Of course, there is no need to doubt Dismask's perception, in fact, Garon quickly sensed that many people were approaching.

Thirty, fifty, sixty or so.

"Dies, you take Olufei first, and I'll deal with them."

Garon's fingers rattled and slowly clenched into fists.

"It's too late, someone has already arrived."

In the field of vision of the two, a light and shadow rushed straight over and collided with Dis Musk head-on.

The abrupt attack pushed back Dismask, who slid back for some distance before stopping.

At the same time, Garon threw a heavy shoulder, several beams of light hitting the stagnant shadow.

There is no doubt about the strength and speed of the Lightspeed Fist, and Dismusk dragged his opponent in order to create a chance for Garon to attack.

Although it felt like he was still trying to resist, there were already a few punches that had hit the real feeling.

In the light of gold, turn to dust.

Garon's punch intensified further and he slowly walked towards his opponent, trying to see his opponent's face clearly.

"What a terrible warrior."

A figure felt his companion's side at a faster speed and picked up the attack for him.

And one more? Garon frowned, the Lightspeed Fist seemed to have hit some solid defense, and it was all blocked.

After a long battle, Garon withdrew to attack, and Dismask followed.

The light dissipated, and the appearance of the two men became clear.

A squatting person crossed his hands in front of him to protect his vital body. He has long beige hair, straight eyebrows, a high, straight nose, and a cold expression.

His hands trembled slightly because of the attack of the Lightspeed Fist, and he maintained a squatting posture not because he didn't want to stand up, but because he couldn't do it in a short time.

Although he is a standard fighter, he has not been baptized in many battles.

"Hagen, are you alright?"

The man standing said to his companion, a pair of amber eyes staring at the two Garons.

Unlike his comrades, he is much stronger, and his physique is one size bigger than Garon and Dismask. The upper body is wrapped in simple leather armor and the muscles are strong. The indifferent heroic face has no sadness or joy in his eyes.

"Hades' lackey, let me test how much you can do."

Garon listened to him and always felt that something was wrong.

It's a pity that this person's fist was much faster than the words, and before he finished speaking, the silver fist came over.

Garon was helpless and threw another punch.

The two of them made a few moves, but they couldn't hit their opponents accurately, so they both gave up their evasive moves and fought with their fists.

The silver storm made contact with the golden light, leaving a piercing roar in the air, and Garon frowned, the fabric of his shoulders breaking a gap, leaving a trace of red.

The warrior took two steps back, his expression as usual.

This guy's body can resist the Lightspeed Punch head-on?

Garon took a deep breath, a little troublesome.

If a frontal attack doesn't work, something else should be used.

He held out his index finger, which was a prelude to the casting of the magic fist.

"That's it, everyone."

The words that were not high-pitched came out, mixed with a hint of majesty and feminine delicacy, which made the movements of the Czech and Garon stand still at the same time.

A woman in a black haze walked behind Hagen, flanked by more than twenty well-armed Northland warriors.

The woman was about seventeen or eighteen years old, perhaps to facilitate her movements, and her long snow-silver hair was trimmed to her shoulders, leaving only the silver strands on her temples fluttering in the wind.

The delicate goose egg face, the silver eyes are very clear, faintly revealing the lonely cold of the north, under the upturned Qiong nose, the ruddy lips seem to have a hazy water, and the facial features that are difficult to find flaws combine to form a soft appearance, but with a resolute look.

"I am Heroda of the Nordic Asgard Palace, invited by the Holy Land Pope to come for reinforcements.

Excuse me, are you the Saint Seiya of Athena? ”

"Where can I be considered a goddess's saint warrior like this", Garon said lightly, "It's just an ordinary guard"

Ordinary guards in the Sanctuary can also have this kind of strength? A look of shock flashed across Czechfried's face, but he quickly suppressed it.

"It is rumored that among the top twelve Saint Seiya guarding Athena in the Sanctuary, they have skills comparable to the speed of light,"

Hiluda said lightly,

"I just don't know which Golden Saint Seiya Your Excellency is."

Garon pouted, so it was hard for a smart woman to cope.

But in the end, it is the Pope's guest, the reinforcements of the Holy Land, and the face must be done well.

Garon dropped his fist and gave Dis Musk a look to the side, who quickly stepped forward.

"Cancer, Dismask."

"Gemini Garon."

In this small place, the two Golden Saint Seiyas were dispatched? It seems that the battle is much more fierce than expected.

Hiluda held out his hand and introduced the two of them to the guards of Asgard.

"They are the warriors of the Nordic Asgard Palace, Hagen, Czech Fried, and they have come with me to help transfer the villagers of the Sanctuary with the others this time."

Around Hilda, Hagen and Czechfried nodded to Gallon and Dismask, and said hello, but the wariness and hostility in their eyes had dissipated for the most part.

Warriors are usually the type that is easier to get along with, and they rarely keep their negative emotions in their hearts for too long after fighting in a violent atmosphere, so any dissatisfaction will be clearly expressed on their faces.

Garon didn't feel any more hostility from them, and certainly wouldn't have a good feeling.

Fortunately, he was not talking to a man this time, although he still wanted to deal with Hagen and them.

"How many of the villagers are seriously injured?"

"About seven or eight."

"Trauma, illness, or something else?"

"This ......"

"Are there any survivors in the surrounding area?"

"Sorry, we have limited conditions, just a few kilometers around."

"But now that we have the conditions, we can do this as soon as possible."

"Good ......"

"We'll take them to Northern Europe in two days, but ....."

"Nordic? It's a long way from the Sanctuary. ”

"It's not like heading straight to the Nordic Asgard, there are a few places to stop for a while along the way, I hope you can help me ......"

Gallon and Siluda were ahead, while Dismask and Czech Fried followed.

They can clearly sense that someone doesn't seem to be good at coping with the situation. However, Dismask did not want to interfere, after all, the Pope's warrant was not given to him. Hagen and Czechfried, on the other hand, were real bodyguards, and were completely indifferent to anything other than protecting Hiluda.

The arrival of reinforcements made the villagers much more energetic and hopeful.

Heroda, as the first person in the Nordic Asgard, is a completely different type from the Pope. She is noble and beautiful, but it is not difficult to communicate, on the contrary, it is easy to get along with. Up close, you can clearly feel her kindness.

In addition, she is very capable, more capable than Garon and Dismask, not in terms of combat, but in the ability to dominate as a superior.

In contrast to the Saint Seiyas, who only treated the villagers as objects of protection, Shiluda was able to explore their potential value.

The Sanctuary had a long way to go from Northern Europe, and treating the villagers as a burden would obviously make the task much more difficult, so Shiluda split the whole project into several parts, and assigned the villagers to take charge of some of them one by one.

To do this, you first need to be able to read people, and you need to be able to get people to do things for you.

If it is the Pope, his majesty, his position, can help him achieve his goals.

Hiluda didn't need that, she was a woman, and she was a very beautiful and kind woman, and most people would not be disgusted by the pleas of such people, and besides, she was thinking about them.

Watching the villagers rushing in and out, Seiya suddenly felt that his existence was meaningless, and he was full of emotion for a while.

With nothing to do, he sat down and looked not far away, where Garon and Dismask were discussing something.

Before coming, the Pope had already told Gallon about the relevant matters, and it was estimated that he had already discussed the rescue plan of the civilians with the leaders of other places, so Gallon did not care about the completion of the handover.

There wasn't much he could do, just one right now.

"It's time to go, to Hades City."