Becoming a Saint Seiya since the Age of Mythology

Looking at his Saint Cloth, which was already mostly torn, he sighed helplessly.

"It's a pity that Lord Shion didn't come this time, otherwise I could have just handed my Saint Cloth over to him for repair!"

During his trip to the Underworld, his Giant Saint Cloth was severely damaged and now offers almost no protection.

Aries Shion, from the Jamir clan, possesses the skill to repair Cloths and is the Cloth Repairer in the Sanctuary.

Although he was unsure whether he would encounter any trouble while guarding the entrance to the Dream World, Wuxin still hoped to repair his Saint Cloth as soon as possible so that he could face any possible difficulties in a complete and full-fledged manner.

As if hearing his sigh, Manigoldo walked over, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your Giant Saint Cloth is too badly damaged. Even Shion couldn't repair it properly here."

"To repair such a Saint Cloth, some special methods must be used."

"Senior brother, what do you mean..." Wu Xin suddenly had a guess.

There are two ways to repair a Saint Cloth. One is normal repair, which uses special materials to patch it up, just like the craftsmen who repair leaky pots.

Another, rather unique method, involves feeding the Saint Cloth with the blood of a powerful individual to stimulate its own potential for repair.

Manigold continued, "The Cloths have spirits, so they can choose their own masters."

"Your Saint Cloth is so badly damaged that it has injured the spirit of the Saint Cloth, causing it to fall into a deep sleep."

"Even if you repair the armor, you can never restore such a sacred garment to its original state."

"The spirit of the Saint Cloth must be reawakened by the blood of the strong, and the Saint Cloth's own potential must be stimulated in order to be truly repaired."

"Take off your Saint Cloth and give it to me!"

As he spoke, he extended his finger and lightly flicked Wuxin's breastplate, producing a crisp clinking sound.

Upon hearing this, Wu Xin shook his head and said seriously, "I also know about this repair method, but it requires a lot of blood."

“But senior brother, you still need to enter the dream realm to fight the dream god. It is not appropriate for you to expend your energy to repair my holy armor at this time.”

Repairing a severely damaged Saint Cloth requires about half of a person's blood.

Even a Gold Saint who has awakened the Seventh Sense would be severely weakened by losing so much blood at once.

"It's alright, it's just a dream god, it won't take me too much effort!"

Manigold, brimming with confidence, patted his chest and said, "Besides, your senior brother is much stronger than you think. Losing a little blood won't matter!"

"It still doesn't work!"

Wu Xin shook his head and said firmly, "Senior brother, you have important responsibilities. It would be best to maintain your best combat condition as much as possible."

"As for repairing the Saint Cloth, I'll do it myself!"

"With my current level of skill, I am capable of repairing this Giant Saint Cloth!"

The blood of the strong who repairs the Cloth does not refer to the blood of a specific type or group of people, but rather to the blood of the person who repairs the Cloth, which must be no weaker than the Cloth itself.

In other words, a Bronze Saint cannot repair a Silver Cloth, or even a Gold Cloth, with their own blood.

His blood was only enough to barely repair his Bronze Cloth, and that was only after he had acquired the Cloth and his own strength had greatly increased.

If it were a Saint who had just awakened his sixth sense, he would have no ability to repair a Bronze Cloth.

Wu Xin has already reached the peak of the sixth sense, which is infinitely close to the seventh sense. With his current level, he is naturally stronger than the Silver Cloth and is capable of repairing his Giant Saint Cloth.

"Why are you so slow to understand?"

Manigold tapped Wuxin on the head and said, "How can your blood compare to mine?"

"I am a Gold Saint who has awakened the Seventh Sense. By using my blood to repair your Silver Cloth, I can not only restore it to its original state, but also allow it to grow further and evolve into a Gold Cloth."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xin was both amused and exasperated. He knew, of course, the benefits of Gold Saint blood to Silver Cloths, but unfortunately, the timing was not right.

He shook his head again and refused, saying, "At any other time, I would have accepted your kindness, senior brother!"

"But it's really not possible now!"

"You should conserve your energy and prepare for the upcoming battle!"

"I'll take care of repairing the Giant Saint Cloth myself!"

Perhaps having overheard their argument, Defteros, who was sitting not far away, immediately spoke up: "Manigoldo, I think you'd better not do anything reckless!"

"We must conserve our energy for the upcoming battle!"

"Moreover, there is a big difference between using someone else's blood to repair a Saint Cloth and using one's own blood to repair a Saint Cloth."

"While your blood can certainly help his Giant Saint Cloth evolve further, the fact that it's tainted with your aura will also affect his compatibility with the Giant Saint Cloth."

"But if his own blood can be used to repair the Cloth, it will actually enhance the compatibility between the two and make the Cloth's growth more beneficial."

"There's such a thing as repairing Saint Cloths with blood?" Manigold was somewhat surprised to hear this.

This was the first time he had ever heard of such a thing.

"I have no reason to deceive you, believe it or not!"

Defteros spread his hands and said, "There's one more thing. That kid's body is exceptionally strong, and his blood and energy are abundant."

"If he were to bleed himself to repair the Saint Cloth, the amount of blood he would consume would be much less than that of an ordinary person, and he wouldn't suffer such a severe loss of vitality as an ordinary person."

"Therefore, I suggest that the best solution is for him to do the repairs himself!"

Upon hearing this, Manigoldo couldn't help but take another careful look at Wuxin and use his senses to thoroughly examine Wuxin's physical condition.

As expected, just as Defteros said, Wuxin's physique far surpassed that of ordinary people, and his blood and energy were so vigorous that he was practically a humanoid ferocious beast.

"Looks like you've had quite a fruitful trip to the Underworld! I'm afraid your physical strength alone would be enough to deal with some beings who have just awakened their sixth sense, right?" Manigold remarked with admiration.

"There were indeed some gains, but it was also a near-death experience; I almost didn't make it back!" Wu Xin said with a bitter smile.

He was able to come back alive this time entirely because of the combined protection of various forces. If he had lost any one of these forces, he would be dead by now.

Even if he were given another chance, he could not replicate the same miracle.

“In that case, then use your own blood to repair this armor!” Manigold waved his hand, no longer insisting.

Immediately, Wuxin deactivated the Saint Cloth on his body, restoring it to its original form as a large, broken silver cup.

At this moment, the Giant Saint Cloth no longer possessed the brilliance it had when they first met; it was completely dull and almost devoid of any luster.

He realized that this was the consequence of the so-called slumber of the spirit of the Cloth.

Chapter 118 Blood of Bronze

"Use blood as a catalyst, and revive once more, my Great Throne!"

Wu Xin raised his palm like a knife and cut his left hand, immediately drawing out bright red blood.

He didn't waste a single drop, pouring it directly onto the broken silver cup.

Soon, as blood continued to flow from his wound, the entire silver cup was stained red with his blood.

However, even so, not a single drop of red was visible on the ground, because all the blood had been absorbed by the silver cup, and not a single drop had fallen to the ground.

It's like a dry sponge, absorbing all the blood that drips onto it.

Just then, Manigoldo, who was watching from the side, made a surprised sound.

"Huh? Why is your blood different from everyone else's?"

"There are several blood types. It's not a big deal that my blood is different from yours, is it?" Wu Xin replied nonchalantly.

"No, that's not what I meant!"

Manigold shook his head and strode forward, pointing to the bloodstains on the silver cup. "Look closely," he said, "your blood has a slight bluish-gold luster."

Upon hearing this, several Gold Saints who were resting also gathered around, curiously examining the bloodstains on the silver cup.

“Yes, it does have a slight bluish-gold luster, which is different from normal people! It’s hard to notice unless you look closely!” Defteros nodded.

Noticing that slight bluish-gold luster as well, the rest of the gold seemed to agree.

Not only them, but after careful observation, Wu Xin also discovered a slight abnormality in his own blood.

"That shouldn't be the case, I'm a normal human being!" He was somewhat puzzled.

Just then, Orpheus, who was playing the harp, walked over, and after observing carefully, said solemnly, "This should be a case of bloodline atavism!"

"Bloodline reversion? What's that?" the Gold Saints asked curiously.

As Orpheus played, he explained, "You should have heard that the current age of civilization is not the first age; there were several periods of civilization in between."

"Legend has it that the first era was the Golden Age, inhabited by the Golden People, who were the first humans. They had golden blood flowing through their veins, called themselves the children of the gods, and were born with immense power."

"As time passed, the bloodline of gold became increasingly diluted, eventually losing its golden luster and turning into a silver color, which was called the blood of silver. Human civilization thus declined and deteriorated. This was the Age of Silver."

"But the power of time is immense. The blood of silver degenerated further, turning into a bluish-gold color. This is the age of bronze."

"The Bronze Age?"

Regulus the lion cub paused for a moment, then realized what he meant and said, "We don't have cyan in our blood, does that mean we're living in an era after the Bronze Age?"

Orpheus nodded and said seriously, "The time I originally lived in was at the end of the Silver Age, when the degenerated bronze blood could already be seen on the earth."

“A great sage has prophesied this, and told everyone that bronze, which follows silver, is not the last.”

"Because there is iron behind bronze."

"By the time of the Iron Age, the power in the human bloodline had weakened to the extreme. Unlike our ancestors, who were born with great strength, humans would be reduced to mere mortals."

"If I'm not mistaken, the era you live in now is the Iron Age."

"His bloodline is reverting to its ancestral form, evolving towards bronze blood!"

As he spoke, Orpheus glanced meaningfully at Wuxin.

Atavism is an extremely rare phenomenon, even in his time it was a very rare occurrence.

"I see!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

Manigold pressed on curiously, "Since bronze came iron, what came after iron? Were there any other eras?"

"I don't know!"

Orpheus shook his head and said seriously, "Back then, after the Age of Iron was prophesied, some people asked the Great Sage what age would come after the Age of Iron."

"But the Great Sage told everyone that his ability could only see the Black Iron, and as for what lay beyond the Black Iron, even he did not know."