The Immortal had conquered the land for more than a few months, but had stopped expanding six days earlier. It's not that Hades still has mercy or mercy, it's just that the use of the borrowed body is too much of a drain and requires a certain amount of sleep to regain strength.

Before hibernating, though, Hades did something very important.

Erase the sun's radiance and plunge the earth into the darkness of eternal night.

Hades doesn't like the sun, but it's not just a matter of personal preference, but also about the meaning of the sun for life.

The world of the gods does not need human existence, and Hades among the gods has a more extreme hatred for humans. The victory he needed was not as simple as killing Athena, it was the way to end by sweeping the land completely and destroying all life.

As he had predicted, the temperature of the earth had fallen below zero without the sun, and the number of life was decreasing at a very exaggerated rate.

The few regions that can still maintain their original appearance are also due to their own strength, which is difficult to support in a world without light and heat.

As long as this kind of day lasts for a few more months, even Athena will not be able to guarantee the survival of the Sanctuary, and victory will be in the palm of Hades' hand. Thankfully, however, Immortal is obsessed with the perfect victory and is desperate to get it.

"I can't wait any longer,"

Garon walked on the deserted path, and all he saw along was the corpses of animals and humans, the left and right piles of corpses that had not been cleaned up, and they smelled but there were no insects and flies, because it was too cold.

He was still active within the periphery of the Sanctuary, and Athena's abilities covered an area twice to three times the size of the Sanctuary, so as long as he didn't go too far from the Sanctuary, the environment would not be too bad to survive. But even in this case, Garon also felt a little cold.

His physical fitness is much stronger than ordinary people, although he only wears one piece of clothing, but even he can't resist the cold, so ordinary people are afraid that they will have to add several winter clothes to warm up.

After walking for some reason, Garon felt a lot better, and the smell of corpses was no longer left on the tip of his nose, but the smell of life.

It's very thin, I'm afraid there are only three people, or less.

A street that seemed to be once bustling, with mostly broken windows, peeked out into a few rooms with the only light available, and was littered with dust, tables and chairs.

Garon watched carefully for a moment, then walked towards a stylish house not far away.

He smelled it, and there was a nice smell of perfume there.

The waist-length door panel was unrepaired, half-open and swaying in the wind.

"Click"

What was the plank held in place, stiffly stopped at an angle.

"Who is it?!"

A young man with a long wooden stick stood in the hall and asked boldly,

"Is this a perfume shop?"

In the eyes of the owner of the house, the man was wearing a blue cloth shirt and white trousers, and a pair of royal blue eyes under his heroic eyebrows.

But seeing that the other party's dress is probably a normal human being, the owner of the house is also a little relieved, but the stick has not yet been taken off.

"Guests? I'm sorry, we're not open for business today," the man paused, then added, "This place is dangerous, so it's better for you to leave quickly."

"Oh, how do you say?"

Garon took a step forward, and the aggressive movement made the man a little more alert.

"Please don't come any closer!"

The man drank coldly, raised his stick,

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety!"

"All of them have become frightened birds, what are those bronze imps doing?"

Garon raised his fingertips slightly, and with a single blow of the beam, the stick in the man's hand was shattered,

"Wow-"

"Don't hurt my brother!"

Out of the inner hall rushed out a girl in yellow, about seventeen or eighteen years old.

The appearance is not good-looking, but it is full of youth and vitality like an unripe green fruit.

But at this moment, his still delicate face was full of hostility, and he was glaring at Garon fiercely.

"Don't get me wrong, I just don't like being pointed at."

Ignoring the hostility between the two, Garon found a chair in the room and sat down.

"I was entrusted by someone, so I came here to take a look. Looking at your appearance, your spirit is good, and he should be able to rest assured. ”

Garon took a pink rose from his bosom and placed it on the table.

He didn't think anything would change, but when the girl saw the rose, the hostility in her eyes dissipated and became ......

Well..... How to describe it?

It's like spring is coming......

"It's Mr. Little Fish! I knew he must be alive, and it was great, brother! ”

The girl hugged her brother and cheered, and the excited look couldn't help but make Garon sigh, that guy's face must be full of charm points to cause such a lot of lethality.

It's just, what is Mr. Little Fish?

"Are you a friend of Mr. Xiaoyu?" The man stood up, and his tone was much kinder, as if he didn't take what he had just done to heart.

"I'm sorry, I don't know Mr. Xiaoyu." Garon paused, "At least that guy doesn't have any fish in the area." ”

"Oh, you're mistaken," the girl said with a red face,

"Because every time the gentleman came, he was paid with gold coins, and he never left his name. We asked him a few times, but he didn't want to tell us, so we had to call him that. ”

As she spoke, the girl took out a golden object from her bosom.

A round pure coin with a leaping fish engraved on both sides of the front and back.

That guy is really rich, Garon sighed secretly, it's a pity that he didn't pick up two when he passed by Pisces Palace.

"Whatever you call him, I've already brought the roses. The aroma of this thing can help you resist fatigue and hunger to a certain extent, and you can collect it yourself, and there will be no second branch if you lose it. ”

The Pink Rose is naturally not a Royal Demon Palace Rose, it is probably a new variety cultivated by Abrodi himself, and its effect is limited to ordinary humans.

"By the way, where is the village chief?"

Garon asked the man when he saw the girl accept the rose.

"The village chief?" The man's expression fell, and he said to Garon, "The old village chief was killed by the Hades Warriors, and now the person in charge is the old village chief's daughter, Miss Euredith. We and the Tang Lusen family also helped her a little, and the other is the Saint Seiya adults in the Sanctuary Domain......"

"Is Olufi here?"

Garon asked, causing the siblings to look nervous.

"Don't worry, I'm an envoy of the Holy Domain, and I want to help them this time."

"Emissary of the Sanctuary?" The girl said suspiciously, "Didn't you just come yesterday, why is there another messenger coming today?" ”

"Dismusk has arrived, too?" Garon stood up, "That would save you a lot of trouble, where is he?" I'm going to him now. ”

The brother and sister glanced at each other, feeling that the person in front of them could still be trusted, after all, the relationship between Mr. Xiaoyu and the Sanctuary should not be shallow, and he could also clearly shout the names of the Cancer and Lyra Saint Seiya.

Well, trust him once.

The man stood up, trying to lead the way for Garon, when the earth shook abruptly and he almost fell.

A huge roar followed, and even from a distance it still caused such a huge power, it is not difficult to imagine what is happening nearby.

"It's not good, it's Lord Olufei, he's in charge of guarding the outskirts of the village today, I'm afraid he's in trouble!"

The man looked anxiously at Garon, if he was an emissary of the Sanctuary, he should be able to help a little, right?

To the surprise of the brother and sister, Garon's body looked a little trembling?

Was he afraid?

The girl's eyes were overflowing with disappointment, but she couldn't blame anything. Until, the wild laughter resounded all around.

"I originally wanted to find out the whereabouts of those little ghosts, but now it seems that I can save a lot of effort."

Garon's eyes were blood-red, and the murderous aura released from the inside out was better than that of the underworld fighter, making the brother and sister unable to stop retreating.

"If you kill someone here, no one will be able to rebuke me again. You're going to make me happy, Warriors. ”