Chapter 67 Fighting! The Unchangeable Holy Cloth, the Fighter of the Flowing Water (Part 1)
Chapter 67 Fighting! The Unchangeable Holy Cloth and the Fighter of Flowing Water (Part 1)
When he came out of the Astrology Hill, Jia Long's expression had returned to normal.
If you compare the holy robe to your wife.
Jia Long couldn't find his own, so he used Saga's first.
Think about it this way.
Being a spare tire is not a bad thing, right?
Jia Long returned to the Grand Canyon Stone House with a thick copy of "Theogony" in his arms. He happened to meet Abrodi outside the door and was taken away by an extremely majestic bronze saint.
Abrodi's face was full of despair, like a beauty about to be thrown into the Arnold training center.
Inside the house, Milo was also fighting against several fighters from Kamui Prison.
"You want me to hand over my treasure? Impossible!"
"The head can be cut off, the blood can be shed, but the photos cannot be thrown away!"
"Even if you find ten or eight beauties for me, I won't give in. You might as well drag me to the Divine Power Prison and beat me to death!!"
Milo looked like he would rather die than surrender.
Then.
He was really dragged away by the people from Shenwei Prison.
"Even the Mighty Prison has been mobilized. It seems that the Pope is not just talking this time, he is determined to deal with us!"
From the two roommates who were tragically taken away.
Jia Long saw the Pope's determination.
He felt that it would be safer to just stick to it these days and copy the "Theogony" honestly according to the Pope's instructions.
……
In the afternoon, Jia Long attended two funerals.
One belongs to Andromeda Ooni, and the other belongs to Dark Libra King Dragon.
Andromeda Ooni died in the Lost Realm.
Wang Lung died on the road.
After returning to the Holy Land, the Pope proved his identity as an undercover agent and restored his honor as a former first-tier candidate Saint Seiya.
The person who presided over the funeral was Alex the Altarpiece who had just returned from the East.
In the drizzle, after a simple and solemn ceremony, Oni and Wang Long were buried in the Memorial Garden.
From then on, all they had to accompany them was a handful of loess and a simple stone tablet.
Not many fighters came to the sanctuary to watch the ceremony.
These two people seemed to have few friends in the sanctuary. Only Arubio and a few young fighters who were not taken away came over and presented flowers to the two to say goodbye.
For a fighter, dying in battle is a normal thing.
The mortality rate of the Bronze Saints in the Sanctuary remains high all year round. Many Bronze Saints die in battle every year, and more people come to compete for the Holy Cloths they left behind.
The unchanging holy clothes, the warrior of flowing water!
This is cruel, but it is this cruelty that makes the sanctuary so powerful.
There will never be a shortage of candidate saints here.
Because behind the sanctuary is all mankind!
This is also the reason why there are only 88 holy clothes in the sanctuary, but they can fight against the forces of all gods.
……
After returning from the Memorial Garden, Jia Long stayed in the stone house.
According to the arrangements of the Holy Domain, the students of this fighter training camp began to join the competition for the Holy Cloth in batches, first the third echelon, and then the second echelon.
Finally, the first echelon...
The competitors for this period of students are the fighters who came from the eighty-eight continents around the world.
Moreover, only the top candidate saints in each continent are qualified to appear in the holy warrior arena.
The ownership of a bronze holy garment may be played in dozens of games.
For example, in the comics, Seiya was able to win the Pegasus Saint Cloth, just by killing all the enemies along the way.
Therefore, in the past few days, powerful people have gathered in the sanctuary, which is very lively!
Just like Chinese New Year.
Even in the Grand Canyon of Nibera, there are many new faces.
Each one of them looked up at Jia Long's dilapidated stone house with a pilgrim-like expression.
And the little fighters who usually ignore them have become the objects of admiration by these outsiders.
This made Jia Long, who was accustomed to purity, very uncomfortable.
Now when he goes out to pee, there will be many people watching, and they all look up at him with awe-inspiring expressions.
It made Jia Long want to kill someone!
He was so troubled that he could not concentrate on reading.
In desperation, he had no choice but to make an appointment with Shaka, who was in the same situation, and go to the Fighter Arena to watch the game together.
Shaka is one of the few little fighters who has not been taken away.
Shion's evaluation of Shaka is that although he has little understanding, he has too many distracting thoughts.
To put it simply, the head is bald but the heart is not bald. The baldness is not thorough enough, so Shakya is ordered to give up the idea of growing hair and continue to observe the precepts and practice.
Shaka almost had her inner demon explode again.
In short, Shaka has been in a bad mood recently and desperately wants to change his mood.
So as soon as Jia Long suggested it, he immediately agreed and happily followed Jia Long to the Fighter Arena.
The Fighter Arena is crowded with people.
Jia Long and Shaka found a remote corner and sat down.
Both of them don't like to be noticed.
However, even if they deliberately kept a low profile, they still attracted countless eyes, and some outsiders frequently paid attention to the two of them.
"I can't help it, being handsome is just a worry!"
Jia Long shook his flowing blue hair and said in a distressed tone.
Shaka said calmly:
"Garen, although I can't see it, I can clearly feel it through the small universe. Your heart is obviously full of pride at this time, okay?
In addition, your mood fluctuated greatly when you tossed your hair just now, which exposed the shallowness in your heart that you want to show off."
"Are you jealous, bald guy?"
"I, Saka, am the reincarnation of Buddha, how can I be jealous of a layman like you?"
"By the way, monks can't lie, right?"
"Yes, I'm just jealous."
Cheers interrupted the conversation between the two, but it was the Pope who appeared carrying the bronze holy robe.
Jia Long followed the gazes of the others and saw Shi Ang appearing on the viewing platform in the center of the arena.
And placed next to him is the holy robe for this round of competition.
Astonishingly... the Bronze Saint Cloth of Pegasus!
The ancient Pegasus casket is shimmering with green light.
Gathered countless longing eyes.
Perhaps for Jia Long and Shaka, the Bronze Holy Clothes no longer have any allure.
But for others, this is their lifelong pursuit!
Shiang, who was on the spectator stand, also felt the excitement of the fighters in the field, and he announced loudly:
"This round of competition is for the Pegasus Bronze Saint Cloth!"
"Through the preliminary competitions held by the Goddess Church around the world, a total of 32 people have qualified as Pegasus candidates. In today's battle, the winner among them will become the Saints of the Goddess with the supreme honor!"
"Moreover, he will get the Saint Seiya certification that is the envy of all fighters in the world, which is this Pegasus Bronze Saint Cloth that has been passed down from the mythical era and has extremely powerful power!"
"Now, I announce the start of the game..."
Shi Ang's voice set off the whole audience.
Amid countless cheers, the 32 finalists appeared majestically in the arena, and then took the stage in pairs to start a duel.
The passionate fight began, and the violent collision of forces attracted bursts of cheers, and the scene was filled with excitement.
In the fighter arena, almost all the spectators were on fire.
Only Jia Long and Sha Jia were here, both of them looked calm and even felt a little boring.
"Hey, the rookies are pecking each other."
"By the way, why do we two want to watch this kind of game?"