Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

As for the rosary beads, they were like a dried-up sponge, directly absorbing all of Asmita's sublime blood and soul, emitting a wave that far surpassed the seventh sense.

In the end, everything returned to calm, leaving only a Virgo Cloth stained with blood and its luster dulled, and the rosary hanging on the Cloth, swaying in the wind.

In the sacred realm, a golden, illusory figure arrived at the summit of the holy mountain, before the goddess's throne.

That was Asmita's last, poignant photograph.

Goodbye, Lord Sasha!

He knelt down in front of Sasha, his smile still on his face.

"Ashmita—"

Seeing his state, Sasha immediately understood what had happened, her eyes reddened, and she hurriedly got up to help him.

Unfortunately, the moment her hand touched Asmita's figure, the Virgo vanished into nothingness, turning into tiny particles of light.

Sensing the anomaly at the summit of the holy mountain, Pope Sage rushed to investigate and witnessed the moment Asmita's lingering resentment vanished.

"Ashmita—"

He sighed, his heart heavy.

He already knew about Jamil's blood sacrifice of the rosary.

Now, the demon-suppressing prayer beads are complete, but Asmita is gone.

The Sanctuary lost its second Gold Saint.

On the other side, after bidding farewell to Sasha, Wuxin continued to venture deeper into Hell. After crossing several smaller hells, he finally reached the boundary of the Seventh Hell, the Seventh Moat, with the Eighth Moat, the Hell of Fire, just ahead.

That place is where the wicked and cunning are punished; the entire hell is like a sea of ​​fire, with not a single blank spot.

The ground is ablaze with flames, and the ground is filled with scorching magma.

Any dead who fall into this place will be scorched by the omnipresent flames, with no respite.

"I wonder if I can withstand the scorching heat of these flames!" Wu Xin took a deep breath, then stepped across the boundary and into the Eighth Moat.

At the same time, he secretly gathered his inner cosmic power on his body surface to enhance his defensive capabilities.

Zizizi!

The instant he stepped into the fiery hell, the scorching flames spread throughout his entire body through his Saint Cloth.

"It's so hot!"

He couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

The terrifying heat evaporated the moisture from his body, forming a faint white mist that quickly dried up completely from the hellish heat, leaving not a trace of moisture behind.

Moreover, even though he was wearing the Silver Saint Cloth and had concentrated his cosmos power on his body to resist it, he could still feel that terrifying heat burning his skin.

"The environment here is too harsh; even a Bronze Saint would find it unbearable! Only those with Silver Saint or higher strength can move freely here!" He exclaimed again, but did not stop, continuing to walk deeper into hell.

Because of that person's detention, he had no way out and could only keep moving forward to find that craftsman god hidden in this hell.

However, after personally entering this hellish place and truly experiencing its terrifying flames, Wuxin suddenly understood why the God of Craftsmanship was hiding here.

As a master craftsman, he often deals with fire, so he naturally gets used to and likes such a hot place.

Chapter 88 Borrowing Ghost Messengers

Enduring the scorching flames, Wu Xin thought to himself, "For me alone to find the God of Crafts hidden here is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Therefore, I can't be foolish and search aimlessly in this fiery hell by myself; I need to rely on the strength of the group."

Thinking of this, his gaze swept over a group of undead not far away and landed on a ghost messenger behind them.

The laws of this underworld are quite unique, causing souls to sink into oblivion. Therefore, the undead creatures here have no conscious awareness and are unable to communicate.

The only forces he can rely on are the ghost messengers and Specters here.

It's one thing to deal with Specters, but too much contact with them could easily expose one's disguise.

After all, he wasn't a true Specter. If he were to run into someone like the Celestial God of Longevity with special abilities, things would get complicated.

In contrast, the ghost messengers at the very bottom of the underworld were the best people for him to approach.

Those ghost messengers do not use the power of the cosmos; they are essentially dead people whose intelligence has been preserved through special methods, and they are specifically used to maintain the basic order in hell.

After all, the underworld has countless layers, and the Specters alone cannot manage it all. These cheap ghost messengers are the best servants.

Wu Xin was absolutely confident that he could deceive these ghost messengers.

Moreover, the sheer number of these ghost messengers made it easier for him to find the whereabouts of the God of Crafts.

Thinking of this, he strode towards the ghost messenger not far away.

Noticing Wuxin approaching, the ghost messenger who was driving away the spirits immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, sir! May I ask what your orders are?"

The newcomer was dressed in black battle armor and exuded a pure aura of death; he was undoubtedly a Specter.

In this underworld, every Specter is a transcendent being who wields the power of the cosmos, far surpassing these ordinary ghost messengers.

Wu Xin thought for a moment, then replied with a smile, "I come from the Sixth Hell. A while ago, I had a little pet that I raised that went missing."

"Through some special methods of searching, I discovered that it escaped into this fiery hell!"

The search for the master craftsman couldn't be stated explicitly, so an additional excuse had to be found.

"I'm sorry, sir, your little pet has probably been burned to ashes by the flames here!" the ghost messenger replied regretfully.

"That's not necessarily true!"

Wu Xin waved his hand and laughed, "My little pet is very special. It's not afraid of fire, and I can confirm through some special methods that it's still alive and is hiding in this hell."

"So, sir, your purpose is to have us help you find it?" the ghost messenger asked, understanding the implication.

"That's right!"

Wu Xin nodded and said seriously, "I need you to mobilize the other ghost messengers to help me find that lost little pet."

"Also, don't let the other Specters know, especially the commander here, otherwise it won't be good for anyone, understand?"

As he spoke, he concentrated the power of his inner universe into his palm, transforming it into a wisp of corpse energy that swirled continuously in his hand.

Sensing the dangerous aura contained within that current of air, the ghost messengers nodded repeatedly and said, "Rest assured, sir, we will keep our mouths shut and will not leak your information!"

For the higher-ranking Specters, these ghost messengers had no human rights; any one of them could put them to death, and no one would stand up for them.

Therefore, even though he was not under Wuxin's control, he still dared not disobey Wuxin's orders.

"only……"

The ghost messenger paused for a moment, then said with a wry smile, "Even if we promise not to leak the information, it will be difficult to hide our search from the other adults."

"Once they ask, it will be hard for us to keep it a secret!"

"Don't worry about that!"

Dispersing the accumulated corpse energy in his hands, Wu Xin waved his hand and said, "I'm not asking you to put down your work and search for me at all costs."

"I want you to help me look for it in your spare time."

"In that case, the other Specters should not interfere with you."

"That's no problem!" The ghost messenger breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It wouldn't be difficult for them to drive away the dead, wander around hell, and incidentally find Wuxin's little pet.

"However, we still don't know what your pet looks like, sir?" the ghost messenger asked cautiously.

Wu Xin immediately replied, "My pet is very special. Not only is it not afraid of fire, but it can also transform. It may very well turn into other undead or creatures and hide in this hell."

"You just need to pay more attention to those creatures with self-awareness."

"Besides, those particularly dangerous areas are also likely to be its hiding places. Please keep an eye out for those as well."

The one in the garden did not reveal what the God of Crafts looked like, and Wuxin could not get the ghost messengers to follow the map.

Fortunately, apart from the ghost messengers and Specters, the other undead in this hell do not have clear intelligence. Based on this, we can eliminate them. If we encounter other sentient beings, they are very likely to be the God of Crafts.

Furthermore, the God of Craftsmanship may also be hidden in a special area.

After all, if the God of Craftsmanship doesn't want to be disturbed, he will definitely reject other people getting close, so naturally he will create a special area around him that strangers cannot enter.

Therefore, this special area is also a key target for Wuxin's search.

"Don't force yourself to enter those special areas if you can't. Just mark them on the map for me, and I'll find them myself!" he instructed the ghost messenger again.

"Thank you for your mercy, sir!" The ghost messenger breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, this lord did not intend for them to die.

"Of course, I won't ask you for help for nothing. Anyone who finds a suspicious target for me will be richly rewarded!" Wu Xin immediately beckoned with his finger, and the aura of death around him instantly gathered.

Then, under his control, all the aura of death was compressed and poured into the body of the ghost messenger in front of him.

Upon receiving this pure aura of death, the ghost messenger's soul fire immediately became much brighter and more vigorous.

"Thank you for your kindness, sir! Thank you!" The ghost messenger repeatedly expressed his gratitude for this favor.

"Alright, hurry up and go help me search!" Wu Xin waved his hand dismissively.

"Yes!"

The ghost messenger responded and then drove the spirit away quickly.

Soon, through the messenger's message, the other messengers in the Fiery Hell also learned that a Specter had asked them to help find a small pet.

In an instant, many ghost messengers became busy, diligently driving the many dead spirits to run around in hell.

The sudden diligence of so many ghost messengers also attracted the attention of some of the Specters.

After being interrogated by the suspect, he learned that a colleague had asked them to help find their pet, so he didn't say anything more.

As long as there is no interference with the normal operation of the order in hell, it's fine.

However, on the other hand, Wu Xin never expected to be able to deceive those Hades warriors from the beginning, which is why he didn't dare to ask those ghost messengers to put down their work and help him find the God of Crafts, and he didn't dare to be too clear about it, referring to it as a pet.

In this way, even if the Specters find out, they won't interfere too much.

Chapter 89 Strange Valley