Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

"Stop rushing me!"

Bai Li waved his hand, trembling as he opened the ark, and said, "Quickly, drag the soul of Hypnos in!"

"Yes!"

Wu Xin and the other responded, and then exerted their strength together, manipulating the accumulated corpse energy to drag the soul of the God of Sleep toward the Sacred Ark.

"Do not--"

Upon recognizing the true nature of the Ark of the Sacred Relic, Hypnos was terrified and struggled even more fiercely. This further increased the difficulty of Wu Xin and the other person's restraint, causing them to slow down their dragging speed.

"Junior brother, hang in there, don't give up!" Manigold gritted his teeth and almost squeezed out these words of comfort.

The soul of Hypnos is so powerful that it risks breaking free from its restraints at any moment.

If Wuxin suddenly gives up and loses that sliver of support, and the pressure on him suddenly increases, it could trigger a chain reaction, causing the restraints here to collapse as well.

"Yes...I understand..."

Wu Xin responded with difficulty, gritting his teeth and using his trembling fingers to try his best to maintain his accumulated corpse energy so that it would not collapse.

Bai Li wanted to help, but he was exhausted from his previous exertion and had no energy left.

They could only watch helplessly as the two struggled to drag the soul of Hypnos toward the Ark of the Sacred Relic.

One centimeter, two centimeters, three centimeters...

After struggling for nearly a minute, Wuxin and the other person finally managed to drag the soul of the god of sleep to the top of the open ark.

The moment it came into contact with the soul of Hypnos, the gilded patterns on the sacred apron suddenly lit up, emitting a bright glow and releasing a powerful and sacred force that enveloped Hypnos's soul.

"Do not--"

As if he had foreseen his own end, Hypnos, the god of sleep, let out another miserable scream of despair.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Xin and the other person felt the pressure from the other end of the accumulated corpse energy ease, and then it was as if an invisible giant hand directly kneaded the soul of the God of Sleep into a ball and forcibly stuffed it into the small box below, which was no bigger than a palm.

Bai Li reacted swiftly, closing the lid of the Ark of the Sea before Hypnos could even protest, and affixing a white talisman with a line of red characters written on it—Αθηνη.

Wu Xin immediately recognized that it was a divine symbol made by Sasha herself, with Athena's name written on it in divine blood.

everything is over.

With the power of the Ark of the Sacred Stones and the runes suppressing it, Hypnos, the god of sleep, will not be able to see the sun again for hundreds of years.

"We did it! We did it!"

Upon realizing what was happening, Manigold was overjoyed.

Although he wasn't the main force in sealing the God of Sleep, he still contributed a lot of effort.

With such a record, he could boast about it to the other Gold Saints for a long time.

"Yes, we finally succeeded!" Bai Li also showed a relaxed smile and sat down on the ground with a thud.

As Hades' right-hand men, the Gemini Gods possess extraordinary strength and are the greatest obstacle in this Holy War.

Now that he has successfully dealt with one of them, he feels like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders, and he feels much more relaxed.

Chapter 152 Three Gods Combined

On the other side of the battlefield, the combined dream gods, led by Morpheus, were already nearing the end of their combined form. However, due to the explosive attack they had just launched to reinforce Hypnos, the god of sleep, they were now in a state of decline, further accelerating the end of their combined form.

He has become much weaker, and his strength has declined significantly.

El Cid and Regulus, working together, have completely gained the upper hand, and victory is in sight.

Damn it!

"You blasphemous bastards, you will not have a good end!" Morpheus said angrily, his voice, a mixture of male and female, echoing across the battlefield.

"You don't need to worry about that!"

Regulus punched his opponent back and replied with a smile, "From the day I put on the Leo Gold Cloth, I knew exactly what I wanted to do and what path I wanted to take!"

"I know better than you what I will face in the future!"

"That's right!"

Elshid rushed forward and coldly replied, "We know very well what we are doing, and we know what we will face in the future!"

"But we will not be deterred by fear!"

"Even if gods block the way, it is still the same!"

As he spoke, he chopped down with all his might.

Swish!

Golden sword energy soared into the sky, slashing towards the merged Dream God with an invincible momentum.

The terrifying sharpness sliced ​​through even smaller air particles, leaving a visible sword mark in the air.

After this battle, El Cid's sword was honed to an even sharper edge.

Faced with this invincible attack, the increasingly weakened Morpheus dared not resist and could only awkwardly move away to dodge.

Unfortunately, he was too weak, and his dodging speed slowed down.

Swish!

As the sword energy grazed past him, he suddenly felt a chill on his right arm, and instantly lost all feeling below his wrist.

"not good!"

He looked down and saw that his right hand had been severed at the wrist, leaving only a clean and smooth wound on his forearm.

Immediately afterwards, a piercing pain came from the wound.

"what--"

He couldn't help but groan, and then took several steps back.

"We can't go on like this any longer, Morpheus!"

Suddenly, Phantasos, who was in the fused state, spoke, and then silently transmitted a message: "Now, Lord Hypnos has been sealed away by them, and Oneiros has also disappeared without a trace."

"The two of us alone are no match for these Saint Seiya warriors."

"We must consider retreating!"

They are the gods of dreams, possessing the power to freely enter and exit the dream world, and will not be trapped here.

But if they choose to continue the fight, judging from the current situation, they will inevitably be the ones to lose in the end.

“But don’t forget, we are gods! How can gods yield to mortals!” Morpheus replied, extremely unwilling.

Gods have their pride, and if they were to back down now, they would truly become a laughingstock, which would be far more shameful than being defeated by the Saints.

"But……"

Phantasos, who advocated retreat, tried to persuade them again, but a familiar aura emerged from the void.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that it was Oneiros's illusory soul reappearing on the battlefield, descending from above the combined Dream God.

"The battle is not over yet!"

"If the three of us gods work together to retrieve that box and break the seal, Lord Shupnos will be able to escape!"

Having traversed the dimensional turbulence and returned to the dream world, Oneiros quickly understood everything that had happened.

But like Morpheus, he was also a proponent of war.

Understanding his meaning, Morpheus raised his only remaining left hand and caught the descending soul of Oneelos.

Just like when he merged with Phantasos before, he took himself as the master, absorbed Oneiros's divine soul, and opened a new state of three-god fusion, immediately releasing an aura stronger than the previous two-god fusion.

The overwhelming sense of oppression drew everyone's attention; it completely surpassed the Gold Saints and everyone else present.

"So strong!"

Regulus looked serious and carefully assumed a defensive stance.

He had tried to stop it, but it was too late.

From the moment Oneiros appeared, he had already chosen the location to reunite with the merged dream god, leaving them no chance to stop him.

"Why is it that only Oneilos's soul has returned? Where is Defteros? Where did he go?" Regulus noticed another question.

They witnessed firsthand how Defteros sealed himself and Oneilos, the god of dreams, together in another dimension.

Now, only Oneilos's spirit has returned, but Defteros is nowhere to be seen, which gives him an ominous feeling.

El Cid didn't speak, but his expression turned much uglier.

Not far away, having just finished sealing the God of Sleep, Wu Xin and the others also noticed the new changes on the battlefield.

“It seems something has happened to Defteros!” Bai Li made the same judgment.

He believed that everyone had done their best to perfect the action plan and had considered all aspects.

But unexpectedly, such a regrettable thing still happened.

"You two should hurry and help! The combined power of the three gods is not to be underestimated!" After carefully putting away the holy ark, the old man urged the two of them again.

Just as Wu Xin was about to set off, seeing that the old man didn't seem to be following, he immediately asked, "Teacher, are you not planning to intervene again?"

The old man shook his head, then pointed to his chest and said seriously, "I expended too much energy to seal the God of Sleep, and now I don't have much strength left to fight that combined Dream God again."

"Moreover, I also have to guard the Ark of the Sacred Relic to prevent any accidents from happening to the seal."

"As for that combined dream god, I'll leave it to you more energetic young people!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but smile.

The combined Dream God exuded a strong aura, but it was still far inferior to the Sleep God Hypnos from before.

I believe that the power of these young Gold Saints is enough to solve this problem.

"However, you must be careful not to let their souls escape!" Bai Li solemnly added.

If their souls are stolen by the Dream God, they can quickly regain a new body and make a comeback.

"But now that the rift in the dream realm has closed, without the support of Sisyphus's golden arrow, we have no way of destroying the souls of those three dream gods!"

“Unless, Elder, you can produce another Ark of the Sacred Heart!” Manigold glanced at the old man’s chest.