"Hagen, hurry up!"

In the Asgard Palace, a lovely girl with blond hair and a shawl walked lightly in the dark corridor, beckoning to the god fighter not far away.

"Freya, where are you going?"

Hagen asked hesitantly, as a god fighter, his first duty is to protect the safety of the Immortal Palace, if this is not his childhood sweetheart, he will not let the other party go to this kind of place.

"Go to the treasure trove."

Freya didn't mean to hide it, and whispered her thoughts to Hagen, completely ignoring the other party's increasingly shocked expression.

"Freya, you know that this place is a forbidden place for Lord Hiluda to enter and exit freely, how can you enter without permission?!"

"Peace of mind, I didn't go there to get anything, just to see a painting, and I'll leave as soon as I'm done."

"Just for a painting?"

Hagen hesitated,

"Freya, if you like to paint, I can go somewhere else and help you find some back. The treasure trove, let's not go, shall we? If Lord Hiluda finds out, you will be punished. ”

"No, that one was painted by my sister, and you won't be able to find the second one wherever you go."

Freya was sure,

"Since it was painted by Lord Shiluda, why don't you go to her if you want to see it?"

"My sister won't let me see it."

"Why?"

"You don't understand, oops, can you help me?"

Hagen struggled several times, and finally after getting Freya's assurance, he agreed to come down,

Unfortunately, when he arrived outside the treasure house, Hagen said that he did not want to go in at all, and insisted on staying to help the girl.

Freya soaked hard, and saw that the other party really wouldn't go in with her, so she didn't force him.

You must see that painting today. Freya cheered herself up, took out the key she had stolen from her sister, and carefully opened the door to the vault.

The three-person high gate is not a dirty space like a storehouse as the name suggests, but a gorgeous hall with a lot of lights and fire, white floor tiles and golden walls, and one after another priceless treasures placed on the glazed pedestals.

However, Freya has no interest in these things, she has seen a lot of treasures since she grew up in Asgard, and she was still interested in it when she was a child, and she got tired of seeing it when she got older.

This time I came here just for that painting, that's all.

She searched around, and remembered that her sister should have put it here.

What is that perfect god-like sister deliberately making time for outside of Asgard?

The lord of Asgard, who was obviously more mature and stable than before, seemed to have a deeper haze in his heart, and this uneasiness stimulated Freya to come and find out.

After walking dozens of steps, Freya's eyes lit up, and she finally made some discoveries.

It was a few random squares of cardboard, and according to what Freya knew about her sister, she usually kept important things in inconspicuous places and piled them on top of other similar things.

Freya cautiously approached the cardboard, uncovering the curtains one by one.

One, two, after looking at several cardboards in quick succession and finding nothing, Freya was a little disappointed, could it be that I guessed wrong?

Picking up the cardboard on her leg casually, she gently unveiled the curtain,

"Huh?!"

It was a soft-colored forest scene, with a man and woman leaning against one side against a backdrop of lush foliage.

The silver one-piece fishtail mopping skirt sets off the woman's slender figure, her face is not real, and her hands wrapped in white gauze gloves are holding a gorgeous rose, sitting on a wooden chair leaning on the man's waist.

Although her face was almost blank, Freya could guess the woman's identity by her shape.

Even if she didn't paint her expression, she must have been very happy and happy at that time.

My sister hasn't been so happy for a long, long time, so what is the man who can let her sit there so quietly......

Her gaze slowly rose, the man was dressed in a black dress, and his sturdy body had obviously been trained very strictly, which immediately reminded her of the god fighters of Asgard, thinking that he was also a warrior.

His face was as blank as his sister's, but just by his movements and temperament, one could imagine his extremely impatient restlessness, probably not very accustomed to the restrained clothes.

Freya thought about it for a while, and there didn't seem to be anyone similar to him among the people she knew.

Who is he?

Is this painting a story of reality or fantasy?

The unfinished painting seems to be made up of fragments that remain of fragments, and Freya is not proficient in painting, but she can also feel that the painting will never be finished one day.

The Lost Fragment, a record of the unreality of the past?

Do you suddenly want to meet this man?

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Beams of dazzling particles traversed the corridor, and when Garon's arm stopped moving, the cyan dragon shadow that leaped in front of him had been torn into dozens of pieces, and the torrent of frozen gas condensation was also scorched in the blazing fist wind.

In Zilong and Binghe's opinion, they had just launched an attack, intending to strike first, but when the trick was released, the heavens and the earth turned upside down, and their bodies fell heavily on the earth's crust.

The bones on his back seemed to tremble and scream, and the flesh seemed to be churning together, and when the two of them struggled to get up, they saw Garon still standing in place, not moving a single step.

"Ahem, that's it...... The source of the Golden Saint Seiya's power, the seventh sense? ”

Binghe spat out a mouthful of blood, and there was already a ghost in his field of vision, and said slowly.

"Sight, hearing, touch, smell, taste, sixth sense, I didn't expect there to be a seventh sense in addition to these six."

Zilong held the ground with both hands, and took a hard breath, only to feel a twitch in his lungs, and his breathing became difficult.

"Why, the teacher never said this?"

"Of course it's because you're too incompetent."

Garon said slowly, stretching out his index finger to shoot an arc of light, and the seemingly light blow instantly knocked the two of them away, and stripped them of their holy clothes at the same time.

The cyan and white holy clothes separated from the bodies of the two and combined to form the prototypes of the Celestial Dragon and the White Bird, which no longer had the meaning of echoing the small universe of the two.

"What's the matter, why did my holy garments become like this?"

The whole person was beaten into the stone steps, and Zilong raised his head, full of confusion.

"Power will yield to stronger power, that's as simple as that."

Garon stepped forward step by step, and seeing that the two were still struggling, he said dissatisfied,

"It's really immature to not give up that childish idea until now. Well, let you have a clearer understanding of the gap between us. ”

He sank his shoulders slightly, this gesture was already equivalent to pain for Binghe and Zilong.

"For the Golden Saint Seiya, everyone's Lightspeed Punch has its own characteristics. Binghe, the methods used to use against the enemy were relatively crude, in fact, Aeoria's Lightspeed Fist was not the type I used to use.

Thinking of the little bit of comradeship between us, I'll make it easy for you to die, with this other lightspeed fist. ”

A single shot of light pierced Binghe's body before he could react, sending him to the ground once again.

"Binghe, what's wrong with you?!"

Zilong climbed over, and when he saw Binghe's body twitching, but he couldn't move, he called out.

"Don't worry, you'll be able to feel his pain soon, if you still have the senses."

The center of Zilong's eyebrows at the point of the light track brought all the brilliance.

"Look...... Can't see it?! ”

"Is it visual this time?" Garon frowned, "Sure enough, I'm not very skilled at doing this kind of delicate work." ”

Before the words fell, the third and fourth blows had already been struck, and the two bronze saint seiyas who were embedded in the earth again no longer had the strength to make a sound.

"For the Golden Saint Seiya, depriving more than three senses at once can be extremely taxing on the body. I'm afraid that bronze of your level will never stand up again. Hearing, smell, touch, taste, sight, once these are completely taken away, you will not be able to survive with just a remnant of your sixth sense.

After all, it is impossible for you to realize the power of life, the seventh sense. ”

Garon's arm was raised, and when it fell, Zilong and Binghe had no reaction.

"Now, you probably won't hear me."

【It's so strong...... That's what it is....... The power of the Golden Saint Seiya, my master Ka Miaoyo, it seems that you have never seriously fought against me in the past, I'm sorry I always thought that I was very mindful of this, I don't think it's worth your use of that level of mystery......]

[Can't see the teacher?] Athena, I'm sorry...... It seems that this is the end of my Zilong.......]

"Oh yes, it's just against two Bronze Saint Seiyas, do you need to fight to this extent?"

Dismask, who was in hot pursuit, was also startled when he saw the almost completely destroyed staircase,

"The color of the eyes, you guys shouldn't have taken away all their five senses, right?

What a terrible man. ”

Dismask's words were not answered, and Garon remained there, as if waiting for something.

It wasn't until a moment later, after confirming that neither of them had the strength to get up, that they turned to leave.

"They're useless, Dismask.

Don't let that little girl see them, find a place to dispose of them. ”