Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Since they are already the strongest fighting force among humans, and it concerns whether humanity can rely on the Gold Saints to resist the power of the gods, everyone naturally feels nervous.

Perthward: "The Seventh Sense, also known as the Self-Awareness or Manas, is already a form of superconsciousness. The Seventh Sense is standard for Gold Saints who can unleash light-speed punches. Those who comprehend the Seventh Sense are a group between gods and mortals. In the mythological era, when there was no clear difference between gods and humans, everyone possessed this Seventh Sense. Of course—you don't need to worry, the Cosmo and these supersensory perceptions and superconsciousnesses are exclusive to humans—and the divine will here is far beyond what the gods can match (a bit of a bluff)."

"As the standard weapon of the Gold Saints—the Light Speed ​​Fist—it is renowned for its extremely high speed and destructive power. It can deliver hundreds of millions of punches in a single second, forming a powerful attack force (equivalent to 1200 million tons of TNT). Gold Saints can move and fight at the speed of light, which is 30 kilometers per second, enough to circle a planet seven and a half times per second. In an instant, they can use their fists, feet, or fingers to launch physical attacks at the speed of light, and can unleash punch pressure for long-range attacks, with an attack range reaching any corner of the Earth. If the power is not properly controlled, each Light Speed ​​Fist can shatter the planet beneath our feet. A slight burst of energy can cause space distortion and create miniature black holes."

Gulp——!!

The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard continuously.

At this moment, everyone who heard of such incredible events was filled with fear and panic.

Wait a minute, they originally thought that being able to fight against a god was already quite an achievement.

But isn't their actual strength far more exaggerated than imagined?!

So—right before them now stands a monster among monsters, capable of unleashing hundreds of millions of beams of light in an instant, blasting the planet beneath their feet into smithereens!?

At this moment, when people looked at the Gold Saints again—especially Yoruichi, who was known as the leader of the thirteen Gold Saints—the emotions in their eyes had changed.

It was awe, horror, and fear...!! They all lowered their heads, unable to look directly at the white-haired, wildly dancing, and oppressively powerful golden figure.

Under the oppressive force of that absolute authority and power, the crimson eyes of the king on the snake's head, coiled around the golden scepter, made them involuntarily lower their heads.

...The feeling of being drenched in sweat at something so great that it was beyond their comprehension, and an indescribable sense of insignificance welled up from the bottom of their hearts.

Noticing the change in these people's attitudes, Ye merely glanced at them and scoffed.

The look in that gaze seemed to convey a sense of boredom, but to people it was nothing more than a common, natural phenomenon.

Isn't it perfectly normal for the strong to have no interest in the weak?

Before this monster that could shatter a planet with a single punch, they weren't even considered weak; they were just planktonic organisms, ashes, and debris on the ground, unworthy of even being called weaklings...

Perthward: "Don't worry. This planet is protected by the gods and many other powers. Even a fist that could easily shatter the planet would have its destructive power greatly limited, reaching a level that this land can withstand. Otherwise, if humanity were to go to war with the gods, the world would be destroyed first. Of course—if the battlefield is there—the true power of the Saints can still be perfectly unleashed."

As he spoke, Perthward looked up at the starry sky outside the temple, at that vast universe!

When people in a 'precognitive dream' subconsciously follow their gaze, they naturally see the vast world of stars, and suddenly they break out in a cold sweat...

While they still had their eyes on the earth, had the battle between the true top forces of humanity and the gods already set its sights on the stars beyond the world?

A battlefield above the stars, beyond the world!

What kind of magnificent and spectacular scenery must it be?

Perthward: "Above the seventh sense, there is actually an eighth sense—also known as the storehouse consciousness or alaya consciousness. Comprehending the eighth sense allows one to escape the cycle of reincarnation and reach the other shore—a realm beyond life and death. At this point, one can be called an 'incarnation of a god.' If a warrior with the eighth sense were to be born among humanity, he would be fearless even when facing a million gods."

The goddess sighed in regret...

"To reach the Seventh Sense, the talent, perseverance, and even a bit of luck are required. The Eighth Sense is an unattainable legend... I have no great expectations for you. Even if you can gather the thirteen Gold Saints and combine them with the power of the Cloths, it will be enough to fight against the true gods. At that time, humanity will have the initial power to resist the gods."

The Eighth Sense?!

Who would have thought there was such a master? People were terrified.

Even though the goddess didn't elaborate, just hearing those words—transcending life and death, reaching the other shore, transcending reincarnation, and even fighting against a million gods alone—already felt it was incredibly exaggerated.

so--?!

They understood. People understood completely.

He diligently trained his body, and when his five senses reached their peak, he attempted to awaken his sixth sense, thereby gaining the approval of the Saint Cloth. He progressed step by step until he reached the point of awakening his seventh sense, donned the legendary Gold Cloth, and became the strongest Gold Saint to resist the gods.

Is this the goddess's mercy, bestowing upon humanity—a pass to a path of god-slaying?!

Chapter 208 How can a pope have a pure bloodline if he doesn't betray the goddess?

This is indeed a feasible approach.

"Then, may I ask, Your Majesty—how many Gold Saints are there now?" The eldest prince asked anxiously, voicing the thoughts of everyone present.

However, Persward's words plunged everyone into despair. She shook her head and said, "For now, only the Pope has reached the Seventh Sense. None of the others have even reached the Bronze level."

Although His Holiness the Pope is at the peak of the Seventh Sense and is about to touch the Eighth Sense, his power is even more extraordinary when he unleashes it.

But no one else knows that.

Is there only one gold medalist?

Even if the goddess's incarnation can now unleash god-level combat power, the human side has at most the combat power of two gods.

That's still far from enough!

A sense of urgency, a strong sense of urgency, welled up in everyone's hearts.

Even if there are people like Hagen, who are cowards who give up the struggle and retreat in fear of the terrible battlefield when they hear about such a huge difference in combat strength.

Of course, there are also truly brave people who are now anxious about the future of humanity.

They're crippled! These people have really been fooled into becoming crippled.

In reality, although the purpose of establishing the Holy Land was not truly so glorious or lofty, it was also mixed with some selfish desires.

But neither Perthward nor Night deceived these people.

They simply laid bare the truth of what the Norse gods had done.

Even if Odin found out and felt aggrieved enough to shout "slander!", he would only get a slap across the face from Night—and then be told, "What slander? Say it again!"

Odin: !!! You are slandering us gods and trying to tarnish our glorious image in the eyes of mankind!

Night and Perthward exchanged a glance and then leaned back tactically: So, what exactly did we smear you about?

Odin: You have told me everything I have done in secret!

So, is this image truly glorious? Does it even need to be smeared?

……

In short, if humanity is not strong enough to resist, knowing the truth makes no difference to them.

But when humanity truly has a chance to defy the power of the gods, no one likes having their life and freedom interfered with and arbitrarily arranged!

Who would want a more powerful being above them?

Now that the Sanctuary has been established, the methods for cultivating the five senses and the perception of the microcosm can be taught to humanity.

If Saint Seiya could truly be born, that would be wonderful.

Odin has a Valhalla—he is the creator god of mankind and the sun king—it wouldn't be a problem for him to have his own sanctuary and eighty-eight warriors.

Artemis and Persward are his, so the Sanctuary is his too! Not to mention that the whole world will be his in the future. The stronger the life force of the universe within his body, the greater the help it will provide for the improvement of Night's cosmos strength in the future.

He would certainly be happy to see humanity become stronger.

And it was only after the announcement of the selection of candidates for the Sanctuary and the succession of Persward that no one dared to object anymore.

No one expected that the two princes' struggle for the throne would be so fierce, and in the end, it was a queen, no—a goddess—who ascended the throne.

—Theocracy and monarchy coexisted.

Following this—in order to thoroughly establish the reputation of the Sanctuary, let the world know the power of the Saints, and thus inspire their longing and yearning for such power, Perthward immediately announced, before the Sanctuary was officially unveiled…

As the Pope and the only Gold Saint, Yoru will single-handedly defeat the evil dragon Fafnir and bring back wealth comparable to the entire Norse world.

This heralds the arrival of the Saint Seiya era.

After receiving this shocking news, people dispersed.

Once everyone had left, the precognitive dream ended without any further scenes.

After all, what happens next is a private matter.

Before the sacred throne, the pope, whom people considered a faithful follower of the goddess, was embracing the petite goddess, unfastening his golden armor, and gently lowering her by the waist, showing no sign of faith or casualness towards her.

Night suddenly called out, "Perthward—"

Perthward's white eyelashes trembled slightly, her azure eyes misted over, and she twisted her waist restlessly in resistance. As if remembering something, she spoke up: "Wh-what? We can't do this here."

The goddess, now blushing, began to panic. Only after everyone had left did she remember what Ye had told her earlier.

It has to be said that the goddess's exclusive adornments... that divine, noble, beautiful and holy feeling, coupled with her blushing face, made Perthward even more charming at this moment.

But there is no third person here to appreciate it.

But Ye, instead of caring about her charm, only wanted to do something else right now.

At this moment, Persward reached out his small hand to push Ye away and start talking about serious matters—but Persward's personality was such that the more forceful the other party was, the easier it was for him to give in.

Thus, her weakness was easily exploited, just like Perthward's body gradually softening now.

Night suddenly spoke up: "Last time the battle was interrupted halfway through, and I wasn't quite done yet... Let me try the goddess's power again."

Perthward: ?!

Last time? Why bring that up all of a sudden? She remembered—it was about how, after she was defeated and fell asleep midway through the battle, Woland began a massacre in the palace.

Last time she did—

Perthward felt embarrassed by this thought... Unlike the goddess Skadi, she was truly not skilled in melee combat.

If it weren't for Woland's machinations, she wouldn't have had to give up her powers and avoid hand-to-hand combat...

Persward was about to refuse, but Night didn't give him the chance, and Persward was forced to accept the challenge.

Soon—and due to the terrain, her fighting power was greatly reduced. Already lacking in strength, she was once again defeated by the holy sword wielded by this strongest savior, demon king, pope, and gold saint…

Perthward attempted to seize the disarmed Holy Sword from his opponent, but ended up losing miserably.

The empty temple was filled only with the sounds of their fierce battle. No! It was more like a one-sided crushing victory for Ye Dan.

After all, Perthward was not a real goddess, but merely an incarnation, and her power was not much stronger than Night's.

As for the outside world, no one dared to disturb the two important figures, the goddess and the pope, so naturally no one would appear at this moment to help Perthward share the firepower.

Faced with the fierce output of the Holy Sword's power, the goddess, who was constantly attacked, was quickly defeated and fell to her knees.

Just before she was about to collapse, Perthward finally managed to unleash a little more power... After absorbing a considerable amount of magic from the night... she managed to hold on for a while longer and barely maintain the goddess's majesty.

After an unknown period of continuous fighting, Perthward, who had been supporting himself on the throne with both hands, could no longer maintain his composure once the night was over. He suddenly relaxed and slumped onto the throne in a duck-like position.

They're finally gone...!

At this moment, Perthward, exhausted and drenched in sweat, was breathing heavily with a flushed face. His body was limp from exhaustion.

She suddenly remembered what he had said before leaving that night: if they were to lose the next battle, there would be punishment.

For example, he suggested she try on a nun's habit. The thought of this terrible outcome made Perthward feel incredibly hot and ashamed.