[AnotherDimension!] 】

"Hmm-"

Shura's snort of pain subsided, and his entire body disappeared into the torrent of space, flowing in a space wheel that bent like a tape.

"Bang la",

At the moment when the space corridor was about to disappear, the golden figure broke away, sank deep into the ceiling, and then fell to the ground.

"Bang"

Unable to control his strength, Shura, who had broken the floor, was trying his best to breathe, and it consumed a lot of his strength because he forcibly maintained his body in the space to avoid the consequences of fractures or fragments.

"Tick, tick"

A deep streak of blood appeared on Garon's arm, the wound left by Shura's failure to fully use the holy sword.

But Garon didn't have a pained expression, glanced at the wound indifferently, looked at Aeoria, and stretched out his hand to hook it.

"Let the horses come",

"As you wish",

Aioria didn't mean to keep his hand at all, but he was more excited because of the strength shown by the other party, and he sank his shoulder and swung out a quick punch from a long distance.

It's just that his light speed fist is a little different from the one used by the usual Golden Saint Seiya.

The fist tracks left behind by the scorching air crisscrossed the narrow space, striking a powerful attack like thunder, and in just two or three moments, the light trail filled the entire field of vision, and poured towards Garon with a crumbling momentum.

“Lightning——Plasma！”

Garon, who punched at the same time, swung out a light-speed punch and Aeolia's skills, and the hedge of light and light only disappeared in a dull sound, but it did not stalemate.

Aeoria's punch quickly overwhelmed Garon, and the edge of the heavy punch progressed towards Garon in an orderly manner, and in a short time it touched Garon's body.

The fabric of Garon's upper body was quickly torn, and the uncovered muscles were also bruised, but Aioria had no idea of stopping, and stepped forward in a few steps, allowing the plasma light speed fist to crush Garon.

"It's too late to apologize",

Aioria said as she took Garon's injury into her eyes.

As the distance closed, Aioria could look at the man more clearly.

This guy looks similar to Zachar, and Aeolia actually has a good opinion of him, and besides, being able to swear to the Pope in such a time of crisis should not be an enemy.

It's just that his personality is too perverse and needs to be repaired.

"Apologize?"

Garon smiled contemptuously,

"If that kind of thing can bring victory, it doesn't matter how many times I do it!"

The arc of light collapsed in front of him, and Aeoria felt a huge force in his opponent's fist, and he began to press it in reverse.

Before Leo could repress, Garon pressed his palm into the halo in front of him, which had not completely dissipated, and countless blood marks immediately appeared on his skin.

But the palm that broke through the remnant beam of light also pressed on the abdominal armor of Leo's golden holy clothes.

"You're done, it's my turn"

The point of light disappeared, and in Garon's palm, the vortex was a miniature Milky Way.

“Galaxian——Explosion！”

With a roar, Aeoria seemed to have been hit by a heavy fist, and after plowing two deep marks on the ground with her legs, she was uncontrollably pushed out by the huge force, crashing into the stone steps under the papal seat, and sinking deeply.

The wound on his arm snaked out a few blood stains, staining his forearm and palm red, and converging into a pool of red at his feet. The clothes on his upper body were almost completely torn, and there were about a dozen bruised fist marks as far as the eye could see.

Shura stepped forward, and Aioria, who was not far away from him, also stood up, they were protected by the golden holy clothes, and they did not receive multiple injuries in the battle just now, and they could recover their mobility as long as they rested for a while.

His eyes were full of anger and war, but he couldn't say anything about reprimanding or anything.

The opponent fought himself without the Holy Clothes and managed to fight him off.

Although the injuries of the opponent were much more serious, the dignity and cultivation of the warriors made it impossible for them to continue fighting.

If you continue to fight, winning will only add to the humiliation.

Garon reluctantly stepped forward and clasped one knee into the tunnel,

"Your Highness, I hope to meet Master Athena."

His hands pressed on the armrests of the stone chair, and the Pope couldn't see his expression because he was obscured by the mask.

Angry because of the other person's unreasonable demands?

Rejoicing in the other person's amazing strength?

I don't know, there's no way to guess this, the silence infects the hall, Garon is still waiting for an answer, most of the Golden Saint Seiyas close their eyes and recuperate, and even people who are a little agitated like Arudiba don't make a sound.

"It's a little late today",

The Pope left his seat and disappeared behind the curtain.

Under the stone steps, listening to the sound of many gold leaving, the corners of Garon's mouth finally had a smile.

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- Midnight, next to the double wombs.

In an isolated room, two masked maids are drugged Garene.

With snow-white skin and a slender figure, even if you can't see her face clearly, the maid who can't think of it is bad, is of course very attractive to Garon.

However, in the 12 palaces of the Sanctuary, although there is a distinction between upper and lower ranks, there is no difference between master and servant.

Servants and messengers are only doing their job.

Even if you want something to happen, you can't be within the sacred signs.

When you think about it, it's a very sad thing.

After applying the ointment, the maid made sure that Garon had no other requests (food or massage) and left the hut.

"Click, click"

The sound of footsteps coming from outside the door made Garon a little displeased,

"Didn't I say I couldn't eat?"

The man did not speak, which alerted Garon, but he made a vigilant gesture before being stopped by a palm pressed on the shoulder.

The man nourished the light with a small universe of gold, wrapping the holy sword wound on Garon's arm, and quickly consumed the sharp qi.

"The strength has not grown, and only the ability to resist beatings is stronger."

Having dealt with his brother's injuries, Saga found a place to sit down in front of Garon.

"Nissan has been away from her womb a little bit more lately, and it's not a good thing to leave her post without permission."

Garon smiled, not caring about Zachar's displeasure.

"No enemy can be taken lightly, it must be defeated with all its might, I remember teaching you this"

"What are Nissan talking about, I don't understand what you mean"

Zachar's gaze became majestic, and he knew that his brother understood what he was asking,

"I don't think you can be one against the other, but at least the mystery of Gemini is taught by me. Since you can't hold the power of the Starburst with one hand, why don't you release it in a standard stance? ”

The Milky Way Starburst, the strongest mystery of Gemini. The essence of Gemini, which burns its own small universe to the limit and concentrates and releases that too large energy, is known as a trick that can smash the stars.

But at the same time, it is also an uncontrollable trick, first of all, exercising that extreme strength itself is not something that can be completed by skill alone, and one's own talent and accumulation are also very important.

Fortunately, Gemini Saint Seiya has always had no shortage of talented and intelligent people, and it is not impossible to complete the completion of skills and accumulation. However, it was a very dangerous thing for the power of the smashing stars to gather in the body of the Saint Seiya. Once it is not properly controlled, it is not surprising that it is driven by the trick itself, or the catharsis of the power is not complete, and the body collapses.

In order to avoid this from happening, the Galactic Starburst has a very standard release attitude.

With your hands interlaced above your head, you draw out the crushing power that burns to the limit in your body and direct it to your opponent's body.

That's what Saga gave to Garon, and he was sure that he could at least use the power of the starburst in his standard stance to end the practice.

But now it seems that a while has passed, and he has regressed a lot?

Saint Seiya has to deal with different battlefields, so it is actually a luxury to be able to unleash moves in the most standard posture, so many Saint Seiya exercises various simplified postures to shorten the preparation time or others.

Sachar himself was not opposed to such a situation, but that was on the basis that the power could not be reduced too much. Without power, no matter how beautiful it looks, it will be a death in battle.

No one cares if you die beautiful or not, after all, combat is not aesthetics.

"With that kind of tense battle situation, where can I have time to take care of this", Garon shrugged his shoulders and leaned against the head of the bed with a non-serious look.

"Really?"

Saga said lightly, it seems that he still can't get along with this younger brother. Although it is not that I haven't tried to have a good chat, the way of thinking of the two is really different.

Why should I do this?

Saga laughed to himself, suddenly realizing that his trip was completely meaningless, a pure waste of time.

He stood up and walked towards the door as a fist blew out the lights.

"Rest well, the Pope has asked me to inform you, that Lord will see you tomorrow morning."

The darkness engulfed everything, and it was hard to see his shadow, Sachar sighed, and a bitterness filled his heart.

"Each of the Golden Saint Seiyas is a precious combat power, this is what you taught me, brother.

I hurt them, who will protect Athena? ”

Hearing this, Sachar, who was draped in golden holy clothes, stopped for a moment, slowly put on the heavy helmet, and walked towards the double womb.