On the cliff, the shadow fell in a few jumps, and Seiya didn't have time to see his face clearly, so he staggered over like a gust of wind.

Seiya froze in place until he was pushed by Binghe.

"Yes, is it an enemy?"

Seiya asked,

"Not quite really,"

Binghe gestured behind Seiya, where Olufei was, and there was one more person now.

The man took Olufei's place and stood opposite the Pluto.

This guy is a reinforcement brought in by Olufei? But why is there no holy garment?

Falao was secretly on guard, his fingers had already climbed the magic harp,

"Hey, are you also Athena's Saint Seiya?"

He didn't seem to answer, and looked down at Olufei. It's a pity that Olufei doesn't have much strength anymore, and he can't even raise his head to identify the other party's identity.

"The legendary Saint Seiya turned out to be like this. Olufei, you have dimmed the brilliance of silver a lot. ”

"Lord Farao, ask you what to say!"

"Do you want to die?!"

He maintained a stance of looking at Olufi, raising his right fist and swinging it at the Celestial Beast.

"Are all the Underworld fighters so noisy?"

The moment he punched, Falao had already sensed that something was wrong, but before he could pluck the strings, countless rays of light crisscrossed his field of vision, and the fiery fist pressed against his underworld, leaving deep marks.

My robe, torn?

Not good, this beam is the trajectory of the punch!

Falao was surprised, and while the vital point had not yet been severely damaged, he tried to spread the attack with both hands, but unfortunately the punch track was more and more filled, like a large net slowly wrapping him up.

"Falao of the Celestial Beasts, you should have plucked the lyre when you saw me."

The man looked up and looked at Farao's gaze full of indifference,

"It's too late to do it now, and the winner is already decided."

With another wave of his arm, the density of the light trail instantly doubled, striking the shattered Celestial Beast's Dark Cloak from all angles.

"Lord Farao!"

"Not good,"

Among the underworld, some retreated, afraid of the strength of those who came; Some bullies approached, hoping to help their bosses.

But whatever the idea, it all came to naught in an instant.

The web of light that enveloped Falao burst open like a giant cocoon, and a million rounds were refracted from it, and tens of thousands of glowing swift fists swept across the surrounding Mortal Soldiers.

Five, ten, twenty, then thirty, the unending beams of light struck their knees, waists, abdomen, and skulls, smashing their bones and smashing their internal organs, their vision flushed with blood, their ears buzzing, the pain followed by absolute numbness, the damage beyond common sense constantly robbing them of their senses.

In the light and blood, the soldiers were like cloth bags swept by a rain of bullets, and their broken limbs and torsos swayed irregularly, separated, and fell to the ground.

After the dust and smoke passed, the stumps all over the ground, and the bloody scene was too bloody for Olufei to stand it, and he turned his face away and didn't want to look at it anymore.

Garon withdrew his fist and looked into the pile of corpses of the Mortals, but found no one still standing.

There should have been a magic star just now, right, where did it go?

"Are you looking for me?"

Olufei was taken aback, in the back!

"That terrible move is Lightspeed Fist, right?"

The huge, burly Warrior stood behind the two of them, crushing Garon's shoulders with both hands, almost shattering his bones.

Success was imminent, and the sky defeated star did not dare to relax in the slightest, and his face was mixed with nervousness and excitement.

"I didn't expect that I would be able to catch a Golden Saint Seiya, if I kill you, not only those two adults, but my lord will definitely be very happy."

On the forehead of the Pluto Fighter, a black pentagram appeared.

I remember what this mark was?

Garon turned his face sideways, his face becoming gloomy, and his body was slowly pressed to the ground.

"Crush yourself to pieces under the great power of God, Saint Seiya!"

The Heavenly Defeat Star roared angrily, and the whole person was shrouded in a huge black shadow, his strength increased by more than two times, and his hands pressed down sharply, and the surrounding crust was lifted out.

In the thick dust, the Heavenly Defeat Star grinned, the Saint Seiya has become a pile of minced meat, I have to pick out the head well.

"Hey, that's-"

"Hey, it hurts."

The Heavenly Defeat Star was stunned, and before he could see what was happening in the thick dust, his arm was entangled in a few golden thunderbolts.

"It just so happens that Arudiba's strength has not faded, since you are not afraid of death, I will give this to you."

The dust cleared, revealing Garon's face, a mixture of banter and cruelty.

He put his hands around his chest, and in his body, which was no taller than the Heavenly Defeat Star, a powerful force roared out.

"Crackle-crackle"

The domineering power turned into thunder, hitting the palm of the Heavenly Defeated Star and leading the flesh into his body.

"What is this?"

The muscles of the celestial defeat star turned outward in his forearm, and the black armor was lifted, but the power showed no signs of stopping.

"The gift of the golden bull and the fists of the twins," Garon clenched his fists with five fingers, "take it with gratitude to me, Hades Warrior." ”

Garon threw a punch, and the tall body of the Pluto Fighter instantly froze.

After six or seven seconds of silence, the Heavenly Defeat Star's dark clothes slowly shattered and turned into dust, and his scarred body finally fell to the ground.

Crisis..... This time Olufei looked around very carefully and confirmed that no one could stand up, so he sat down with a sigh of relief.

But for that man, the matter is not over yet.

The level of the pluto fighter just now, and the black shadow, don't seem to have much to do with the Hades. In the underworld, there should only be a pair of brothers with this level of ability.

Tsk, sure enough, they went to war, what should I do?

Garon bit his index finger and swept his gaze over the blood-colored area in front of him, a smile slowly forming on his face.

What is he going to do? As Olufei saw, the man walked into the corpse of the Pluto Warrior, as if looking for something.

After a long time, he seemed to have finally gained something, and stepped on a head that was still gasping,

"Hey, are the only two Pluto Fighters who brought you to attack this time, what about the others?"

"Hehe, don't be delusional, how could I-"

On his face, which was already unrecognizable, there was only a pair of eyes with bitter hatred mocking Garon, but before he could finish his words, his head was shattered by a blow of lightspeed punch.

"The warriors of the underworld are much harder mouthed than I thought, and it seems that there is no value in leaving a few more alive mouths, so let's kill them all."

His grim gaze swept over the other bodies that were still struggling to breathe, and golden light froze in his hands again.

"Wait!"

"Wait a minute!"

"I know, I know, please give me a chance!"

In the distance, Binghe and Seiya, who had just arrived, resisted the discomfort in their abdomen, and it was the right choice not to let the villagers follow.

Who the hell is this guy? Seiya stepped forward to stop it, but after walking a few steps, he was stopped by Binghe.

Binghe just shook his head and motioned for Seiya not to rush forward. Although the person in front of him doesn't seem to be an enemy, the means are too ruthless, so don't make rash contact until you understand the situation.

"One person is enough to ask,"

Garon crouched in front of the short-lived warrior and said,

"My patience is limited, tell me what you know."

"Yes, yes," the Pluto Warrior's mouth kept spilling blood, and he still wanted to say something in the incessant coughing sound, lest he be killed by the killing god in front of him after a second's delay.

However, in the next moment, he still lost his breath.

It wasn't because of serious injuries, but because of the purple energy beam that took away the last of life.

"I was going to bring you back to the Sanctuary as a trophy, why rush to your death, Celestial Beast?"

Garon patted the dust off his trouser leg and said to Falao, who was sitting next to him.

His robes were in tatters, and the lyre was shattered into several pieces, but the identity of the Demon Star, loyal to the King of Hades, urged him to use his last strength to kill the unsuccessful subordinate.

"This kind of boxing technique, you should be one of the twelve. Sure enough, cough ..... it's really much stronger than expected, but it's useless, you can't win Your Majesty, haha-uh"

His neck was grabbed by Garon and pulled like this, although he was a little difficult to breathe, he could still see the mockery in his eyes,

"What, ahem-ahem, want to know something from me? Wishful thinking, I'm not going to say anything. ”

Although he is an enemy, a man who is tough to this extent makes the three of Olufei admire, but Garon obviously has no heroic plot, and after thinking about it for a while,

"I'm tired of interrogation, and since you've killed my intelligence source, I'm going to have to substitute you.

Let me knock open your skull and rummage through what intrigues me. ”

His other hand was slightly raised, facing Falao's head, and said lightly.

"With this legendary magic fist."