Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

"Let me, the Illusionist, one of the Four Gods of Dreams, grant you a beautiful dream!" She smiled and kissed Asmita on the cheek.

"So, you are the legendary Four Gods of Dreams!" Asmita suddenly realized.

No wonder he felt that the aura of these four people was completely different from that of ordinary Specters, much like the divine qualities of Sasha that transcended all life.

After all that, they weren't just like gods, they were gods themselves!

"However, I am not interested in women. I appreciate your kindness! Namo—"

Asmita chanted a Buddhist mantra and then delivered a seemingly slow but actually swift chop to the neck.

Seemingly completely unprepared for Asmita's swift reaction, the imposter had no time to dodge and was struck directly in the face by the chop.

A faint crack then quickly spread downwards from the other person's brow.

Click!

With a series of crisp sounds, the imposter's beautiful face shattered, like a shell shedding its skin, revealing another completely different, ugly male face underneath.

Not far away, Pegasus, who had just defeated an opponent, happened to see this scene.

The once pretty young lady suddenly turned into a burly man picking his toes, which was really hard for him to handle.

"This...this guy is actually a pervert who likes to dress up as a man?" he couldn't help but exclaim.

However, the illusionist heard Pegasus's words clearly.

The illusionist Phantasos was originally female, but during this reincarnation, something went wrong and she was mistakenly reborn as a male.

As gods of the underworld, they have a certain right to manipulate reincarnation, and the mistake of being reborn as a male should never happen under any circumstances.

The problem is, this absurd thing really did happen.

Clearly, someone is deliberately causing trouble.

The imposter was furious and investigated repeatedly, but unfortunately found nothing.

Left with no other choice, she had to use her divine power to disguise herself, transforming herself back into her original form, and carefully maintaining this disguise, fearing that others would discover her hidden true identity.

Unexpectedly, today, Ashmita broke through their plans here, and Pegasus and the others saw their own ugly side.

At that moment, she was absolutely furious.

"Damn Virgo, I'll skin you alive!" she roared furiously, slapping her claws at Asmita, who was right in front of her.

Unfortunately, Asmita was prepared and dodged at lightning speed, causing the enraged Phantasso to miss its target.

“This guy is extraordinary! Ikeros, you go and help too!” Oneiros, the leader of the Dream Gods, frowned slightly and gave the order for reinforcements.

He could already see that Virgo Asmita before him was different from ordinary Gold Saints; he had surpassed the Seventh Sense and entered the realm of demigods, making him a match for them.

"What a hassle!"

Ikeros the Dreamer grumbled, but still didn't object to his boss.

He lunged forward and vanished into the dimensional space, disappearing completely from the battlefield.

"Void travel? Not bad, not bad!"

Sensing the movement of the Dreamer, Asmita nodded slightly and laughed loudly, "I thought my extraordinary fighting power would be useless and I would be completely buried today."

"I never expected that Heaven would send me four opponents like you again!"

"Excellent, excellent!"

"Let me have a good battle and enjoy myself one last time!"

Since gaining his eighth sense, he has never had the chance to encounter someone who would make him go all out.

Now, we finally have a chance!

Chapter 84 Facing the Four Gods (Part 1)

"You've got quite the big talk, but I wonder how many moves you can last!"

With a cold laugh, Ikeros the Dreamer appeared behind Asmita and reached out with his sharp, eagle-claw-like right hand to grab him.

But Asmita did not turn around; he simply moved a few steps to the side and easily dodged the fatal blow.

"Sleep, you wretched Virgo!"

Not far away, the Illusionist Phantomhous roared and unleashed a powerful attack.

"Grimm's Fantasy Land"

She raised her hands high, gathering the power of her inner universe in her palms, releasing a dazzling radiance.

This move can directly pull the opponent's consciousness into a dream, while she can easily deal with the opponent's physical body.

In an instant, the light waves spread, and Asmita's originally vigorous cosmic aura rapidly declined, as if he had entered a state of deep sleep, and his head drooped down.

"it's over!"

The sculptor, Morpheus, nodded without looking again, then turned around and prepared to enter the stone tower with Oneiros, the god of dreams.

He could sense that something was being conceived inside the stone tower.

Ikeros the Dreamer sneered and continued to reach for Asmita's head.

"Don't touch him, he's my prey!" Phantasos, who had pounced on him, immediately called out to the Dreamer.

"Tch! What a boring guy!"

Ikeros the Dreamer was somewhat unwilling, but he still stopped moving.

But just as the illusionist Phantasos was about to make his move, the golden light that Asmita had been holding back suddenly burst forth again, releasing an even brighter radiance.

He saw through the illusionist's dream and broke free from its constraints.

“It’s a bit like an illusion, but different! Very interesting!” he said, looking at the imposter with a half-smile.

"hateful!"

Feeling mocked, the Illusionist Phantomhous became even more enraged and slammed his claw down with all his might.

Unfortunately, in her rage she almost completely lost her mind, and Asmita dodged her with little effort.

At the same time, noticing that the other two dream gods were about to enter the stone tower, Asmita flashed and intercepted them again, saying calmly, "You two should stay and keep me company!"

"Let me see what other tricks the other two Dream Gods have up their sleeves!"

Even deities have varying degrees of strength.

Based on his current probing results, the Illusionists and Dreamers are only at the intermediate level of the Seventh Sense, and are definitely no match for him.

However, the other two Dream Gods gave him a very dangerous feeling; their strength must far exceed that of the Illusionist and the Dreamer.

To prevent them from interfering with Bai Li's casting of the rosary, he absolutely could not allow the two gods to enter the stone tower.

No, it should be said that he would not let any dream god go.

"What an overconfident fool!"

The stylist Morpheus snorted coldly upon seeing this, and immediately opened his hands to the sides, gathering the power of his inner universe in his palms.

"Flame of Depravity"

Immediately afterwards, two small universes of power gathered in his palms, resonating and vibrating with each other, releasing wave after wave of strange fluctuations.

As the ripples spread, vines sprouted from the ground, surging towards Asmita like a green wave.

"Danger!"

Sensing a strong sense of crisis, Asmita frowned and quickly formed hand seals.

"Acala"

With a soft shout, endless golden light emanated from his body, and a statue of a wrathful deity appeared behind him, enveloping him completely, while chanting filled the air.

This is his strongest defensive move, a manifestation of the power of his soul and body, capable of withstanding any form of attack.

It was precisely with this move that he easily broke free from the illusionist's dream-like constraints.

However, facing Morpheus, who was even stronger, he dared not be careless and rashly take the opponent's attack head-on; he had to put all his strength into defense.

Swish!

A giant green wave of vines instantly reached Asmita's feet and quickly wrapped around him, soon entangling the entire wrathful deity.

Before my eyes, flower buds were sprouting on the vines again.

That was the Nightmare Poppy, which grows by feeding on human emotions and desires. It can parasitize the human body and unknowingly drain the target's emotions and desires, turning them into a living dead.

Unfortunately, Asmita, in his incarnation as a wrathful deity, had a soul and body that were perfectly integrated without any flaws. Even the Nightmare Poppy could not find a way to break through, which prevented the flower buds from absorbing the seven emotions and six desires to grow and bloom.

"What!!"

Morpheus was taken aback.

His usually invincible move had failed; he was unable to draw even a trace of the power of emotions and desires from Asmita.

Before he could figure it out, the illusory Phantomhous, in a fit of rage, charged at him again.

I will skin you alive!

"Use your blood as lipstick!"

She roared, like a mad beast, and launched a chaotic attack on Asmita.

However, when faced with Asmita, who was in the form of a wrathful deity, Phantasos's sharp nails and thick limbs were completely useless, unable to harm him in the slightest, as they were entirely blocked by the golden light emanating from the wrathful deity.

"Phantasos, you've lost your composure!" Oneilos, the chief of the Dream Gods, was somewhat angered and raised his hand to unleash a bolt of lightning.

boom!

With a deafening roar, the enraged Phantasos was struck squarely by the lightning, and then, as if paused, it froze in place, motionless.

Not far away, after dealing with their enemies, Tenma and Rangye also rushed up to support Asmita.

"Lord Asmita, we are here to help you!"

The two gave a reminder, and then launched a ranged attack simultaneously.

Pegasus Meteor Fist

"Dazzling Dance Outfit Trips"