Saint Seiya Evil Skull

Chapter 127 Awakening

Because Alubelisi had warned General Garlon of Sea Dragon in advance, Garlon had always been resentful towards Alubelisi, but he did not want to provoke Asgard before he was sure.

Queen Hilda of Asgard doesn't pray to Odin daily. Instead, she spends her days in her castle, watching her children, watching TV and movies, and attending to official duties. After all, Hilda is now a mother of three, so she doesn't have the time to go to the cold seaside to pray. Furthermore, after Albelis left for Vanaheim, Hilda has strengthened the castle's security, with three God Warriors stationed there daily. Therefore, the sea forces have never had a chance to attack Hilda.

Therefore, the world was peaceful during this period, with no major events occurring. Of course, this peace was not conducive to the development of some ambitious individuals. For example, General Garlon, who stayed in the Temple of the Sea God, was anxiously awaiting the return of Poseidon. He was also a bold man who actually tried to control Poseidon and achieve his dream of world domination! However, since Poseidon had not yet awakened, he could only lie low.

This peaceful state of the world is certainly beneficial to the Asgard. After all, although their own strength is still developing, their top master has gone to seek death and will never return, so they still lack a lot of top-level combat power, so Hilda and others in the Asgard are also happy about it.

Even the Sanctuary Athena side got a rare chance to breathe, which allowed Athena to better integrate the various resources of the Sanctuary for her own use, and thus truly control the Sanctuary.

Continue back to Vanaheim.

After countless years of continuous absorption, Needeld's vast, unfathomable soul power was eventually devoured by Alubelisi bit by bit, leaving not a single drop behind. And as Alubelisi immersed himself in digesting this immense energy, his mysterious and highly desirable ninth sense, Amoral Consciousness, gradually solidified like a cornerstone, becoming increasingly solid.

Time slipped by quietly, no one knew how many years had passed. In this silent world, Albelisi, who had fallen into deep sleep, was like an eternal sculpture, motionless.

However, there came a moment when his eyes, which had been tightly closed for a long time, slowly opened. At first, his eyes were hazy and chaotic, as if he was lost in an endless fog, filled with endless confusion and bewilderment: "Who... am I?" "Where am I?" These questions kept circling and echoing in his mind for a long time.

As time passed, Albelisi's eyes gradually brightened, gleaming like stars in the night sky. His thoughts began to reawaken, and the fragments of his memory gradually came together like a puzzle. Slowly, slowly, every detail of what had happened resurfaced in his mind.

He remembered that he was Alberich, the one who was reborn in Asgard; he recalled how he resolutely embarked on the journey to Vanaheim in order to seek a breakthrough in strength; he could not forget the thrilling moment when he almost died and his body and soul were taken away by the evil Needlerd.

Everything appeared in front of his eyes with incredible clarity, and he couldn't help muttering to himself: "I remember it, I remember it all! I am Alubelisi, the one and only Alubelisi!" At this moment, his eyes were as firm as iron, and there was no longer any confusion in his heart.

Then, Albelisi turned his head and looked around, only to find himself still suspended in mid-air. He stretched his limbs, regained control of his body, and slowly lowered himself to the ground.

Suddenly, Alberich's heart skipped a beat, a strange feeling washing over him. He instinctively looked down at his body, his eyes widening in shock—his once familiar divine battle robe had undergone a startling transformation! It was no longer the usual pale blue, but had become unfamiliar and mysterious.

Then, Albelisi quickly cast a water mirror in front of him. As the water rippled, a clear mirror appeared before his eyes. Through the mirror, he finally saw his own appearance clearly and couldn't help but gasp: "Hmm... Hmm? Is this really still me?"

The pale blue Skull God Battle Armor had completely vanished, replaced by a brand new one radiating a dazzling silver light. This new armor was exquisitely designed, with vast wings on its back, made of a hard yet flexible material, as if it could bear endless power. The silver-white armor covering the body was even more dazzling, gleaming with an awe-inspiring light. Each plate was meticulously carved, revealing an indescribable aura of majesty.

Albelisi slowly reached behind his back and grasped the Fiery Sword that had always been with him. However, when he drew the sword again, he was surprised to find that the blade had been completely changed. The once blazing red flames were gone, replaced by a silver light as bright as the sun.

At this point, the Blazing Sword was more like a flame condensed from pure light than a flaming sword. Albelisi's heart shifted, and he thought to himself, "If that's the case, why not just stop calling it the Blazing Sword? From now on, let's call it the Sword of Light!"

At the same time, Alberich realized that this divine armor could no longer simply be called the Skull God Armor. After all, this divine armor, having undergone two major upgrades, had long surpassed the scope of ordinary divine armor. The immense power and extraordinary qualities it possessed made it worthy of the title of divine armor, a true artifact.

Albelis looked at his divine clothes carefully, and suddenly found that the Odin sapphire on his original divine clothes was gone. It was probably completely integrated with the divine clothes and became a part of the new divine clothes.

In other words, from this moment on, it would be impossible to collect all seven Odin Sapphires. As for whether the Odin Cloth could ever appear again, that was hard to say!

The biggest change in Albelisi, apart from his divine robe, is that his original red hair has disappeared and turned into silver-white, making him look much more handsome.

Why had such a startling change occurred? Filled with confusion, Albelisi focused his attention within himself, carefully sensing the mysterious and powerful fluctuations of energy. "Ouch!" he exclaimed, an indescribable shock welling up within him. Unbeknownst to him, he had somehow managed to break through to the unattainable ninth sense—the Amoral Consciousness!

Furthermore, his understanding of the laws of fate and space was now, like a revelation, becoming ever more profound. Could it be that, during his coma, the goddess of luck had quietly descended upon him, allowing him to once again enter that elusive state of enlightenment? If so, this was likely the key factor in the miraculous transformation of his divine battle robe and his hair color!

After achieving this breakthrough, Albelisi could clearly sense the life force within him surging like a mighty river, endless and boundless. It was as if the passage of time had left no trace on him. The feeling of longevity and vitality filled him with ecstasy. At least from now on, he no longer needed to worry about his limited lifespan.

Albelis's strength had greatly increased, and his confidence had surged. He even believed he possessed the skills to effortlessly defeat his more immature self. At this moment, even facing Poseidon or Hades at their peak, he had the courage to engage in a head-on confrontation, confident that he would be undefeated.

More importantly, facing the almighty God Odin in Asgard, he finally had the confidence to say no. He was obviously no match for Odin in his prime, but he might not be able to defeat Odin who was still recovering from his injuries?

For a considerable period of time, Alberich didn't rush back to Asgard. Instead, he chose to remain in Vanaheim. Having just experienced a major breakthrough, the most important thing at this moment was to calm down and carefully experience and absorb the various changes brought about by this breakthrough.

As time went by, Albelisi gradually felt the power and wonder of the new energy within him. It was like a clear spring, flowing through every corner of his body, nourishing his meridians, bones, and muscles; it was also like a blazing fire, igniting the fighting spirit and passion that had long been dormant in his heart.

However, perfectly controlling such a powerful force is no easy feat. Sometimes, Alberich's inability to precisely control this power can affect the surrounding environment.

With day after day of hard work, Albelisi's mastery of his power grew more and more proficient. He could call upon this force at will, wielding it with the swiftness of an arm. This precise control of his power also instilled in him greater confidence. He believed that when he finally returned to Asgard, he would be able to create even greater glory with this strength!