"Where did the giants come from?"
Marin's battle ended.
As a standout among the Silver Saints, she killed the giant with a supersonic strike, blasting its massive head and finishing the fight.
The giant wasn't weak—he was very strong.
If the Silver Saints hadn't attacked together just now, she might not have been able to kill the giant quickly. She could even have been counter-killed.
When the giant opened his mouth to unleash some kind of attack earlier, she sensed a powerful telekinetic force lock his throat.
Only then did she strike in time, coordinating her attack.
"So there's a hidden telekinesis master among the Silver Saints."
Was it Misty? He's the strongest among the Silver Saints.
Marin only hesitated a moment before noticing black smoke seeping from the giant's corpse. The body seemed to rot rapidly, giving off a foul stench.
Soon, that mountain of flesh became an ordinary human corpse.
"The giant was a regular human transformed? How is that possible?"
"So strange. Why do I have a bad feeling?"
Marin narrowed her eyes, little tongues of fire flickering in them, while unease gnawed at her heart.
Saints aren't ordinary people, but these giants are bizarre and many of their abilities are unknown.
One misstep, and the tables could turn.
"Seiya should be fine."
"As for Damian…"
Thinking of Damian bursting out of his clothes and lunging at her, Marin curled her lip. "With the Pope's hint that obvious this time, I won't even need to lift a hand—someone will fall over themselves to take the credit…"
Though she was curious about that walking wall of muscle, Marin still felt no fondness for him. After all, he was the one who'd seen her true face.
If he dies, he dies.
There are casualty quotas for operations anyway. If Damian really dies, that's good for me too.
She worried more about Seiya's safety.
Fortunately, he was with Misty. There shouldn't be a problem…
Fss-pop!
Suddenly, a red spark blossomed ahead, bursting high in the air.
A rescue signal. She hadn't expected a Saint to call for help so quickly.
"It won't be Seiya."
Misty is very strong—stronger than she is. Paired with Moses, there shouldn't be danger. Seiya won't be in danger, and neither will Damian.
Swoosh!
A figure streaked like a rainbow, tearing through the night sky. Moonlight gleamed off a Silver Cloth, shining like a ghostly blue meteor in the dark.
Yes, this night would not be quiet.
The distress from Sicily came five days ago. Who knew what had happened in those five days?
Faced with such strange beings as giants, even Silver Saints were at risk. Shaina and the others could very well be in dire straits.
However, with that man involved, then nothing would be a problem.
When Marin reached the distress point, she froze. Before her lay a group of motionless alien corpses.
This…
The more she looked at the corpses, the more shaken she felt.
Most of these aliens were hunchbacked monsters. There were even two giants the size of hills. They stood like statues, eyes wide, faces twisted.
They looked alive, yet had no breath of life.
Yes, they were all dead.
Someone had killed them.
Such pure residual Cosmo—sharp as a blade.
Marin stepped forward to sense it, her footfalls thudding softly.
In an instant, the bodies split from their foreheads—and then in two—turning into spraying halves. Nearly at the same moment, more than twenty alien corpses and the two giant corpses all split in half.
Incredible cutting power!
Who did this?
Yes, the wounds on these corpses were all caused by sword-qi.
No Silver Saint could unleash sword-qi like this.
Wait—judging by the cuts, it was definitely high-intensity sword-qi!
Coupled with the unusually pure residual Cosmo, was this sword-qi formed by compressing Cosmo?
And this person's sword-qi was incredibly fast—killing this group in an instant without giving them any chance to react, one stroke to end it.
A true sword master!
Marin understood—no Silver Saint could do this.
"Could that man be here?"
A figure surfaced in her mind.
Yes—only that man could do this.
Steadying herself, Marin moved on, searching for the Silver Saints who'd sent the distress signal.
Blood stained the path; there were hardly any intact monster corpses—everything had been cleaved in two.
Marin couldn't help a sigh. His methods and swordsmanship were too superb—everything cut cleanly in half.
Moments later, she reached a dim little grove.
At last, she found two Silver Saints lying in pools of blood.
"Dio of Musca."
"Derimi of Sagitta."
Arujedi of Hercules was collapsed by a boulder, half his body soaked in blood, bleeding profusely, with only the faintest breath left.
How was that possible?
They were wearing Silver Cloths. How could they be this badly hurt?
Not even that giant could do this!
Dio of Musca's head hung limp; she couldn't see his expression. He stayed motionless, seemingly unconscious—she couldn't even hear his breathing.
"There are some monster corpses nearby… What on earth did this?"
Marin's guard shot up, sparks kindling in her eyes.
She knew the carnage here wasn't simple.
The Silver Saints had been attacked… There had to be some terrifying presence that broke them.
They were still breathing—not dead yet!
But whoever could grievously wound three Silver Saints was absurdly strong—beyond even top-tier Silver Saints.
There was no aura of a powerful foe nearby, only a faint whiff of chaotic rot lingering in the air.
Was it the giants?
No—even a giant couldn't be this vicious.
"Ma… Marin…"
Arujedi of Hercules suddenly rasped, "Be… careful… he's infected by blood."
Marin stepped closer. "Dio… infected?"
As she moved in to question him, a hand stabbed at her nape without warning. If she hadn't dodged in that instant—and if not for her Silver Cloth—she'd have been run through.
Who?
Spitting blood, Marin whirled to see Dio of Musca with a face blackened over, lips curled in a wicked, cruel grin, black miasma shrouding him. A single terrifying scarlet eye stared fixedly at her.
He was infected?
In the same instant, a razor‑keen golden sword light flashed like lightning, slicing Dio—Cloth and all—in two.
Psh!
Blood sprayed as the corpse split apart.
Marin looked to the one who had swung the blade.
With heavy footfalls, he stepped out of the darkness, a Cosmo sharp as sword-gleam radiating from him.
And he was wrapped head to toe in a gleaming Gold Cloth.
He was… a Gold Saint!