"You've got to be kidding me! You're lying to me! You're so powerful—how could you not want immortality?!"
Aton was furious, but Mo Qiong didn't care in the slightest.
This was the difference between the thoughts of gods and humans, especially the difference between gods and the Society's members.
He thought that someone as powerful as Mo Qiong ought to want to live forever.
But from Mo Qiong's perspective, that was too far removed from his goals... You let me die of old age? And that counts as killing me?
Immortality was not the goal. It was merely one possible means of achieving his ambitions.
The things Aton considered important did not seem particularly important to Mo Qiong.
He had merely lost the immortality he should have been able to obtain. But if immortality was not what Mo Qiong pursued, then what was there to suffer over?
Unless ending the containment era required immortality, it was, at most, something Mo Qiong would regret.
"Pfft!"
Aton's body began to wither like a deflating balloon, resembling a flickering candle in the wind. Its dim, fading radiance seemed ready to go out at any moment.
His time was up. The hourglass had run dry.
The state of death arrived irresistibly.
But he was unwilling to accept it. Mo Qiong actually didn't care at all about the curse he had placed on him with his final strength!
This left him unable to rest in peace. With his last remaining power, he drove the Sun Wheel into his body.
His body then burst into light, displaying one final resurgence, as though he intended to self-destruct.
"I wasn't killed by you! I killed myself!" Aton laughed wildly.
Mo Qiong mobilized the energy within the Saint Seiya, intending to protect everyone.
But Adams had an even better