Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

The reason it was described as a close call is because he fell on a soft surface.

It was Stella, who was lying on the bed in a "swan-landing-on-the-sand" sleeping position, with her buttocks sticking up. Seiya had thought that this goddess had left, after he had given her a good spanking the night before. Just as he was about to fall asleep, the goddess retaliated by trying to fight back, but she was bound by the subservient contract and eventually fell asleep on the bed as well.

However, because the effects of the Pegasus Big Fight still linger on her buttocks, she is still sleeping with her buttocks sticking out.

Is that really the case? Seiya approached with some curiosity.

He patted Stella's bottom, but she didn't react at all, which confirmed to him that she was pretending to be asleep. Her buttocks were red and swollen from his slap; how could she be so unresponsive?

Chapter 92: The King Will Sit and Wait

If one could temporarily set aside her less-than-appealing personality, Stella, feigning sleep, would undoubtedly reveal a breathtakingly beautiful face capable of making one's heart race. Abandoning her usual boisterousness, only a peaceful sleeping face remained; at this moment, she truly resembled an angel, pure and captivating. The young woman wore only an undergarment that complemented her pale blonde hair; the design was exquisite, a two-piece set of elegant pale yellow, and nothing else.

Her figure is indeed very good; no, that level of description is not enough.

She was still in that ambiguous age between girl and young woman, with a petite figure and a slender waist, yet her curves were completely out of proportion. Her exquisitely beautiful face exuded a pleasant fragrance. Despite this, her breasts seemed to be bursting out of her bra, like the fruit of an apple or peach.

The curves from the waist to the hips are also perfect. It possesses an artistic beauty, and looking at it directly can be particularly alluring.

This girl, whose figure could only be found in a game, was sleeping beside Seiya, clinging to him. Suddenly, without realizing it, she turned to her side, as if instinctively drawing closer to Seiya.

What should he do at this point? In the end, Seiya simply draped a blanket over her. "Get up, stop pretending to be asleep." Seiya slapped her still-healing bottom.

At this moment, the goddess of beauty finally opened her eyes.

"How boring, Pegasus." Stella turned to her side on the bed, propped her chin on her right hand, and tilted her head to look at Seiya, who was already dressed. "I'm not trying to string you along, but you're completely unmoved."

“And then you recorded it,” Seiya raised an eyebrow. “You are my subordinate god, don’t think I don’t know what you’re thinking.”

Although he rarely exercised his special privileges as the Supreme Ruler in Japan, except at the very beginning, he could easily revive them if he wanted. The five Nakano sisters, child star Mai Sakurajima, the pet girl of Sakura-sou, the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya Group, the Snow White of the shogi world… even the Yukinoshita family, mother and daughters, would have to appear in his bed that very night and shout "Danny is the best!" in front of him.

Of course, if he has unusual tastes, it wouldn't be a problem if Emperor Xiaochuan came to serve him in bed while Liu Lu and Xue Lian stood guard at the door.

This is the supreme power that the Demon King possesses in his own territory.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't. Why be so heartless? It's as if I came here specifically to seduce you when Athena wasn't around. I genuinely care about my good friend, and I even went so far as to use my body to lull you to sleep. Anyone in any of the pantheons knows that I'm very sentimental." Stella sighed. "I never imagined you were so deeply in love with Athena. It's pathetic and heartbreaking, and I'm moved to tears."

"That's not how you use idioms," Seiya couldn't help but correct him.

"That's enough, my friend. Being too serious won't please the goddess." Stella nudged Seiya's lower back with her elbow, smiling brightly.

Seiya was somewhat silent. How did this nobody from the divine realm become one of the twelve Olympian gods? Wouldn't it be a bit embarrassing for Greek mythology to bring her out into the world? But seeing the scene when she summoned eleven divine incarnations, he guessed that the gods of other mythologies probably didn't dislike this beautiful goddess who was all talk about brotherhood.

"And you, has your body fully recovered?" Stella leaned closer to Seiya, looking at the fully recovered Saint. "Was the power you usurped from Heracles (Megal) this time related to life?"

"Just a little bit," Seiya said.

The power is an auxiliary power for the Cloth, but the one who truly obtained enough power from Megal was the second protagonist-level Cloth since Pegasus.

However, this is not yet the stage for it to truly shine. Its real adversary is the Triune Goddess, Metis, who does not obey.

For this person who might be the strongest disobedient Seiya has ever encountered, the only person he can consult is Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, who considers herself his nemesis in mythology.

“Although we now know exactly what she wants to do, the secret authority she holds can completely protect her safety. If she doesn’t show herself on the ground, there’s nothing I can do.” Stella shrugged. “Don’t look at me like that. Now we can only wait for her to complete her entire plan and finally appear before you on her own.”

Stella stared at Seiya's face, trying to find an expression of anxiety and frustration on his face.

Seiya casually recounted the words that God-King Megal had once said.

"Your Majesty, we should sit and wait for him."

But to Seiya's surprise, this stay lasted for three months.

On Christmas Eve in Tokyo, Akihabara is adorned with twinkling lights and adorable reindeer statues. Santa Claus, handing out small gifts, is a common sight in front of every shopping mall. From the maid café "Nyan Nyan Ya" to upscale restaurants in Ginza, everyone enthusiastically promotes their Christmas Eve feasts. Couples stroll hand-in-hand, girls carrying carefully cultivated red roses, laughing and chatting as they walk through the streets. Even the street musicians in the subway tunnels are playing "Ode to Joy" with extra enthusiasm.

"Silent Night, Holy Night! In darkness comes light..."

Shepherds, in the wilderness, watch over their flocks.

Suddenly, brilliant light shone all around!

The heavenly warriors sang in unison, Hallelujah!

The cult leader is born tonight! The cult leader is born tonight!

In this land where Shintoism, Buddhism, and various emerging denominations divide the religious landscape, Christianity, having crossed oceans, has a shallow foundation. Yet tonight, devout believers and lovers alike, as the sacred melody draws to a close, rise in unison, their faces filled with hopeful anticipation for a happy future.

One couple, or more accurately, a pair of lovers, attracted a lot of attention.

Erica, dressed in a striking red Christmas dress, affectionately linked arms with Seiya's left arm, her face radiating pure joy and contentment. To his right, Ena Kiyoshuin was devoutly closing her eyes, earnestly making a wish.

"What did you wish for?" Seiya asked, turning his head to her.

"Ena hopes," Seijuin Ena gently rested her head on Seiya's shoulder, her voice tender and affectionate, "that every year on this day, she can stand by Seiya-sama's side, just like at this moment."

At the intersection, several missionary pastors did not disturb them, but instead warmly distributed small Christmas gifts to passing couples and children. Seiya received one as well.

He opened the small gift box, inside which lay a buttock wrapped in a gold ribbon. He took a bite, the crisp sound particularly clear in the lively air.

Seiya stood beneath a giant Christmas tree laden with gifts, before him the tireless hustle and bustle of Akihabara and the ever-flowing crowds. The chilly air was filled with the unique, ambiguous yet warm fragrance of the holiday. Every couple embracing, every young face, was etched with hopeful anticipation for tomorrow.

For some reason, at this moment, Athena's image appeared in his mind with unparalleled clarity. He felt that she should appear at this very moment, stand in front of him, and say "Merry Christmas" to him as always.

Chapter 93: Dark Christmas Festival

However, gazing at the bustling, noisy city lights before him, immersed in worldly pleasures, he ultimately just smiled gently.

Forget it, I think I'll pass.

Because if he were to see Athena at this moment, it would mean that he would engage in a final battle with Athena here.

Seiya relaxed. Anyway, he wasn't going home tonight; he was going to party all night. Tokyo was so much fun right now; he could easily stay out until dawn.

A comfortable night breeze gently blows.

You would never normally see such dazzling constellations in the night sky polluted by neon lights on the ground in a giant siphon city like Tokyo.

And there was also a silver crescent moon shimmering in mid-air.

I don't know when it happened, but my back muscles became more and more tense, and my body and limbs became full of power.

Since defeating Ursragna this spring, he has experienced this feeling several times—the change that occurs within the body of the god-slaying demon king when he approaches a god who is also his enemy.

The moment he sensed the change, Seiya's breath hitched almost imperceptibly.

Merry Christmas, Seiya.

That clear, cool voice, carrying the long-lost fragrance of the Nine Mile Flower, spread out from behind me without warning.

Seiya turned around, and the world fell silent. He looked at the goddess before him, dressed in a white robe perfectly suited to the atmosphere, but a hint of helplessness crossed his face. The goddess, however, gazed at the brightly lit city as usual.

"Christmas is an important Christian festival commemorating the birth of Jesus, the Son of God. The ancient Roman Empire also designated this day as the birthday of the sun god. That's why later generations of humans believe that this day was chosen to celebrate Christmas because Christians consider Jesus to be the righteous and eternal sun." The goddess spoke softly, "Speaking of which, Pandora called the first ceremony of your reincarnation the Dark Christmas Festival."

“Pandora probably meant to portray a god-slayer as a savior like Jesus,” Seiya said.

The goddess suddenly looked at Seiya before her, a mysterious smile appearing on her face, which seemed to possess an ethereal quality. "Do you know that a holy child was also born today? He will be the future God-King who will rule this universe!"

A strong sense of crisis enveloped Seiya, and just as he was about to summon his Cloth, Athena vanished before his eyes.

Seiya looked at the bustling world before him, where Erica was still picking out fridge magnets with Ena Seikiin. Everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion superimposed on reality.

However, the scent of Murraya paniculata has not yet left.

"Seiya, do you think Kumamon is cuter, or would you choose the panda?" Erica waved to Seiya. "What's wrong? Seiya? Seiya?"

After a few breaths, even Erica and Kiyoshuin Ena were able to sense the powerful aura rising from afar.

However, it was an excessively majestic holiness in terms of its aura, almost like the gates of hell that devour the world had opened, or another universe had descended upon this world.

Nevertheless, it is still possible to discern that the energy originates from the west—a west even more distant than the western continent (west of Fusang).

Even Erica, who only possesses extremely rudimentary witch abilities, sensed it. Just what kind of powerful being was releasing this aura?!

However, when they looked again, they found that Seiya had disappeared.

London, England, in Europe, has now lost its luster.

In an instant, while the people of this country were still immersed in the joy of Christmas, all the light vanished. The light was stripped away, the light was swallowed up, the light could no longer shine, so much so that the very concept of light disappeared from this region.

It wasn't just London; this engulfing territory was expanding rapidly, encompassing most of Britain and continuing to expand outwards.

Within this realm of ancient night, a flickering light still lingers, traversing the darkness.

"Wherever this body passes, the lightning marks will be the seal of divine punishment! This is—the lightning speed of the god-slayer!" A voice chanted the incantation high in the sky.

The fourth godkiller, the swift nobleman Alexander Gascoigne, traverses the darkness in the form of lightning. At this moment, he struggles against the darkness with the lightning-fast power of Remiel, the fallen angel who controls thunder and illusion.

He is not without other powers, but none of them are currently in use.

Each god-slayer's power after successfully killing a god is closely related to their own character, and Alexander's powers are mostly the type that require prior preparation. There's a saying in the magic world: you can have a skirmish with Alexander, but never challenge him to a duel.

Because once he is well-prepared, he can easily defeat opponents who are far stronger than himself.

But now, faced with the sudden arrival of the Ancient Night, he was helpless. Apart from a flash of lightning, most of his powers were rendered useless, and the three Furies, whom he had forcibly summoned by sacrificing his own pain and flesh, were easily swallowed up by this Ancient Night.

“This is a god who completely restrains his disobedience!” Alexander quickly realized this.

But could he retreat?! Alexander looked at the sunless London and gritted his teeth. He was, after all, the Magic King of this land. He transformed into lightning once more and soared into the sky.

It doesn't matter if you only have one power to command, because in the beginning, you were just a mortal who fought against the disobedient gods!

"In the blink of an eye, thunder, descend!"

Under the influence of the Word of Power, the lightning manifestation instantly expanded to its limit, with thousands of lightning snakes roaring upwards and baring their sharp fangs and claws. At this moment, the scene of the snakes devouring the god was frozen in the sky in the form of lightning.

Princess Alice, the supreme witch of the heavens, closed her eyes in anguish because her spiritual vision had foreseen the future.

A cold laugh echoed from beneath the night sky.

A scythe that blended into the night severed the lightning, along with the lightning manifestation that Alexander had transformed into; countless tiny lightning snakes darted wildly across the night sky, but all were quickly extinguished, leaving only the smallest wisp of lightning about to be swallowed up.

A purer light from behind him opened the door to the ancient night, grasping his figure in its own hands.

"Xiao Qi? It's you!" Alexander, now back in human form, stared in disbelief at the figure standing beside him.

He had considered the possibility that other god-slayers might break the established rules and come to his territory to witness this terrifying phenomenon. He had considered the possibility of the old wolf king, Marquis Voban, the sword king, Tony, and even Lady Aisha, who might suddenly appear. But he never expected that the one who appeared before him and saved his life would be this Saint Seiya.

"Step back, this place has nothing to do with you anymore."

Chapter 94: Saints, Challenge Athena!

"No, I'm sorry, but I can't."

Alexander responded to Seiya's words in this way: He put on his top hat, his expression serious and extremely focused as he gazed at the Ancient Night that was still encroaching on the present world.

"But you alone cannot deal with this kind of disobedient god, Seiya. Only I, only I, the Black Prince Alec, can do all this. I have a plan, but I need you to hold them off for me..."

Alexander pondered the still-effective Words of Power he possessed. If he could bind the gods of the Ancient Night with the Minotaur's Labyrinth, he might be able to turn the tide and achieve victory. But he needed a powerful figure capable of confronting such an outrageously disobedient god... Hmm?! Finally, out of the corner of his eye, he saw an index finger pointing at him.

The light was like a bolt of lightning, a completely unexpected scene, as the laser beam bursting from Seiya's fingertips covered Alexander's field of vision.

Before falling into a deep sleep, he vaguely heard sarcastic words: "You idiot who doesn't even understand the situation, I'm not discussing this with you."

In this world where individual power trumps everything, losers have no right to negotiate.

Alexander collapsed to the ground, and then a semi-illusory spirit appeared beside him. It was Princess Alice, whom Seiya had met once before. Seiya's gaze merely swept over her, and she seemed to want to say something to him, probably about why Metis was in England and the possible transmission of knowledge.

But Seiya had already taken a proud step, a step that crossed the world and appeared in the dark, ancient night.

In this realm, one could even say it's a return to the ancient, dark world, where the winding, open night sky envelops everything in darkness. Seiya stands on the ancient land, calmly gazing up at the night sky.

Surrounded by this world, a figure clad in white robes appears as the ruler of this world.

Athena in the heavens, Saint Seiya on earth.

What are the gods and humans thinking at this moment, gazing at each other across the distance between heaven and earth?

There were no pleasantries before the battle, not even a single word. Seiya raised his hand, and a blue wind swirled around him, transforming into the Pegasus Cloth.

"Burn, my inner universe!"

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The light spread everywhere, and the instantaneous radiance even briefly dispelled the darkness.

"Pegasus - Light Speed ​​Fist!"

Seiya's right arm flashed with light, and his burning cosmos expanded explosively.

Then, most of the light condensed on his right fist, while the remaining light flowed onto his Saint Cloth.