Why do silly boys always focus on things that are different from others?
Russell complained in his heart and said disdainfully: "It's rare to see many strange things, and Ai'e is not that small..."
"Ahem!"
Ai'e clenched her fists and coughed desperately. Her eyes twitched and she looked at Russell: "Sun God, pay attention to your words. Even for the sake of your own majesty, you should be more solemn and mature."
"Okay, okay, listen to my mother-in-law and be more dignified and mature."
Russell crossed his hands under his nose, leaned forward, lowered his head slightly, stared at Perseus, and his half-exposed pupils flashed with cold light.
Darkness fell in the Sun God's Hall, reflecting Russell's light and shadow intertwined, generally bright and half dark.
A chilling air lingered around her, and Ai'e swallowed subconsciously, secretly thinking that this is how it should be, this is the true posture of God.
It was cold and my heart was beating a little faster.
"Perseus!"
Russell's voice was low and slow, carrying a strong sense of oppression and shocking people's hearts. He floated slowly and leisurely through the empty hall: "It's rare to see many weird things, and Ai'e doesn't have a little penis."
Ai'e: (benefit)
She said nothing, warning herself not to be fooled, as her heartbeat could be racing for many reasons, such as anger.
"Brother, Ai'e is a goddess. It's normal not to have a penis. But this guy is obviously a man. Why doesn't he have one?"
Faced with Russell's extremely oppressive momentum, Perseus remained unmoved and obsessed with his own clone.
"Hey, you kid is so impatient that you actually know the difference between men and women..."
Russell broke through the power in a second, and the momentum he created was gone. As he was talking, he remembered that Perseus had a family. After such a long time, the princess would let him know whether he should know or not.
"Okay, that's the end of the topic about Ai'e and Little Tintin. Defeat this man wearing Leo's golden holy clothing, and you can become a saint."
Russell said, rolled up Perseus and the clone, and was about to send them to the Lion Palace.
"Wait a moment!"
Perseus struggled hard, and after being let go by Russell, he ran away from the Temple of the Sun. After a while, he returned and put on the silver scale breastplate that was thrown out.
"..."
Russell was speechless and scratched his head. It was the same sentence. If he hadn't known that Perseus was mentally ill, he would have been sure that he was the son of Zeus just based on his shameless energy.
Golden light flashed, and with a powerful howl, Perseus and the clone were thrown into the Lion Palace in the fifth house by Russell.
The clone was wearing Leo's golden holy robe. When it landed, its knees were slightly bent, and the breeze swept over it, calmly releasing the force.
Perseus couldn't survive. He landed on his face, howled and rolled several times, and was forced to stop after hitting a solid wall.
He climbed up, glanced at the empty Lion Palace, and fixed his gaze on the clone.
Feather shoes, silver scale breastplate, bronze shield, divine sword 'Hepal', Perseus quickly took out his equipment, changed his silly smile, and faced the upcoming battle with a solemn expression.
The clone's words are as precious as gold, or the facial features are just for decoration and have no ability to speak. He aimed his right hand at Perseus, who was raising his sword on guard, and slowly opened his five fingers.
In an instant, bright golden light flashed, and countless gorgeous light beams radiated straight out from between its five fingers.
Just like fireworks blooming in the night sky, terrifying power exploded, and countless rays of light weaved into a web and flashed continuously around Perseus.
Almost as soon as the clone punched, the silver-scale breastplate on Perseus began to creak and moan, and every time a beam of light passed by, a gap opened in the armor.
There was a cracking sound, and armor fragments flew all over the sky. In the interweaving of light beams, they decomposed into powder and scattered.
Perseus didn't even resist. He spat out a mouthful of hot blood, and his body flew out of control and hit the stone wall behind him. He penetrated three walls in a row and was buried in ruins.
It was too fast and nothing was seen.
He felt that when the clone opened its five fingers, the Lion Palace suddenly fell into darkness, a big golden hand opened in front of him, and his limbs were bombarded countless times by countless lights and shadows.
…
"Tsk, tsk, this brother is a bit vulnerable!"
Russell was sitting in the Temple of the Sun watching the live broadcast. When Ai'e heard the words of gloating, she shook her head and sighed. With such an unscrupulous Lord God, it will be difficult for future Saints to survive.
"Russell, you struck too hard. Even if you don't want Perseus to become a Saint, you shouldn't beat him to death."
Ai'e was kind and persuasive, and she also spoke without any taboos. Perseus' simple temper made it difficult for people to dislike him.
"You misunderstood. It was not me who attacked, but Leo's Golden Cloth."
"The Holy Cloth has its own life?" Ai'e said in surprise.
"Let's call it a life. Just like a naturally born elf, the Saint Cloth is forged by the world. Although it is just a cold weapon, it also has its own likes and dislikes, so they will choose Saints by themselves."
Russell explained: "I can designate certain people to become saints, but due to incompatibility, these saints cannot exert the full power of the holy clothes..."
"For example, you are also wearing the Ophiuchus Golden Saint Cloth. If you, a parallel importer, encounter a genuine product, you will only be beaten to pieces."
Ai'e: (_)
She felt so tired that she couldn't beat him, otherwise she would have sewn Russell's mouth shut long ago.
"If a real Ophiuchus Saint met Hades, could he win?"
Thinking of being imprisoned by Hades that day and unable to exert the power of the Ophiuchus Cloth, Ai'e felt a little guilty.
"have no idea."
"Why?"
"Because there is something called 'miracle' in the world, which can make the impossible possible."
Russell said this, but he didn't really believe it in his heart. The reason why a miracle is a miracle is because it never existed.
Ai'e didn't know what Russell was thinking, so she nodded secretly, drank the bowl of chicken soup, and continued to watch Perseus being hammered.
…
boom! boom! boom! !
Countless lights and shadows flashed continuously, and Perseus flew out again, cutting through three walls.
Covered in blood, he stood up with his sword and dropped the bronze shield that was damaged beyond repair.
Both pieces of armor were completely damaged, and he only had feather shoes and the divine sword 'Hepal' left on him. The feather shoes were very fast, but they could not avoid the light reaching the extreme speed. The same was true for the divine sword. No matter how sharp the weapon was, it could not touch it. The other side is all empty talk.
The blood flowed down his cheeks, shining red in Perseus's eyes, making everything in his sight a bright red.
Only the clone, the golden Leo Saint Clothes, spreads out its aura, making people subconsciously think of an angry lion, roaring and showing its fangs.
Blood flowed to his mouth, and Perseus subconsciously took a lick. He looked at the Leo Saint Cloth opposite him, his eyes filled with desire.
want to!
Losing too much blood, everything in Perseus' ears was silent except for the pounding sound of his heart.
Instead of being weak, his heartbeat was strong and accelerating, beating faster and faster.
Perseus had felt this way before. When climbing the stone steps, his bloodline potential exploded due to his unyielding belief, breaking through his own bottleneck and taking a big step forward in strength.
Perseus didn't expect so much. He only knew that the enemy was very powerful and it was almost impossible to conquer him, but after being beaten so many times, he was really unwilling to give up.
At least give him a punch, otherwise he won't even be able to enjoy the meal.
He took a deep breath, dropped the divine sword 'Hepal' in his hand to maintain balance, roared at the clone, clenched his hands and charged forward.
"My brother is reluctant to hit me!!"
When his feet hit the ground, cracks spread out in an instant. Perseus sprinted quickly, his body swept by the strong wind, and rushed in front of the clone with lightning-fast agility.
His eyes widened, locking tightly onto the half of the clone's face that was covered by darkness. His blood-covered face was filled with rage.
Ignoring the petty declaration, Perseus's momentum is remarkable.
Uh-huh! !
The clone opened its big hand and released dense light that shrouded Perseus in layers. Every time the beam of light swept across, a terrifying energy shock was released.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang————
Perseus raised his arms to protect his head and withstood the beating at 360 degrees without blind spots. This time he clearly sensed that the so-called light was actually a fist.
Because the speed is so fast, it gives the illusion of being surrounded by light.
The fist edge fell crazily with energy, and between the phantoms, the air was roughly cut and shattered, violent torrents criss-crossed, and plowed ravines on the surrounding ground where the swords cut through.
The blood marks on Perseus' body collapsed and soon turned into a bloody figure.
A short moment was like a hundred years to him. After the brilliant brilliance dimmed and the shadow of the fist in the sky disappeared, he stood swaying on the spot.
He wasn't knocked away or knocked down!
The world was spinning before his eyes, and he saw the clone close at hand. He burst out with the last bit of strength, roared and punched, hitting the helmeted cheek.
With one punch, the two passed each other, and Perseus rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
The clone turned around, wiped away the blood marks from his fist on the holy clothes, and looked at Perseus who was lying on the ground quietly.
Golden light flashed, and the holy clothes disintegrated and reformed into a golden lion, standing next to Perseus.
The clone that Perseus laughed at without Tintin quickly rotted and turned into a mass of black water, withering and blending into the cracks in the ground.
…
"Aren't you going to save him?"
Ai'e looked at Russell with a calm face in surprise. Perseus had lost too much blood and might kick off his legs at any time.
No, that punch drained the last of Perseus' strength, and he couldn't even kick his legs before he died.
You only saw him losing a lot of blood, but you didn't see him cheating again!
Russell pouted: "It's so easy for the son of Zeus to die. If he falls asleep, I can rest for a while."
After saying that, he looked towards the east of the sanctuary with something in mind. Hundreds of men, women, old and young, some from rich families or others in rags, appeared in large groups.
"How many people here can be recognized by the Holy Cloth, one or two?"
Russell touched his chin and couldn't help but look forward to it. He thought of something and said, "Ai'e, do you think the thirteen holy clothes are a little missing? Since there are gold saints, silver and bronze, it's not too much. ?”
