Yota Makes His Move

And now, cruel reality had shown the Gold Saints that there truly was an enormous gap between humans and gods.

Athena's divine soul did not even need to act personally. Saori Kido's human vessel alone could beat all three of them flat! By that logic, wasn't their rebellion as laughable as a clown's act?

Whether Athena was justice, or strength was justice, it seemed the answer was always on the other side!

Or rather, powerful Athena was absolute justice! They were merely grotesque foils beneath her righteousness...

Aphrodite thought of many things, but Saori Kido had no such thoughts. She stroked Shiryu, who lay closest to her and had already stopped breathing, sorrow appearing on her face.

"Yota... what about them now...?"

"Don't worry. They aren't dead yet." Yota waved his hand dismissively. "Cancer's Sekishiki Meikai Ha can directly send human souls to the underworld. It can only barely bully Bronze and Silver Saints who haven't awakened the Seventh Sense."

In fact, for the previous generation's Cancer Saint, Meikai Ha had merely been a support technique used to change the battlefield. Unfortunately, this generation's Aquatic Duo was absurdly weak. Cancer in particular was weak beyond belief; aside from Meikai Ha, he had nothing else worth showing off.

Taking strength like that into a Holy War was simply a joke. What was the point of sending Underworld Saints to the underworld?

Cancer, who should have been the greatest counter to Underworld Saints, had become the constellation most countered by them in Deathmask's hands. His strength was truly abysmal.

Hearing that, Saori Kido finally let out a breath of relief and looked at Yota. "Then what should we do about Seiya and the others?"

Yota directly stretched out a hand. Black aura instantly wrapped around Deathmask, stripping the Gold Saint Cloth from