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Chapter 109 The Seventh Sense, Emperor Engine
"Hercules, do you think he can do it?"

Achilles was skeptical about Napoleon's success, but was curious about Hercules' implicit support for him.

In his opinion, Hercules, who became a god by fate, should hate this behavior of attempting to disobey the gods. However, Hercules seemed to support the other party.

The four of them were now sitting on the steps outside the Palace of the Stars, and the same question that Achilles had was shared by Peleus and Ajax, and all three of them stared at Hercules, waiting to hear his answer.

Hercules did not answer the question directly, but asked the three people a question in return.

"Are you satisfied with your life and the arrangement of your destiny?"

This is a question worth thinking about, but apparently the three tough guys don't intend to think about it.

"I think it's okay. All I wanted was to become a famous hero. Even though I died early, I did it."

"Me too. I'm just upset about the suicide at the end, but that was my own choice. It has nothing to do with fate, right?"

"Except for the fact that these two fools died too early, I really have no regrets. I am a brother to you, Hercules, married to the goddess Thetis, and have a son who is a hero. If I still have regrets in a life like this, then the goddess of fate would have to hang me on a tree and scold me!"

The three of them laughed and said that they didn't care about fate. They all believed that they had benefited enough from fate's arrangement and felt that the goddess of fate was a good goddess.

Hercules felt the opposite about his fate. Indeed, in the eyes of others, to hold up the divine fire as a mortal and to become a god was an incredibly glorious and great destiny. But, what was the price?

Everyone knew that he underwent the twelve trials to atone for his wife and son, whom he had accidentally killed. How could a warrior like him accidentally kill his wife and son? This was all fate!
He would rather not have the fate of becoming a god!
If Napoleon could really break free from the fate arranged for him by the gods and write his own life, he would never stop. He would definitely embark on the path of rebelling against the gods. Such a person is worth following.

Since the sufferings he had gone through in the past were called tempering, then he would repay these temperings one by one!

New things have appeared in the sanctuary, which will inevitably escape the eyes and ears of Chiron.

From the moment Ajax was thrown out by Hercules, they had been noticed by Chiron, who had been hiding in the dense bushes, spying on the four people and eavesdropping on their conversation.

The more he listened to this, the more confused he became. He didn't know why Napoleon had to spend so much blood to summon these four people?
And where did Napoleon get the medium to summon the four of them? Did he go robbing graves?
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the Star Palace, letting Chiron know that Napoleon had done something wrong.

He rushed out of the bushes to enter the Etoile Palace to take Napoleon out, but the four men standing on the steps stopped him.

"Hercules, your current strength cannot stop me."

"We know, teacher. Please let him try and let me see if there is any hope."

"Hercules, you..."

Napoleon's strategy was successful. The only two people in the world who could stop Chiron by force were Minos and Yachir. He couldn't invite them. However, he successfully used his affection to keep Chiron out, allowing him to do what he wanted in the Palace of Stars.

After Hercules and the others left the Palace of Stars, Napoleon staggered towards the Starry Sky Hall.

Because he had to maintain the energy supply of Hercules and the other three, his body was almost drained. The Golden Armor was trying its best to keep his small universe from collapsing and protect his life.

But it could only maintain his life. The golden armor was incapable of doing more. When the power inherited from generations was exhausted, the golden armor could not save him because it had no power.

In Napoleon's mind, there were wailing sounds from the Golden Cloth, as if he, the Taurus Saint, would become the shortest-lived Saint in history, and die from his own actions rather than from fighting.

"Don't worry. There's no way I'm going to die here. My great cause is still waiting for me."

Napoleon's comfort did not work. The Golden Armor's sense was very accurate. It could feel that Napoleon's life was like a candle in the wind.

"Boy, you have a good eye for collecting the holy clothes. Where are my horns?"

As soon as Napoleon entered the Starry Hall, Taurus couldn't wait to jump out. Without the holy clothes as a carrier, it would have to stay in this Starry Hall forever. Fortunately, it had a good relationship with others and had persuaded enough star spirits to lend their power to repair the holy clothes. Now it just had to wait for Napoleon.

"Take out my horn, quick!"

Napoleon had no horns, but having no bargaining chips doesn’t mean there’s no way to negotiate, as long as the other party doesn’t know about it.

"Let's talk about the terms first, Taurus."

"Conditions? You're negotiating conditions with me. If I hadn't saved you last night, you would have been beaten to death by Minos. How dare you negotiate conditions with me?"

Taurus was furious, his whole body turned red and hot air came out of his nostrils.

"You saved me last night, and I helped you collect your body. We are even now. We need to negotiate terms for the next matter."

"Ha, ha, ha, you are such a consumptive person now, and you are about to die, but you still want to do business. You are too greedy."

Napoleon relaxed and an ugly smile appeared at the corners of his cracked mouth.

As he expected, the Spirit of the Stars had no control over the incomplete holy garment, even though that incompleteness was insignificant.

"My conditions are very simple. After you repair the holy garment, you must completely submit to me."

Napoleon's conditions shocked all the star spirits. It was the first time that the Saint Seiya negotiated with them, and the conditions were so generous. This man was not afraid of death.

But Taurus's answer was even more shocking.

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say. I'll do whatever you say. Repair it quickly!"

Is this still the unruly Taurus?

Of course it was him. As long as the holy garments were repaired, would he need to ask Napoleon for his opinion on what to do? Don't even think about it!

Napoleon had known this would happen, after all, he was the embodiment of scum like Zeus, and no moral expectations could be placed on him.

"It's a pity that I don't have horns."

"Haha, hahahahaha..." Napoleon couldn't hold back his laughter and laughed out loud, laughing so hard that he fell backwards with joy.

"What did you say!"

"I said, I don't have horns, you can't repair the holy garment."

"Then go and find it back! Without the horns, the holy garment will be incomplete, and something terrible will happen!"

"Something happened? What happened? The holy garment is safely on my body, and I already know all its functions. What do you think could happen?"

Napoleon's mocking look made Taurus realize that he was fooled and he was not here to repair the holy garment at all.

Taurus carefully took two steps back and kept a safe distance from Napoleon. Although he now looked like a miserable consumptive patient, it was always better to be cautious.

"Since you are not here to repair the holy garment, then what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to kill you."

Short words reveal the most direct purpose.

There was silence in the hall, and then it suddenly became extremely noisy, and all the star spirits were laughing at Napoleon's arrogance.

Taurus was also stunned and sneered, "Mortals, you don't know the height of heaven and the depth of earth. Let me teach you what is reality!"

Taurus charged and pushed Napoleon against the wall. This hall was made of the power of the stars and had a strong bearing capacity. Even Taurus's horns could not penetrate it.

What Chiron and the others outside heard was the sound of Napoleon hitting the wall.

Although the wall and the golden armor could not be penetrated, Napoleon could not get down from the wall because he could not push Taurus away.

"You overestimated boy, let me send you off!"

"Giant Horn!"

Taurus used his horns to release an attack method unique to the Taurus Saint. The huge shock wave still made Napoleon spit blood after passing through the obstruction of the holy cloth.

The injury could not be light if it could make Napoleon, who was now like a mummy, vomit blood.

Napoleon held Taurus's horns in his hands. Although he was spitting out his remaining blood, his eyes were still bright and his will was still unshakable.

"Come on, Taurus!"

"Big Horn!"*2
Napoleon and Taurus used the huge horn at the same time, but Napoleon's move was instantly defeated by Taurus. This time he began to bleed from all seven orifices, not just vomiting blood.

“Hahahahahaha… come again!”

Both sides used the same moves again, and Taurus won again. Napoleon's body was covered with dense cracks. If it happened again, his body would be shattered.

Even though he was so badly injured, Napoleon's eyes were still bright, as if there were flames burning in his eyes.

There really was a flame burning; it was his soul burning.

The burning fire of the soul is providing Napoleon with endless power.

Another collision of powers, this time, the two were evenly matched.

"How is it possible? How could you…"

"Why am I getting stronger? Because I have no way out!"

"Big Horn!"*2
This time Napoleon had the upper hand and Taurus was forced back by him. This small step allowed him to stand on the ground again, and it was also the beginning of Taurus' defeat.

With each collision of forces, Napoleon's power grew stronger and stronger, and Taurus was forced back step by step until its butt hit the wall.

"Are you surprised? Why am I not dead yet?"

Napoleon can no longer be called a mummy because he doesn't even have that layer of skin anymore. He is just a skeleton, a wind-dried one at that.

But he is still alive!

Taurus was now too frightened to speak, and naturally could not ask any questions, but it did not matter, the kind-hearted Napoleon would explain it to him.

"Willpower is the only asset that mortals have in fighting against gods. What doesn't kill me will only make me stronger."

"You deserve to die now."

"Emperor Engine, start!"

Napoleon's stopped heart began to beat again, driven by his strong willpower and the seventh sense he found between life and death.

The sound of the beating heart was so loud, so loud that even the golden armor was changing for him.

With every beat of his heart, Napoleon punched, and in this grand sound, Taurus was completely killed.

The Starry Hall was silent, save for the sound of Napoleon's flesh and blood regrowth, and a question.

"Anyone who wants to avenge Taurus, step forward!"

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