Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

The simultaneous appearance of two divine incarnations in such a short period of time left Seiya unsure whether to call it the God of War's good fortune or humanity's misfortune.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, Erika was moving with incredible speed, almost like she was flying. The stone streets were crumbling, and she leaped across rooftops, walls, streetlights, and buildings—anywhere she could find a foothold—her feet barely touching the ground.

"Saint Thomas, share your martyrdom with others!" With this new incantation, Erica threw her spear.

The cursed spear, imbued with an infallible and deadly power, is difficult for even gods to escape, let alone beings inferior to gods—such as divine beasts or sacred beasts.

The spear slashed a deep wound across the goat's lower abdomen.

If things continue like this, perhaps she could truly achieve a feat equal to Seiya's—defeating an incarnation of a god. Without such power, she wouldn't have harbored such arrogant ambitions.

But at that very moment, she heard these words: "Step back, witch. This is not a battlefield for you to enter."

Words are the power of words, and the power of words is the command. Erica was bound by these simple words and involuntarily stepped back, looking up at the white-robed boy who descended from the wind and rain.

He actually appeared! No, no, it should be Him!

The white-robed youth possessed an imposing aura far surpassing that of the previous day. Clearly, during this time, he had recalled his several avatars, and even Erica couldn't estimate the extent of his recovery.

But what truly drove Erica to despair was something else entirely.

She found her body trembling uncontrollably, an uncontrollable fear stemming from the vast difference in their souls. Like a rabbit going into shock at the smell of a tiger, or human saliva being a deadly toxin to a snake, the immense difference between humans and gods made even the proud Erica find it difficult to entertain the mere thought of fighting them.

At that moment, the voices of his uncle and the witch rang in his ears once more.

Only when you truly confront the God who does not obey you will you understand whether you possess the corresponding talent.

But the losers have no right to survive.

The sense of presence and the oppressive aura that completely shattered the family's obsession and the genius witch's self-esteem.

Even though her face turned pale, she didn't dare to refute the words of the true god of disobedience, and her eyes showed no sign of resistance. She herself never expected to show such an expression.

Erica suddenly realized that she was the incompetent fool before she died.

"Stand up. If you are afraid, stand behind me." A third voice rang out across the battlefield.

As the voice rang out, Erica suddenly regained control of her body, but there was no joy on her face. It was because a figure was taking over everything for her.

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I'm sorry, I'm not satisfied with the new chapter at all, so I can only update once today. There will be three chapters tomorrow.

Chapter Thirteen: Saint Seiya Challenges the Gods

Erica was suddenly able to breathe. He stood before the storm, the overwhelming pressure pouring down on him, like a dark reef on the shore of a stormy sea, unmoved by the crashing waves.

From behind, he wasn't particularly tall, unlike Salvatore who radiated brilliance, or Alexander who exuded an elegant kingly aura. But at this moment, he was on par with the gods.

A young man who calls himself a Saint, taking the name of Saint, the highest rank that mortals can reach.

"So, the one with the talent isn't me, but him?" Erica suddenly realized this after regaining her ability to think. At this moment, she couldn't help but think of Zola in the Witch's House. Had Zola already foreseen this?

With Seiya standing in front of her, Erica's pressure was greatly reduced.

"Could you please tell us juniors your name, the invincible God of the East?"

Suddenly, Erica bent her knees and bowed her head respectfully. The boy looking down at her—correction, the boy god—revealed an expression of keen interest as he scrutinized her.

"You're quite the clever little girl, trying to evade the curse I cast on you through such rituals. You've even guessed my real name. I warn you first: your body, which you should be so proud of, is as fragile as glass in our presence. The paths of humans and gods can never intersect."

Erica didn't speak again. Although she had a lot more to say, the boy god's gaze wasn't on her, and that invisible restraint prevented her from speaking.

—The boy and Seiya seem to have returned to the starting point.

"So it is you. Are you also a foolish one who has followed in my footsteps?" The young god narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he were smiling, but all one could feel was a bone-chilling cold.

Seiya didn't answer for the moment, but looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar white-robed boy in front of him.

He is significantly different from the boys I've seen before.

He was slender and not very tall, yet possessed an incredibly powerful presence. His face was exquisitely detailed, resembling that of Maitreya Buddha. However, he gave the impression of being an incomprehensible, non-human being. This face wasn't human; it was merely a replica, making it a work of art more beautiful than any human being.

But most importantly, it has become detached from humanity, embodying an arrogant divinity that transcends all living beings, and even the friendliness that once shone in its eyes has been replaced by indifference.

He has reclaimed his name, Vereslana, the ancient Persian god of war, the god of warriors who wields victory and reigns supreme.

"Do you also wish to emulate that foolish witch beside you and attempt to challenge the gods?" The young god revealed his usual smoky, ancient smile. "Step back. Although I still have an unfulfilled agreement with you, with my current appearance, you have no chance of winning. Moreover, you are still in a crippled state."

As the god of wind who guides travelers and the god of victory who sees the weaknesses of enemies, He immediately understood Seiya's most fatal flaw the moment He met him again.

—That is the most important protection that is missing, the weapon that resonates with and even sublimates one's own power, which is probably a piece of clothing.

He is now completely unqualified to complete the unfinished third match.

Indeed, it's questionable whether a Saint Seiya without their Cloth can still be called a Saint. And to challenge gods with only Bronze Cloths is certainly presumptuous, but—

"If victory and defeat are determined by such a simple contest of strength, would there still be any conflict in the world? Everyone would simply reveal their power before the battle even begins."

The war god Vereslana narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the mortal before him with whom he had once formed a deep bond.

"I only have one question for you: is it absolutely necessary for you to engage in the final battle with God King Mercator on this island?" Seiya questioned.

"Have you forgotten? I am now a heretic. I was indeed a guardian of light and justice before—but now I am the god of struggle against heresy. Hehehe, kid, it's really fun to play with you."

With unprecedented exhilaration, the war god Vereslana unleashed his fighting spirit upon the entire world.

"Not long ago, I lost all my divine qualities, so the aura of the 'God of Disobedience' was very faint, unlike my original existence. However, now that I have regained all three incarnations, it is completely different. I have returned to my original self. I am now the God of Disobedience!"

It's definitely different from before.

Greater than before, stronger than before, more sacred than before, non-human—completely different from other people. And they are still aware of the many transgressions they have committed.

This is—the disobedient god, the god who defies the myths woven by humankind.

But the God of War's laughter stopped, because His unbridled, outward-expanding pressure abruptly ceased at that moment.

Opposite him, a deep silver aura erupted like a vigorous volcano, its radiant heat even distorting the atmosphere, causing the world tainted by his oppressive aura to be divided into a domain that did not belong to him.

Starlight shimmered in Seiya's eyes as he strode towards the God of War. The situation was now clear; no further words were needed.

All Seiya could say and do were those eight words.

"Burn, burn!"

Under the watchful gaze of the disobedient war god Veleslana, Seiya, who was approaching him, spoke.

It was like a word of power, but not directed at the outside world; it was a miraculous key that was directed only at oneself, an inward force. Its essence was like a torrent of power.

"—My own universe!"

The force of the collision, the physical bodies in conflict, the divine power twisted.

Erica didn't see what happened next with her own eyes, because the shockwave from the collision blew her away, leaving her stiff and unable to move. When she got up from the ground and looked up, she saw a mythical scene.

The young war god, surrounded by golden flames, clashed with the Saint Seiya, whose energy surged like silver waves. Pegasus Meteor Fist was unleashed once more, the fully ignited cosmos driving a barrage of combat techniques, wreathed in flames and a torrential rain, towards the defiant war god. It easily tore through the air and silence. Yet the war god offered no defense, simply lowering his arm to command the atmosphere before him, whipping up a storm that engulfed the hundreds of streaks of light.

He burst into laughter, and the terrifying golden eyes of the sun, representing his defiance, shone brightly in his pupils. He had once again transformed into the arrogant god of victory he once was. He too abandoned all armor and engaged the Saints in a desperate battle.

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Chapter One.

Chapter Fourteen: Holding onto Hope, Burning with Life

Deep within an underground cave in southern Sardinia, a burly, middle-aged man sitting on a waterside altar suddenly opened his eyes.

"So you've only recovered a portion of your divine power and yet you're recklessly starting a battle? You really don't take me, your old man, seriously." The burly man looked towards the battlefield.

The island itself was His territory, and nothing that happened there could escape His notice. Mercator, the king of gods, was rapidly recovering from his injuries through slumber, but was awakened by a battle in the distance.

Although that's what He said, even the victorious war god Vereslana, who had only reclaimed a few divine avatars, was still a formidable enemy. Could the human who could fight Him to such an extent be a holy knight or a martial arts master at the pinnacle of Nirvana?

But He soon sensed another presence.

"There's even a lord of the underworld who came from the other side of the ocean?"

—The coastal area near the town of Aranchi, Sardinia.

A dazzling light shone, thunder surged, and rolling thunder grew louder as it approached from afar. Suddenly, the heavy gates of the sky burst open, and at that moment, golden lightning bolts tore through the dark clouds, illuminating the figure bathed in divine power.

"The simple warm-up is over, now prepare for my judgment!" The young figure in white robes stood at the entrance of the storm, the wind howling like a raging dragon, and he was the supreme king who held the power over heaven and earth.

This was just a warm-up? That earth-shattering battle was just a warm-up? Erica was dumbfounded, but when she looked at the resolute face of the opposing figure with the expression "that's right," she felt her worldview being turned upside down.

But things don't go according to her wishes; only those who wield power can make the world conform to her desires.

"Lightning! Lightning! Lightning! I am the conqueror who can defeat a thousand with a hundred, a thousand with a thousand, a thousand with a ten thousand, a ten thousand with a few thousand. Now, grant me divine power to shine brightly for me who stands on the side of justice! It is I who will crush man and demon—all enemies and hostility!"

The wild grass on the ground was bent low by the strong wind, and all the brilliance on the ground could not compare with the radiance of the sky.

The war god Veleslana commanded his newly acquired avatar, and the thunder that had been brewing in the sky for a long time intertwined into a golden goat, which transformed into a golden rain of thunder as it galloped, shooting down on the people on the ground.

But Seiya, at the moment the other party chanted the incantation, revealed a genuine smile.

The opponent showed no mercy or concealment, and instead unleashed a full-force attack without hesitation.

Although it lacks the power of the fully realized God of Victory, the essence of its power remains unchanged.

"That's it, my dear friend! Use all your strength to kill me! Otherwise, I can't wait to crush your divine pride!"

Immediately afterwards, a light also burst forth from his body, not dazzling, but impossible to ignore. His hands traced the trajectory of the stars, unleashing their full power with a punch that surpassed the speed of sound, releasing the power of the stars.

——Pegasus Ryuseiken!

Thousands upon thousands of meteors collided with the lightning in the sky.

Exploding starlight and lightning, fragments of meteors streaking past the two boys. One walks in the sky, bathed in thunder and lightning, the other treads on the earth, bathed in flowing light, yet in this confrontation between sky and earth, their gazes are equal.

The young military genius smiled as well, and the next moment, he took a step forward.

The moment he took his first step, Seiya kicked in the opposite direction.

Suddenly, the fist of the God of War, appearing behind Seiya, collided with Seiya's left foot. This was the first incarnation—the power of wind. In mythology, the God of War appeared before Saint Zarathustra in the form of a strong wind and said: "I am the strongest, I am the ever-victorious army on the battlefield, and I am the one who thwarts the hostility between humans and demons."

The wind will carry him to where he is needed, but Seiya had anticipated this move.

"Do you think the same move will work twice against a Saint?" Although the tone was questioning, Seiya's voice was firm and resolute.

The God of War's smile widened. "So that's how it is. You possess a warrior's essence similar to mine. You are able to discern weaknesses in battle, constantly push your own limits, and seize victory."

The boys' voices were soft, like old friends catching up, but their actions were cruel and ruthless.

Erica watched in shock as the men clashed. Both sides were top-tier warriors; the God of War moved with lightning speed, but Seiya's slender frame also contained terrifying explosive power. In this situation, the slightest carelessness could lead to death. However, both were warriors who possessed the most advanced combat awareness. Seiya could leap to the enemy's side in an instant, but Veleslana anticipated this and raised his leg.

This time, the collision of fist and leg caused Seiya's bones to crack. With a crisp snap, the whitish bone pierced his arm, drawing blood.

His physical body was no longer able to sustain such intense combat. Compared to the body of that god, even without his Saint Cloth, Seiya's physical body was weak, and even his burning cosmos could not bridge the gap.

Even its cosmos, already overloaded with a battle far exceeding its own strength, had reached this point and was no longer able to continue.

The young war god stood before Seiya, whose aura was gradually fading, and with his usual ancient-style smile, touched Seiya's brow with his finger.

"It is your honor to have fought me to this point. Rest assured, I will remember you forever after your death. If my bull and camel were still here, their power to shatter mountains and sink lands would be unparalleled..." But the next second, the war god's leisurely smile froze on his face, and he let out a sharp scream.

Seiya reached out and grabbed the young war god's wrist, the sudden burst of power shattering his entire arm. The young war god cried out in agony. But it didn't end there. Suddenly, Seiya, even more radiant than before, slammed his knee into the young war god's chest with a deafening roar, accompanied by the sound of ribs cracking and the agony of his arm being torn from his body.

What a cruel scene! Two figures were separated amidst the bursting light. Seiya's radiance shone brightly; his cosmos continued to burn!

Neither the watching deities, Erica, nor the young war god anticipated this scene. It was completely illogical; it was virtually impossible, both in terms of combat and mythology.

The severely wounded warrior, whose energy was completely depleted, suddenly unleashed unprecedented fighting power at the moment of his death.

But only the Saints know, so what?

When strength is exhausted, burn life; when life is exhausted, burn the soul.

As long as consciousness remains, the fight will continue; as long as there is life, hope can always be held onto.

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The second and third updates will follow shortly; we're working on them as quickly as possible.

Chapter Fifteen: At This Moment, the Prometheus Tablet

The unexpected turn of events dealt a heavy blow to the military genius Vereslana.

But after accepting all of this, neither He nor Seiya showed any emotion. Seiya, swinging his injured arm, used his cosmos to its fullest extent to reset his bones, even ignoring his severe injuries, and continued fighting.

"You talk too much nonsense. There are no so many assumptions. If I had the Seventh Sense and the Gold Cloth, let's go to another planet and have a showdown." Seiya finally responded to the young war god's words about possessing the incarnations of a bull and a camel.

"Oh, I see. So that's how it is. There are many unexpected things in this world!" Veleslana laughed, clutching his badly injured arm. He didn't care about the injury he had suffered and even found the unexpected attack hilarious.