Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

It was as if something there held a fatal attraction for it.

boom!

A jet-black beam of light struck the unsuspecting, smoky face from behind, piercing through it with its powerful destructive and deathly force, leaving a huge hole.

However, the smoky face did not stop. With a slight sway, it gathered the scattered death energy, repaired its original form, and continued to slam down towards the ground.

However, while the blasphemer's attack failed to completely stop the Smoke Face, it did delay it for a short while, giving the numerous evil spirit warriors below a chance to set up their defenses.

"Filthy, dead things, submit to the majesty of my god!"

The four evil spirit warrior captains' eyes glowed red, and then without hesitation, they plunged the daggers in their hands into their own hearts.

Chapter 217 The Ancient Man

"Has their mind been clouded?" Wu Xin frowned upon seeing this.

He could clearly see that the four evil warriors who had plunged daggers into the hearts were acting strangely.

Under normal circumstances, unless they are fanatics or something similar, ordinary people would not sacrifice their own lives.

Immediately afterwards, bright red blood gushed from the wounds of the four men, but strangely, not a single drop of blood fell to the ground.

They were all absorbed by the exquisite dagger embedded in the hearts of the four men.

Wu Xin even saw that the blood that was about to spurt out and fall to the ground was forcibly absorbed by the dagger, flowing back and merging into the dagger.

As the dagger absorbed the passion of the four, the divine phantom that had been standing behind them became much more solid, and even its originally empty eyes gained a touch of intelligence.

Seeing the smoky face descend, the four divine phantoms attacked simultaneously, releasing beams of black light from their palms that connected with each other.

In an instant, with the four phantom images of gods as fulcrums, black beams of light combined to form a huge black magic circle, with countless intricate inscriptions appearing in the center.

Before the smoky face even landed, inscriptions gathered in the center of the magic array, manifesting as black chains that rushed forward.

Perhaps sensing the threat of the black chains, the smoky face desperately tried to dodge.

But faced with several chains that moved as nimbly as snakes, it quickly found itself with nowhere to escape. The chains blocked it in the middle and then twisted it up like a pretzel.

However, it did not give up. It immediately dispersed its body into several wisps of smoke, attempting to escape by breaking itself up into smaller parts.

However, the magic array formed by the four phantom images of gods was also extraordinary.

Their eyes shone with divine light, landing on the countless escaping plumes of smoke. The smoke seemed to freeze in place, unable to move an inch.

Immediately afterwards, several black chains branched out into more branches, taking advantage of the moment when the smoke was fixed by the divine light, to once again tightly bind it and further tighten it.

Soon, the huge cloud of smoke that had dispersed was compressed into the center of the magic circle and shrank rapidly at a visible speed, turning into a black sphere with a diameter of two meters.

However, these changes have not stopped.

A crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the black sphere that had been compressed to its limit.

Click click click!

With a crisp cracking sound, the tiny crack spread rapidly, quickly covering the entire surface of the sphere.

Click!

After a final, crisp sound, the black sphere shattered, revealing a stunningly beautiful woman in a white gauze dress with flowing long hair.

"The goddess of the moon?"

Wu Xin, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but twitch.

But he quickly realized that it wasn't the goddess of the moon.

That was just a far more terrifying monster.

The originally loose and chaotic resentment of the dead, under the high compression of the magic array, had no choice but to merge together in order to survive.

They merged into one, dominated by the strongest resentment, revealing the appearance of the deceased in life.

It was only because it carried a trace of divine aura for some unknown reason that Wuxin had a momentary illusion.

At the same time, the blasphemer also arrived outside the magic circle. Looking at the somewhat familiar face in the center of the magic circle, he immediately fell into deep thought.

Soon, he found a similar figure in his memory and burst into laughter.

"I thought it was someone else!"

"So it was you, you bitch!"

Hearing this, Wuxin was somewhat surprised.

"They knew each other before? And even had a grudge against each other?"

You must know that this is a battlefield from countless years ago, and the woman in that magic array is naturally a figure from countless years ago.

The fact that the blasphemer can recognize the other party means that the other party may also be an existence from countless ages ago.

At the same time, Wuxin also thought of the battle in Iceland.

Adonis, the Spring Welcoming Envoy, was quickly recognized by the victims the moment he entered the battlefield.

He originally thought that Adonis was famous enough that the other party knew him.

But considering the situation of the blasphemers, he couldn't help but make a bold guess.

The victims were likely figures from countless years ago, perhaps even from the same era as Adonis, the Spring Herald.

Similarly, it can be inferred that the blasphemer was likely a great figure from countless ages ago.

Within the magic circle, the woman born from the further sublimation of endless resentment was even more powerful than the previous smoky face. She struggled fiercely, causing the chains to clang.

That terrifying and powerful aura directly overwhelmed the many evil spirit warriors outside the magic circle, causing them to collapse to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Even Wuxin, who was hiding further away, was alarmed.

Unfortunately, she was no match for the magic array formed by the four divine phantoms. She was tightly bound in the center by chains and had no way to escape.

Outside the magic circle, looking at the slender figure bound by chains, a fire rose in the blasphemer's lower abdomen once again. He swallowed hard and said, "Since you've fallen into my hands today, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Blame your deadbeat father!"

"Back then, we brothers were really overwhelmed by him on the battlefield!"

"They say the sins of the father are visited upon the son. Your dead old man has been dead for who knows how many years. He's probably not even a bone fragment left!"

"You'll pay for him today!"

After saying that, he turned around and glanced at his many subordinates, and then, with lightning speed, grabbed a relatively young and beautiful woman from among the many evil spirit warriors.

"What is he going to do?" Wuxin asked, puzzled.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the blasphemer stabilize the magic circle while pulling one of the daggers out of the chest of the sacrificial evil spirit warrior.

"M-Master...what...what are you going to do..." The female fighter who was captured was terrified.

Having already witnessed the fate of her previous female companions, she was naturally unwilling to experience it herself.

"Don't be afraid, I'm going to give you a favor!"

The blasphemer whispered words of comfort to the woman, then swiftly swung his dagger, carving new sealing arrays on her hands, feet, and chest.

In just a few moments, the once beautiful female warrior was covered in wounds, looking like a blood-soaked figure.

"No—please spare me, Your Excellency!"

Although they were just some simple superficial wounds, the woman felt that when the dagger cut through her skin, a powerful force also seeped into her body and hid there.

She instinctively felt uneasy and tearfully begged the blasphemer for forgiveness.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, everything will be alright!"

The blasphemer tried to soothe him gently, but then threw him directly into the center of the magic circle.

"not good!"

Wu Xin was immediately startled upon seeing this.

The woman born from that resentment, though in human form, was essentially a phantom soul filled with lingering resentment.

Even so, her own strength is already extremely terrifying. If she were to have a physical body as a vessel, she would undoubtedly become even more formidable.

The blasphemer's actions were tantamount to giving the other party a mere shell.

Chapter 218 Audacious

As the female warrior was thrown into the magic circle, the bound woman of resentment immediately noticed and opened her right hand to her from afar.

"Do not--"

"Blasphemer, save me—"

The great terror was imminent, and the female warrior was terrified, struggling to escape the magic circle.

However, it was too late.

She suddenly felt an invisible force fall on her, and then she involuntarily stumbled backward toward the woman of resentment.

"Do not--"

She quickly reached out and grabbed a protruding white bone on the altar.

However, the grasping force was far greater than she had imagined. Even with all her might, she still couldn't hold on. Her fingers involuntarily loosened little by little, and she was sent flying backward.

In the blink of an eye, she fell into the hands of the woman of resentment.

Immediately afterwards, the body of the woman of resentment turned into mist, as if it had become wisps of smoke, which forcibly entered the female warrior's nostrils and other seven orifices.

Clearly, she intends to possess the female fighter's body.

The terrified female warrior tried to resist, but faced with the immense mental suppression of the resentful woman, she completely lost control of her body and could only helplessly watch as she turned into smoke and slowly entered her body.

Outside the magic circle, the blasphemers were overjoyed and burst into maniacal laughter.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"That's it! That's it!"

"Come, descend upon the world once more, appear before me, Iphigenia!"

Hearing these words and seeing the blasphemer's frenzied state, Wu Xin couldn't help but think of an utterly absurd possibility.