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

Dismask pouted, he was mentally prepared when he came.

The environment of the Sanctuary was too serious, which made him uncomfortable, and he felt that people were ossified after staying for a few more days, and it had to be said that it was a lucky thing to stumble upon Garon, a bad ruffian.

"Let's talk about it first, this dress can't be given to you when you're doing errands, it will reveal your identity."

Dismask's words are of course a joke, the golden holy clothes can only be worn by the chosen warriors, and Garon can suppress the power on the holy clothes, and wearing them is no different from hanging an iron body, which is in the way.

Speaking of the Cancer Golden Holy Clothes, Garon glanced at the dirt on Dismask's neck, turned his head in disgust, and forced himself to forget about it.

"Just need your favor"

Garon took a small notebook and a blank piece of paper from his desk and handed it to Dismask,

"You help me transfer a few of them back from the periphery of the Sanctuary, and give this thing to someone."

"A love letter to a little girl?" Dismask sneered, "I didn't expect Uncle Ben to do such a thing, you are really good at finding coolies." ”

As he spoke, Dismask glanced at the name on the white paper,

"Draco, White Bird...... Why are they all bronze miscellaneous soldiers? ”

Listening to Dismask's words, Garon's heart gradually relaxed,

What he is most worried about is that there are no active warriors in these constellations, so I am afraid that this world will really be too different from what he thinks, and many things will not be able to start.

"How, can it be done?" Garon asked,

"It's a little difficult, but it's not impossible," Dismask said, "The deployment of the Silver Saint Seiya now requires the Pope's order, but I can still command the Bronze Saint Seiya, but this White Bird and Draco seem to be also disciples of the Golden Saint Seiya, I'll try it first."

By the way, who is this book going to give? “

Rubbing his fingertips, Garon said slowly,

"The Pope"

"Clang"

The bottle fell to the ground, and the red liquor oozes out, but it doesn't give Dismask another look.

"The Pope? Garon, you let me go to the Pope? Do you want to die? ”

Deesmusk's reaction was, of course, expected by Garon.

In the Holy Land, if you want to talk about the people that Dis Musk is most afraid of, it is not that Sagaza is a first-class child, because as a golden saint, their identity is equal to that of Dis Musk, even if the strength is not good, there is no need for Di Musk to be afraid of them.

However, Pope Son is different.

As the Pope, an old immortal who has lived for more than two hundred years, the direct boss of many Golden Saints, and a shrewd dictator. Dismusk usually doesn't even want to look at Son at all, and even hopes that a tough guy (such as Zachar) will kill him, and he will run to him at his own peril.

"Garon, do you want to take the Pope?"

Dismask made a neck-slitting motion and asked with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Hehe, do you think I dare?"

"Then I'm not going"

Dismusk threw away the notebook, stood up and prepared to leave.

Although they have some friendship, it is not in his will to ask for such a thing as seeing the Pope, whether it is public or private, and he will naturally not do it.

"Wait"

"It's useless, I'm not going. You don't understand how good that old guy is, so I won't touch the mold. ”

"If you don't want to be a sinner in the sanctuary, open it up and take a look first"

Picking up the booklet suspiciously, Dis Musk couldn't resist the other party, so he flipped through it casually,

At first, it was a little funny, probably thinking it was some scribbled cursive writing, but after looking at it for a while, Dismask couldn't take his eyes off it. Although the words and pictures are very layman's, the content is not simple.

Clothes of different shapes, strange and unpredictable tricks, easy to recognize facial features, and even weaknesses in personality.

Dismask reluctantly stopped the thought of looking, and his breathing became rapid.

The eyes are mixed with excitement, surprise, fear, and other emotions, scattered and uncertain.

"Where did you find these things?"

Dismask grabbed Garon's arm and asked,

"I'll explain your question in front of the Pope, but only if someone is willing to bring this thing over."

Garon didn't seem to feel the dull pain coming from his arm, and said lightly.

Dismask's gaze sharpened, as if he wanted to see through the man in front of him.

After a long time, Dismask nodded, put away his things, pushed open the door and walked out.

Although he has a bad character, as a warrior of the Sanctuary, Dismask also knows the priorities of things. At the moment, I was reluctant, so I had to bite the bullet and go to see the adult.

It's just that I wonder how the Pope will react?

The holy war has begun, and the time is tight now to seize every opportunity to win, and the Pope, as the first person under the goddess, should know this.

Galleon leaned against the window, rarely admiring the black rain clouds that covered the sky.

It's really a very heavy cloud, but I don't know if there will be light after the clouds are removed?

Dismask's movements were swift, and although he did not notify the Pope at the speed of light, it took less than an hour for Galleon to receive him in person.

The Sanctuary, a region that has been protected by the Athena Universe since the Age of Mythology, is the most important place in the Zodiac, where the strongest saints guarding Athena are stationed.

But above the zodiac, there is also the existence known as the Papal Room.

The goddess Athena was reincarnated every 200 years, and in order to cope with the gap in the absence of the goddess, the Pope was the first person worthy of the name in the Sanctuary.

According to the guidance of the messenger, Garon, who passed through the 12th house one by one, although he could feel a little small universe between the gaps in those bricks and stones, he did not see a single Golden Saint Seiya.

I'm afraid that they don't need to pay attention to anyone else except fighting.

Garon, who came to the Pope's Hall with doubts, came back to his senses to find that the messenger had no idea.

Looking at the white gate three or four people high in front of him, he could faintly feel the huge small universe pulsating behind it. It seemed to be a sleeping tiger, opening its eyes and looking at its provocative prey.

There is neither a summons nor a refusal.

Hmph, as rumored, he is a stubborn old man.

A miniature nebula loomed between his palms, and Garon pressed his hand against the white doorway.

The small universe, which was not inferior to the power of gold, exploded in an instant, shaking the thick door wall open.

At the end of the scarlet carpet, which was tens of meters long, a figure with a black mask was standing.

As for the figure, there were two teams of six people on the left and right, most of them wearing dazzling golden armor.

In the sanctuary, the first person under the goddess - Pope Sion.

The head of the eighty-eight constellations - the twelve golden saints.

"Who's the next one?"

The majestic voice seemed to hit Garon's nerves, making him want to bow down.