Chapter 215 : Saga's request: One-Punch World!
In the Saint Seiya World, on the Olympus sacred selection arena, sunlight was shrouded by an unshakeable heaviness.
Athena's prophecy had come true; the Celestial Saints' power far exceeded expectations. They not only possessed Cosmos far superior to the Gold Saints but also carried the legendary bloodlines of ancient heroes and divine blessings.
Moreover, their battle experience, honed over millennia, was utterly incomparable to that of the Saints who had only lived for a mere decade or so.
Achilles' indestructible body and exquisite spear mastery, Oedipus's fate-cursing techniques, Theseus's cunning tactics—not to mention Hercules, who had already ignited his divine flame and possessed the power to shatter mountains and crack the earth with every movement!
As the battle involved three factions of Saints, totaling 36 individuals.
The combat simultaneously split into six battlefields.
On the arena, Cosmos fiercely collided, and blood splattered... Heracles caught Leo Aiolia's Lightning Plasma with one hand, then sent him flying with a punch. Leo's Gold Cloth was still in the air, its chest plate shattered, blood staining the armor.
Aquarius Camus's Absolute Zero was twisted by Oedipus's power of fate, the cold energy backfiring on him, freezing half of his body.
Sea Emperor Poseidon's son, Krishna, his proud golden spear, was easily blocked by Achilles' shield, and the divine spear pierced through his shoulder blade.
Sea Siren Sorento's Death Symphony was suppressed by Theseus's even older and more ferocious battle song, her five senses completely stripped away, causing her to spit blood and collapse.
The elites of the Saints and Marine were in full retreat, their ranks broken.
Their proud beliefs and ultimate techniques seemed so pale and powerless before the Celestial Saints' absolute might and divinity.
Fewer and fewer Saints and Marine remained standing on the arena, and an atmosphere of despair enveloped the hearts of every supporter.
Poseidon, observing from the side, had a grim expression.
The golden divine light from Athena's scepter of nike also appeared somewhat dim.
His warriors' utter defeat left them utterly disgraced.
Athena clutched her staff of victory, her knuckles white, her eyes filled with worry and reluctance. She could see her warriors fighting with all their might, burning their lives and Cosmos, yet she saw not a glimmer of hope for victory.
Just then, Virgo Shaka, who had been sitting with his eyes closed at the edge of the arena, slowly opened his eyes.
To test the Celestial Saints' strength, the Sanctuary and Marine had not sent their strongest in the first round but rather their second-tier warriors.
If the battle continued like this, the Sanctuary and Marine factions would be utterly defeated. If the Celestial Saints alone participated in the battle against the ancient Titan, even if they won, the dominion over the land and sea would no longer belong to Athena and Poseidon.
Seeing this, Saga, who had been quietly observing, suddenly stood up. He walked directly to Athena's divine throne, placed one hand over his heart, and bowed deeply, his long black hair falling forward.
His voice was calm and firm, yet it resonated throughout the entire arena.
"My Lord Athena."
Saga raised his head, his gaze piercing through the divine light surrounding the goddess, directly meeting her eyes.
"You see, the will and power of Mortals have their limits before true divinity and ancient might. But this is not because our faith is weak; it is because the shackles remain."
He paused, then spoke clearly, word by word.
"Please release the restraints within us, remove the upper limit of power imposed by your divine power!"
"Only when the Saint's Cosmo integrates the power of the true spirit can we hope to bear the burden of fighting the ancient Titan! Otherwise, this battle is doomed to fail!"
Saga's words were like a giant rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up monstrous waves in the hearts of the Sanctuary and all the gods!
He was asking Athena to remove the true spirit shackles placed deep within the Saints' souls.
But those were the bonds that maintained the Saints' loyalty to the goddess!
This was tantamount to asking the goddess to relinquish control over the Saints and to bestow all the true spirits within the Saints upon them. For Athena, this would be a massive weakening!
Athena's pupils suddenly contracted!
Poseidon and Apollo abruptly looked at Shaka, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief!
They were all well aware of Athena's methods for controlling the Saints.
The Celestial Saints, Saints, and Marine actually had different methods of advancement.
The Celestial Saints had lived from the ancient mythical era until now, accumulating thousands of years of divine power to gain their current strength. The Marine, on the other hand, needed to rely on the power of Sea Emperor Poseidon.
The entire Sanctuary was silent; everyone's gaze was fixed on Saga and Athena... [Time-space travel countdown, 6 times!]
With another traversal, a prompt popped up before Li Yu, and he understood in his heart that the power of the Reincarnation Space sending him to this point ten years in the past was ultimately limited. At this point in time, ten years ago, he could only make six more regressions before he would return to the future and face the Pantheon directly.
In the Dragon Ball World, Li Yu discovered that after bestowing the Reincarnation Imprint upon Cell.
He could no longer condense new imprints in the same World, so in each World, he could only summon one helper.
To contend with the Pantheon, his aid must come from the strongest individuals in various Worlds, and Cell's potential had earned his approval.
Space rippled like a lake into which a stone had been thrown, and Li Yu's figure appeared silently at the edge of a ravaged battlefield.
The sight before him caused his eyebrows to twitch slightly.
Above the firmament, it was not a clear sky but a chaotic canvas torn and twisted by two terrifying forces.
On one side was an extreme, pure yellow light capable of annihilating all matter and energy, at its center was a bald figure, Saitama.
He punched, and space collapsed; he roared, and the laws wailed.
And on the other side was a deep, viscous, giant humanoid Shadow, as if the very malice of the Universe itself.
Countless Nebula were born and died beneath its feet, and countless unspeakable, blasphemous whispers permeated from within. That was the true form of the deity of this World.
It had no fixed form; its body was covered with massive holes that devoured light, projecting a will that froze the soul.
PaleFist Stance (fist aura) and the pitch-black torrent collided fiercely; each Impact made the Planet beneath their feet tremble, and continental plates groaned under the unbearable strain.
Impacts swept for thousands of miles, clouds were completely torn apart, revealing a sky as red as blood.
Below the battlefield, the human World had become a purgatory.
"Saitama, your efforts are ultimately futile. I may not be able to defeat you, but your friends, your disciples, they all must die!"
The deity's will spread like a plague, and countless lurking Dragon-level monsters poured out under insane command, launching indiscriminate extermination attacks on the remaining human cities. Once bustling streets became slaughterhouses of flesh and blood, cries and explosions rising one after another.
Before the ruins of the Hero Association headquarters, the S-Rank heroes fought valiantly, yet they were like small boats tossed in a storm.
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