the end of the heavens

"Brother, Ai'o is a goddess, it's normal not to have a little dick, but this guy is obviously a man, why doesn't he have one?"

Facing Russell's extremely oppressive aura, Perseus remained unmoved, and had a deep obsession with his clone.

"Hey, you have failed your studies, you actually know the difference between men and women..."

Russell broke his skills in a second, and the aura he created disappeared, and he remembered that Perseus had a family. After such a long time, whether he should know or not, the princess will let him know.

"Okay, this is the end of the topic about Ai'o and Xiao Dingding. Defeat this person who wears the Leo golden holy cloth, and you can become a saint."

Russell said, rolled up Perseus and the replica, and sent them to the Lion Palace.

"Wait a moment!"

Perseus struggled with all his strength, and after being let go by Russell, he trotted away from the Temple of the Sun, returned after a while, and put the thrown silver-scale breastplate on his body.

"..."

Russell scratched his head speechlessly, the same sentence, if he didn't know that Perseus had a bad mind, he could be sure that he was the son of Zeus just by this shameless energy.

The golden light shone, and with a howl full of spirit, Perseus and the clone were thrown by Russell to the Lion Palace in the fifth house.

The duplicate body was dressed in the Leo gold holy garment, and when it landed, it bent its knees slightly, and the light breeze swept it, and it calmly let go of its strength.

Perseus couldn't do it anymore, he fell on his face to the ground, screamed and rolled around several times, and was forced to stop when he hit a solid wall.

He got up, glanced at the empty Lion Palace, and fixed his gaze on the clone.

Feather shoes, a silver scale breastplate, a bronze shield, and the divine sword 'Hepal', Perseus quickly took out his equipment, changed his silly smiling face, and faced the next battle with a dignified expression.

The copy body cherishes words like gold, or the facial features are just for decoration, without the ability to speak. He pointed his right hand at Perseus who was raising his sword to guard, and slowly spread his five fingers.

In an instant, bright golden light flickered, and countless gorgeous thin lines of light beams radiated straight from between his five fingers.

Just like fireworks blooming in the night sky in an instant, terrifying power erupted suddenly, and countless rays of light wove into a web, flashing continuously around Perseus.

Almost at the moment when the clone punched, the silver-scale breastplate on Perseus's body creaked and wailed, and every time a beam of light swept over it, a crack opened on the armor.

There was a crackling sound, and the fragments of the armor flew all over the sky, disintegrated into powder and scattered in the interweaving light beams.

Perseus didn't even manage to resist, spat out a mouthful of hot blood, and his body flew uncontrollably upside down and hit the stone wall behind him, piercing through three walls in a row, and was buried in the ruins.

Too fast to see anything.

He only felt that when the duplicate body spread its five fingers, the Lion Palace suddenly fell into darkness, a big golden hand opened in front of him, and the limbs and bones were bombarded countless times by countless lights and shadows.

……

"Tsk tsk, this little brother is a bit vulnerable!"

Russell was sitting in the Temple of the Sun watching the live broadcast. Ai'e shook her head and sighed when she heard the gloating words. With such an unscrupulous Lord God, it will be difficult for future saints to survive.

"Russell, you are too harsh. Even if you don't want Perseus to become a saint, you shouldn't beat him to death."

Ai'o tried to persuade her with good words, and she also said that she had no taboos. Perseus's simple temperament made it difficult for people to hate him.

"You misunderstood, it wasn't me who attacked, but Leo's golden holy cloth."

"The holy cloth has its own life?" Ai'o said in surprise.

"Let's count it as life. It's like a naturally born elf. The holy clothes are forged by the world. Although it's just a cold weapon, it also has its own likes and dislikes. That's why they choose their own saints."

Russell explained, "I can appoint some people to become saints, but because of incompatibility, these saints cannot exert the full power of the saint clothes..."

"For example, you are also wearing the Ophiuchus Gold Saint Cloth. If you, a parallel importer, encounter genuine products, you will only be beaten all over the place."

Aio??

The heart is so tired, but she just can't beat it, otherwise she would have sewn Russell's mouth shut.

"If the genuine Ophiuchus Saint meets Hades, can he win?"

Ai'o felt a little guilty when she thought of being imprisoned in place by Hades' wave of her hand that day, and unable to display the ability of the Ophiuchus Saint Cloth.

"do not know."

"why?"

"Because there is something called a 'miracle' in the world, which can make the impossible possible."

Russell said so, but he didn't really believe it in his heart. The reason why a miracle is a miracle is because it never existed.

Ai'o didn't know what was going on in Russell's mind, she nodded secretly and drank the bowl of chicken soup, and continued to watch Perseus being hammered.

……

boom!boom!boom! !

Countless lights and shadows flashed continuously, and Perseus flew upside down again, piercing through three walls.

Covered in blood, he stood up with his sword, and dropped the bronze shield that was damaged beyond repair.

Both pieces of armor were completely damaged, and only the feather shoes and the divine sword 'Hepal' were left on his body. The feather shoes were fast, but they couldn't avoid the light that reached the extreme speed, and the same was true for the divine sword. The other side is empty talk.

Blood trickled down his cheeks, flushing Perseus's eyes, making everything he saw bright red.

Only the copy body, the golden Leo Saint Cloth spreads out the arrogance, which makes people subconsciously think of a lion with a beard and a fury, roaring and baring its fangs.

Blood flowed from his mouth, and Perseus subconsciously licked it. Looking at the Leo Cloth opposite him, his eyes were full of longing.

want to!

Lost too much blood, everything around Perseus's ears was silent, only the sound of his beating heart.

Instead of being weak, his heartbeat was strong and powerful, and it kept accelerating, faster and faster.

Perseus had this feeling once before. When climbing the stone steps, because of his unyielding belief, he exploded his bloodline potential, broke through his own bottleneck, and took a big step forward in strength.

Perseus couldn't think of so much, he only knew that the enemy was very powerful, and it was almost impossible to conquer it, but he was really unwilling to give up after suffering so many punches.

At least punch back, otherwise the food will not be delicious.

He took a deep breath, dropped the divine sword "Hepal" in his hand to maintain balance, roared at the duplicate body, and rushed straight up with fists in both hands.

"My brother can't bear to hit me!!"

Stepping on the ground, Perseus stepped on the crack and spread out instantly. Perseus sprinted quickly, wrapped in a gust of wind, and rushed to the duplicate body with lightning-fast agility.

His eyes were wide open, and he fixed on half of the clone's face covered by the darkness. His blood-stained face was full of rage.