The big axe slashed neatly and slashed at the back of the man's blocking hand, restraining him entirely.

"I only used my physical strength to resist the attack of the weapon, and I deserved to be the man I liked."

With one hand on her cheek, she leaned back in her broad chair and watched the battle below with interest.

"If only you could be more obedient, Garon."

The long whip wrapped around Garon's legs, and a short blade touched his neck, and three or two bronze figures took advantage of the moment when Garon and the axe man were deadlocked, leaving a dazzling spark in the darkness.

After an instant, the axeman, who held the handle of the axe in one hand and pressed the back of the axe with the other, fell to his knees, four holes were pierced in his chest, and the great axe was broken into three.

The assassin's arm trembled, and the short knife he grasped did not successfully cut the throat of the enemy, but was held in place by something, and he could not advance or retreat for a while.

Garon turned his face sideways, biting down on the black blade, his other hand already touching the back of the Assassin's neck.

The delicate bronze girl fell to the ground, her neck twisting at an eerie angle. Garon exerted force on both feet, and the long whip that bound his calves showed signs of cracking.

As if sensing danger, the owner of the long whip quickly freed the whip with the intention of retracting the weapon.

"Wow-",

The long whip stiffened, and Garon grabbed the tail with one hand and pulled it in.

"Smack, smack, smack."

Hiluda patted his palm,

"It's easier than I expected, are you having fun....... Man? ”，

The hand knife that pierced through the bronze statue curled into a fist, and Garon shook off the body of the last puppet and said.

"You always like to collect things that aren't useful."

"Useless?" Shiluda covered his mouth and laughed, "This is the strongest soldier left by the previous city lord, that guy has not been able to completely control them until he dies, if he knows your evaluation, I am afraid that he will come back to life in anger." ”

Still familiar smile, still warm voice,

It's a pity that when Garon looked at the woman on the throne again, he was left with only a strong sense of alienation.

"When did you get into that position?"

Hiluda slowly put away her smile,

"Is it important?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said.

"If you mind, I can lay down the power here.

As long as you return to the mountain dwelling with me, everything will be as before. ”

Get back...... Is it?

There was anticipation on her face, as if the look she showed every time she went out made Garon want to say yes.

Pity......

"There's no going back, that place doesn't exist anymore."

“......

That's right. ”

The girl's eyes were soaked with disappointment, and her ruddy skin lost its blood color and became incomparably pale.

"Wake up, we're going to go back as soon as possible, there's still a lot of fighting to come-",

The ceiling cracked, and a massive fist descended and slammed into Garon's arms, slamming half of his body into the ground.

That's a lot of strength!

Garon barely looked up, only to see a bronze giant crushing the zenith and sitting down on his knees to urge his fists.

"You're the one who should be sober," Hyluda said slowly, raising her hand. "Our world — here."

"Roar!" ，

The bronze giant let out a dull roar, and the power of his fist increased even further, almost smashing the whole Gareon into a meat sauce!

"It's not the same puppet just now, it's the weapon that drove out Dismusk last time.

One of the six bronze statues created by Norse craftsmen based on the gods in the mythological era, the god of war Tyr. ”

Hiluda said indifferently,

"Give it up, Garon....... You are not my opponent, and there is not the slightest chance of winning. ”

With the cacophony of steel clashing, the left hand of the Statue of War sank deep into the ground and finally came to a standstill.

"Click-click-click," the idol's left hand trembled, and slowly rose upwards as if it had been caught by something.

"Knock, click", the left hand of the God of War Statue was completely pushed away, and the huge body involuntarily took a big step back and stumbled.

The straight path of light crossed the long distance and nailed through the dorsal side of the throne.

A winding white haze escaped from the black void, smacking down Heroda's cheeks, as if to tell her that death was so close.

Garon walked out of the big hole made by the statue of the god of war,

"Using Demask's power to gauge my level will lead to bad results, Shiluda."

Two or three silver hairs fell, and Heroda asked with a complicated expression.

"Why?

That punch should have hit. ”

Garon was silent for a long time, and finally did not give an answer, but rushed towards the statue of the god of war.

Powerful fists rang out one after another, striking cracks in the walls, leaving craters in the ground, and squeezing ripples through the air. The idol's attack didn't seem to even dare to confront Garon head-on, he just ran around, touching it from time to time, and then quickly retreated.

The strength is very strong, the reaction is not slow, I am afraid that I still know how to think, and the defense is also very strong, if I want to talk about weakness, I am afraid that the instantaneous speed is a little worse.

If you have to decide the winner anyway, it will be a big * trouble.

But your fatality is not in yourself, but—

Garon smashed through the wall with one hand, hovered in the air, saw the opportunity to step on the fist of the Ares Statue, and leaped to the other side with the strength of his opponent.

"Just keep it under control, Heroda."

He landed in front of the woman and held out his hand.

And so, it's all over.

The white glow jammed the warrior's fist, reflecting the woman's beautiful, cold face.

She held a silver scepter, and it took little effort to resist the Golden Saint Seiya's fist, and at the top of that staff, a blue diamond with an eight-pointed star was embedded in it.

"Garon, for a warrior, victory is a treasure that only exists once.

And you, missed it. ”

With a flash of light, the sheer force sent Garon flying.

Above the throne, a phantus gradually solidified.

It was a stone giant, only six or seven meters tall, holding a sword upside down and a shield in the other.

His long beard and wrinkled face were full of the marks of time, and the old man wore only thin clothes, but he had an extremely powerful power, forcing everything around him to bow down to his fighting spirit.

Garon's body sank into the wall, and his vision blurred.

He hadn't noticed the attack at all just now, no, even now.

What kind of people and what kind of power?

He looked down as hard as he could, and saw that the stone giant holding Shiluda had awakened and threw his great sword.

The spear of light pierced the wall, bringing out a bright red blood.

"I told you, you're no match for me, Garon."

Garon coughed up a mouthful of blood, clinging weakly to the shattered wall and falling.

"Norse God King...... Odin?! ”