Chapter 310 I want you to inherit the Silver Sacred Cloth of the Altar
“You probably can’t wear the Aries Sacred Cloth anymore. In order to prevent you from being killed by some unscrupulous guy because of your carelessness, then this I will give you the Holy Cloth together with me ”
Yamucha raised his finger, and a shimmering silver holy garment appeared in front of Shi Ang. Unlike other holy garments, which were ancient and heavy and had accumulated over time, this holy garment gave A breath as clean as the bright white moon.
Shi Ang has a history of being killed in a sneak attack.
Logically speaking, as the supreme commander of the Holy Realm after Athena, the Pope does not have a holy robe to protect him. It is really puzzling.
If Shi Ang could have had a holy clothing for protection back then, even the silver holy clothing would not have allowed Saga to succeed so easily.
Shi Ang recognized the origin of this holy robe at a glance, and couldn't help but blurt out: "The silver holy robe of the altar!!"
It is the holy robe of the altar, but it is not from this world. The silver holy robe on the altar is the imitation made by Yamcha on the Death Queen Island.
But even if it is an imitation, it is a genuine silver holy cloth in other worlds, and it is more powerful than the original from every angle. Yamucha added it to the pure holy cloth. There are a few little surprises, such as the white Digizoid of Time, and Thanatos' blood of god.
Its strength is not as strong as even the Golden Saint Cloth.
Looking at the altarpiece that exuded a powerful aura, Shion suddenly asked: "Will you come back wherever you are going?"
"Of course, I will come back at any time."
The Sanctuary is Yamucha's designated base, so of course he will come back.
Shi Ang looked up at the sky, and after pondering for a while, he spoke in a tone full of lamentation: "I am already a dead person and have passed away from the world. Logically speaking, I should not interfere in the affairs of the world anymore. , but I am also the Pope of the Holy Realm. "
"For more than two hundred years, I have been running the Holy Land conscientiously for fear of making the slightest mistake. It can be said that I have been walking on thin ice. Finally, I waited for the successor of the next generation of Golden Saints. However, I did not expect that I would collapse on the eve of the Holy War. "Down"
"I will continue to stay in the Holy Realm to assist Saga in being the Pope. He was helpless about what happened back then. To put it bluntly, it was also related to my dereliction of duty as the Pope. At that time, I was only surprised and did not discover the little tricks of the underworld. So much so that it almost led to a big disaster Wrong. Sure enough, he is still old.”
“As for Saga’s merits and demerits, it depends on his performance in this holy war. The goddess will decide.”
In fact, as early as ' Shi Ang was relieved when the answer to the mystery of "Er Evil Star" was revealed.
It’s not that he was mistaken, but that the entire sanctuary was misled.
Yamucha suddenly said: "Actually, there is not such a clear line between life and death."
In the world view of Dragon Ball, the boundary between life and death is too blurred. Resurrection is just a word to call out the dragon. Unless it is the end of life, there are countless ways to extend life.
Shi Ang shook his head when he heard this, and said with a hint of cryptic advice: "I know that you have more power than us, and can even rival those in heaven, but life The boundary between death and death can only be determined by God."
Yamucha shrugged noncommittally.
He did not agree with Shion's statement. The Dragon Ball world he came from had far less respect for the gods than the Saints. Regardless of Frieza's indifferent attitude towards the Kaiohs, The fact that Babidi and his team even wanted to kill the Supreme God Kaio Kami shows that as long as the strength is strong enough, humans can defeat gods and there is no need to fear them.
In addition, the rights and wrongs of human beings are judged by gods, so who will judge the rights and wrongs of gods?
For Yamcha, the gods in heaven are nothing more than a group of high-level beings with powerful power.
He did not refute Shi Ang, but there was no need to hold a debate here.
Yamucha left without taking a single cloud with him.
But not long after he left, Garen seemed to sense something, and made an excuse to Saga and left the sanctuary. "Back!"
In the blink of an eye, Yamcha returned to the world of Dragon Ball and his base in Tokiwadai City. Everything here was as it was when he left, except for himself.
He became stronger, became very powerful.
In three years, the Saint Seiya's small universe training method alone has made Yamcha's strength rise by a step.
But how powerful it is is still open to question.
So he has made new plans.
"It seems that you have gained what you want."
Chaomeng glanced at Yamucha lightly and said: "Welcome back. Well, long time no see."
Ya Mu Cha waved his hand to him and said: "There is no need to be so deliberate, it is just a moment for you."
Chaomeng nodded, and then commented: "You have changed a lot."< br>
Yamucha has indeed changed a lot, not just her age.
With the blessing of the small universe, as Yamcha grows older, his appearance becomes better and better, and even the peak of the original work cannot be compared with it. In the world of Saint Seiya, things like small universes not only increase strength, but also have certain bonuses to appearance.
Throughout the entire original story, the more powerful the Saints are, the more beautiful they are. Generally, ugly guys are weaker (Distol is an exception, after all, there is no way to assume their gender) , coupled with the mysterious temperament unique to Saint Seiya, if there is a charm value setting, Yamcha's value must be off the charts.
“Here you are!”
Yamucha waved his hand at Chaomeng, and saw a plain khaki-colored armor flying out of the void.
Although there is nothing outstanding about this armor, its hardness is stronger than the silver holy garment given to Shion, and precious Huanglong ore is added to it.
Yamucha has always been generous to those close to him.
“Good stuff!”
Chaomeng’s eyes lit up after seeing this set of armor, and he rarely showed a second expression other than facial paralysis.
Soon the holy clothes were put on Chaomeng's body. They fit perfectly, as if they were tailor-made.
The most amazing thing about the Holy Cloth is that it can be changed freely according to the body shape of the wearer. People of any size can wear it. This is actually related to the fact that the Holy Cloth is alive.
To describe it in a more modern way, the holy clothes are all equipped with artificial intelligence and have a certain degree of self-awareness.
What’s even more amazing is that after Chaomeng put on this holy garment, his body actually exuded a faint small universe.
Of course, the small universe does not belong to Mewtwo itself, but comes from this holy garment. Except for Yamcha himself, it is difficult for others to master abilities beyond their own strength.
(End of this chapter)