Two hills of food, a few large bags of warm clothing, the supplies that can be found in the small village have been integrated, and most of the remaining materials are some buildings or other necessities of life, and there are some bits and pieces.

The Nordic warriors, as well as several Saint Seiyas, were ready, but did not set off because they were not instructed.

The uneasiness that had arisen after the disappearance of the Lord of Asgard and the Messenger of the Sanctuary spread with the silence of another Golden Saint.

During this period, Hagen and Binghe naturally looked for Dismask several times, but they were all stopped by Olufei without exception.

Gold vs. silver, the absolute command made Olufei unable to ignore it, and did not dare to assert it.

But as the days passed, and now it was the fourth day, and the worry in Olufei's heart grew heavier, a kind of vigilance from the warrior's instinct.

I'm afraid the Hades army is going to move, so I won't leave...... I really can't go.

"You guys wait outside, I'll go check it out first."

Olufi said to a few people around him, mainly at Seiya, if it weren't for the glacier pulling me, I'm afraid Pegasus would have broken in.

With a squeak, Olufei pushed open the door and walked in, the tea and food in the room were not touched, and there was some dust on the table, it seemed that the Golden Saint Seiya was really resting as he said during these times.

However, it takes so long to recuperate and relieve fatigue?

Olufei's gaze wandered, eventually stopping at the man who had his back to him and leaned back in his chair.

"Dismask?" ，

Olufei tentatively shouted twice, but there was no response, and he had no choice but to get closer.

There is neither the power of the small universe nor any sign of life...... Anyway, Olufei looked nervous and rushed forward.

"What are you going to do, Lyra."

A low, cold voice came from the man, who moved his neck and rose from his chair.

"I remember telling you, don't disturb my rest." Dismask snorted coldly and said dissatisfied.

"According to your order, the villagers and supplies are ready, but the order to set off has been delayed, so-",

Speaking of this, Olufei looked at Dismask inquiringly.

Dismusk walked over to the window, glanced at the situation, and nodded.

"Well done, wait another day, we'll leave in a day."

"But if you wait any longer, will the Hades army attack?"

With a snap, Dismask's palm left a deep imprint on the table.

"Enough, didn't you hear what I said?

Pass on the instructions, and you don't have to worry about the rest. ”

Olufei sighed helplessly, so he could only turn his head and leave.

"Tick, tick."

A stream of blood flowed along the arm armor of the golden holy robe, and Dismask propped up the table with one hand to stabilize his weak body, and wiped the corner of his mouth with the other hand, wiping away a bright red color.

"Garon, I can only buy so much time, and the rest is up to you."

At the top of the eight-story tower, a group of guards fell to the ground tremblingly, and even the sound of breathing was desperately suppressed.

Before them, Morford was also half-kneeling, and he didn't dare to lift his head.

The assassins invaded* and did not defend his position effectively, and either one was enough to kill him.

Damn, where did those guys come from?!

Morford's heart was filled with anger and fear, and he seemed to be able to feel the cold gaze cast by the city lord a few meters away, and his scalp was faintly tingling.

It's obviously carefully checked, and there are so many levels, why is it easy to break through?

It would be understandable if he was forced in, but with this kind of silent way of entering, it really made him tremble.

Unfortunately, there was not much time left for him to think about anything more, and now Morford was just praying that he would not be killed by his master.

The lord of the city will not have any feelings, they are cold, selfish, do not ask their subordinates to give loyalty, but on the contrary, they do not allow failure.

"I'm a little tired, you all stand down."

To everyone's surprise, the woman in the black hat just left a simple order and was ready to leave.

"My lord, but those traitors ......",

Murford asked, anxious.

What he got was a sharp glare in his eyes, a gaze mixed with anger, disdain, and murder scraping his flesh and bones, and just a moment of contact made Morford freeze in place, unable to move.

As for the guards behind Morford, none of them dared to stand up.

"Belong, my subordinates understand that we will immediately conduct a city-wide search, and we will definitely not let him escape."

Murford bowed his head respectfully, letting the cold sweat on his forehead drip on the floor, and said tremblingly,

"Tomorrow morning, I'm ...... We will arrange for craftsmen to repair damaged walls and rooms, so you can rest assured that you will not disturb your rest!! ”

The pain of the pinpoint piercing the skin lingered all over his body, but Morford did not dare to speak rashly anymore, and it was not until a long time later, when he felt a little more normal, that he raised his head.

The corridor ahead was empty.

"That's where Diese asked me to come?"

Garon looked up and asked the shadow guard beside him.

Shadow nodded, pointed to the door, and motioned for Garon to walk in.

This guy, don't you know what this place is?

Or was Diess also deceived? Garon let out a painful sigh.

Why did I come here with an unreliable guy?

When he opened his eyes, he had to face one of the most fearful places in his life....... Cathedral of Fog City.

"I said, what the hell is Diess left behind-",

Garon turned his face sideways, only to find that the shadow had disappeared.

A puppet that can't even speak, how could Dice give it something?

"Forget it, it's all in place, and I can't go back."

Garon seemed to be emotional, and seemed to be convincing himself.

He clenched his fists and pushed open the closed door.

"Hey, is anyone there?"

A red carpet covered the modest walkway, and the wooden chairs on either side were empty.

A few rays of sunlight cast on the skylight, illuminating the white statue of the angel and the praying priest below.

"You've kept me waiting, young man."

The old man finished his prayer, put down his hands that were in front of him, and turned to face Garon.

Almost subconsciously, Garon assumed a fighting posture, guarding the old man in front of him.

"You can find it yourself, it really saves me a lot of trouble.

My shoulders are still very sore after the last fight, what do you say....."

"I'm really sorry about that, who made you say something misleading, old man."

Garon teased, but kept his eyes on the other.

"Good eyes, although they are not perfect, but there is no chaos and confusion." The priest spread his palms flat, and a small round mirror appeared, facing Garon. "It's time."

What is it?!

Garon was startled and wanted to step back, but the small mirror had locked onto his body.

The body is getting so heavy, the head is getting so heavy, something is running out of that mirror and into the brain......

Hmm, no, it's not projected in, it's picking up those ...... Those missing pieces.

[Revenge or something, it's really useless. That kind of thing, how could I possibly pretend to be someone else? 】

[Aaron, you are a fool......]

[Like this, bang.] 】

"Haaa......", the pain was in his head, he knelt on the ground, pinching his forehead, "I....... It's .......",

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

[As before, the enemies of your humanity are only the gods. 】

[I hope to be stationed in the Zodiac and participate in this holy war!] 】

[I want to see you...... Lord Athena. 】

Cold sweat soaked through his shirt, and the originally powerful warrior was sitting weakly on his knees at the moment, weak and tired, both physically and mentally.

"Oh, it seems to be working." The priest walked towards Garon, but the latter did not react much until the distance between the two was shortened to two steps, and the priest continued,

"This mirror is a treasure of the Age of Mythology, and it has the power to awaken the memories of those who are addicted, and although the process will be a little rougher, you shouldn't mind it anymore, Mr. Warrior?"

Garon slammed his fist into the carpet, glaring at the priest with bloodshot eyes.

"Dismask, how is he doing now?"

"The first thing you said was to ask your companion?" The priest smiled, "Don't worry, he's not dead. However, using spirits to intervene in the dream world is really reckless enough. Although this preserves memories and is not affected by the prison to the greatest extent, it is relatively much more dangerous. If it weren't for this world where he could transform spirits into entities, I'm afraid he would have died long ago. ”

Is it...... If he can go back, it would be good if there was no loss of twelve people......

"Don't you care about yourself, warrior?"

The priest bent down and asked.

"You should know very well how strong the prison restraints are, and if you don't do anything like this, it won't be long before you return to the way they were.

Become a prisoner again and lose all memories. ”

"The mirror." Garon gestured to the object in the priest's palm.

The priest threw the Mirror of the Philosopher's hand into Garon's arms, then reversed course and walked back.

"Don't expect it to save you twice, the Mirror of the Sage can only work once on the same person.

Do whatever you want as soon as possible, your time is really running out. ”

Indeed, I have no time to waste.

"Hey, you should know how to get out of the Dream Realm, right?" Garon thought for a moment and asked.

The priest stood quietly in front of the stone statue for a long time.

"Young people, you should be clear about basic politeness before asking questions."

Just as Garon was about to leave, the priest spoke.

Garon shook his head helplessly and took a deep breath.

"Please tell me how to leave the dream world, Father Priest."

"I'm sorry, I don't know......",

I want to kill him! Garon forcibly pressed the murderous aura and glared at the other party fiercely.

"But I've heard that the sleeping god Hypnos made a door out of the remnants of his divine power and placed it in the castle lord's mansion.

Once the door is found, and with the permission of the castle lord, the hero may be able to find his way home.

It's just that rumors are rumors after all, true or false....... It's up to you to verify it yourself. ”

gates, and the permission of the lord of the city? Garon frowned, the first one is fine, as for the latter conditions......

"Hey, is there anything else-", Garon's words stuck in his throat, and the old man's body became illusory and hazy in his vision.

"Wait, there's a lot more I haven't asked yet!" Garon trotted up and tried to catch the other.

Unfortunately, when he came to the priest's place, there was nothing left.

"That's all I know, young man. For the rest, you might have to ask about it. ”

Scattered points of light drifted on the surface of the stone statue, making it more gorgeous and noble.

"What's the point of asking for help from a hypocritical god now?!"

Garon snorted coldly and threw his fist.

Fiery thin lines climbed up the stone platform, splitting the surface of the stone statue, fiery fists pressing deep into it, trying to destroy everything.

"Smack, secluded."

The heavy shell peeled off, and something in the stone statue floated up, bursting with a golden light.

"It's—", Garon narrowly covered his eyes, barely looking ahead.

It was a two-sided half-length armor, heavy and solid, with a face on each side, and the whole seemed to be made of gold as luxurious and noble.

He has four hands, not a single leg. On the left, the face of goodness, holding a golden round shield in both hands; On the right side of the evil side, holding a long sword in both hands.

One of the 12 zodiac signs of the zodiac, Gemini...... Golden Vestments.

"Tsk, I sent you here, it seems that that guy is really worried that I will die here?"

The corners of Garon's mouth curled, and with a movement of his index finger, a thunderbolt struck the robe and dismantled it.

All kinds of protective gear flew closer, covering his body, and it seemed that there was still a little warmth.

"Entrusted by someone, now the things have been delivered. It's up to you how you go next.

Youngster...... No, Gold Saint Seiya. ”

He put on his helmet, hid his countenance, and muttered.

"Ah...... I know. ”