Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

With a single strike, he precisely shattered the divine core that sustained the existence of the Eastern Titan. From beginning to end, Seiya's gaze was not on him; he looked towards Apollo high above, and under His chilling gaze, he blasted the tormented Hyperion to pieces.

A wave of platinum-gold energy whipped up Seiya's hair. His bright eyes were sharp. "I feel incredibly lucky to see you here ahead of time. I'll crush the pride of you evil gods and finally slam my fist into your arrogant face, Apollo—burn, my cosmos!"

A majestic, inverted force pressed down upon the heavens, covering the vast expanse. The Greek gods were horrified and enraged; they could no longer allow such arrogant humanity to live on!

Several divine powers enveloped the space where the Saints had originally been, but they quickly discovered that the figures had vanished. Soon, they sensed that magnificent aura coming from the direction of Tokyo Bay. The Saints made no attempt to conceal themselves, instead calling upon the gods to come.

"Hey! Apollo, I'm not a troublemaker, but I can't stand it when someone talks to me like that." The goddess of discord and conflict approached Apollo with a cunning look, whispering in a feigned friendly tone.

"Yeah, yeah, isn't this a slap in the face to your Greek mythology?" Loki leaned closer in a tone of a good brother, looking heartbroken.

"No way, there can't be a god who can be mocked like this and remain unmoved! No way? No way!" Nezha stared at the other party with wide eyes.

Apollo coldly observed the three figures before him, having no desire to engage with these troublesome charlatans. The most important thing now was Pegasus; humans who defied the gods should be dealt with, and the Saints who dared to challenge them should be banished to the Underworld.

"I am Thor, the God of Thunder, for the glory of Asgard!" The one who struck first was the Norse god Thor, enraged beyond measure. He advanced with lightning speed, a deafening roar echoing around him. The lightning bolt hurtled towards Tokyo Bay in the distance.

"Brother Lao Suo is truly amazing!" Nezha gave a thumbs up, and the two gods behind him echoed his praise.

Thunder and light collide in Tokyo Bay, and the resulting giant waves will reach Tokyo in time.

The speed of both sides increased rapidly, but Thor soon realized that the other party was deliberately attacking him with Mjolnir, because he did not want to cause a large-scale human casualty incident.

Saint Seiya and Thor, who created divine weapons and physical fists; gods and men face each other, so close they are almost touching.

"What a righteous warrior! But I will show no mercy. Mjolnir Hammer! Unleash your light!" He chanted the spell with high speed, but when he swung Mjolnir again, he found that the other party was holding the hammer with one hand.

As the master of the Meow Hammer, He could naturally feel the mournful cry emanating from His beloved warhammer. How could a human possibly crush a simulated divine artifact with their bare hands?

"Are you done? I'll say something too—" The Saint Seiya smiled maliciously and uttered the five most familiar words, "—Pegasus Comet Fist!!!"

Mjolnir let out its final lament, and under the force of the Saints' power, it shattered into pieces and vanished. Thor had no time to mourn for his beloved Mjolnir, for the lingering force of the shattered hammer still pounded against his chest.

Suddenly, space shifted, and the damage dissipated, allowing Thor to seize a sliver of hope and transform into lightning to quickly create distance.

This is Hermes and the Goddess of Discord unleashing their combined power. At this moment, all the gods descend, including the goddess of beauty, who had been driven into the royal palace by Seiya. They now realize the terrifying power of the Saints before them and understand that they must join forces to fight them.

Seiya had no objections, and instead waved again, signaling them to come at him.

The next instant, darkness enveloped his vision, the authority of Leto, the goddess of night and oblivion. An invisible veil shrouded Seiya, not only obscuring his vision but also completely blinding him to his senses, rendering him unaware of his own existence.

"He has lost his five senses!" Leto shouted, but Ares, the god of war, was faster than she could shout, closing in on Seiya and thrusting his spear to lock onto Seiya's throat.

--boom! ! !

Platinum light enveloped Ares, the god of war, as a powerful punch slammed into his face.

The fighting technique, though its name was unrefined, was imbued with the concept of destruction. Ares's simulated war god helmet was utterly powerless against it, shattering it along with his entire head. But this was not the end. Seiya, having lost all sensation, precisely seized his headless body, and then golden light surged forth. The holy sword was drawn, slicing him completely in two.

The most valiant Ares met her end in the most wretched manner, all thanks to Leto. But she was soon astonished to find that the condensed platinum-gold light was already flying towards her—

—The Holy Sword is drawn, the sword of victory! Can this ultimate technique, combining power and combat skills, kill Leto? It certainly can! Radiant as a bolt of lightning, it swiftly and ruthlessly slices the goddess in two from top to bottom.

Each half of her mouth still held a look of astonishment, until the moment her divine core shattered, she realized that she had already left the stage.

"Apollo, he killed your mother!" Nezha cried out in anguish.

"Apollo, your mother has been killed!" Loki wailed.

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Chapter 46: Daring to Challenge the Pegasus Saint

The goddess of discord, who was about to sow discord, suddenly stopped. She looked at the two gods beside her and felt that they were more suited to stirring up discord than she was.

Nezha clutched his chest, his voice filled with genuine emotion, "Brother, I'd rather give my father's life to bring your mother back. The God-Slaying Rakshasa can no longer be allowed to run rampant! Kill him!"

Aphrodite, the goddess of love who had been taking things seriously, couldn't stand it anymore. She looked at the three noisy fellows who, after being successively annihilated by their nemesis, the god-slaying Rakshasa, still had two, three, or perhaps four fun-loving gods singing and dancing here. They were so stupid that even she, the goddess of love who had summoned them, felt ashamed.

In addition, half of his twelve deities are dazzling, cold, and cruel like Apollo, eager to kill the god-slaying demons, while the other half are silly, fun-loving gods forming a monstrous resonance field. Reasoning with them is futile; the only way to govern them is through the attraction of shared allegiance and authority.

Unfortunately, most of those who actually responded to her calls were the gods of pleasure, and some of them even had some effect. Besides them, there were also the North American mythological deities Tezicatribocca and the recently born young god Nyarlathotep, who were even more despicable and inferior.

But what truly made her heart flutter was this Pegasus.

The great god of the Three Altars and Seas was right; the Saint Seiya warriors can no longer be allowed to continue their rampage.

—Yusei, Eientei. The fierce battle in Tokyo Bay is reflected in the water mirror.

"Even eleven deities plus the goddess of beauty couldn't suppress this young god-slaying demon?" The black-robed monk, one of the three elders of the official history compilation committee, Tenkai, spoke in a hoarse voice, "My husband, do you have any chance of winning in this situation?"

The old man, Susanoo, rarely wore a serious expression. “Even if they are incarnations symbolizing the fallen side of the Earth Mother Goddess, even if they are the god-slaying Rakshasas who are our nemesis, these countless incarnations of gods are enough to suppress us or the god-slayers. The gods summoned by the Wheel of Friendship also possess some of the powers of the original body and are simulated divine artifacts carried according to personal will, comparable to demigods or even lesser gods.”

Based on their past experience, even though demigods are still quite far from being true disobedient gods or god-slayers, brief entanglements or even battles are still possible. With eleven deities possessing partial powers of their original forms, plus the goddess of beauty herself, even a powerful husband would be kicked off the list and forced back into mythology.

However, Saint Seiya completely overwhelmed them, and his momentum continued to rise. Originally, the plan was for both sides to be severely injured, and then he, the Holy God, would step in and end the conflict on this land as a heroic god.

“Because Seiya has no weaknesses, his downward crushing power is too strong,” Princess Ruri-hime suddenly said.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Yu Gong and Tenkai realized what had happened when they remembered that Seishuin Ena had been instantly defeated.

The combined might of the twelve gods would be enough to annihilate any fool who dared to oppose the goddess of beauty in a short time. But they were facing the god-slaying Pegasus, the Saint Seiya, a young god-slayer with exceptional combat skills, battlefield awareness, and... a warrior's essence that even they could not see through.

What exactly are Saint Seiya? From the distant past, from the other side of the world, are there really such perfect warriors?

The emperor suddenly straightened his posture. "I feel that we need to change our original plan... What do you think, princess?"

He was asking Princess Liuli Tong, who, as a divine ancestor, possessed the highest level of spiritual vision. Perhaps she could provide answers to things that even disobedient gods couldn't perceive. It was precisely because of her existence that Fusang, and even this world, was spared from its fate of collapse.

But this time Princess Liuli Tong did not answer. She clutched her chest, the palpitation not only not dissipating, but even growing stronger.

Deep within Tokyo Bay, the goddess of love and beauty chanted her protective incantations, Hermes sounded his horn, Apollo drew his bow, and Dionysus's frenzied feast unfolded. The gods approached with steady steps, all their spears and blades aimed directly at the Saints. Even the most discerning warriors could see through the truth, and they were perfectly aware that continuing their previous strategy would only lead to Pegasus's gradual defeat. They would rely on mechanics, on targeted powers, to bring Pegasus to a crushing defeat.

Leading the charge was still the valiant and fearless Thor. The aura and protection emanating from him seemed to be calling out—you've been enhanced, deliver him now!

He shouted the glory of the Northern God and rushed into the Saint Seiya's attack range with lightning speed. At this moment, Nezha, the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, riding on his Wind Fire Wheels and holding his Fire-Tipped Spear, shouted, "I'll meet you!" and charged forward to meet the enemy.

The Lotus Child, with an air of authority, manifested a three-headed, six-armed killing form, wielding a sword, golden bricks, silver rings, a spear, and a bow and arrows, all while employing incredible footwork. He moved around the Saints, launching attacks. When at a distance, he would shoot arrows or swing bricks; in close combat, he would strike with his spear and silver rings.

Is this useful? Of course it is.

One force launched a frontal assault, another flanked them, and a deity in the distance drew their bow and arrow, chanting divine incantations and relentlessly bestowing blessings. The situation was crystal clear: for whatever reason, the Saints were opponents they could only defeat by joining forces.

But they quickly dodged, for the Saint Seiya's fists were wrapped in platinum light, and the light that had proven itself countless times swept across the sea, turning into a desolate arc in the sky.

No one can withstand a full-force attack from Saint Seiya, not even the Three Sea Gods of the East or Thor of the Norse.

"Unable to understand the difference in strength, yet daring to challenge the Pegasus Saint—" Seiya spun words.

If they descended in their true mythological form, they might be able to fight Saint Seiya with their mythology and luck. But they are not equal now. No matter how much they are strengthened, they are just two live fish jumping on a chopping board in front of the Saint Seiya.

The holy sword was drawn, its dazzling light sweeping across thousands of meters of sea, creating a fan-shaped domain of absolute death. Thor escaped by transforming into lightning, while Nezha's waist was nearly cleaved in two, but even greater danger was yet to come.

Suddenly, golden arcs appeared in the sky above, converging on the battlefield like a meteor shower.

It is light, it is the sun, it is plague, it is the trajectory of stars, it is the last ripple of Apollo, the god of long-range shooting.

Chapter 47: Gods, Prepare to Enter Hell

This scene was like the sounding of the apocalypse, the moment of judgment had arrived. The entire sky was bathed in golden light, which fell like stars, bringing with it immense light and heat.

This is a meteor shower far surpassing the power of the solar chariot, a deadly arrow formed from Apollo burning his divine body. There is no evasion; it will inevitably strike, a plague curse aimed directly at death.

But the Saint Seiya also wore a nostalgic expression. The next instant, the golden sword in his hand vanished, and the flowing gold transformed into a magnificent longbow, which he held in his grasp. He, too, drew the bowstring at sea—

—Light converges into an arrow.

In ancient times, the god of war was seen as the 'figure of gaining the upper hand' and was revered as the 'most heavily armed among the gods', the 'most offensively powerful', and the 'most radiant'. He was imagined as a deity constantly battling enemies, demons, wizards, and pagans.

The second effect of power is that there will inevitably be gains after victory.

Seiya's gain from the battle with the King of Swords was the second development of the weapon that symbolized the 'most powerful attack'. It could no longer be in the form of a sword, but rather be shaped on the battlefield according to Seiya's will to match him.

This fleeting thought was not even a blink of an eye. As the bowstring was drawn taut like a full moon, brilliant light rose from the ground, meeting the sun in the sky.

"—What?!" Apollo exclaimed in surprise.

Light against light, arrow against arrow; though he himself was the deity who held the relevant authority, he was overshadowed by the earthly radiance.

"Apollo, let me teach you true burning!" Seiya declared, his powerful will transforming into an attack signal. True burning, true radiance erupted from Seiya's body, transmitting to the golden arrow a terrifying power capable of tearing apart everything. It easily shattered Apollo's arrow and crashed unstoppably towards Apollo.

And He, this glorious Apollo, at that moment transformed into a golden ray of light that shot straight into the sky.

It was still the power of divine speed; His speed had reached a level beyond the comprehension of gods and demons. But Seiya didn't even look, repeatedly clenching his fist to gather power—

—Whether it was a long battle, a curse that briefly clouded the five senses, or a blessing bestowed upon the Saints, the Saints' cosmos finally changed.

There was no time to check what had happened, and the previous contact had already locked Seiya and Apollo together. A shockwave shot straight into the sky, engulfing heaven and earth. All the meteors' brilliance re-converged, transforming into a fist that drew a desolate arc across the sky.

Pegasus Comet Fist!!!

Despite his golden form, Apollo's sense of crisis did not diminish; in fact, it intensified. In the blink of an eye, he flew across Tokyo Bay, traversed the Honshu continent, sailed over the Indian Ocean, skimmed across the eastern continent, and sped over Europe.

But then a massive halo illuminated the sky from behind him. Apollo's eyes widened in fury. How could this be?!

But the reality was far more brutal than imagined; the same lightning-fast fist of light had already crossed mountains and seas to pursue them. Apollo burned his divine body's defenses, but it was all in vain.

Looking at the future, the path ahead is utterly hopeless!

At the Temple of Apollo in Basel, Greece, devout worshippers on the sacred path stared in astonishment at the sun streaking across the sky, its terrifying halo plunging swiftly to the earth, yet leaving no trace of the frail mortals. But as they curiously gazed at the spot where the sun had set, they saw a colossal fist imprint etched into the center of the ruins of the Colosseum.

There's no time to grieve for Apollo's departure; now, Dionysus, who dominated the battle for most of the time, has appeared!

Only this mad god, only He, met the magnificent Saint Seiya while all the gods were stunned!

"I am Dionysus, the god of war!" the god of wine roared, and the Dionysian Feast, which He had been preparing for most of the battle—a feast that even the Sword King Tony had failed to unleash—finally appeared at the last moment!

"Paccas's witch—welcome the mad feast! Be intoxicated by the wine of the mad god, abandon your home and wander the mountains, worship our gods!"

The Feast of Dionysus can create an area that causes all forces, including mysticism, magic, and authority, to go berserk and out of control; its power is enough to drive even the holder of authority into a frenzy. Although it has long and complex conditions for use, it is an invincible trump card in crucial moments!

The Saint's God Cloth instantly disintegrated, and even the golden bow in his hand returned to its original form. Dionysus roared and pounced on the mortal who had returned to his simple life; the dawn of victory was already in sight. But the next second, a hand grabbed him by the neck, and Pegasus Supersonic Gatling Gun slammed into his face.

"Dionysus, what have you grasped this time!" Seiya lifted him up with one hand. "Selfishness, arrogance, and stupidity are the root of humanity's destruction, and this principle applies equally to the gods. You will be the first to die—God of Wine! Among the gods, only you cannot see the situation clearly; your madness will only invite a vortex of death!"

The shadow of death had already loomed over Dionysus, just as in mythology he was destined to become the new king of the gods, yet all he saw was a frenzied feast where he was devoured. This new frenzy seemed to foreshadow some cruel fate, but at that moment, a magnificent roar rang out beside him, "Don't be so arrogant, Pegasus! I am Thor, the God of Thunder, for the glory of the gods!" Thor roared and lunged at Seiya, grabbing his right arm.

"What arrogance! Pegasus, look up and see your omen of death shining!" The Goddess of Strife reacted immediately and grabbed his left arm.

"Pegasus can no longer be allowed to live in this world!" At this moment, even the goddess shouted and grabbed Pegasus from behind.

"You're really something, kid! My lotus stem is standing up!" Nezha laughed and grabbed his left leg.

"I...I...I...for the King of the Gods and Athena!" Nicky, at a loss for words, hugged her right leg.

The mythological scene is reenacted, but it is Seiya, a human, who is bound by the gods. With all his limbs under the full control of the gods, the insidious Loki grins maliciously, mobilizing all his power. At this moment, he is staring at the flaw Seiya reveals, his eyes gleaming with cruelty.

Mimicking his mannerisms and posture, she clenched her fists and gathered her sleeves—

This was the perfect opportunity. The gods were all affected by Dionysus's mad feast, Seiya's armor was stripped away, and gods and humans were fighting and killing each other in their most primal state. This was the opportunity Loki had been waiting for!

However, he misjudged the true nature of Seiya, the Saint Seiya.

—The holy sword is drawn!

Never before in this world has there been such a shapeless holy sword; it was an energy torrent formed from a completely rampaging cosmos. Just like a magnificent pillar of light piercing through Loki. But this unfinished torrent of energy did not stop; with a powerful shake from the Saint, all the divine avatars were sent flying.

The Saint Seiya, now free, looked at the gods before him, whose expressions were unpredictable, and raised his palm.

"—Prepare to enter hell."

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Chapter 48: The Palace Where the Divine Lord Resides

The first to suffer was Dionysus, the god of wine who was closest to Saint Seiya. A crippled figure unable to see the bigger picture, he was a madman prone to unconscious self-destruction. Before he could even react, Seiya's right hand pierced his chest, and he returned to mythology. The moment his figure vanished, the frenzied feast that had engulfed the battlefield ended, and the remaining gods either fled, mourned, or faced the challenge head-on.

It was still Thor and Nezha. Thor pounced with lightning speed, Nezha's Wind Fire Wheels were filled with blood, Seiya, braving Thor's lightning, tore apart Lotus Boy's arm, and then with another sword, completely pierced through half of his body.