Shura Ashos, the guard of the Itiya team, did not show panic and messy like other players in the dazzling sunlight. He just closed his eyes. The tingling sensation brought by the strong sunlight could not change his judgment on the changes around him. He seemed to be addicted to his own world and was not interested in everything that was born outside.』Ω

The ball flew down from the air like lightning. Because it was extremely fast and had a strong sense of impact, even under the wrapping of the power of the small universe, the surrounding air continued to produce Ziz Mars in a fast and strong friction. When it reached the ground, a ring of flames had formed around its sphere. The football had a rapid rotation, and it also produced a strong twisting force on the ground it passed by, and its direction was constantly changing. This would be a test for the goalkeeper of Ithia.

This kind of ball has already felt that Alatya's goal is an indisputable fact for Alatya or the crowd who are calm and hold their breath on the periphery.

Shura stood straight there like a statue, letting the ball whistle through the oblique crack and running towards the tricky angle of the goal. He didn't know where the ball would score, because Saga's kick was too coquettish. The ball was spinning forward in the air, and he didn't know where the ball flew to at the moment of scoring.

"Finally, my sword!" Just as the football was approaching and he rushed to the upper left corner of the goal, Shura, who had been silent for a long time, roared.

A golden light flashed in his left hand, and the light was dazzling, and the huge sea of ​​nebula... The shadow gathered behind Shura like a like, as if the whole world was dark. In that mysterious space, there was only one person, a ball, and a beam of light. This is Shura's small world, this is Shura's home court. In a distant legend, God said that there should be light, and then there would be light in the world. At this moment, Shura said that there should be light, and the world was dim, leaving only the dazzling golden light; he did not open his eyes, but just raised his left arm. At that moment, this sacred light, the bright nebula, was not inferior to the glorious sun above the nine heavens, and the football with flames seemed to be forbidden. The flames were gone, and the rotation was gone, but just stopped at the corner of the door.

Shura raised his left arm and shook it down fiercely. The beam of light also jumped, from bits to bits and turns to brightening, and finally gradually faded until it disappeared. At that moment, the world seemed to have returned to normal again, just as if nothing had happened just now, the sun shone brightly, and the shouting was still the same. The football flew out of the border against the upper layer of the goal, and the lower edge of the upper left corner of the goal was cut off for a section, so that the upper left corner was slightly lower than a few inches.

The ball did not go in.

"What did I see?!" said the exaggerated face of the Chief of Staff Osama on the high platform.

"At that moment, I seemed to see a golden light, right? His Majesty the Pope," said the chief priest Alex on the other side, turning his head to look at the most powerful man in the world, asking.

"It's so wonderful, full of talents, and the blessing of the holy realm." The pope was silent for a moment before he said barely, his voice was a little hoarse and low, and only his bright eyes with hot light were exposed under the mask of the white painted strip. His heart was not as calm as he appeared. Due to the profound realm and the depth of his cultivation, he saw some details that the chief priest and chief of staff could not capture. He clearly saw the dazzling nebula and the nine-star star line above. He saw that Shura's left hand produced a golden light blade at that moment. He was both strange and familiar. What was familiar was the beam of golden light. What was strange was the people who inspired the light blade, and another group of new people changed to old people.

The fate of gold (Golden Saints) in the holy realm may not take long before the shackles will be broken. At this moment, the feelings in the pope's heart are rich and colorful, including the excitement of the newcomer's breakthrough, the indulgence of commemorating the past, and the sigh of sighing at the passage of time and the years that urge people to grow old.

A person, the entire holy land, once glorious, genius gathered, and later post-war reconstruction and destruction, who would know that at that moment, when the young man, who had been baptized by the war and sat on the throne of the pope on the top of the world, was joy or sadness; he watched his comrades wither one by one, but what he left was the empty holy land, perhaps just for the goddess' promise, perhaps for his original oath, or for the friendship between his comrades. He did not want those who interpret the meaning of life with their lives to be destroyed again, and he decided that he would stick to it. Forever warriors, forever, forever.

In this way, he persisted hard here, and this guard has been for two hundred years. The Pope's responsibility and post-war reconstruction were like a mountain, all pressing on him, whether it was physically or spiritually. This pressure was for those two centuries. He staggered through countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, through every corner of the holy land, and through every place in the world. Seeing the huge holy land gradually getting angry, he saw that bounty of familiarity at this moment.

The golden color completely aroused the indescribable ripples in his heart. Perhaps at this moment, he would be much more lucky, at least than the old man who was a comrade-in-arms who were both miserable people, who were much happier. After this war, only these two golden flowers (golden, indicating the Golden Saint Seiya), were left withered after the war, and were also severely separated by fate. One was in the west, becoming the emperor of the holy realm, the master of all things, and the other was in the east, under the cliff of the Gods, and the lonely old man.

On the court, the game continued, Noesis handed the ball to the Itiya team. The whistle sounded, the battle began again, Shura kicked out, and the horn of the Itiya counterattack had been blown.

On the backcourt line, Dismusk suppressed his shock. To be honest, he just saw the world as if it was dark and bright in a moment, and it seemed that it was not born, and then the ball did not enter.

Shura was too fast at that time, and there were many people who didn't see clearly, and it was not just Dismusk. Saga had the same solemn look. Then after landing, he rushed towards Aiolos who were dribbling the ball. Since the two forwards of the Itiya team had just barely landed, they were directly knocked down by the strong sunlight and had not yet stood up, so Shura had to kick the ball to Aiolos.

Seeing that Saga had come, Fernando rushed towards him directly. He wanted to block Saga, at least not let him cause any trouble to Aiolos.

Facing Fernando's "fangs sprint", this was a rapid attack of the thunder attack in the Paladin. Saga didn't want to bump into him. The soccer ball turned into a rugby. He raised his hands and maintained a ball holding position in front of his chest. The palm of his hand contained bits of black dots, some bright and some dim, just like the starry sky under the night sky. His arms trembled. It seemed that it was very laborious to maintain this way, but for a moment, there was an intermittent space twist in the middle of his hands.

Fernando looked at the twisted space and his eyes kept jumping. He knew that it was a distortion of time and space caused by the compression of space with a powerful small universe. Everyone understood the truth, but no one could have done this. At least in the past two hundred years, no one could have done it except the high pope. Even his elder brother Antonio, who was at its peak, could not do it. Unexpectedly, the person in front of him could do this. For a moment, he was afraid. He didn't know whether the power that could distort time and space would break him up. But even if he could not continue the honor of the knight and the glory of the Templar, he could not fall into depravity. Drawing out the sword and moving forward bravely was his yearning, and that was his lifelong pursuit.

Saga saw Fernando's eyes clearly, and he knew that the boy did not retreat, and a difficult smile on the corner of his mouth was a silent praise. When Fernando was about to reach his sight, Saga suddenly opened his arms. Fernando disappeared in front of Saga, as if it had disappeared out of thin air. The space in front of Saga opened his arms was like a slight fluctuation in the calm lake. He forced his time and space to open a door to space, then turned his head and looked at Aiolos who had just passed by him. His mouth was twitching with a bad smile. This was an expression that Saga had never had before. Perhaps it was the load brought by this distorted power of space.

Saga waved his right hand suddenly at Eoros's back, and there was a mirror-waving lake pattern not far behind Eoros. Fernando, who had just disappeared, suddenly appeared again, but his sprinting goal changed.

Sa Jia was gasping for breath, looking at his masterpiece. The one hand just now wasted a lot of his energy, but for the sake of victory, he did not hesitate.

Aiolos didn't expect this. Although he was already very alert to Saga, especially when he passed by Saga just now, no one expected that his teammates were attacking him. He took the time to pass the ball hard and passed the ball out the moment Fernando was approaching, but unfortunately he was full of sprinting with Fernando's fangs with all his strength.

But at least the ball passed, and the two forwards of the Itiya team finally played their role. Since Saga's old power had just left and the new power was not enough, they interspered and dribbled the ball and sprinted.

Dismusk hurried forward to repair the defense, and raised his hand and the blue light was shining brightly, and the corpse was accumulated! Unexpectedly, Yalubio on the opposite side actually carried a chain with him. Isn't this illegal? Looking at the chains wrapped around his arms, Dismusk couldn't help but think.

In this way, the man who dribbled the ball like a wind grabbed the instant fighter plane and flew past Dismusk, but petals fell in front of him, which was Abrody's block.

Kiruti, this man has a strong body and agile figure at a young age. He did not fall at all. He just had a strong flame all over his body, and he carried the ball, and the wind and fire came, and the falling petals were on his body, burning.

"Come on, burn like a phoenix, flame football"

He shot!
Chapter completed!