Saint Seiya Evil Skull

Chapter 122 Vanaheim

Now that he had convinced Hilda, Albelisi no longer hesitated. He put on his fourth-class bright star skull god robe, looked at the castle behind him, no longer lingered, opened the space channel in front of him, and walked towards the space channel in the target direction.

For safety reasons, Alubelisi didn't go directly to the coordinates Andreas Riese had given him. Instead, he positioned the space tunnel not far from them, just in case. After exiting the space tunnel, Alubelisi carefully observed his surroundings. Once he was sure there was no danger, he headed towards the coordinates Andreas Riese had given him. He remained vigilant along the way, ready to flee at any moment.

As they gradually approached the target location, Albelisi could sense a spiritual energy emanating from the air. Although it was faint, it was indeed spiritual energy. This was different from the almost Dharma Ending Age on Earth. It seemed that the coordinates given by Andreas Riese were correct.

Alubelsi continued to move forward until he came to a hidden space, which was exactly the coordinates given by Andreas Risser. Alubelsi stepped forward gently and shot a fireball forward, but the fireball went out before it flew far.

It seems like we can’t just barge in! How do we get in?

Albelisi closed his eyes, concentrating all his energy on perceiving and manipulating the mysterious laws of fate. He prayed silently, longing for a hint of destiny from this endless chaos. Every breath was filled with intense anticipation, as if the power of the entire universe were converging upon him.

Perhaps the goddess of fate truly heard the call from deep within Albelisi's heart. Just to his right, a dazzling light flashed across the dark void like lightning. So dazzling, it instantly dispelled the surrounding darkness, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn.

Arubelisi was captivated by the sudden brightness. His eyes snapped open, his gaze fixed on the flickering light. Without hesitation, he took a determined step, sprinting towards the right. As the distance gradually closed, the light grew clearer and brighter, like a guiding beacon.

When Albelisi finally reached the bright light, a strange sensation washed over him. He felt his body lighten, as if he had passed through an invisible barrier and stepped into a completely unfamiliar world. The sky was a murky gray, and the land was barren and devoid of any sign of life. A howling wind blew through, stirring up clouds of dust and sand, adding to the already gloomy scene's desolation and deathly silence.

"This... must be the legendary Vanaheim!" Alberich muttered to himself. He looked around, seeing nothing but desolation and desolation, devoid of any sign of life. Ancient ruins dotted the wilderness, telling of a past of splendor and glory, but now only shattered walls and the traces of time remained.

Albelis strode forward. He had come to Vanaheim with great difficulty, not to see the ruins. On the way, Albelis discovered many architectural ruins, which should be the remains of the Vanir Protoss. It seemed that they were not far from the center.

The further you go in, the more relics and debris you find, and the greater the density. Nothing can withstand the passage of time!

Alberisi could also discover the former prosperity of Vanaheim from the various ruins he found. It was worthy of being an existence that could compete with the Aesir. In the end, the Aesir had to fight with the other side to consume the Vanir step by step, like a frog in boiling water.

To unearth valuable artifacts within the mysterious and ancient Vanaheim, Alberich deliberately slowed his pace. He walked and stopped, pausing for a moment at every step. His hands danced, harnessing the powerful earth power to slowly clear the mountains of mud and sand from the ruins. He gazed at the cleared ground with anticipation, hoping to discover the treasures hidden within.

However, after a thorough search, Albelisi did not find many valuable items as he had hoped. Apart from some scattered weapon debris and pale corpses, there was nothing else.

The remains of the weapons looked weathered, having long lost their former luster and sharpness. Although they were broken and dull in color, when Albelisi gently touched the edges of the blades, he could still feel a chill. It was clear that even after years of erosion, these weapons were still very sharp.

"Maybe if I take these weapons back and let Hagen reforge them, they might still be useful." Albelisi thought as he carefully put the remains of the weapons into his bag.

Then, he turned his gaze to the pile of bones on the ground. Out of curiosity, Arubelisi raised his foot and gently stepped on them. With a crisp cracking sound, the bones instantly turned into powder.

Judging from this situation, these bones were either exposed for a long time and could not withstand the ruthless erosion of time and weathered; or the deceased buried here were themselves weak, and even the bones left after death were so fragile. As for the clothes they wore, they had long since decayed into dust and dissipated into nothingness.

In short, the results of Albelisi's exploration in this ruins were minimal, and there was almost nothing valuable.

"I've finally arrived at the center of Vanaheim. I hope I won't be disappointed! Those damn Aesir, they searched too thoroughly when they looted the spoils. It's been such a long time, and I haven't seen anything decent." Albeli cursed as he walked.

"You're just relying on luck to find anything good!" Just as Alubelisi was searching for the treasure, cursing and complaining about his bad luck, a ghostly voice suddenly rang out in his ears without warning. The sudden sound frightened Alubelisi so much that his whole body trembled and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

"Who is it? Get out here if you're brave enough!" Although Arubelici's heart had long been filled with fear, his legs began to tremble involuntarily, and he was ready to turn around and run away at any time, but his mouth did not show any sign of surrender, and he continued to shout loudly around.

However, the mysterious voice did not appear despite Albelisi's shouting. Instead, it continued in a sinister and terrifying tone, "Hmph, look at your weak little universe. You're obviously one of those Aesir lackeys. How dare you brazenly come to Vanaheim to plunder things? With your limited abilities, I'm afraid you'll only get what you want, but not the life to spend it!"

Hearing these words, Albelisi was instantly enraged. He could not tolerate such taunts and threats. He gritted his teeth, quickly formed seals with his hands, and muttered, "You cunning, scheming, hiding your true identity, now you'll experience my power! The Elf Demon Fist's Meteorite Fall!" Instantly, countless massive meteorites rained down from the sky, carrying blazing flames and devastating power, smashing directly into every corner within a one-kilometer radius centered on Albelisi.

"Tsk tsk! How cruel! You didn't even spare yourself, huh! No, it turns out you were hiding in another space. I was wondering why you launched a suicide attack, but this trick won't work on me, kid!" The voice continued.

Albelisi, who had long since hidden in the alternate dimension, had intended to unleash a powerful attack to draw the opponent out. However, upon emerging from the alternate dimension, he heard the opponent's words and immediately felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy! Are physical attacks ineffective?

"Your battle suit seems to be blessed by divine blood. Let me feel it carefully. Hmm, is it very mixed? It seems that there is that annoying Loki, hmm, and Poseidon? Athena? Kid, which side are you on?" The other party asked with interest.

"What do you mean by 'over there'? I'm standing in the middle, on my own side." Arubelisi said seriously.

"I suddenly have some interest in you, but based on this alone, you seem unable to leave Vanaheim!" said the voice.