Saint Seiya, but Athena who disobeys?

Tsk-!

A sound like invisible chains being snapped rang out. The golden blade erupted with an even more dazzling light, and an overwhelming, unstoppable destructive power surged through the blade and into Hades' body! This power was not a physical impact, but a special attack directly targeting the very essence of a god's existence! It ravaged, tore apart, and annihilated within Hades' body!

The reason why Pegasus is called God-Slaying Pegasus is not because it slays gods, but because of its god-slaying power.

Seiya is a god-slaying warrior who can infinitely increase his power. Before his god-slaying power matures, the stronger the opponent, the greater the power Seiya can unleash. When facing evil gods that wreak havoc on the earth, under certain conditions, he can materialize this god-slaying power hidden within his body.

Even the Hades Cloth, touted as an absolute barrier, could not defend against it, and even the cosmos of a god was destroyed. But at the same time, Hades pierced Seiya's body with his Hades Sword.

The excruciating pain and the terror of having one's very essence torn apart caused Hades to let out a low growl. However, the Hades Sword in his hand also pierced deeply into Seiya's body, the power of the curse spreading wildly, attempting to drag the other's soul into nothingness.

"Then... let's fall into the abyss together!" Hades Aaron grinned as he embraced his nemesis before him, and then they plummeted into an even deeper dimension.

Apart from a very few observers, no one knows their fate.

Half a day later, Sasha, holding the golden scepter, finally arrived at this final battlefield. She gazed at the terrifying sight of the setting sun and remained silent for a long time.

Standing guard beside her were Dohko and Shion, two Gold Saints who had survived countless battles, remaining inseparable and equally silent. Their resolute faces bore the weariness of battle, and deep within their eyes lay a profound understanding and heavy sorrow. No words were needed; they had already reached a conclusion: Pegasus Seiya, as was his destiny in countless past cycles, had perished alongside Hades, the god of the underworld. This was the glory of Pegasus, and also its inescapable shackles of fate.

For Athena, the goddess who held the key to victory, this was undoubtedly the glorious end of the Holy War. With Hades fallen and even the Underworld breached by the Saints, the Underworld would be powerless to wage another Holy War for at least several thousand years, and the earth would finally enjoy a long-awaited peace.

However, for Sasha—the girl who grew up with Seiya and Aaron in the orphanage…

In this short day, she lost her two remaining family members forever.

"You must still be alive, right?" Sasha said, her head bowed, clutching the withered wreath in her palm.

The petals on the wreath drifted in the wind. Sasha gazed at the vast expanse of yellow sand before her, watching the withered petals being swallowed up into the boundless world.

The void world was not unfamiliar to Seiya.

Just as Seiya arched his back and turned his gaze straight up—

He saw the enormous hole he had pierced through the world's membrane just seconds before, and then he saw a small yellow light in the distance of this dark and deep space. It was a corridor leading to the distant sky.

Someone is calling me.

A stirring from the deepest recesses of his soul transcended the cold emptiness and the corrosive curse. Seiya made a movement unconsciously. With difficulty and slowness, he raised his left hand—his bones shattered in battle, barely held together by his cosmos—as if to touch that unattainable light. At the same time, his still-intact right arm, in a fighting stance etched into his instincts, slowly drew back to his waist.

I can feel it!

Deep within his body, in the blood that had been almost frozen by the curse of Hades' sword, a warm and tenacious power was stubbornly reviving! It was... Sasha! It was the power Athena had injected into him last! Like a spark, it ignited the dying embers of his life and awakened his powerful response to the distant call!

"I am the strongest, and the one who holds all victory in my hands. Call my name, and you will never be defeated. I am the obstacle breaker, the strongest and most victorious guardian! Strong wind that guides the traveler, I command you, bring me to those who need help!"

Words of power are the switch; the outline of the Wheel of Friendship appears behind him, while a strong wind propels the gradually dimming Pegasus God Cloth, carrying him into a leap that disappears completely into this cosmic mass.

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For Stella, these past six months have been the happiest six months of her life.

The old maid has vanished without a trace, Seiya has disappeared, and all the glory belongs to the great Queen Stella.

But this happy and blissful time was shattered not long ago.

A familiar melody rang in Stella's ears, and the fear she hadn't felt in years returned, reminding her that she was actually being hunted by the White-Armed Goddess and her pack of female dogs. But before she could prepare for a strategic retreat, a meteor struck precisely into a rural town in Tokyo's Chiyoda Ward.

Stella's heart nearly leaped out of her throat. She instinctively took a half-step back, her divine power gathering, ready to activate the Wheel of Friendship and escape at any moment. However, as the smoke cleared slightly, and she saw the figure kneeling in the pit, wisps of white smoke rising from his body, his armor tattered yet still exuding a familiar aura, her taut nerves suddenly relaxed.

It's him! Seiya! He's finally back?!

An indescribable feeling of relief or something else welled up inside Stella, and almost instinctively and skillfully, she began to work her facial muscles, trying to squeeze out her most skillful, flawless, and icy sweet smile.

"Oh dear, the Supreme God... um?"

The figure in the pit seemed to have exhausted its last bit of strength. It swayed violently, its body tilting forward uncontrollably, like a puppet with its strings cut, falling straight down!

Stella's smile froze on her face, her mind going blank. She even forgot to dodge, or rather, the angle at which the other person fell was so tricky that she felt it was intentional.

The man, covered in wounds and exuding a terrifying aura, plunged headfirst into Her Majesty Stella's high, soft, and delicate bosom, enveloped in magnificent robes, without any hesitation.

Chapter 145: Like Sunlight Piercing Through the Night (Part 2)

Looking at the God who had collapsed in his arms, all the words he wanted to say were ultimately reduced to a complex and unreadable smile.

“In the end, we still have to rely on Lady Stella’s great embrace,” she said, a hint of smugness in her voice. “A weakling like Athena naturally doesn’t have that power.”

She gently embraced Seiya, her movements carrying a touch of awkward tenderness, like a mother cradling a weary child after a long and arduous journey. She lowered her head slightly, her cheek lightly touching Seiya's dust-covered head, one hand unconsciously and gently stroking his disheveled black hair.

This tender, motherly affection lasted less than a second, because she was horrified to discover that the body of the main god before her was covered with ceramic-like cracks, and even his life force was rapidly fading.

"Don't die, my friend... If you die, I'm doomed too, hey hey...!"

Just before Stella was about to scream in terror, a jet-black owl with sharp eyes, like a messenger of the night, silently flapped its wings and landed precisely in the air in front of Stella, tilting its head to look at her. A familiar and sacred aura emanated from it.

Upon seeing it, Stella's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and her heart, which had been pounding in her throat, returned to its place. She let out a long sigh of relief, and her signature, slightly proud, relieved smile returned to her face.

Her initial worries vanished. Compared to the power of love possessed by the great Empress Stella, Athena was indeed superior in matters of reincarnation and rebirth. Well, it's best to leave this to the professionals.

Deep within the vast sea of ​​dreams, fragments of Seiya's consciousness drifted, touching upon fragments of scenes he had never known in his previous life:

Following them, the Saints, led by Taurus Hasgard, stormed into the Underworld, destroyed Hades' city on Earth and in the Underworld, and defeated the 108 Stars of Death.

Pandora, leading the remaining forces, retreated to the final and infinitely vast eighth hell, guarding the four rings of the underworld. There, they gathered their strength, awaiting Hades' return.

Through the faint connection of the Wheel of Friendship and the perception of the Incarnation of the Strong Wind, Seiya's consciousness seemed to transcend the constraints of space. He saw the blue earth of the Siberian ice field and felt the power surging beneath the ice and snow; he swept across the Jamir Plateau, where China's Tibet and India meet, filled with a sacred aura; he even glimpsed the secluded paradise of the mysterious sculptors, shrouded in mist. All these places he could see had one thing in common: they were all talking about the same name—Pegasus Saint.

His senses continued to extend, reaching the celestial realm high above the earth, a solemn and indifferent place; then he sank into the depths of the underworld, capturing the figure of Tiankui Xing Yaoma, wearing a tall hat and with a strange smile, following behind Pandora; finally, the image froze on the rebuilt sanctuary.

There, the goddess Sasha, clad in white robes, stood silently, holding the golden scepter symbolizing wisdom and victory. Her voice remained as gentle and comforting as ever, but her expression was entirely different, her face bearing a mature serenity. Having experienced this holy war, she had grown considerably. Her majesty was undeniable without a word.

She receives guidance from the previous Athena and the assistance of the Saints. A glorious era centered on Athena's Sanctuary is about to begin, spanning hundreds of years to come.

But the scene suddenly changed.

That was a place Pegasus would never forget—a remote Italian countryside town. Huge olive trees cast thick, green shadows, and beneath them, a young girl clasped her hands in devout prayer, her eyes closed. The wind ruffled her hair, carrying a soft murmur:

"You must still be alive, right, Pegasus..."

Seiya silently gazed at the dream before him, the Saints, adorned with golden stars, streaking across the night sky. In the hundreds of years to come, who would be steering this train of time, heading towards what distant horizon?

In a daze, he seemed to hear a distant sound from the past. It was from the weathered wall of an orphanage, where a brilliant shooting star was streaking across the night sky. Young Pegasus turned his head and excitedly asked his friend beside him:

"Hey Aaron, what did you wish for?"

Another young yet incredibly firm voice rang out:

"I...I want a world without the gap between rich and poor, without the suffering of war. I want...world peace."

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Seiya slowly opened his heavy eyelids, his whole body soaked in sweat, as if he had just struggled out of a long nightmare that spanned time and space. Before him, white mist swirled, and warm spring water enveloped him, an indescribable comforting warmth seeping into his exhausted limbs and bones.

"Athena?" Seiya's voice was hoarse from just waking up, a mixture of surprise and understanding. Before him, a girl wearing a knitted cat-ear hat sat by the hot spring, her feet also immersed in the water. Seeing him awake, a rare hint of helplessness appeared on her almost icy, transparent face.

"It just so happens that I am also the ruler of the underworld, and I will take part of it for you, otherwise your life would have completely slipped away in your sleep. You are really too playful, Pegasus."

Seiya didn't say anything; he enjoyed the warmth of the hot spring.

This is the sacred spring of Minerva, the goddess of wisdom—the Roman goddess of wisdom, war, the moon, and memory. Seiya's essence is inextricably linked to, almost identical to, Minerva's. He is no stranger to this spring; he has awakened in this symbol of miracles several times after crossing the line between life and death.

Seiya felt an unprecedented sense of weakness overwhelm him as he assessed his current state.

Fragments of memory flooded back. In the final moment, the image of him and Hades piercing each other's chests clearly appeared. His golden god-slaying blade, even in the multiverse, was a top-tier anti-god weapon, but unfortunately... true to the nature of the Saint Seiya world, like the God Cloths, it was just temporary equipment for completing story missions.

After Sasha's cosmos disappeared, the Pegasus God Cloth also reverted to its original state. Unlike Athena, Seiya wasn't bothered by the remaining injury on his chest; instead, he finally had time to observe his current condition.

[Name: Seiya]

[Occupation: Saint Seiya]

[Realm: Seventh Sense]

[Combat Techniques: Resurrection Strike, Pegasus Meteor Fist, Pegasus Comet Fist, Pegasus Light Speed ​​Fist, Lightning Plasma Light Speed ​​Fist, Pulse of Light, Pegasus Corona Fist, Pegasus Spinning Smash Fist (Cloth Limited), Fierce Tiger Gale Purple Lightning Fist (Cloth Limited), Fierce Dragon Blizzard Frost Fist (Cloth Limited), Unicorn Sprint, Strong Wind Stream (Cloth Limited), Empty Punch, Pig Charge, Pig Charge Fist, Demon Palace Rose, Scarlet Thorns, Flower Praise, Wheel Tornado, Combat God Pressure (God's Wrath), Sunburst Flame Burst, Hell Cyclone, Karmic Fire Cyclone, Aura Pressure, Freezing Fist, Flame Vortex, Telekinesis, Fist Pressure, Holy Sword Drawing Blade, God-Slaying Power]

[Powers: Incarnation of the strong wind, incarnation of the white horse, god of war, manifestation of the sun's great power, the cyclical contract of prosperity and decline, incarnation of the celestial horse (the embryo of a god)]

[Saint Cloths: Pegasus Cloth (Wind Type), Veleslana God Cloth (Damaged), Orion Cloth (Damaged)]

In the midst of a series of fierce battles in the Saint Seiya world, time was compressed to the point of being suffocating, leaving him no time to sort things out. The wounds of the Grim Reaper had not yet healed when he plunged headlong into a life-or-death struggle with the Specters, followed by a mutual curse exchange with Aaron. The fact that he survived was undoubtedly a significant achievement.

Aside from those battles that went nowhere, his main victories came from the battles against Thanatos, the god of death, and Aaron, the god of the underworld.

The former further developed his powerful wind avatar, enabling him to sense anyone who mentioned his name, even if it was just a false name or a substitute name.

The latter is the cycle of rise and fall that applies to one's current state.

Just as he inflicted a fatal wound on Hades' chest with his god-slaying power, the resentment Hades left in his chest would gradually erode Seiya's life in the SS timeline, bringing his cosmos and life force close to zero. Although its effects had diminished in GA, the remaining curse still caused Seiya to suffer excruciating pain, akin to being on the verge of death.

However, it is clear that my current state is far from being in a situation worse than death.

First, the miracle of resurrection itself reset most of the curse's foundation. The remaining curse power was then firmly restrained by the newly awakened power, the Cycle of Life and Death. This fourth effect, which only manifested when Hades Aaron was defeated, is the power of the cyclical power of life and death. It is slowly but resolutely transforming the resentment of Hades residing in his chest into life-giving energy that Seiya can absorb.

This means that he urgently needs a long and thorough period of rest.

After only a brief moment of clarity, an overwhelming sense of weariness swept over me like a tidal wave, making my eyelids feel as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"I'm going to... take a nap..." Seiya managed to say to Athena by the hot spring, his voice already slurred. He stopped resisting his body's call, obediently closed his eyes, and his consciousness instantly sank into the comforting darkness.

The Batanes, a string of pearls at the northernmost tip of the Philippines. This group of small islands, nestled between the Pacific Ocean and the South China Sea, is closer to Taiwan than part of the Philippines. Yami Island, the northernmost uninhabited and desolate island in the archipelago, is now welcoming the presence of one of the world's most powerful figures.

"It is indeed the Divine Ancestor. Using him as a sacrifice to awaken my nemesis is most appropriate."

Luo Hao, the martial arts queen of Jiangnan, stood proudly atop the reef. A hint of satisfaction graced her exquisite face as she gazed upon the "gift" offered by the divine ancestor Guinevere—another divine ancestor on the verge of death. At this delicate moment when the seal of the "弼马温" (Bima Wen) great curse was about to loosen, sacrificing someone with deep ties to the Steel God was undoubtedly the most effective key, enough to awaken that nemesis suppressed by Japanese pirates beneath the Sunrise Palace in Japan.

For hundreds of years, Luo Hao had never felt so happy.

"Then, state your wish." Luo Hao's majestic and beautiful eyes, as cold as stars, turned to Guinevere. "I am not an ungrateful or shameless person. I will never be stingy in rewarding those who have rendered meritorious service and presented treasures. Your request is granted."

He didn't consider whether the treasure offerer harbored any hidden schemes, nor did he suspect any ulterior motives or harbor any intentions, because none of these are actions befitting a king. If there's a trap, he'll smash it with his fists. If it's a conspiracy, he'll cut it off with a single sword stroke. If it's a rebellion, he'll overwhelm it with his royal might.

This is the behavior befitting a supreme martial king; it is precisely this kind of arrogance that led to such a decree.

"No, I have no intention of asking you for any reward," Guinevere replied calmly.

Luo Hao frowned unhappily at her spirited brows.

“Once that Steel Hero is resurrected, he will surely engage in an earth-shattering battle with you, Master.” Guinevere’s beautiful lips curled up slightly, forming a mysterious smile. “If His Highness the Hero wins, it will be the beginning of the new event I have been waiting for. If you, Master, win, it will prove that he is not the one I am looking for. No matter the outcome, I will suffer no loss.”

"I see. So you can get what you want regardless of winning or losing... You certainly have guts. I, Luo Cuilian, like your answer."

Guinevere bowed slightly and continued, "However, compared to the suppressed Steel God, you should pay more attention to the current Magic King of Japan, the ruler they revere as the Great Manifestation of the Sun—Saint Seiya."

"So there are already new compatriots in Japan? This actually makes me happy."

Upon hearing Guinevere's explanation, Luo Hao simply nodded.

Two hundred years have passed since she usurped God's power. She has neither investigated her contemporaries born during this period nor has she been interested in doing so. At most, she only remembers their names.

Luo Cuilian is the only person in the world who has reached the pinnacle of martial arts, a state of invincibility where one desires to be defeated. There is absolutely no need for her to display her authority to others; she wouldn't even bother with such trivial matters.

She didn't care who it was, not even the oldest demon king, let alone a young junior.

"Consider it a little bit of fun before the battle with our arch-enemy."

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PS1: The powers fused with the Cloth, such as the Gale Type of the Pegasus Cloth, are numerically enhanced on the original basis, possessing two powers. The Corona Cloth, however, is a further superposition.

Therefore, it is much stronger in terms of stats compared to the original Corona Cloth or other God Cloths.

PS2: I recommend a super good EVA fanfiction.

Amidst the desperate onslaught of the Greenskins, Shinji Yodo, the Imperial Vanguard and Titan pilot, resolutely self-destructs.

When he opened his eyes again, cicadas were chirping in the height of summer. He had returned once more to his long-desired hometown.

NERV, Human, Angel, Impact, Throne of Souls... Alien, Wall of Hearts, EVA, Reincarnation, Human Instrumentality Project.

With confidence, I will live two hundred years; I will ride the waves for three thousand miles.

He was all alone, yet it seemed as if he possessed the entire world in his wealth.

Shinji Ikari: Return of Warhammer

Chapter 146: The Palace Where the Divine Lord Resides

On the plane, Seiya ate his morning tea and looked at his phone, while Ena Kiyoshuin, dressed in a flight attendant uniform, half-squatted beside him, recounting the events of the past six months.