Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

The Saint Seiya didn't hesitate at all; before Erica could even prepare herself, Seiya had already covered her lips with his.

"I...I understand. Listen carefully, Seiya. Mercator Baal was originally born in a primitive nomadic society of the Semitic people. He is a very ancient deity..."

"Semitic, Semitic language family? Which specifically refers to them?"

"You don't need to ask questions every time you think of them. I'll tell you properly—and convey it to you... um..."

Regardless of Erica's true intentions—whether she was determined to outpace the Far Eastern priestess or genuinely wanted to bring this initial story to a perfect close—she finally became the first to impart knowledge to Seiya.

Faced with Seiya's proactive request, Erica became somewhat nervous. While imparting knowledge, they pressed their lips together, hurriedly asking and answering each other. In this rhythm, their teeth collided, and they said quite a few unnecessary words.

However, despite this, the two still pressed their lips together tightly.

Erika's magic transmits a wealth of impressions and knowledge into Seiya's mind, including numerous place names and historical stories, the names of the gods who reign over this land, and myths, all in order to connect various elements or decipher various keywords...

"Baal, the true form of Mercator, is a deity that could not exist in a land with distinct seasons like Japan. He is a god born from the desert and wilderness, and is the god of storms formed by the blazing sun and the rain."

Erica's lips whispered warmly, and it tasted incredibly sweet.

“There are very few documents that record Baal, but one ancient book in which he appears frequently is right next to us, namely the Old Testament. Baal’s traces are actually most likely to appear in religious scriptures that are hostile to him.”

As they repeatedly conveyed knowledge, their bodies leaned forward, with Seiya seemingly trying to cover Erika's lips with his. Erika's lips were being covered, but the transmission of knowledge continued uninterrupted.

—He is the king of gods, a great warrior, and the strongest hunter who slays dragons.

—In Christian culture, he is also the Demon King of Gluttony, one of the seven deadly sins; Milton's Paradise Lost portrays him as a demon king who is on par with God; he is also Beelzebub, the demon king; and Baal, the dark emperor and the head of the seventy-two demons.

His mythology later spread to Greece, where he became the prototype for the hero Hercules.

The amount of knowledge, enough to compile into a book, was completely transmitted into Seiya's body in just a few seconds. At this moment, the Golden Sword, the embodiment of Seiya's strongest weapon, which he had rarely used since the usurpation, resonated strongly for the first time.

Because it generates weapons with corresponding special attacks and seals based on the degree of knowledge of the gods' mythology.

For Erica, her mind was still far from at peace long after Seiya left. Was it the joy of having contributed her share, or the smug satisfaction of getting ahead of that annoying Far East Priestess, or something else entirely...?

Erica touched her lips, seemingly still reminiscing about the flutter in her heart just now. Only a faint, cold laugh drifted on the wind, like the disdainful sneer of a little girl.

Seventeen kilometers east of Palermo lies the ancient Phoenician front base, now known as the Sorrento Ruins, which is now part of the Ruins Street.

Sorrento was originally a street built by the Phoenicians in the middle of the coastal mountains in the fourth century BC. It gradually declined after becoming part of the Greek and Roman Empires, and was eventually destroyed by the Muslim Arabs. Now it is operated as the Sorrento Ruins, and tourists may occasionally visit this remote place.

Even the most rebellious gods, defying mythology, possess distinct and unique characteristics. For Mercald, it was perhaps the sense of ritual. The majesty of the god-king had already enveloped the island the moment he awoke, and the battlefield he chose was the symbol of the Phoenician sky god Mercator: two stone pillars resembling antlers standing in the center of the ruins.

A powerful divine aura swirled in the sky in the form of natural phenomena, and the moment the appointed enemy appeared, it gathered in the air as intangible gales, torrential rain, and scorching thunder.

Mekal, the god-king of the sky, manifested himself as a calamity.

"So that's how it is. You're filled with incantations aimed at me." Mekal's keen eyes immediately noticed Seiya's change. "But keeping the God-King waiting is a grave offense!"

“For the God-King, being fully prepared is the greatest respect one can show you, isn’t it? So, I don’t think His Majesty the God-King would mind if there were a slight delay.” Seiya raised an eyebrow.

Mekal burst into maniacal laughter, "Excellent! Excellent! Show me your full strength! If you fail to satisfy me, I will sink you and this entire land into the sea. If you don't want that to happen, then fight with all your might to defeat me, the God-King!"

Boom! As the two pillars were shattered by the storm, the sound of the heavens roared!

The divine might was like a prison, and the thunder was like a sea. The place where the Saint Seiya stood was instantly enveloped by the thunderous purgatory.

Chapter 81: Pegasus, God King, Demon King

This sacred site where the Phoenicians once worshipped the god-king Mekal, along with the surrounding hundreds of meters of space, has now completely become the domain of the god-king's wrath! Violent lightning rained down, tearing apart the air and the earth!

The continuous thunderbolts continued to fall, yet none struck the youth fighting the God-King. He moved like a streak of light, weaving through the lightning.

"Divine speed?" Mekal's deep voice carried a hint of mockery. "To other gods, it might be a troublesome trick. But I am the nemesis of you speed-wielders!" The God-King suddenly opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire sky. "Pursue! Banish! Pursuers, become weapons for my minions! Pursue! Let them witness the power of the God-King's wrath!"

The thunder and hurricane in the sky surged and quickly took physical form in response to the call of the God-King, manifesting the shapes of axes and clubs.

At that very moment, the Saint Seiya also raised his hand and summoned his other half.

"Come on, Pegasus!" The Saint Cloth was completed in an instant.

Almost simultaneously, the two sides launched their first exchange.

Seiya's Pegasus Meteor Fist, imbued with atomic lightning, approached the God King, but His magnificent body instantly dissipated into a storm as it drew near, with hundreds of bolts of lightning shooting out from all directions in a 360-degree arc.

Following closely behind were the pursuing axe and club, which collided with the Pegasus Laser in mid-air, illuminating the earth with surging lightning.

The axe and mace recoiled instantly, transforming back into wind and thunder, returning to Mekal's hand. The God-King stood in the center of the earth, gazing up at the winged steed soaring in the sky. The two, with drastically different postures, scrutinized each other.

"I have said that my Pursuers and Exiles are the nemesis of you speed-wielders who roam about. From the moment you step onto the battlefield, your fate has already been sealed by their downfall."

The Chaser is the symbol of wind, and the Exile is the symbol of lightning. Both the Chaser and the Exile are divine artifacts forged by the craftsman god Kusava Hassis, and thus possess his divinity. They have the ability to lock onto enemies, which, in game terms, means a guaranteed hit.

Despite spouting grand pronouncements, the God-King unleashed his power once more, wielding his axe and club as he pursued Seiya.

The laser and the thunder clashed once more, colliding like meteors and unleashing a powerful electromagnetic phenomenon in the air.

In that instant of surging energy and blurred vision, an even more terrifying power was unleashed by Mekal! The domain of lightning expanded rapidly as if it had a mind of its own, instantly enveloping the sky for several kilometers in radius! A powerful, suffocating sense of solidification descended. The God-King is the ruler of the sky; whether it be natural thunderstorms or birds and clouds, all are under His control. A sky full of lightning and sweeping storms pressed down on Seiya from all directions. Now that it was known to be divine speed, He sealed off all sides.

In Seiya's eyes, time was stretched a thousandfold by his Seventh Sense. At this moment, it seemed as if there was nowhere left to go, both in heaven and on earth, and he could only watch as the slow but surging attack enveloped him.

But for Seiya, this scene filled him with joy. He smiled, clenched his fist, and then swung it out forcefully.

"—Fierce Tiger Gale Purple Lightning Fist!" Seiya roared.

After a brief, seemingly frozen moment, the storm of thunder and lightning began to collapse. The combat techniques wielded with the Seventh Sense far surpassed the original Wang Hu's. The propulsion of the powerful winds transformed the roaring tiger into a ferocious purple beast, using the storm pressing down on the God King as its garment, and lunging back at the God King before it.

The God-King stretched out his hand, and the exile instantly returned to His palm. With a firm grip, He swung it forcefully.

The fierce tiger, fueled by the Seventh Sense and the power of strong winds, clashed violently with the God-King who held the power of the sky! The distorted atmosphere formed a vortex that devoured everything, and at this moment, the true killing move of the Godslayer finally arrived.

"—Pegasus Spinning Light Speed ​​Kick!"

Not long ago, the same kicking technique that could send even the Steel God Lord slamming into the ground struck the God King in the same way. Without any doubt, a huge hole was torn open in the God King's chest. But before the magicians watching could even rejoice, the God King's body transformed into three hundred and sixty storms and lightning bolts and dissipated, before reforming once again into that majestic giant.

“These are all rather troublesome abilities.” Erica, watching from afar, slightly raised her delicate chin, but she showed no anxiety.

As the God-King, Mekal possesses a considerable amount of power, but the two he is currently displaying are his strongest points. His divine artifacts have a guaranteed hit effect that locks onto the enemy, while he himself can transform into lightning and storms to evade attacks. This combination of offense and defense is enough for him to easily outmaneuver most opponents.

However, Erica felt no anxiety, for just minutes earlier, through a magical teaching technique performed on her lips, she had already provided Seiya with enough specialized knowledge to unleash the Sword of Words. Once Seiya donned his gleaming golden God Cloth and unleashed the Sword of Words capable of sealing his opponent's power, the scales of victory would tip in his favor.

But at that very moment, something that should never have happened did happen.

A new storm descended without warning! Wind, rain, and lightning—three natural disasters—indiscriminately enveloped the entire battlefield, engulfing even the fiercely battling gods and celestial horses!

--boom! ! !

After the power of storms comes the power of strong winds, and after the strong winds pass, new natural disasters may strike.

"Who dares to interrupt my battle!" The God-King roared, raising the Exile. "Those who are not involved, disperse!"

Emerging from the storm was a gaunt old man, his gray hair a testament to his advanced age. But his chilling green eyes sent a shiver down one's spine, like someone walking empty-handed in the wilderness only to find themselves targeted by a ravenous wolf. Should one pick up a stone and fight, or should one issue a fierce threat and then turn and run?

At this moment, the magicians and witches who were able to watch the battle were all taken aback. Or rather, they were surprised that he was there.

"It's you? You little wretch who appeared in my palace, where my aura resides, and you still haven't left." The God-King recognized the other party.

He raised his hand, and the old man's response was to make the storm rage even more fiercely, completely transforming the ruins into a battlefield that blocked off all sides.

"Wind God and Rain Master, Thunder God roar. Smash temples and drive away gods and ghosts. The might of thunder and lightning follow." The old man invoked the Eastern power that summoned natural disasters, raising his finger, "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!"

Chapter 82: The Gathering of the Demon King and the Gods

This power was usurped from the triune wind gods (Wind Master, Rain Master, and Thunder God) of the Eastern Continent (Korean mythology). Their entire being is the power to summon storms and manipulate wind, rain, thunder, and lightning. As the user's emotions rise, the power's strength rapidly expands and increases.

But the snow and lightning that filled the sky were stopped by the Saints and the God King using similar powers.

But the visitor paid no heed, for it was merely a greeting. The old man's gaze swept past the magnificent giant beside him, settling on the winged Saint in the sky.

“Marquis Voban,” Seiya read out his name.

Like Seiya, he is a god-slaying beast, but unlike Seiya, who is the youngest, he is the oldest. The King of Magic in the Norse magic world, the origin of the term "Demon King," the Old Wolf King Sasha Dejanstad Voban.

Although to European knights and magicians he was undoubtedly a demon king, ruling in darkness for three hundred years and transforming all knights who defied him into wolves completely loyal to him, he held a positive significance for later god-slayers.

It was because of his existence that people realized just how terrifying a god-slayer truly is, a natural disaster that the world cannot contend with.

Campione—the Godslayer—is a tyrant.

Because he killed all the gods in heaven and seized the supreme divine power held by the gods.

CamPione—the Godslayer—is a king.

Because they hold the power they usurped by killing gods, and use it to control the mortals on earth.

CamPione—the Godslayer—is a demon king.

This is because no mortal living in this world has the power to contend with it!

[Excerpt from a letter from Cardinal Antonio Thebes to the Papal Court in the early 20th century]

While the Godslayers of the past were equally revered, they were primarily treated as Magic Kings. However, due to Marquis Voban's actions, later Godslayers have attained a supreme status.

Although many vengeful magicians saw this as nothing more than a dark rule maintained through tyranny, not the behavior befitting a true king, they secretly prayed or plotted to have the aged wolf king die at the hands of his nemesis.

“Your junior from the Far East, I learned about you from that kid Tony.”

Vauban’s attitude and tone were very calm, but this was the opposite of his personality. In fact, what he did was very selfish and full of blasphemy.

"I have a few privileges, the most important of which is the right to choose my prey. I have no interest in hunting mice; only the strong are worthy of my hunt. The problem is that gods suitable to be my prey are too rare, and that's when I thought of this method to solve it. A mysterious ritual to summon disobedient gods... If this ritual succeeds, I should be able to enjoy a brief period of pleasure—but my prey has been taken by yours."

He smiled.

The demon king, who had slaughtered many gods, wore a grotesque, twisted smile. A chilling power emanated from his tall, thin body, and his sharp, emerald-green eyes shone like the pupils of a tiger.

"Then you should have no objection to making yourself, along with the God-King himself, the object of my amusement."

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It would be reasonable for a tyrannical demon like Marquis Voban to appear anywhere, but it's unreasonable for him to appear here.

This is a secret known only to a select few, the inheritors of the highest-ranking magical societies: Godslaying must be a fair fight, a victory that satisfies Pandora, the godslayer's mother, and is enough for her to accept him as her adopted son. Otherwise, it is impossible to gain the power.

It is absolutely unacceptable for two god-slayers to gang up on and beat up a disobedient god. This would only prevent either of them from gaining power.

But Erica quickly noticed something was amiss.

Although she couldn't hear the conversation between the demon kings and the gods, it was easy to see from Marquis Voban's actions that he included Saint Seiya along with God King Megal in his attack target range.

"I see. If he were to defeat both sides, or defeat God-King Mekal while fighting both sides simultaneously, that would also be a worthy battle to slay a god!"

Was he going to challenge his fellow countrymen, the God-Slaying Pegasus and the God-King Megal, all by himself? At this moment, the other magicians watching the battle also realized Marquis Voban's intentions.

The magicians, who had just experienced the storm, suddenly looked up at the sky above. The dazzling firelight illuminated the sky, and a silver light streaked across the sky, leaving red light wherever it passed. In just a few breaths, a vast rain of fire rose from hundreds of thousands of meters above the ground and fell downwards!

Power—the one who judges sinners by the fire of karma, release!

Power—Eye of Sodom, unleash!

The power of Zhurong, the god of fire from the ancient East, combined with the divine punishment of Horaeus, the Roman god of war, unleashed a dazzling meteor-like pillar of fire, its tail trailing in flames. The raging inferno utterly destroyed the ruins, shattering the towering pillars and mountain peaks, ravaging the earth and mountains.

But this was merely the aftershock of the power's might, for the Meteor Purgatory was locked onto Pegasus, his brethren, and God-King, his sworn enemy. After a loud laugh, God-King Mekal transformed into countless bolts of lightning and vanished into the air. When he reappeared, he was already above the clouds, wielding his axe to drive away the lightning as he pursued the Wolf King, only to be swallowed whole by a dark beast that leaped from the ground.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Marquis Voban looked up sharply, only to find the light rising from the ground meeting the meteor shower he had summoned.

"Pegasus Meteor Fist, is it?" Marquis Voban was clearly familiar with this combat technique that had recently gained fame in the underworld. He watched as the golden light rising from the ground broke through the clouds and precisely collided with his own sea of ​​meteor fire in the air. The clouds were swept away in the firelight, and the meteor shower disintegrated into a rain of fire in the air.

Amidst this apocalyptic scene, many bewildered residents looked up at the red light illuminating the night sky and faintly heard voices coming from the high heavens.

"You talk about privilege and fun? Very well, hunting strong opponents is a warrior's fun, but you can't decide who you hunt."

The biological instincts emanating from the Sun Beast instantly instilled in the Old Wolf King an intense sense of crisis, even a feeling of impending death. But the instant the voice faded, the sky full of flames was already enveloped in a sharp golden light.

"——Rizhao Tianxiang!"

Chapter 83: Cry, scream, and then—

Marquis Voban's alertness was ultimately a beat too late! The darkness and earth beasts protecting him had already vanished in the setting sun's radiance, and the devastating impact still lingered! He rolled haphazardly, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, while his entire body suddenly swelled, his muscles bulging, transforming into an even stronger and more imposing primal wolf god!

Even so, the scorching light still left charred marks on his tough fur. But that didn't matter! This wolf god body, originating from Apollo, endowed him with astonishing vitality and was also protected by light; his wounds were healing at a visible speed!

Pegasus Saint Seiya landed on the ground, his wings radiating the light of the sun.

—Combat techniques, soaring through the sun.

This combat technique, powered by the power of the sun, is based on the Phoenix constellation's ultimate attack. When activated, it resembles a pegasus spreading its wings and soaring, releasing a scorching heat wave capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas, possessing the power to destroy everything.

Without any conversation, both sides attacked instantly.