He sat up sharply, pain still remaining in his bones and flesh as if his whole body had been shattered, forcing him to gasp for the cold air.

[Aaron, you are a fool. 】

[Just like this, bang]

[I am the master of the River of Time......]

【Contents of the commission..... enemies of the gods】

Complicated memories rush into the brain, subverting the past life.

More than 20 years of new life, under the impact of the flood of memory fragments, has become unreal.

It's like a beating puppet, and when it has real eyes, it sees the scene off the stage.

Here it is...... Sanctuary, I am ......

He covered his face, and his mood gradually stabilized.

Who am I .....?

"What's wrong with you?"

The sudden sound of a male voice brought him back from his nightmare, and he turned his head to look at the other side of the stone bed, where a man of his age was leaning.

He was about twenty-six or seventeen years old, and the muscles of his body propped up the thin fabric outward, but it was not cumbersome. The handsome facial features have their own heroic spirit, and they can be seen very clearly through the sparse starlight.

Who is this man?

He looked at the glass of water on the table to the right, and a face resembling the man in front of him was reflected on the water.

By the way, I'm ......

"Looks like you've recovered, Garon"

The relationship between brothers seems to be very thin, and the man who is the elder brother does not have much comfort after the younger brother wakes up.

"The holy war is about to begin, the Hades army has been assembled, if you don't have the intention of joining the war, you can stay here."

Holy war? Hades?

A few uncomplicated words fit in with those fragmentary memory segments, and at the same time pull the pain of the nerves.

Covering his forehead in pain, Garon wanted to reminisce, but saw that his brother was already planning to leave,

"Wait a minute!"

Garon looked up, his bloodshot eyes looking directly at Zachar,

"To what extent is the holy war going?"

Although he didn't know what happened to the other party, for the obvious question, Saga didn't mind wasting a little time,

Even though he still suspected that the guy in front of him must have a bad idea.

"The Holy War has been going on for a while, and this time the Hades army seems to be more ferocious than usual, and the land beyond the Sanctuary has been conquered. Coupled with the fact that Hades manipulates the celestial bodies with the power of Hades, I am afraid that the sun will not come out again.

At present, half of the Silver Saint Seiya on the periphery has been killed, but fortunately, the Gold Saint Seiya has not suffered any casualties.

If it weren't for you, I would have been sitting in the double womb right now. ”

Hades, Hades.

That guy has woken up? Garon's eyebrows were tightly locked, and more than half of the earth had fallen, and I am afraid that it had more than his influence.

It's a good thing that the Sanctuary hasn't fallen yet, but the only one who can compete with him should be-

"What about the Pope and Athena?"

Garon's breathing gradually calmed down, and his tone became normal,

"The Pope is fine, he is not able to go to war but he is still in good health.

It's just that Lord Athena is still young, and I'm afraid that her strength is limited, and she is not enough-"

At this, Sagar stopped abruptly and looked at Garon thoughtfully.

Is this guy playing the idea of the Pope and the Goddess?!

"Humph!"

A cold snort mixed with the power of the stars woke Garon from his contemplation, and he looked at the other party's angry eyes, and it didn't take two or three seconds to guess the other party's thoughts.

It's a pity that no matter what you explain, you can't convince the other party now.

The fragments of his memory told him that the relationship between the brother in front of him and him was bad enough to be described as pale.

Confrontation, fortunately, did not reach the level of mortal enemies. If you don't care too much about the Hades Army, I'm afraid it's time for the brothers to find a place to talk.

Silence, a full ten minutes of silence, after Garon's cold sweat penetrated his shirt, Saga finally regained his strength.

Maybe he felt that he had gone too far, and Sachar wanted to say something, but when it came to his lips, it became,

"You don't have to worry about these things, just do your part."

Garon sneered, not wanting to explain anything, and lay down with his back to Sagar, seemingly reluctant to talk to him any more.

Saga looked at each other quietly, and after a moment pushed open the door and walked out.

The footsteps faded away, and it was only when the figure was about to disappear that a reassurance was heard.

"You take advantage of this time to exercise well, and if I'm not there one day, you should know how to do it."

Even this guy has a certain heart to die, and the situation is probably much more troublesome than imagined.

On the cold bed, Garon slowly combed through his memories, from the distant beginning, to the life in the Sanctuary, and then turned back again until he was sure that there was nothing to forget, and then sat up again.

Three hours have passed.

I believe that you, as a human being, know what you have to do. 】

Garon turned his face sideways and looked out through the small window, where the stars dimmed and nothing was visible.

The black color is like the armor of the god of the underworld, interpreting the taste of despair.

Shattering the five golden holy robes with one blow, Garon knew the enemy's strength too well to feel powerless.

Neither the twin gods nor the Hades were any opponents he could handle.

"What can I do?"

Garon clenched his fist lightly and muttered.

He bowed his head and fell asleep.

After a deep night's sleep, perhaps because his body had not suffered too many injuries, Garon got up in the morning and exercised, feeling a little stronger than expected, and very happy.

Strong power means more chips, and he is not completely sure of his future plans, but with this level of strength, he can at least fight hard.

Back in the humble room, Garon picked up the materials he had put together after his workout and flipped through them, rolled them up to make sure there were no omissions, and put them on the table.

Next, just wait for that person to come.

Garon knew who he was, so he knew that there were some things that he couldn't do directly, and that he had to be connected by someone.

It's a pity that he can't see the light of day in the Holy Domain, and naturally he doesn't have many friends, and after falling out with Sagar, there is only one person who can be contacted.

"Yo, Garon"

Leaning against the door panel, the man who suddenly broke in didn't seem to know what politeness was, his eyes were full of gloom and cruelty, even if he wore the golden holy clothes, he couldn't make his temperament more elegant.

"I said earlier, don't go to the idea of the Twin Sacred Clothes. Your brother's strength was obvious to all at the beginning, and there were not many people who could fight against him, even if it was gold. Why do you bother to touch that moldy head, you really want that golden dress, mine will wear it for you for two days. ”

The person who came grabbed the wine bottle on the wooden table, poured himself two sips, and sat down with a loud sigh.

In terms of relationships, Garon has few acquaintances among the gold, and even his existence is rarely known.

The acquaintance with the person in front of him is really not something to boast about.

But two men can do some bad things together to make others unlucky, and when they meet again, they can say hello with a smile.

"Tell me, what do you want to do this time?"

The visitor asked, looking eager to try.