Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

"what--"

Red screamed in agony as his soul was instantly annihilated, beyond any hope of survival.

Rolls, whose strength was even weaker, fared even worse; he was instantly blasted into a cloud of blood mist, leaving no trace of his body.

On a distant high-rise building, a man dressed in golden armor, who was drinking, suddenly stood up, threw down his bottle, and said, "Finally, someone worth my time has arrived!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared into the tall building.

On the battlefield, after executing two subordinates who had failed in their duties, the Blasphemer turned his attention to the three people, Wuxin and Wuxin, lying on the ground.

"Unfortunately, there are only three male Saints, not female Saints!" The Blasphemer shook his head regretfully.

Upon hearing this, Wuxin suddenly realized what was happening and exclaimed, "So it was you! It was you who defiled the priestess in the goddess's temple and cruelly murdered her!!"

"Yes, it was me, so what?" The blasphemer nodded slightly, his tone calm, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Damn it, you blasphemer, the goddess will surely punish you!" Canes Venatici and Ursa Major roared angrily in unison.

Athena?

The blasphemer sneered and said, "If she chooses to punish me in bed, then I can accept it!"

"Damn it, you damn bastard!"

Hearing these words, Canes Venatici and Ursa Major became even angrier and struggled to get up from the ground.

However, what awaited them was just another casual stomp of the blasphemer.

Boom!

The sound of that stomping foot was like a heavy hammer blow to the hearts of Wuxin and the other two.

"Wow--"

All three coughed up blood, their faces turned deathly pale, and they didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

"As the first Saints to see me, I have decided to bestow a gift upon you!"

The blasphemer spoke in a condescending tone, as if bestowing a handout, and said slowly, "I can let you choose the way you most want to die!"

"Now, please state your expectations!"

"I, in my benevolence, will never break my promise!"

As he spoke, he walked up to Wuxin and the others, looking down at them and scrutinizing them.

Sensing the contempt in the other person's tone, Hounds retorted angrily, "You think you can make us bow down to you? You're dreaming!"

“Even in death, we will never yield to you!” Ursa Major echoed.

The blasphemer ignored their words and instead looked at Wuxin with interest, saying, "Your two companions have already declared they would rather die than submit. What about you?"

"I feel like your will isn't as strong as theirs?"

As he spoke, the blasphemer's tone became more playful.

From the moment he entered until now, he noticed that Wu Xin was 'quieter' or more rational than the other two, and had hardly said anything that might anger him.

These are the most rational people, who love to calculate gains and losses, and are also the easiest to win over.

If he could poach a Saint from Sanctuary, he would be happier than killing ten Saints.

Upon hearing this, Walter and Mike seemed to realize something as well, and both cast astonished glances at Wuxin.

"You little rascal, you're not actually planning to beg him, are you?" Canes Venatici asked seriously.

"Ugh--"

Wu Xin sighed softly and said, "If we could die more comfortably, I don't think we would need to cling to that pitiful sense of self-respect, would we?"

"However, I suspect that this blasphemer's goal is not just that simple!"

Am I right?

As he spoke, he turned his head with difficulty, cast a meaningful glance at the blasphemer, and lowered his posture to the lowest possible level.

Judging from the current situation, the other side is confident in their plan, so they are not in a hurry to kill the three of them.

If he could live a little longer, Wuxin would naturally not want to die.

Sometimes, living a little longer can bring about a new turning point.

Based on this, he planned to have a good talk with this blasphemer, to find out more about him, and to buy some time.

Of course, in the eyes of the two Canes Venatici, his behavior was nothing short of self-degradation and somewhat inappropriate.

But in order to survive, Wuxin couldn't care less about anything else.

He doesn't want to die yet, especially when there's a chance of survival.

He will seize every opportunity to survive!

"It's so convenient to deal with smart people!"

The blasphemer nodded and went straight to the point: "If you come with me, I can grant you even greater power, as well as a suit of armor no less powerful than the Gold Cloth!"

"Damn it! You actually bewitched our comrades!"

When Canes Venatici and Ursa Major met, they roared in anger once again.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of the blasphemers, those were nothing more than the lamentations of the weak.

"Very tempting terms!"

Wu Xin did not give a clear answer, but asked subtly, "Since you plan to take me away from the Holy Domain, I need to know which lord I will be serving next, right?"

The blasphemer was quite powerful; to be able to command such a fighter, he guessed that there was likely a god behind him.

Chapter 28 Cancer Arrives to the Rescue

Upon hearing this, the blasphemer fell silent, and the smile on his face vanished completely.

After a long while, he finally spoke: "You are not qualified to know this yet!"

"If you can achieve the seventh sense, I can introduce you to that great man!"

"Since the name of that lord is unknown, what about the name of you, blasphemer? I can't possibly not even know your name, sir!" Wu Xin immediately changed his target.

If we can't find out who the person behind is, it's good to find out the background of the blasphemer in front of us first.

"Me? I am..."

The blasphemer was about to answer instinctively, but he quickly realized something and swallowed back the words that were already on the tip of his tongue.

He finally realized that Wuxin was just trying to trick him into revealing information.

"Damn it, how dare you pry into my secrets!" The Blasphemer was furious. He raised his right foot and stomped heavily on Wuxin on the ground.

"Go to hell!"

"It happened!"

Wu Xin felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, chilled to the bone.

He never expected that this guy would turn on him so suddenly, without any warning whatsoever.

He had absolutely no chance of resisting that kick that emanated a terrifying aura.

But at that moment, accompanied by a burst of arrogant laughter, a golden figure rushed into the battlefield.

"Looks like I'm not too late after all!"

With a muffled thud, the blasphemer, caught completely off guard, was sent flying by the golden figure's blow.

Once the newcomer had settled down, the golden light dispersed, and Wu Xin could see clearly that it was a man wearing a golden battle suit and an eight-clawed helmet that looked like a crab's legs.

"Oh, you must be the disciple that the old man mentioned, the one that Lord Bai Li recently took on?"

“I sense a pure aura of death emanating from you!” He turned around and greeted Wuxin on the ground with a smile.

"Thank you for your timely rescue, Senior Brother Manigold!" Wuxin replied with delight.

He recognized the man before him as the Gold Saint of Cancer.

However, Manigoldo was clearly somewhat surprised by the title of "senior brother".

He paused for a moment, then scratched his head and chuckled dryly, "Lord Bai Li and the old man are twin brothers, so it doesn't seem wrong for you to call me senior brother!"

Recognizing Manigoldo as well, Walter of Canis Major asked in surprise, "My lord, shouldn't you be overseeing the Sanctuary? Why are you suddenly here?"

With the Holy War imminent, the Gold Saints must not act rashly.

Manigold waved his hand and said, "I wasn't planning on coming anyway!"

"However, Lord Sasha seemed to sense something and said that your investigation would be dangerous. Coincidentally, I was feeling quite bored lately, so the old man sent me out to secretly follow you!"

"I didn't expect you to actually run into such a big guy!"

Having said that, he turned his head and looked at the blasphemer who had regained his footing not far away.

The opponent is very strong, and has undoubtedly reached the Seventh Sense. This is someone that Silver Saints and Bronze Saints cannot handle.

Although he successfully landed a surprise punch on his opponent, it didn't cause much trouble, and he didn't even leave a mark on his suit.

"Gold Saints?"

Recognizing Manigold's golden battle suit, the Blasphemer showed no tension on his face, instead calmly dusting himself off.

"Since you've come to me of your own accord, I wouldn't mind adding another Gold Saint's head as a trophy!" he said calmly, as if victory was already assured.

"That guy is strong, you guys stay far away!" Manigold put away his nonchalant smile and gave a very serious instruction to the three people on the ground.

"Yes!"

The three responded, helped each other to their feet, and then walked with difficulty toward the edge of the battlefield.

Although they had been severely injured by the blasphemers, they were now able to move around with difficulty without their suppression.

The blasphemers did not stop him; instead, they stared at Manigold with great interest.

"I'm very curious, what level are the Gold Saints at now!"

As he spoke, his figure flashed and he was gone.

boom!