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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 a 360-degree all-round way 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 madly with energy, and among the phantoms, the air was roughly cut and smashed, 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 fist shadows disappeared, his body swayed and stood on the spot.

Not being knocked into the air, nor 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.

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"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 pouted, "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? "

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"Did you hear me right, you actually asked for my opinion?"

Ai'o was very surprised. Russell always talked to himself and never handed over the initiative. Why did he change suddenly?

"Don't underestimate yourself, you can do it."

Russell said seriously: "I need you to use your popular mind to think about whether it is necessary to appear the silver holy cloth and the bronze holy cloth."

Ai'o rolled her eyes, pondered for a moment and said: "You can defeat Poseidon by yourself wearing the sun god's battle clothes, and the golden holy clothes repelled Hades. It's not good if there are silver and bronze holy clothes again. You'll be a thorn in the side of the gods, and Zeus won't help you."

"Makes sense."

Russell nodded: "In this case, I will start designing two kinds of holy clothes now, and when the gods deliver the forging materials to the door, I will start forging immediately."

"Hey, are you really listening to me?"

"Of course, you're not dumb."

Russell started to draw a sketch, and seeing Ai'e's sullen face, he comforted him with kind words: "Don't be angry, I'm not making fun of you, but I'm hesitant, and I want to use your clever little brain to eliminate wrong options."

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The more she listened, the more angry she became, Ai'e didn't bother to talk to Russell, and the water mirror screen turned to the east of the sanctuary to see the situation of other trainees.

The hope of becoming a saint fighter is too slim, and Ai'o doesn't think there will be any successful practitioners in this group of people.

Taking Perseus as an example, assuming he is a reference, or a ruler, or a threshold, the person who can be selected by the golden holy cloth must be a demigod.

Ai'o didn't say these words out of her mouth, otherwise she would be laughed at by Russell for a long time. Is it rare for me to be half-human and half-god?

Zeus: Who do you look down on?

Poseidon: Exactly!

On the east side of the sanctuary, the large army stopped slowly. Hundreds of people looked at the endless stone steps, either showing disdain or worry.

When their eyes looked at the top of the mountain, where the Sun Temple contained twelve golden holy clothes, they all turned into excitement and longing.

With the approval of the Golden Saint Cloth, one can gain the power comparable to the gods, walk the world on behalf of the sun god and the god of war Russell, and guard the peace of the earth.

No matter which one of the above, countless people flock to it.

"Get out of the way, I am a loyal believer of the Sun God, don't block me from seeing the faith!"

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There was confusion in the crowd, a few hooligans dressed in armor, probably soldiers, used spears to open a passage, and took the lead to step on the first step.

The pressure was sudden, and after a few steps, the expressions of the soldiers changed slightly, and they threw away the armor and weapons on their bodies, layer by layer, and headed for the Aries Palace at a tortoise speed.

The first person to eat crabs appeared, and the rest rushed up the first step, not to be outdone.

In an instant, people were turned on their backs, and most of them fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, without walking up the three steps.

After ten steps, the troops of hundreds of people were completely wiped out.

The wind swept through, and the stone steps were clear. The unconscious trainees were neatly arranged in three rows and placed in the open space at the entrance of the sanctuary.

In the distance, there are people rushing one after another, either in groups or at high speed, the number of people seems to exceed four digits.

Farther away, a steady stream of figures came towards the sanctuary. Some of these people were unwilling to live a mediocre life, some came here purely for pilgrimage, sincere people, good-for-nothing people, lucky people, and spectators. .

In the Temple of the Sun, Russell was scribbling sketches, making revisions from time to time.

In his plan, gold is the first tier among all saints, silver is second, and bronze is the weakest. Thousands of black iron armors will be wholesaled as miscellaneous soldiers.

Here comes the question, whether the bronze Xiaoqiang, who was split into two halves, suffered comminuted fractures all over his body, and was alive and kicking with the sticky universe, should he be given special treatment.