's still not quite there," Seiya thought, feeling the surge of power within him.

Tony the Sword King is indeed a very suitable sparring partner, but that's all he is – a sparring partner.

Neither side harbored any murderous intent, so neither could truly enhance their fundamental cosmos. Fortunately, one of the effects of their newly acquired power was to force them to reap rewards after a victory.

But let's wait until things calm down before looking at the specific data for the Saint Cloths.

At this moment, Seiya refused the invitations from the other magicians, and after paying one last visit to the Sword King whom he had injured, he was escorted to the door by the King's butler, Andre. His Bentley was waiting at the entrance.

“You don’t need to worry about the King’s injuries. With Tony’s physique, he will naturally recover after a period of rest.” Andre opened the car door for Seiya. “Perhaps we are the ones who should apologize, because the King’s antics have caused you confusion.”

“I really like Dong Er’s personality, and we get along very well,” Seiya said.

“That’s what the king said too.” Andrei smiled. “I’m glad you can become friends with Tony, because his personality isn’t very popular with most kings.”

"I feel quite the opposite; perhaps the other godkillers don't hate him either." After all, who hates a fool?

Andrei bowed slightly. "You will always be a distinguished guest of all the magic societies in Southern Europe. From now on, we will need Miss Erica to take care of you."

Seiya nodded, while Andrei stood at the door with his hands folded over his stomach, watching him leave.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Singing the Hymn to the Triune Goddess

“Great King, please wait a moment.” A refreshing female voice rang out from the side.

Holding the wooden box containing the Gorgon Stone, Seiya turned his head and saw that the two Japanese magicians who had called him there... well, according to their terminology, they should be called a priestess and a ninja.

The young man in a suit and tie followed behind the woman dressed as a man. Erica noticed their strange expressions, but politely stepped aside, reminding Seiya of the banquet that evening.

"What brings you to the Committee for the Compilation of Official Histories?" Seiya turned to the side, looking at the two guests who had come from afar.

"I am truly humbled. I never expected that you would know so much about this remote corner of our world. Judging from your appearance, could you perhaps be one of our compatriots?" The woman dressed as a man, who was actually Kaoru Sayamiya, the head of the Tokyo branch of the Official History Compilation Committee, asked tentatively.

"Get to the point," Seiya said succinctly.

"The situation is like this: there is a potential disaster that could be unprecedented in our country, and we find it somewhat difficult to handle. Therefore, we hope to seek the King's help, which is why we have come here so abruptly. Please forgive us."

After saying this, Saya Miyako carefully observed the expression on the boy's face.

"Hehe, borrow my power." Seiya chuckled. "Don't you have a Steel God enshrined over there? The History Compilation Committee is a very powerful organization even on a global scale. Do you still need to borrow my power?"

And is this really the place in Southern Europe where these Onmyoji would come from?

Now that the Gorgon Stone was in his hands, the source of the disaster had been eliminated. Therefore, the so-called disaster was nothing but nonsense.

"And speaking of this matter, it might be somewhat related to you as well," Saya Miyako said softly.

"...It concerns me," Seiya was about to speak. But soon, a strange yet unfamiliar feeling welled up from the bottom of his heart.

Two seemingly overlapping images appeared before his eyes: a steel sword, a priestess in a red blouse and white hakama, a goddess releasing an owl in the dead of night, and the radiant Awa... Seiya was initially taken aback, but quickly realized that this was the spiritual talent bestowed upon him by his Godslayer physique.

The talents previously displayed on the panel were only the most important and core ones, but many other interesting talents also emerged in life due to the Godslayer's constitution. For example, the Thousand Languages ​​that allows one to quickly learn any language, the clear eyes in the night, the ability to foresee danger, and the current spiritual sense, or rather, spiritual vision.

And just now, it was triggered, allowing me to glimpse fragments of information related to myself.

Actually, nothing else really mattered, but the last god, who carried a silver longbow and was as radiant as the sun, made Seiya's blood run wild.

Late at night, Seiya wandered alone into the courtyard of the Brantley family.

The moonlight was gentle, like silk or a curtain, and the Saint Seiya, favored by the moonlight, finally had time to open their system panel.

【God Suit: Victorious Warrior (Vereslana) (Note 1)】

[Effect 1: Strong luck for victory. You will gain overwhelming good fortune in the process of achieving your goals through struggle—I am the strongest one who holds all victory in my hands; whether human or demon, I will defeat all enemies!]

[Effect Two: The victor is always right; victory guarantees rewards.]

[Effect Three: The victor is omnipotent. When aiming for victory, one's skills will rapidly improve. Radiant me, invincible me, created by Ahura! Anything you excel at is possible. Games, martial arts, strategy, horseback riding—anything is acceptable. Challenge me!]