Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

"If another blasphemer of that caliber comes along, I really won't be able to handle it!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but give a wry smile.

I thought I had encountered a big fish, but little did I know that I was almost dragged into the water by the big fish and became its food.

If it weren't for someone suddenly appearing and dragging the blasphemer away, all four of them would probably have died here.

"Yes, yes, we should leave as soon as possible!"

The three had no objections, nor the right to object, and immediately left Tehran with Cancer.

Chapter 30 Initial Speculation

In an unknown land, a blasphemer covered in wounds complained to another man in black armor in front of him.

"Brother, give me just a little more time and I can take him down!"

"Why did you let them go!"

The man opposite calmly said, "That sir told me that Athena's gaze is shifting towards you!"

"If you continue to linger there, Athena will likely see you!"

"It's not time for us to confront Athena yet!"

"But……"

The blasphemer was still unwilling to give up, so the man continued to persuade him: "There will be plenty of opportunities, there's no need to rush!"

"We've weathered even longer periods, what's a little more time for you?"

"Oh well!"

The blasphemers did not persist.

The man added, "And don't mess with Athena's priestesses either!"

"Behave yourself for now!"

"If you hadn't gone too far this time, things wouldn't have escalated to this point!"

The blasphemer wanted to object, but seeing his brother's stern gaze, he knew there was no room for negotiation.

"Yes!"

He gritted his teeth and reluctantly agreed.

Meanwhile, after leaving Tehran, Wu Xin and his companions found a secluded canyon to rest.

Their injuries were too severe for them to return directly to the Sanctuary.

It would be even more dangerous if we were intercepted by the enemy on the way.

Therefore, the four agreed to find a secluded place in the wilderness to rest first, and then return after their injuries had healed somewhat.

Sitting around the campfire, Wuxin tentatively asked, "Senior brother, do you have any clues about that blasphemer who appeared tonight?"

In the stories he knew, there was no such person at all.

He could only ask Manigold for information, hoping to get some useful details.

Upon hearing this, Mike of Ursa Major immediately interjected, "Is there even a question? He's definitely a member of the Specters!"

"That black battle suit, that malevolent cosmos—it can only be a Specter!"

Manigold did not answer, but instead looked at Canes Venatici and asked with a half-smile, "Walter, what about you? What do you think?"

Walter thought for a moment, then cautiously said, "What Mike said is very possible, but..."

"I have never actually seen a Specter. Everything I know about them is from what others have told me."

Therefore, I dare not draw a conclusion on this.

"Junior brother, what do you think?" Manigold turned to look at Wuxin.

"Isn't this the question I asked you? Why are you throwing it back at me?" Wu Xin was both amused and exasperated.

"Consider it a test of your eyesight!" Manigold waved his hand dismissively.

Wu Xin stirred the campfire in front of him and said slowly, "As far as I know, the Surplice of the Specters is made using minerals unique to the Underworld."

"Therefore, such battle suits naturally carry an aura of death from the underworld."

"Ordinary people might not be able to detect it, but for us Saints who have mastered Sekishiki, this mark is very conspicuous."

"However, I did not sense any aura of death on the Blasphemer's armor!"

"This also means that it's not a Surplice!"

"What!!"

Hearing this, Canes Venatici and Ursa Major were astonished.

Wu Xin glanced at Mike the Big Dipper and continued, "As for the opponent's cosmic power, it is indeed very strong, but it cannot be described as evil."

"I didn't sense any decadent or evil aura!"

"He truly obtained that powerful cosmic energy through his own efforts!"

Generally speaking, the power of one's inner universe obtained through external forces will inevitably be tainted with some special things.

For example, the 108 demon stars of the underworld.

Their power originates from the underworld, and their cosmic power also carries some unique elements of the underworld, making their identity quite obvious.

The blasphemer obtains the power of the cosmos through his own efforts, making it difficult to deduce his origins based on this alone.

“I suspect he is a subordinate of some righteous god!” Wu Xin made his final judgment.

The so-called righteous gods are deities with legitimate origins, not those unrecognized, chaotic, and unorthodox evil gods.

"Doesn't that mean there's a god hiding in the shadows, preparing to interfere in this holy war?" Canes Venatici exclaimed in shock.

The emergence of such a figure at this particular time makes it hard not to associate it with holy war.

"I don't know! The thoughts of the gods are beyond our comprehension!" Wu Xin shrugged.

Cancer Manigold nodded in agreement, adding, "I also deduce that he must be a subordinate of some righteous god, and definitely not from the underworld."

"Unfortunately, there are too many gods on Olympus, and I cannot tell which god he belongs to."

"We can only return to the Sanctuary to report the situation and let Lord Sasha make a judgment!"

"That's the only way!"

Wu Xin and the others sighed, feeling utterly helpless.

Afterward, the four of them stopped wasting time chatting and silently burned their own inner universes, using the power of their inner universes to stimulate the recovery of their injuries.

Although it is impossible to directly use the power of the cosmos to heal injuries, the power of the cosmos itself has the effect of activating bodily functions.

Based on this, stimulating the body with the power of the microcosm can also accelerate the recovery of injuries.

Soon, the night passed, and the four people sitting around the fire opened their eyes again.

The fire had gone out, and a cold wind blew in from the mouth of the canyon, making the four of them feel a chill.

"How are your injuries?" Manigold asked the group.

"I'm mostly fine now!"

Mike the Big Dipper only suffered minor injuries and has now fully recovered.

“I’m half recovered, much better than last night!” Walter Canes Venatici added.

As one of the main forces in the fight against Red, his injury was much more serious than Mike's, and his recovery was much slower.

"I've only recovered 20%, and it will take quite some time to fully recover! However, it won't affect my journey!" Wu Xin sighed deeply.

He didn't have a Saint Cloth, and he was seriously injured in the battle with Red, so his recovery was naturally slower.

"What about you, senior brother?" He looked at Cancer.

"I've recovered about halfway, and I'm fine for now!"

Manigote nodded and said, "In that case, let's travel at full speed today and try to return to the Sanctuary as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

Wu Xin and the other two responded.

Subsequently, led by Manigoldo, the group spent half a day finally arriving at Athens on the Mediterranean coast.

In fact, they could have arrived much faster, but the Ursa Major constellation's weakness slowed down their overall speed.

Although Wuxin was the most seriously injured in the team, even so, the strength he could unleash was still far greater than that of Ursa Major.

Therefore, the almost fully recovered Ursa Major became a burden in the team.

The difference between silver and bronze is evident.

After passing through the barrier, magnificent temples built atop the mountains appeared before Wuxin's eyes.

"Is this the Holy Land?"

Chapter 31 Healing the Snake Husband

The temples on the sacred mountain are all built of white stone, looking exceptionally ancient, and radiating a sacred glow under the sunlight.

At the foot of the sacred mountain, there are also houses built of stones, as well as squares, platforms, and other living structures.

Compared to the temples on the sacred mountain, it lacks the sense of holiness but has a more lived-in feel.

Because Wuxin could clearly see that at the foot of the mountain, there were many apprentice Saints wearing leather armor, either training or sparring, creating a lively scene.

"How about it? Much better than Jamil, right?" Manigold joked with Wuxin with a smile.

"That's not entirely true!"

Wu Xin blinked and said seriously, "The Holy Domain has its advantages, and Jamir has its wonders. The two should not be confused!"

His teacher, Bai Li, still lived in Jamil, and Pope Sage was also from the Jamil clan. In any case, he couldn't possibly say anything bad about Jamil.

This senior brother really has no restraint; he dares to say anything.