Chapter 347 - 175: Dohko’s Resolution, The Misopetha-Menos! (Part 1)

Chapter 347: Chapter 175: Dohko’s Resolution, The Misopetha-Menos! (Part 1)

Finally, the five remaining former Gold Saints arrived at the seventh temple of the Zodiac, the Libra Temple!

The temple doors were wide open. There was no torrential storm of attacks as imagined, only a silent, deathly stillness!

In the center of the temple stood a short, small figure.

He hunched his back, his aged body emitting a faint Cosmo that carried the heavy weight of the vicissitudes of time.

He wore simple cloth garments, his hair and beard completely white. His old face was so deeply lined with the traces of time that his original features could no longer be discerned.

The old man simply stood there quietly, yet no one dared to underestimate him. This was because this elder was none other than Libra Dohko—their comrade-in-arms who had fought alongside them 243 years ago, protected the Sanctuary, and participated in the last tragic Holy War!

Being able to span two Holy Wars and live until now was, in itself, a proof of strength!

"Sisyphus, Kardia, El Cid, Degel, Albafica..."

Dohko spoke slowly, his voice deep as he read out the names of his former comrades one by one.

A complex light flickered in his cloudy old eyes—nostalgia, sorrow, and anger, which ultimately forged into iron-clad resolution.

"Two hundred and forty-three years... I never expected that the day we meet again would be on the battlefield. I will ask you one more time: are you... truly going to raise your blades against the Goddess?"

He struck his walking stick heavily against the ground, causing the earth to tremble violently.

Looking at the aged Dohko before them, who was now emitting a powerful killing intent, Sisyphus and the others felt a complex mix of emotions.

In the Holy War 243 years ago, only Dohko and Shion had survived.

One of them became the Pope, guiding the new generation of Saints, while the other remained at the Five Old Peaks, guarding the tower that sealed the 108 Specters of Hades’ army.

The two endured great humiliation and heavy burdens, all to preserve the vital spark for the Sanctuary.

Now, their once dashing and heroic comrade had grown exceedingly old.

Meanwhile, they had returned to the living world through the power of the King of the Underworld, becoming enemies of the Goddess.

"Dohko..."

Sisyphus took a step forward. His voice carried a trace of bitterness, yet his gaze remained unwavering.

"Hades has granted us twenty-four hours of life. Our mission is to bring back Athena’s head. Our past friendship... can only be set aside for now. Step aside! We do not wish to raise our hands against you!"

"Moreover, in your current state, you are no match for us!"

"Set it aside? No match?"

A sharp light flashed in Dohko’s eyes, and his white hair fluttered without wind.

"Where is Shion? Shouldn’t he be with you? Has he forgotten who granted him the position of Pope? Who was it that silently guarded the human realm for 243 years? What happened to his pride and perseverance, that he would betray Athena for a fleeting lifespan!"

"Today, I will experience the power of my former comrades for myself!"

"Back then, I received the divine blood bestowed by the Goddess to stand guard over the 108 Stars of the Underworld. To me, these 243 years were nothing but 243 days!"

"Roar!"

An azure dragon slowly rose behind Dohko, letting out a furious roar!

Dohko’s Cosmo, like a volcano suppressed for centuries, instantly reignited!

Golden light shot into the sky as Dohko’s hunched, small body straightened up within the radiance.

The shriveled muscles beneath his cloth garments expanded at a visible rate. His wrinkled skin became smooth and taut, and his snow-white hair turned black inch by inch. His aged face rapidly restored into that of a resolute man in his absolute prime!

The technique of suspended animation—Misopetha-Menos—was released!

The vitality accumulated over 243 years poured back like a reversing river!

Dohko’s Cosmo expanded rapidly at an unbelievable speed: Seventh Sense, peak of the Seventh Sense, Eighth Sense, peak of the Eighth Sense!

"Where is Shion!"

The rejuvenated, dashing Dohko demanded sternly. His powerful Cosmo formed a tangible oppressive might. Sensing the call of his Cosmo, the Libra Gold Cloth disassembled itself, appeared around him, and combined, completing his equip in an instant!

The Libra Cloth shone dazzlingly, emitting a peak power that was second to no other Gold Saint!

"He will arrive shortly!"

"But until then, I am your opponent!"

El Cid had not expected that Dohko, the weakest among them back then, had quietly surpassed everyone else. He replied in a deep voice, the Holy Sword Excalibur in his hand revealing its sharp edge!

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