Why is the silly boy's focus always different from others?

Russell complained in his heart, and said disdainfully: "Rare and strange, Ai'e has no little ......"

"Ahem, ahem!"

Ai'e clenched her fists and coughed desperately, and looked at Russell with twitches out of the corners of her eyes: "Sun God, pay attention to your words, even if it is for your own majesty, you should be solemn and mature." ”

"Okay, well, listen to the old mother, be solemn and mature."

Russell crossed his hands under his nose, leaned forward, his head slightly lowered, his eyes pressed into Perseus, and his half-exposed eyes flashed coldly.

Darkness descended on the temple of the sun god, reflecting Russell's intertwined light and shadow, generally bright, half dark.

A murderous aura lingered, Ai'e subconsciously swallowed saliva, the secret way should be like this, this is the true posture of God.

It's cold, and there's a little bit of heartbeat.

"Perseus!"

Russell's voice was low and slow, carrying a strong sense of oppression, shocking, and slowly drifted through the empty hall: "Rare and strange, Ai'e does not have a little Dingding." ”

Ai'e: (Yi)

She didn't say anything, warning herself not to be fooled, and her heart was racing for a variety of reasons, such as anger.

"Big brother, Ai'e is a goddess, it's normal to have no little Dingding, but this guy is obviously a man, why doesn't he have it?"

In the face of Russell's extremely oppressive momentum, Perseus was unmoved, and was deeply obsessed with his own replica.

"Hey, you kid is bad at learning, and you actually know that there is a difference between men and women......"

Russell broke the work in a second, and the momentum created was gone, and as he spoke, he remembered that Perseus was a family man, and after such a long time, whether he should know it or not, the princess would let him know.

"Okay, that's the end of the conversation about Ai'e and Little Tintin, defeat this person wearing the Leo Golden Holy Clothes, and you will become a Saint Seiya."

Russell said, rolling up Perseus and the clones, and sending them to the Lion Palace.

"Wait a minute!"

Perseus struggled as hard as he could, and after being let go by Russell, trotted out of the Sun Temple, returning a moment later, putting the thrown silver scale breastplate on his body.

“……”

Russell scratched his head speechlessly, and if he didn't know that Perseus had a bad brain, he would have been able to determine that he was the son of Zeus based on this shameless energy alone.

With a flickering golden light, accompanied by a hearty howl, Perseus and the clone were thrown by Russell to the Lion's Palace, located in the fifth house.

The clone was dressed in Leo's golden holy clothes, and when he landed, he bent his knees slightly, swept by the breeze, and calmly unloaded his strength.

Perseus couldn't do it, he landed on his face, screamed and rolled several times, and was forced to stop when he hit a solid wall.

He got up, looked at the empty lion palace, and fixed his gaze on the clone.

Feather shoes, silver-scaled breastplate, bronze shield, and Excalibur 'Hepal', Perseus quickly took out his equipment, changed his silly smiling face, and dealt with the next battle with a solemn face.

The clone cherishes the words like gold, or the facial features are ornaments, and he does not have the ability to speak, his right hand is aimed at Perseus, who is raising his sword on guard, and slowly opens his five fingers.

In an instant, the brilliant golden light flickered, and countless gorgeous beams of light radiated straight from between his five fingers.

Just as fireworks burst into the night sky, the terrifying power exploded, and countless rays of light weaved into a net, flashing continuously around Perseus.

Almost as soon as the clone swung his fist, Perseus's silver-scaled breastplate creaked and wailed, cracking a crack in his armor with each beam of light.

There was a clatter, and fragments of armor flew all over the sky, disintegrating into powder and drifting away in the intertwining of beams of light.

Perseus didn't even resist, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew uncontrollably into the stone wall behind him, piercing through three walls in a row, and was buried in a ruin.

Too fast, didn't see anything.

He only felt that when the clone opened its five fingers, the Lion Palace suddenly plunged into darkness, a big golden hand opened in front of him, and the limbs and bones were bombarded countless times by countless lights and shadows.

……

"Tsk, this brother is a little vulnerable!"

Russell sat in the Temple of the Sun and watched the live broadcast, Ai'e shook his head and sighed when he heard the words of schadenfreude, with such an unscrupulous main god, it will be difficult for the future saints to survive.

"Russell, you're too heavy, even if you don't want Perseus to become a saint warrior, you shouldn't beat him to death."

Ai'e is kind of persuasive, and there are no taboos in speaking, and Perseus's simple temperament makes it hard to hate.

"You misunderstood, it wasn't me who started it, but Leo's golden holy clothes."

"The Holy Clothes have a life of their own?" Ai'e was surprised.

"Let's just call it life, just like a naturally born elf, the holy clothes are forged by the world, although it is just a cold weapon, but it also has its own likes and dislikes, so they will choose the saint seiya by themselves."

Russell explained, "I can assign certain people to become Saint Seiyas, but because of their incompatibility, these Saint Seiyas cannot exert the full power of the Holy Clothes......

"For example, you, who are also wearing Ophiuchus gold holy clothes, you will only be beaten all over the ground when you encounter the genuine product."

Ai'e: (_)

I'm so tired, that is, I can't beat it, otherwise she would have sewn Russell's mouth shut.

"If the real Ophiuchus Saint Seiya meets Hades, will he be able to win?"

Thinking that day he was confined in place by Hades with a wave of his hand, unable to exert the ability of Ophiuchus Holy Clothes, Ai'e felt a little guilty in her heart.

"I don't know."

"Why?"

"Because there is something called a 'miracle' in the world that can make the impossible possible."

Russell said this, but he didn't believe it in his heart, and the reason why a miracle is a miracle is because it never existed.

Ai'e didn't know what Russell was thinking, so she nodded secretly and drank the bowl of chicken soup, and continued to watch Perseus being hammered.

……

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!!

Countless lights and shadows flashed in succession, and Perseus flew upside down again, chiseling through three walls.

Covered in blood, he stood up with his sword, leaving behind his bronze shield, which was too broken to be repaired.

The two pieces of armor were all damaged, and only the feather shoes and the Excalibur 'Hepal' were left on his body, the feather shoes were very fast, but he couldn't avoid the light that reached the extreme speed, and the same was true for the Excalibur, no matter how sharp the weapon was, it was empty talk if he couldn't touch the other party.

Blood flowed down his cheeks, reflecting Perseus's eyes, making everything in his sight bright red.

Only the clones, the golden Leo holy clothes spread out with arrogance, making people subconsciously think of the angry lion, roaring and baring its fangs.

Blood flowed to his mouth, Perseus subconsciously licked it, looked at the Leo holy clothes opposite, and his eyes were full of longing.

Want!

With so much blood loss, Perseus was silent in his ears, except for the thumping of his heart.

It wasn't weak, his heart was beating strong, accelerating, beating faster and faster.

This feeling Perseus had once before, when he climbed the stone steps, because of his belief in not admitting defeat, he burst out of his bloodline potential, broke through his own bottleneck, and took a big step forward in strength.

Perseus didn't think so much, he only knew that the enemy was very strong, and it was almost impossible to conquer him, but after being beaten with so many punches, he was really unwilling to give up.

At least one punch must be thrown, otherwise the meal will not be delicious.

He took a deep breath, dropped the balanced Excalibur 'Hepal' in his hand, and roared at the clone, clenching his hands into fists and rushing straight up.

"My brother can't even beat me!!"

With his feet on the ground, the cracks spread out in an instant, and Perseus sprinted quickly, swept into the wind, and rushed in front of the clone with lightning agility.

His eyes were wide open, locked on half of the clone's face obscured by darkness, and his blood-soaked face was full of rage.

Ignoring the childish declaration, Perseus's momentum is remarkable.

Swish!!

The clone opened its large hand, and a dense light enveloped Perseus in layers, and each time the beam swept through, it overflowed with a terrifying impact of energy.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang ————

Perseus raised his arms to protect his head, and he endured the beating in all directions of 360 degrees, and this time he clearly sensed that the so-called light was actually a fist.

Because the speed is too fast, it gives birth to the illusion of being surrounded by light.

The fist fell wildly with its strength, and between the phantoms, the air was brutally cut and shattered, and the fierce torrent crisscrossed and crisscrossed, plowing a series of swords through the surrounding ground.

Perseus's body was bloodied, and soon became a bloody figure.

A short moment seemed like a hundred years to him, and after the brilliant light dimmed and the shadow of the fist disappeared, his body shook and stood in place.

Didn't get knocked off, didn't get knocked down!

The world spun around him, and he saw the clone close at hand, and with the last bit of strength, he roared and threw a fist, striking it in the helmeted cheek.

With a punch, the two staggered, and Perseus rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The clone turned, erased the blood marks from his fist on his robe, and quietly looked at Perseus who had fallen to the ground.

The golden light flashed, and the holy garment disintegrated, reconstituted into a golden lion, and stood beside Perseus.

The clone mocked by Perseus for not having a little Tintin quickly decayed, turning into a cloud of black water, withering and merging into the cracks in the ground.

……

"Aren't you going to save him?"

Ai'e looked at Russell with a calm face in surprise, Perseus had lost too much blood, and he could kick his legs at any time.

No, that punch exhausted Perseus with the last of his strength, and he couldn't even kick his leg before he died.

You only see him bleeding too much, but you don't see him hanging up again!

Russell pouted: "It's so easy for Zeus's son to die, he is asleep, and I can stop for a while." ”

After speaking, he looked at the east of the Sanctuary with some feelings, and hundreds of men, women, and children, or children of rich families, or ragged clothes, appeared in a large army.

"How many people here can be recognized for the Holy Vestment, one or two?"

Russell touched his chin, couldn't help but look forward to something, thought of something, and said: "Ai'e, do you think the thirteen holy clothes are a little less, since there is a gold saint warrior, and then silver and bronze, it's not too much, right?" ”