Greece: Zeus made me the queen of heaven?

Chapter 599: You have the holy clothes, I have the secret teachings of the ancestors

Kill kill kill!

Acrisius pushed his strength to the peak and destroyed all the remaining reluctance and family affection in his heart.

What about family affection and empathy? Those are the aftertastes that only the strong can possess.

He would do anything for power and to eliminate anything that threatens him.

"Seven hundred thousand horsepower of strength! Demon God Burial Fist!"

Acrisius was far more gifted than any of the men whom Typhon had sown.

Even if Perseus wanted to take real action, he was still firmly suppressed by him, and the situation was one-sided.

The battlefield between the two had long been moved from the palace to another place. Perseus did not want to hurt innocent people, and Acrisius would not destroy his own kingdom.

The two men simultaneously pulled the battlefield towards the outside of the city of Argos, and finally stopped at the birthplace of Argos, in the valley that was once monitored by the hundred-eyed giant Argos.

This was originally a sacred place for Hera, but perhaps out of dissatisfaction with the priests, Acrisius brought the battlefield here.

The fertile pastures were razed to the ground by the violent force, and the original valley was destroyed by the aftermath of the battle and turned into a rift valley.

Perseus was knocked down with wounds all over his body, and even his holy clothes had some scratches, but his fighting spirit was even higher.

"Ha, Grandpa, it seems that the power you pursue is just this kind of defective product that will destroy itself."

In the sunlight, some cracks appeared on Acrisius' arms.

Acrisius' body did not show the characteristics and aura of a monster like Phineus, but it also showed some damage under the violent exertion.

But this crack was repaired by the reorganization of matter in an instant.

"Defective products? Destroying oneself? How ridiculous! This is nothing more than the limitation of human beings."

Acrisius didn't care at all, and even smiled with contempt.

"You think the power I'm after is a defective product? But it is just the same thing as the microcosm used by your Sanctuary."

"When I met the demon god, I knew the source of this power."

"These are just two possibilities that humans who inherited the blood of our ancestors are born with."

"If you're talking about defective products, then your Saint Seiya's Cosmos, which constantly burn your souls and even your life potential, aren't they also defective products?"

The power of the magnetic field is indeed violent and difficult to control. If it is forced, the physical body will collapse, but that is not much different from the burning soul of the microcosm.

Perseus was somewhat unsure of how to refute the secrets that Acrisius had revealed.

It’s strange. His father is obviously the ancestor of mankind, so why doesn’t he know these things as well as his grandfather?

Perseus' question was soon answered.

"Perseus, I am older than you and have more experience. I have seen the great festivals in which the gods come together."

"I have also seen the magnetic field force that you consider evil in your eyes."

It seemed that Perseus was completely suppressed, which made Acrisius gradually more confident and even had the leisure to explain to Perseus.

"When I was young, I once besieged a strong man with the same power together with others, so I am quite familiar with this power."

“And the fragments of the secret teachings of the ancestor of mankind that I snatched from that powerful man back then, only now did I finally know how to practice them.” The originally colorless and pure magnetic field force gradually turned dark in the palm of Acrisius and wrapped around his body.

"You have the holy clothes, but I also have the secret teachings left by the ancestors of mankind. This move is called the Shura Immortal Body."

Originating from Acrisius' fear of death and aging, after he awakened the power of magnetic field, he deduced martial arts from the fragments.

Although people with strong magnetic fields have the bug-like universal skill of matter reorganization, the vital parts of the body, such as the brain and heart, are still effective.

But with Acrisius's Asura immortal body and Asura eternal life, these two vital points are no longer so fatal.

Typhon, who could see the essence of Acrisius's martial arts at a glance, was also learning silently at this moment.

She just looked at it for a while longer on a whim, but she didn't expect to gain so much.

Typhon also paid some attention to the fragments mentioned by Acrisius.

Ren Zu is that guy, right? The secret teachings he left behind are worth collecting and studying.

Typhon had no sense of shame in learning from his enemies, especially those who were once inferior to him.

For Gaia's creation, absorbing all nutrients that can grow is the foundation.

But she still wanted to see how far Acrisius could go.

If he could just kill Eros' child, then she wouldn't have to consider whether or not she should do it.

The battle on the field did not stop because of Acrisius's words, but became more intense.

After learning the secret teachings of the ancestor of mankind, Acrisius's offensive reached a new level. If it weren't for the sacred cloth, Perseus would have been completely defeated.

But it was obvious that after learning the Dark Asura Path, Perseus couldn't even launch a strong counterattack, and his defeat seemed to be only a matter of time.

"Priests, Danaë, gods, have you ever seen such a scene in your prophecies?!"

After ravaging Perseus to a pulp and maintaining a completely relaxed attitude, Acrisius felt more joyful than ever before.

The prophecies that had been suppressed in his head for decades, the panic and worry of countless days and nights, were swept away by him at this moment.

And this is the only thing that can take away all these fears and worries!
Acrisius clenched his fists, and surging power surged through his body.

The feeling of mastering power is truly an incomparable peace of mind.

"Perseus, my grandson, if I can help it, I really don't want to kill you."

Acrisius, maintaining the margin of victory, caught Perseus' fist that was aimed at his chest and threw him to the ground.

Because of the fight between the two, the entire valley was ravaged into a wasteland, with craters densely packed with bullet holes caused by fist winds.

Perseus was grabbed by the arm by his grandfather and thrown heavily to the ground. Even with the protection of the holy cloth, he still spat out blood from his mouth, which splattered on Acrisius' body.

"But if you want to blame someone, blame your father, your mother, and the gods who gave me such a prophecy."

"Because of your good fortune and your blessing, the peace of mind I seek requires that I kill you completely."

The tenderness on Acrisius's face changed into cold murderous intent in an instant, and his palm was as sharp as a knife.

"Seven hundred and fifty thousand horsepower! Hell's Reincarnation Sword!"

(End of this chapter)