Saint Seiya: Heretic Athena?

This scene was like the sounding of the final trumpet; the moment of judgment had arrived. The entire sky was stained with a golden brilliance. Golden lights fell like stars, descending from the heavens with immense light and heat.

This was a meteor shower that far surpassed the sun chariot, the fatal arrows formed from Apollo burning his own divine body. They could not be dodged, they were guaranteed to hit, and they carried a curse of plague that pointed directly to death.

But the Saint also wore a nostalgic expression. In the next instant, the golden Holy Sword in his hand vanished, and the flowing gold transformed into a magnificent longbow in his grasp. Upon the sea, he too drew the bowstring—

—and light converged into an arrow.

In the distant past, the God of Combat was seen as an 'image of gaining advantage' and was revered as 'the most heavily armed among the gods', 'the most bestowed with offensive power', 'the most bestowed with splendor'. He was imagined as a god in constant battle with enemies, demons, sorcerers, and heretics.

The second effect of the Authority was to guarantee a harvest after victory.

In the battle with the King of Swords, Seiya's harvest was the second development of the weapon that symbolized 'the most bestowed with offensive power'. It could now take a form that suited him on the battlefield as his will dictated, no longer limited to the shape of a sword.

These fleeting thoughts didn't even last the flick of a finger. As the bowstring was drawn like a full moon, a brilliant light rose from the earth, meeting the sun in the sky.

"—What?!" Apollo was astonished.

Light against light, arrow against arrow. He was clearly the god who held the relevant Authority, yet he was being enveloped by the brilliance from the ground.

"Apollo, let me teach you how to truly burn!" Seiya declared. His strong will transformed into an attack signal. A true burning, a true brilliance, burst forth from Seiya's body, and when transferred to that golden arrow, it became a terrifying power that could tear through all of creation. It easily crushed Apollo's arrows and, with unstoppable momentum, blasted towards Apollo's face.

And He, the radiant Apollo, transformed in that instant into a streak of golden light and shot straight into the sky.

It was still the Authority of Divine Speed. His speed had already reached a realm beyond the ken of gods or ghosts. But Seiya didn't even look, just repeated the motion of clenching his fist and gathering power—

—The long battle, or perhaps the curse that had briefly blinded his five senses, or perhaps the blessing upon a Saint, had finally caused the Saint's Cosmo to change.

There was no time to check what had happened. The connection from before had already locked Seiya onto Apollo. A wave of energy that covered the heavens and the earth shot into the sky. All the streams of meteoric light gathered once more, transforming into a single fist that carved a desolate arc across the heavens.

—Pegasus Comet Fist!!!

Apollo, in his form of golden light, felt the sense of crisis in his heart not diminish in the slightest, but in fact grow stronger. In the blink of an eye, He flew across Tokyo Bay, crossed the continent of Honshu, passed over the Indian Ocean, and sped over the Eastern Continent, racing across the skies of Europe.

But a giant halo of light illuminated the sky from behind him. Apollo's eyes were wide with fury. How could this be possible?!

But the reality was far crueler than he had imagined. The fist of light, also moving at divine speed, had already crossed mountains and seas to pursue him. Apollo burned his divine body for defense, but it was all in vain.

Looking at all possible futures, the path before him was utterly without hope!

Greece. Bassae. The Temple of Apollo. The faithful pilgrims paying their respects on the sacred road looked up in astonishment at the sun passing through the sky. That sun quickly fell to the earth, but the terrifying halo of light did not affect a single weak mortal. It was only when they curiously looked at the place where the sun had fallen that they saw a giant fist print branded in the center of the ruins of the gladiatorial arena.

There was no time to feel sad for Apollo's exit. The one jumping out now was the Lord of Wine, who had been winding up his attack for half the battle!!!

Only this god of madness, only He, while all the other gods were stunned, charged towards the magnificent Saint!

"I am Dionysus, the God of Frenzied War!" the wine god roared. And his Bacchanal, which he had been preparing for half the battle, the very same Bacchanal that even the King of Swords, Doni, had failed to successfully unleash, finally made its debut at the last moment!!!

"O Maenads of Bacchus—welcome the frenzied banquet! Intoxicated by the wine of the god of madness, abandoning your homes to wander in the mountains and wilds, worship us gods!"

The Bacchanal of the Wine God could create a zone where all powers, including mystery, magical power, and Authorities, would go berserk and out of control, an effect potent enough to make even the Authority holder himself run wild. Although it had long and complex conditions for use, at a critical moment, it was a trump card that guaranteed victory!

The Saint's God Robe instantly disintegrated. Even the golden bow in his hand returned to its original form. The wine god roared and pounced on this now-simple mortal. The dawn of victory was already on the horizon. But in the next second, a hand grabbed him by the neck. A Pegasus Supersonic Mega Slap hit him in the face.

"Dionysus, what have you seized now!" Seiya lifted him up with one hand. "Selfishness, arrogance, and foolishness are the root of humanity's destruction, and this principle applies equally to the gods. The first to die will be you—the God of Wine! Among the gods, only you cannot see the situation clearly. Your madness will only invite a vortex of death!"

The shadow of death had already fallen over the wine god's head. Just as in the myths, though he had the destiny to become a new king of the gods, the world he saw was a banquet where he himself was being devoured. And this new banquet seemed to presage some cruel fate. But at this moment, a magnificent roar sounded from the side. "Don't be so full of yourself, Pegasus! I am Thor, god of thunder! For the glory of the gods!" Thor roared and pounced on Seiya, grabbing his right arm.

"Such big words! Pegasus, look up and see your Star of Death shining!" the goddess of discord, Eris, reacted next, grabbing his left arm.

"Pegasus can no longer be allowed to live in this world!" At this moment, even the goddess of beauty shouted, choking him from behind.

"You're really something else, kid! Even my lotus stem is standing up!" Nezha laughed loudly, grabbing his left leg.

"I... I... For the King of Gods and for Athena!" The goddess of victory, Nike, at a loss for words, grabbed his right leg.

A scene from myth was reenacted, but the one bound by the gods was the human, Seiya. With all his limbs now completely controlled by the gods, the insidious Loki grinned treacherously, gathering all his power. At this moment, he stared intently at the opening Seiya had exposed, a cruel light flowing in his eyes.

He mimicked his posture and stance, clenching his fist and drawing back his sleeve—

This was the perfect opportunity! The moment when all the gods were affected by the Bacchanal of the wine god, when Seiya's armor had been stripped away, when gods and men were fighting in their most primitive state, slaughtering each other. And Loki had been waiting for this chance!

But he had misjudged the essence of this Saint, Seiya.

—Holy Sword Drawing!

There had never been such a formless Holy Sword in this world. It was a torrent of energy formed from a completely berserk Cosmo. It was like a magnificent pillar of light that pierced through Loki. But this unending torrent of energy did not stop there. With a powerful shake from the Saint, all the divine avatars were sent flying.

The newly freed Saint looked at the gods before him, their expressions flickering between anger and uncertainty, and raised his palm.

"—Prepare to enter hell."

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