Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit of a trap.

Once they occupy the Star Palace and become the rulers of the Lost Realm, they can quickly amass a vast amount of resources and warriors, causing their power to expand rapidly!

"But that's not what I'm most worried about. What I'm most worried about is why these Dark Saints dare to occupy the Star Palace and challenge the Sanctuary head-on."

They're just a bunch of fallen fighters; who's backing them up?

"I suspect that there are people from the Underworld behind the Dark Saints. Before the formal confrontation, we must find out the Dark Saints' background."

Albio frowned and said, "Previously, I sent Andromeda Oni to meet with Phoenix Giluti to obtain intelligence."

As agreed, Oni should have been waiting for us at this port when we arrived in the Lost Realm, but he didn't show up.

"Something may have happened to Oni."

"Therefore, I need to send a three-person team to find Oni. If they can't find him, this team will replace Oni and find a way to make contact with Phoenix Giluti!"

After speaking, Albiot looked at the young fighters and began to select suitable candidates.

After all, this mission is dangerous, requiring infiltration behind enemy lines, and also requires playing the role of a dark warrior, necessitating a fierce demeanor to facilitate the operation.

"We need someone with a fierce appearance... Shura!"

"What?!"

Shura was somewhat dumbfounded. If Albiot hadn't said the previous sentence, he would have been very willing to accept this dangerous mission, but now he found it hard to accept.

"Teacher Albio, how can someone with my righteous and heroic face pretend to be a vicious and ruthless Dark Saint?"

"If you tone it down a bit, that'll be enough."

Albio casually waved his hand, stopping Shura's explanation, and then called out by name:

"Desmus!"

"I'm not going!"

Deathmask shook his head repeatedly. The moment he stepped into the Lost Realm, he was overwhelmed by his childhood trauma. His face lost all trace of his wicked and arrogant demeanor, revealing his cowardly and ghost-fearing nature.

"If you don't go, I'll leave someone alone in the Lost Realm!"

"I... I'll go, okay?"

Dejected, Deathmask chose to compromise.

"the last one……"

Albio's gaze swept across the faces of the remaining young fighters one by one.

Jia Long smiled slightly upon seeing this.

He is quite confident in his looks and demeanor.

Compared to his previous life's average-looking, pale-faced appearance, in this life he is incredibly handsome and dashing, completely devoid of any hint of ferocity.

Yarubio wouldn't choose him no matter who he was.

"Garon!!"

"what?"

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Chapter 42 Psychic Communication! Cancer Gets Tricked Again

"why me?"

"I feel at ease having you lead the team because you are both quick-witted and capable."

"Uh~"

Arubio's reasoning made it impossible for Jaron to refuse.

"Remember, you only have one day. After one day, the seal on the Star Demon Palace will be completely broken. At that time, regardless of whether you succeed or not..."

We will all go to the Star Palace to fight the Dark Saints.

"Don't worry, we will do our best to complete the mission!"

With Albio's entrustment, Jalong, Shura, and Deathmask embarked on their journey.

……

The Lost Realm is a continent with dozens of kingdoms, and Lost County is located at its center.

Lost County, which was originally called the Holy Empire at its peak, is where the famous Julius Caesar was born.

Later, with the emergence of the Star Palace, the undead from across the continent gathered in the Holy Empire.

Thus, the Holy Empire ceased to be holy, becoming a lost kingdom forgotten by the gods, now known worldwide as the land of the dead.

As they approached Lost County, the haze in the sky grew thicker, and the number of the dead increased.

at this time.

On a towering building on the border of Lost County,

With his black cloak billowing in the wind, Jalon, clad in dark twin armor, stood on the rooftop with his arms crossed, looking down at the eerie city before him.

Behind him stood Shura and Deathmask, both clad in dark phoenix armor.

The three of them had been searching for Andromeda Oni all the way, but even when they arrived at the border of Lost County, they could not sense the aura of his cosmos.

It's important to understand that communication between fighters relies on the connection of their cosmos. If they can't sense each other's cosmos, searching with the naked eye alone won't work across this vast continent and among its billions of inhabitants.

When will Jia Long and his men be able to find the whereabouts of this big, dark-skinned man?

Encountering difficulties on his first mission, Jia Long was somewhat frustrated.

What annoyed him even more was his two eccentric teammates, Shura and Deathmask, who not only couldn't help at all but also caused more trouble.

Such as this time.

"Desmus, are you scared?"

"Shura, I... I'm not afraid..."

"If you're not afraid, why are you leaning against my back?"

"You look fierce, but you can ward off evil spirits!"

"Desmus, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Just as Shura and Deathmask were locked in a tug-of-war, Jialong finally snapped.

"You two idiots, shut up! Instead of wasting time talking nonsense, think about how to complete the mission!"

"I want to help too, but that coward Deathmask keeps sticking to me. How can I concentrate on my work?"

Shura's face was full of complaints.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Dismuskete lowered his head and remained silent.

Jia Long, however, had no intention of letting him go.

"Desmus, I just don't understand why you're afraid of ghosts?"

"You don't understand, ghosts are terrifying. In the Lost Realm, there's a kind of ghost called the Flying Head Ghost, whose head can fly up and float around..."

"He can head the ball high, can't you play football?"

"There's an even scarier kind of ghost called the knocking ghost, which will knock on your door every midnight..."

"He might knock on the door, but you wouldn't kick it down?"

"The scariest one is a ghost wearing red dancing shoes; she'll dance and dance under your bed in the middle of the night..."

"Then you should dance with her. Don't you know how to do square dancing?"

"I jumped, and even jumped with her all night. When I was so exhausted that I couldn't move anymore, I discovered that she was actually a fat woman in her fifties."

Then, taking advantage of my inability to resist, she crawled into my bed...

"Uh, that's really scary."

Jia Long looked at Deathmask with some sympathy. No wonder this guy always looked pale and lacked masculinity. It was all the fault of the Red Shoes Granny.

"But you are now a warrior of the six senses, capable of destroying the undead with a wave of your hand. Why are you still afraid of low-level undead like ghosts?"

"I've had a psychic ability since I was a child, and it hasn't changed. I can kill the dead, but as soon as I come into contact with them, their memories flood my mind like crazy. That feeling is worse than death..."

Dismus looked pained.

Jia Long's eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed in delight:

"So, you can read the memories of the dead?"

"What do you mean?"

Seeing Jia Long's meaningful expression, Dismusk suddenly had a bad feeling.

After all, this wasn't the first time he'd been tricked by the other party.

Just as Deathmask was becoming wary, Jalon pointed to the shadowy haze in the sky and suggested hopefully:

“These spirits are always looking down on the earth from the sky. Go up and read their memories, and perhaps we can find Oni’s whereabouts.”

"What?!"

Dismusk looked terrified:

"There are no fewer than a billion dead spirits gathered in the gloom; I'll die if I go up there!"

"Teacher Albiot said, 'A fighter doesn't die so easily, does he?'"

Jia Long smiled slightly: "So, are you going up by yourself, or should we help you up?"

"Galon, are you trying to scam me again? You liar! I knew you were up to no good, I'd rather die than go! I absolutely won't let you trick me again!!!"

"Then it's not up to you, Shura, make your move!"

"okay!"

"Ah~~"

……

Deathmask was thrown into the shadows, and when he landed, his eyes were bulging with terror, his face was contorted, and his body was stiff. He had been possessed by countless spirits.