End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

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Why is the point of focus of the silly boy different from others?

Russell complained in his heart, and said with disdain: "It's rare to see, and Ai'o is not small..."

"Cough cough cough!"

Ai'o clenched her fists and coughed desperately, and looked at Russell with twitching corners of her eyes: "Sun God, pay attention to your words, even if it's for your own dignity, you should be more solemn and mature."

"Okay, okay, listen to the old lady, be more solemn and mature."

Russell crossed his hands under his nose, leaned forward, lowered his head slightly, and stared at Perseus with a cold gleam in his half-revealed pupils.

Darkness descended on the Hall of the Sun God, and Russell's light and shadow staggered, generally bright and half dark.

A chilling air lingered, Ai'e swallowed subconsciously, secretly thinking that it should be like this, this is the true posture of a god.

Suddenly, and a little bit faster heartbeat.

"Perseus!"

Russell's voice was deep and slow, carrying a strong sense of oppression, shocking, slowly drifting through the empty hall: "It's rare to see, and Ai'o doesn't have a dick."

Ai'o: (? Yi?)

She didn't say anything, and told herself not to be fooled. There are various reasons for her rapid heartbeat, such as anger.

"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 was deeply obsessed 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. As he talked, 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 wearing 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 smile, and faced the next battle solemnly.

The copy body cherishes words like gold, or the facial features are just for display, 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 instantly in the night sky,

Terrifying power erupted suddenly, and countless rays of light wove into a web, flashing past Perseus continuously.

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 Saint Cloth is forged by the world. Although it's just a cold weapon, it also has its own likes and dislikes, so 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.

He stood up with his sword covered in blood, 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' remained on his body. The feather shoes were very 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 so many punches.

At least you have to punch him back, otherwise you won't be able to eat well.

He took a deep breath, dropped the divine sword "Hepal" in his hand to maintain balance, roared at the clone, 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.

Ignoring the petty declaration, Perseus's momentum is remarkable.

Swish! !

The duplicate body opened its big hand, and the dense light bloomed to cover Perseus layer by layer. Every time the light beam swept across, it overflowed with terrifying energy shocks.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang————

Perseus raised his arms to protect his head, and endured the beating in all directions at 360 degrees without dead ends. This time he clearly sensed that the so-called light was actually a fist.

Because the speed is too fast, there is an illusion of being surrounded by light.

The front of the fist fell crazily with energy, and among the phantoms, the air was roughly cut and shattered, and the violent torrents criss-crossed, plowing out ravines cut by swords on the surrounding ground.

The bloodstains on Perseus's body cracked, and soon became a bloody figure.

The short moment was like a hundred years to him. After the brilliant brilliance dimmed and the shadows of the fists disappeared, his body swayed and stood on the spot.

Didn't get knocked out, didn't get knocked down!

The sky was spinning in front of his eyes, and when he saw the clone that was close at hand, he burst out with the last bit of strength, roared and punched, and hit the helmet-wearing cheek.

With one punch, the two passed by, and Perseus rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.

The clone turned around, wiped away the bloody fist marks on the holy garment, and quietly looked at Perseus who was lying on the ground.

A golden light flashed, and the holy garment disintegrated, reorganized into a golden lion, standing beside Perseus.

Perseus ridiculed that the replica without Ding Ding quickly rotted and turned into a cloud of black water, withering and melting into the cracks in the ground.

...

"Aren't you going to save him?"

Ai'o looked at Russell with a calm face in surprise. Perseus lost a lot of blood, and he might kick his legs at any time.

No, that punch exhausted Perseus' last strength, and he couldn't even kick his legs before he died.

You only saw that he lost a lot of blood, but you didn't see him dying again!

Russell curled his lips: "It's so easy for Zeus' son to want to die. He fell asleep, so I can rest for a while."

After finishing speaking, he felt something in his heart and looked towards the east of the sanctuary. Hundreds of men, women, old and young, mighty and mighty, some from rich families, or those in rags, appeared in a large army.

"How many people here can be recognized by the Saint Cloth, one or two?"

Russell rubbed his chin, couldn't help but look forward to it, thought of something, and said, "Ai'o, do you think the thirteen holy clothes are a little short? Since there are gold saints, there are silver and bronze, isn't it too much?" ?”