Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

But it was all useless; they vanished into thin air the instant they got close to the Saint Seiya.

The defensive effect of the Corona Form is that the outer layer of the Cloth is surrounded by corona flames with a temperature of up to 100 million degrees Celsius, which is an absolute barrier that ordinary Saints can never break through.

The brown owls, engulfed by the corona's flames, transformed into brilliant golden flames, gliding briefly before showering down as a rain of light. The snakes instantly lost their color, evaporating and disintegrating in the sun.

Meanwhile, Metis was grabbed by the head by Seiya, who then forcefully pulled her into his arms.

—Fighting Technique, Atomic Lightning Fist!

Without any sign of life or room for maneuver, Metis also vanished completely in the radiance.

Seiya stared at Athena, who had reappeared in the sky, and at that moment he suddenly realized that he was now under Athena's control.

Without uttering a word, the last goddess resolutely raised her spear and charged towards Seiya.

Perhaps so. If even Alice could foresee the future, how could Athena, the goddess of wisdom, not see it? Yet, she still resolutely gambled everything. Just like Achilles in the Trojan War, who knew his future and resolutely took off his boots to step into this battlefield that would bring destruction.

"I sing, the hymn of the Triune Goddess. Connecting the sky, earth, and darkness, this is reincarnation and wisdom."

With her final authority, her final ritual, her final power, Athena was now gambling everything.

"I sing, I sing the song of the goddess who has been degraded. To be queen yet regarded as a forbidden serpent is the lament of a queen. I sing, I sing the poem of a goddess whose body and soul are torn apart. To suffer the humiliation of a noble patriarch is the humiliation of a loving mother. My name is Athena, daughter of Zeus, patron goddess of Athens, eternal virgin. In the past, I was the mother of the earth, who nurtured all things! In the past, I was the lord of the underworld, who ruled over darkness! In the past, I was the wise queen, who knew the wisdom of the heavens! I swear, I will surely triumph!"

A deep, muffled roar erupted from the sky, like thunder from afar, or the sound of an incredibly massive object grinding against each other.

On the border of the battlefield, Queen Guinevere gazed at the dazzling moon overhead. She could vaguely sense the majesty emanating from that sacred object that instilled fear in the world. It was the world-saving divine blade capable of destroying the world, the final sword of the last king, the embodiment of the strongest steel.

The incomplete ritual of the savior's sword, and its possible location, were all told to Athena by her; there was no concealment. Because whether Athena became the darkness that devoured the world, or thus summoned the final king who slaughtered gods, both outcomes were acceptable to her.

Alice wanted to tell Seiya that Athena descended to earth here to summon the divine weapon that had slumbered for a thousand years. Then, after the ancient night devoured the present world, she would use this sword to create a new world.

Even if everything goes as Athena wishes, the problem is whether there's enough time now.

Guinevere, the Witch Queen revered by all witches, gazed up at the sun that had destroyed darkness and illuminated the world, a smile playing on her lips that she herself didn't even notice. The night breeze ruffled her hair as she turned to look at the last remnants of darkness: "Farewell, Metis."

History is repeating itself at this moment.

Just like the scenes that appeared in Sardinia this spring.

"Athena, please witness my destiny and bless me to victory!!" The Saint Seiya shouted his incantation at this moment.

In an instant, a radiance that even the gods would take notice of shone within Seiya's body, and his fully burning cosmos transformed into a vortex of light that enveloped his body.

Then, the microcosm, with Athena before it as its core, transformed into a corona of light that pierced through heaven and earth.

—Fighting Techniques, Pegasus Sun Crown Fist!

In the instant she was engulfed by the light, what did Athena think of? Was it, as she had said before, her mother's sigh, the queen's shame, or the old woman's wisdom? The answer is none of these. She looked at the Saint Seiya before her and revealed a genuine smile.

The glow of dawn rises from the east, and Christmas Eve comes to a close.

Chapter 98: The End

"Next up is the football channel, starting with a preview of the Changzhou vs. Nanjing match between Thirteen Sisters—"

The content broadcast on the television was the usual intelligence report.

Ordinary people who have no connection to the underworld read the following information and went to work with the same mood as usual.

The bizarre lunar eclipse of a few nights ago, though mentioned in the "scientific explanations" and "debunking" by experts on various local television stations, was quickly overshadowed by more eye-catching entertainment gossip.

Deep within Mount Lu on the Eastern Continent, Lu Yinghua, acting as the proxy for Martial Venerable Luo Hao, reviewed the intelligence gathered from the outside world and was generally satisfied with the current outcome. Most of the disturbances and disturbances had been quietly suppressed by their faction, once again proving that even large-scale events, if handled through official channels, could always have their impact controlled within an acceptable range.

The real problem lies with Britain, the battlefield. At this moment, Alexander Gascoigne, the god-slayer, and the Council of Wise Men must be in a state of utter chaos. To simply dismiss the earth-shattering events of Christmas Eve as a "total lunar eclipse" is far too weak and ineffective.

"In other words, the Japanese emperor has already killed the descending Earth Mother Goddess." The woman, sitting in the hut with her legs crossed, sneered disdainfully. "The emperors of the South Seas are all worthless bastards; they even need outsiders to protect their own countries."

With a face as delicate as jade, a posture as graceful as a mimosa, and silky black hair braided up, she appeared to be around seventeen or eighteen years old. She wore a white Hanfu (traditional Han Chinese clothing), and this was the image of the young girl sitting calmly in her dwelling.

From a purely aesthetic standpoint, she might be the most beautiful woman in the world. But the moment Lu Yinghua heard her voice, he collapsed to his knees, banging his head against the ground, and cried out in joy, "The name of the wise and courageous Holy Master will live as long as heaven and earth, forever immortal! Your martial might is boundless, and your wisdom and compassion shine throughout the world. Your disciple, Lu Yinghua, wishes Master a thousand years of prosperity!"

Luo Hao frowned slightly. "Eagle-like behavior and sycophancy are not the conduct of a martial artist. If you had devoted all your energy to martial arts, you might have already attained the Nirvana Realm."

Lu Yinghua thought to himself, treating his master's words as nothing more than a fart. If he were slow to offer his praise, he would be struck by a powerful Vajra Palm that would leave him half-paralyzed.

Her surname is Luo, her given name is Cuilian, and her courtesy name is Hao. She is the pinnacle of martial arts, the supreme leader of the Five Prisons Holy Sect, the martial arts king of Jiangnan in China, and the nemesis of Marquis Voban, Sasha Dejansdale. Within East Asia, as many as 30% of those skilled in Chinese martial arts and magic have submitted to her, swearing allegiance and obeying her every command.

If there were a contest to determine the most tyrannical monarch in the world, most magicians would likely vote for Marquis Voban. However, only a select few know that the tyrannical Luo Hao is no less brutal than Voban.

Fortunately, she usually secluded herself in the mountains to cultivate the Way of Heaven (develop her powers), so she did not cause turmoil in the countries like Marquis Voban did.

As her thoughts wandered, Luo Hao's gaze seemed to pierce through the dwelling and land on the distant eastern island nation. "Speaking of which," her cool voice rang out again, "that stable boy in the Western Heavenly Palace, isn't the time for his seal to loosen approaching again?"

Lu Yinghua sensed the sharp aura emanating from his master and quickly replied, "Master's insight is astute. In four months, it will be the time of upheaval for the Ape God Lord."

The last time they clashed was a century ago. Luo Hao narrowed his eyes. "Give the order that, no matter what, that plague-causing monkey must not be allowed to remain sealed in the land of Japan."

"I will obey the Master's decree!" Lu Yinghua kowtowed deeply, then quietly withdrew from the hermitage. With his departure, the small hermitage deep in Mount Lu returned to its tranquil silence.

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"Happy New Year," Seiya said, bowing with his hands clasped in greeting.

Happy New Year, Seiya!

As the new year arrives, Seiya, as is customary, receives congratulatory messages from various factions within his nation. He also receives greetings from diplomatic missions, including the Bronze Red Cross from Naples, the Council of Wise Men from London, England, the Royal Factory, the Southern European Union, and the Western Five Prisons Church.

The Five Prisons Holy Cult. Seiya's mind raced with information about this behemoth: behind it stood the legendary Chinese martial arts master, Luo Hao. Legend had it that she was born in the sixtieth year of the Qianlong Emperor's reign, her birth accompanied by celestial phenomena, and she was revered as a saint by a secret religious society seeking to overthrow the Qing dynasty and restore the Ming. And she lived up to her title of "chosen one," astonishing the world with her unparalleled martial arts talent.

However, when she reached the pinnacle of her martial arts, she did not rise up in rebellion as those old fogies had hoped. Instead, she ruthlessly slaughtered all the high-ranking members of the Holy Sect who had tried to control her. Subsequently, she swiftly consolidated the entire martial arts world, calling herself the Five Mountains Holy Sect. Although initially denounced as the Five Hells Demonic Sect by the righteous martial arts community, after she crushed all the so-called heroes who dared to challenge her, the word "demon" was naturally replaced by "holy."

"Wow," Seiya whistled as he looked at the brief description in the data. "This experience is just like Dongfang Bubai conquering the world."

However, Seiya was certain that he had no connection whatsoever with this colossal being from the far west. This unexpected gift was strange, but he didn't dwell on it too much. After all, the period from now until the middle of the year should be relatively peaceful. Even if a rebellious god were to descend, it would be Kali, the war goddess who appeared in India as Shiva's wife; he wouldn't steal the wolf king's prey this time.

Stella was currently focused on the Western Continent's football league, placing bets with an online friend she'd recently argued with. She bet on Changzhou, while the other person supported Nanjing. The debate over the power levels in One Piece wouldn't end anytime soon, but the outcome of this match would be decided quickly.

"We have to win, Gunzhou! We have to teach those clueless guys a lesson!" Stella clenched her fists.

“You can use your powers to influence this match,” Seiya said without looking up.

“That would be like using Wind Spirit Moon Shadow, which would lose its fun.” Stella raised an eyebrow. “You, who are always undefeated, would never understand.”

He wasn't always undefeated... Seiya thought of a friend he had made, Veleslana, or more accurately, his younger self. He had won two and lost one of those three matches, but as long as he won in the end, that was enough.

Stella had been observing Seiya's condition all along, because she was aware of the troubles she was in.

The white-armed goddess Hera and Nemesis, the goddess of karma who is pursuing her, will eventually find her whereabouts. At that time, we'll still have to rely on Seiya to fight them, as well as the possibly appearing goddess of war, Athena.

"Oh right, how's your Athena doing?" Stella finally asked the question she had been wanting to ask all along.

Chapter 99: You call me Master, I call you Mother

"I don't know." Seiya gazed at the sky with a wistful look.

"You don't know? You just don't want to say, right?" Stella nudged Seiya's waist with her elbow, her eyebrows dancing with excitement. "We're brothers, what's there to be embarrassed about? Judging from your expression, you must have killed her and sent her back to Mythology, right? What a pity, you should have beaten her to her knees and made her your sex slave... *bang*!"

Seiya drew his sword and delivered a sharp chop to Athena's head. Stella always beamed with pride when the topic of how to make Athena suffer came up. But she was wrong; Seiya genuinely didn't know.

Because right after the sun's corona melted away the darkness, Athena's form also disappeared.

Stella continued her rambling, "Actually, you should conform more to the mythology. As the Pegasus who slew the gods, you're essentially Steel in the modern world. Defeating the Earth Mother should make her your new slave—that's the proper way to respect her! And if Athena were still alive, as the defeated one, she should obediently wash herself clean, tie on a red ribbon, and lie on your bed..."

"And what about you?" Seiya interrupted calmly, turning his gaze to her. "You are the first Earth Mother Goddess to fall to me. In accordance with mythology, shouldn't you..."

"Hmm? What? What is it?" Stella's eyes darted around for a moment, and she yawned. "Ah... I'm a little tired today, Lord God. See you tomorrow!"

Stella was quicker than anyone to slip away the moment the conversation touched on her potential weaknesses. Seiya watched her disappear, pursed his lips, and finally just silently raised his head to look at the dark, iron-like night sky above.

She should still be there, Athena. Somewhere in this world.

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Late at night, the Saint Seiya dreamt of countless figures that stirred his heart.

Athena, with long purple hair and wearing divine robes.

There is Athena, holding a golden scepter and with bright green eyes.

Athena, holding a winged staff and wearing a white robe.

There was Athena, wearing a dark green robe, with bright eyes and white teeth.

There is Athena, wielding a spear and shield, with the intention of destroying the world.

Countless figures, countless postures, and countless possibilities of different worlds were unconsciously transmitted into Seiya's dream through the strong wind.

At this moment, the "Wheel of Friendship" and the "Incarnation of Strong Wind" within his body, two powers with extremely similar functions, quietly resonated once again.

The powerful winds, on a multiverse scale, capture fragmented information from distant, different universes; the Wheel of Friendship, like a finely crafted spindle, binds together those messages about Athena that are most deeply intertwined with Seiya's soul.

An owl, which should have been fulfilling its duty to deliver the letter, silently landed on the windowsill, a gleaming envelope in its beak. However, its movements were interrupted by a suddenly appearing silver figure. Despite being a rebellious god, its sworn enemy, it did not trigger any physical reaction characteristic of a god-slayer.

The moonlight gilded her with a hazy silver edge. She gazed at the sleeping Seiya, and after a moment, slowly reached out her hand, with a gentle touch that was almost a sigh, her fingertips lightly brushing across the Saint's slightly furrowed brow.

Seiya seemed to realize something and opened his eyes groggily.

The next instant, his vision was obscured by a layer of black veil. This black veil, containing hidden authority, blocked Seiya's vision.

Even so, the Saint Seiya could still identify the person in front of him by the warm touch of the person straddling his waist and the faint scent of the nine-mile fragrance surrounding him.

"Don't speak, just feel with your heart."

Before Seiya could say anything, the familiar feeling returned, and a warm touch pressed against his lips.

From the power of the Triune Goddess to the information about divine artifacts such as the End Box, the Winged Staff, and the Aegis of Athena, and finally the information about the entire Godslayer universe, all this knowledge belongs to the wisdom and authority of Athena.

At that moment, Seiya understood exactly what Athena wanted to do.

Although he was glad to realize she was still alive, he wanted to correct her perception and confirm whether she was Metis, Gorgon, or Athena. However, no matter how Saint Seiya thought about it, he couldn't connect her with the Athena currently riding on his back.

"Stella may like to joke around, but she's right about some things." The voice echoed in Seiya's mind.

Athena slowly raised her head, her breath sweet as orchids. She looked at Seiya, who was veiled in black, with a complex expression.

"As the Earth Mother Goddess who challenged the world, I was defeated by the God-Slaying Pegasus, which symbolizes heroes. In fact, I was already subordinate to you. Until I raise the banner of rebellion again, I will temporarily submit to you."

Perhaps it was because he had spent too much time with a goddess like Stella, who was so shameless and vulgar, that Seiya's mind wasn't quite right. When he heard Athena's declaration, what he thought of was, "How about we each do our own thing... you call me master, and I'll call you mother."

But the next moment, that softness covered his lips again.

Along with the almost brain-draining pleasure, a slight pain traveled from the Saint's chest to her mind.

He vaguely heard the fluttering of birds' wings and the sound of the windowsill being pushed open. He was about to remove the black veil obscuring his vision to see clearly, but in the next instant, a soft hand covered his neck and slowly pulled open his clothes, making Seiya tense all over.

Mosaic, could it be... Seiya closed his eyes, yay! Don't pity me just because I'm a delicate flower!

"What should you call me?" Athena's soft and charming voice rang in Seiya's ears.

“…Mom.” Seiya was a little embarrassed.

"Say it again," Athena's voice guided.

"...Mom." Seiya was already excited when he called out the second time.

There were no further actions taken. After a few seconds of silence, a rustling sound, like clothes being taken off, could be heard.

A delicate, orchid-like breath brushed against his face. Just as Seiya began to have doubts, he instinctively grabbed the thigh beside him. It was a familiar touch; the girl's skin was delicate, but it was definitely not the feeling Athena should have.

Seiya ripped off the black veil that was covering his vision, and what came into view was Ena Kiyoshuuin, who was already in a newborn state, and Stella standing furtively beside her.

In that instant, he understood. It was indeed Athena at first, but after the sharp pain in his chest, she had already left. And next came Stella, who had sneaked in and taken advantage of him.

"Are you trying to mess with me like the Little Dragon Girl?" Seiya gritted his teeth.

Stella tried to run away, but Seiya grabbed her ankle. "No! I'm your mother! You just called me that!"

But Seiya only had one choice—

—Rape!!

Chapter 100: The Opening of Power, Responding to the Heavens

Stella tried to forcibly move herself using the Wheel of Friendship, but she quickly discovered that the divine artifact symbolizing half of her body was completely unusable. She suddenly remembered that she had completed the awakening ritual of the Beast Emblem the moment she was devoured by the god-slaying beast before her, and that she and the beast had completely become Seiya's possessions.

Despite having a cute, childlike face, her body was perfectly proportioned, with curves that accentuated her figure. Her two prominent breasts had stunningly beautiful shapes, and her waist and hips had artistically rounded lines. Although she was slender, she had supple and soft thighs. Her entire body was perfect.