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"What!"

Under the shocked gaze of the Pluto Fighter Veronica, Le Xia finished dressing the Cancer Holy Vestment.

Ostentatious shape, smooth lines, the first time he put on the holy clothes, it was still the golden holy clothes, and for a moment, Lexia felt that he was about to fly happily.

Although Sachar and Aiolos have obtained the golden holy clothes, because they have not comprehended the small universe of the seventh sense, the holy clothes are just a heavy armor for them now.

And now, with this domineering Cancer Golden Holy Dress on his body, Le Xia didn't feel any discomfort. The joints of the body move freely, and even feel more flexible than before.

In his body, the energy of the small universe has reached an unprecedented level, and Lexia even feels that he is more than 100 times stronger than before.

Powerful that destroys the world in minutes.

"Humph! A little ghost, wearing a golden robe, is just a miscellaneous soldier," Veronica snorted.

"Fly Blast!"

Facing the overwhelming demon flies again, Le Xia is not as weak as before, I don't know if it is because of his awakened talent skills and the exchange of the holy clothes or the gift of Manigot, the moment he put on the holy clothes, there was suddenly something more in his mind.

Although there are still injuries to the arms, the fights of the Saint Seiya, at some times, do not have much to do with the strength of the body.

The body sinks into a lunge, the right hand is raised flat to the side, the fingers are half-clenched, and only one middle finger is erected, no, wrong, it is the index finger.

Shi Ang looked out of the cage and saw that the phantom of Manigort had appeared behind Lexia at this time.

Two figures, one big and one small, one virtual and one real, the same posture, the same expression, and the corners of both people's mouths have the same faint smile at this time.

Then, opening, two different voices, harmoniously overlapped.

"Corpse Gas, Ghost Flame!"

On the index finger, a blue-green ball of light appeared, and the light cluster continued to grow from the size of a soybean, rotating as it grew larger, and the corpse qi floating in the air of the surrounding underworld was continuously extracted and replenished into the light cluster.

The aura of destruction that suddenly enveloped the space evoked Veronica's painful memories, just like two hundred years ago, in this place, the enemy in front of him, used the same trick to incinerate his soul.

"Don't try to succeed, this time, you won't succeed again! Magic Fly! ”

Veronica howled, and more flies appeared, surging towards Manigott and Lexia.

However, Veronica, who exists in a soul state, and the magic flies that are summoned with soul energy, are nothing more than nothing in front of Cancer, who controls the accumulation of corpse qi.

The function of the corpse qi and ghost flame is to directly incinerate the soul.

The demon flies in the sky, ignited by the ghostly flames, formed a soul fire in the sky, turned around and rolled backwards towards Veronica, and instantly drowned it.

"Ahh Veronica's ecstasy howl, coming from the fire, twists and turns.

However, that's not all.

"No!" Caged Shion yelled at Lexia, but nothing could stop him.

"Corpse Qi and Soul Burial!"

Two overlapping voices rang out again, and the left fist sliced through the void, striking at the burning flames.

The howl stopped abruptly, and the flames slowly dissipated, and the ground was a void, leaving no trace, and the cage that imprisoned Shion lost its strength and turned into flying debris in an instant.

"Manigot!"

Shi Ang staggered a step and grabbed Lexia's side, trying to hold Manigott in the void with both hands, but only the phantom was in a trance.

The holy clothes flashed with golden light, and automatically detached from Le Xia's body, turning into a giant crab floating in the air. Manigot stood there, his body dissipating from beneath his feet, turning into flying star shavings.

"Brother, why are you doing this, it's rare to have a chance to reunite, why do you ......?"

"Hehe, even if I don't use that trick more, I can't support it, it's better to leave a little more for the juniors."

"But, but ......"

"I should have left here a long time ago, I've been waiting for me for more than two hundred years, Master, and they should have been in a hurry, haha."

Manigott looked up at the sky, as if he saw the faces of his contemporaries and comrades-in-arms, the ten Golden Saint Seiyas who had died, as well as the faces of his master Saiqi and Elder Bai Li.

"Aung Yo!" Manigot, who only had the upper body left, lowered his head and squinted, revealing a big smile, "There is more longing than nostalgia, only longing can have a better future." There's only so much I can do for the future. ”

One of Manigot's remaining arms reached out to the front, to Shion, to Lexia.

The two of them couldn't help but step forward, trying to grab the hand, but in the end they only grabbed the star dust in one hand.

"I'll leave the rest to you!"

"Manigot!" Shi Ang's eyes blurred as he looked at the scattered stardust in his hand.

"Teacher......" Le Xia knelt on the ground, and a tear slid down the corner of her mouth, but the corner of her mouth slowly curled.

"Boy, you have to remember that even in the face of a powerful enemy, no matter how cruel the sacrifice, you have to face it with a smile......"

The free and easy voice sounded in his head, and Le Xia slowly fell to the ground.

'Master, please bow down to the disciples. ’

Cancer's holy clothes have finally returned to the holy realm, the Cancer Palace, but there is still no master for him.

Walking out of the palace gate, the Pope went up to the Pope's Hall with his holy robe, and Lexia went down empty-handed and went back to the Jamil Plateau, neither of them spoke.

The Pope did not say that he wanted Lexia to inherit Cancer, and Lexia also knew that he was not qualified to inherit, at least, his current self was not qualified.

Jamil is still the desolate plateau Gobi, still the lonely stone tower, the cold wind of winter blows, bringing up the white snow, blowing on people, it is like a knife cutting half of the flesh pain.

At the bottom of the hillside, a boy of about ten years old slowly ran up, although it was cold, but he was naked, and on his sturdy body, the lines of his muscles were like carvings, and sweat flowed down his brocade-like smooth spine, and was thrown into the air.

Long black hair, tied into a ponytail, fluttered in the falling snow behind him.

Under the stone tower, a tall purple-haired man, holding a three-year-old child, was waiting in front of the door.

"Brother, brother, hurry up, I'm going home for dinner!"

The eyebrows were two small children with dark polka dots, seeing the figure of the boy, poked his head out of his father's arms, and shouted loudly.

"Hmmm! Here it comes. ”

The boy ran to him, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and raised his head with a big smile.

(End of book)