Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

Blood trickled from Manigoldo's mouth, yet he still wore that nonchalant smile, saying, "Didn't I... say... I wouldn't let you... die... before me...?"

"This time... I... kept my promise..."

With each word he uttered, a large amount of blood gushed from the wound on his chest, staining Wu Xin's body red as well.

Upon seeing this, Wu Xin quickly covered the wound to try to stop the bleeding, and said with red eyes, "Senior brother, please stop talking!"

Unfortunately, the wound on Manigoldo's chest was too large for him to cover with his hands.

"Oh right, I also have the Giant Throne!"

Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he remembered the holy robe he wore, which contained the healing moonlight holy water.

"Senior brother, I still have a way to save you, hang in there!"

Wu Xin was overjoyed and quickly opened his right hand to draw out the holy water contained in the holy robe.

A faint light flashed, and six glistening water droplets appeared in the palm of his right hand.

"Moonlight...holy water?"

Sensing the vibrant life force within, Manigold immediately remembered that the Giant Saint Cloth possessed the ability to collect moonlight and condense holy water.

It is said that the holy water has extremely powerful healing effects, and can bring people back to life as long as they have a breath left.

"Not enough, not enough!"

Wu Xin was extremely anxious and activated the Holy Cloth again, trying to draw out some more holy water.

Unfortunately, the Saint Cloth reported back to him that there was no more holy water.

These six drops are all the holy water that remains.

It was only at this moment that Wuxin suddenly remembered that when he was in the underworld, he had been using holy water to heal himself in order to survive the corrosive effects of the River Styx, which consumed a large amount of holy water.

These six drops of holy water are the last remaining remnants, and the result of the Saint Cloth's recent collection of moonlight.

However, Manigoldo was too badly injured, and six drops of holy water were far from enough.

Seeing his expression change drastically and that he only had six drops of water in his hand, Manigoldo remembered that Wuxin had said before that he had used a lot of holy water in order to survive in the underworld.

Clearly, those six drops of holy water were the final, fruitful result.

However, he knew very well that six drops of holy water were not enough to heal his injuries.

It was all just a false hope!

At the same time, seeing Wuxin suddenly take out holy water, although they did not recognize what it was, they sensed the vigorous life force contained in the water droplets and immediately understood that it must be some kind of holy product for healing.

Just as the blasphemer was about to intervene, he saw that Wuxin had only taken out six drops of water and could not produce any more, so he burst into laughter.

"What a pity, the water droplets on your hand should be some kind of healing elixir, but there's just too little of it!"

"These few water droplets will only keep him alive for another five minutes!" the blasphemer mocked without any attempt to hide his sarcasm.

“This is your fate, there’s no point in struggling!” he added again.

Wu Xin ignored him and immediately prepared to give all six drops of holy water to Manigoldo.

"No!"

Manigold shook his head, his face pale, and said, "Just one drop...that's enough!"

"Just one drop... just one drop... just one drop!"

He murmured to himself and released a faint burst of cosmic power, taking a drop of water from Wuxin's hand and swallowing it.

In just a moment, his originally pale face became much rosy, and even his breathing became much more steady.

"What can just one drop do? Can it make you live for another minute?" the blasphemer mocked once again.

"Senior brother, you should drink the rest of the holy water too!" Wu Xin brought five more drops of holy water to Manigoldo's lips.

Manigold shook his head again, pushed away his right hand, and said seriously, "Giving it to me would be a waste! You should keep it for yourselves!"

"It can play a much greater role!"

Perhaps due to the healing effect of the holy water, he spoke much more fluently and without as much difficulty as before.

But Wuxin knew that this was just a final burst of energy before death.

He could clearly sense that the life force within Manigoldo's body was rapidly waning and was about to vanish.

Immediately afterward, Manigold looked at Capricorn, who was already panting heavily not far away, and said seriously, "El Cid, I still have one more move that can take them down and turn the tide of the battle!"

"Can you give me just one minute?"

"you?"

El Cid looked over in surprise.

Although he didn't understand what Manigold could still do in his dying state, he was unwilling to give up any hope.

"Thirty seconds? I can only buy you thirty more seconds at most!" he replied coldly, then gritted his teeth and slowly stood up from the ground.

He burned his life and soul, releasing an incomparably powerful and sharp aura at any moment, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

"Thirty seconds? That's barely enough!"

Manigold smiled and nodded, then struggled to stand up from Wuxin's embrace and quickly gathered his cosmic power at his fingertips.

"Stop him now!"

Hearing the conversation between the two, the other person guarding the exit of the secret realm shouted a warning.

Although he didn't understand what else Manigold could do, he didn't want to try the unknown.

"Go to hell!"

Without hesitation, the blasphemer lunged forward, ready to extinguish Manigold's last chance of survival.

But El Cid was one point faster than him.

He sacrificed everything, burning his inner universe to its limit.

Although this could not remove his fatigue and injuries, his will to abandon everything and attack with all his might allowed his spirit to be sublimated once again.

His sword intent grew even stronger.

“Excalibur”

He swung his hand blade forcefully, unleashing a golden sword aura that sliced ​​through space, arriving before the blasphemer with an invincible momentum.

"Damn it, how does this guy have such power!" Sensing the power of that sword energy, the Blasphemer felt somewhat incredulous.

Although unwilling, he still had no choice but to back down.

He believed he couldn't withstand this sword strike, which could even cut through space and was virtually indestructible.

Seeing this, the grief-stricken man who was guarding the exit of the secret realm, cutting off any possibility of their escape, could no longer hold back his anger.

"Useless fellow!"

He roared and threw a punch.

A beam of black fist energy shot out, heading straight for Manigoldo.

"I said I could hold you off for thirty seconds, so I can definitely hold you off for thirty seconds!"

El Cid also roared, then blood gushed from his mouth and nose as he swung out another hand chop.

This time, however, he didn't have time to convert his inner universe power into sword energy, so he could only use his bare hands to form a sword and take the hit head-on.

boom!

He delivered a precise chop to the black fist-shaped aura, blocking it with his bare hands. However, his arm twisted as a result, and the powerful cosmic force shattered his hand bones.

Chapter 161 Bloodstained Evacuation (Part 2)

However, the Grief-stricken One, who had his attack blocked by El Cid and was guarding the exit of the secret realm, couldn't help but let out a muffled groan and take two steps back.

He felt as if an invisible spiritual sword had struck his soul, causing him to tremble with fear.

"Sword intent?"

Realizing what had happened, he stared at El Cid in utter astonishment.

Capricorn used the intent of a sword to sever his soul.

Although the sword intent wasn't particularly strong, and it only caused him a minor setback, it was still quite remarkable that he could achieve this.

Meanwhile, thanks to El Cid's delay, Manigoldoth finally completed his preparations.

"Gentlemen, please take my final blow!"

"Sekishiki - Netherworld Wave"

He laughed loudly and pointed a finger forward, immediately releasing six beams of silver light.

Adhering to the principle of prudence, the blasphemer did not intend to take the hit head-on and immediately took several steps back.

Manigold was on his last breath, about to die, and he couldn't possibly fight a man who was destined to die.

It would be such a shame if someone suddenly attacked and killed me.

The Grief-Stricken Ones guarding the exit of the secret realm had the same plan, quickly retreating rather than confronting Manigold head-on.

However, to their surprise, the silver light emanating from Manigoldo's fingertips did not attack them directly, but instead targeted the Crater and Capricorn constellations present.

The six silver rays split into two groups: one group entangled Wuxin, and the other group entangled El Cid.

At that moment, Wuxin seemed to understand something.

"Senior brother, you—"

"Feel sorry!"

Manigold looked apologetic and said with a wry smile, "Senior brother, I also wanted to kill those two!"

"But I really don't know how!"

"However, at least I was able to send both of you away, so I can die without regrets!"

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh.

"Oh no, we've been scammed!"