Saint Seiya Arrives at Super Seminary

"Hmph, as long as you can tell me how to become stronger, I will definitely be able to defeat you. Sejuani clenched her fists and swore an oath.

"Hehe, it's good if you're happy!" Shen Lang turned his head after speaking, and saw the barbarian king and other barbarian warriors looking at him.

"Let's go, look at the rest of the furs, don't you need food?" Shen Lang shook the key in his hand and said.

"Yes, yes, let's see, let's see. The barbarian king hurriedly said.

Strength is important, but now food is more important, and he hurriedly turned his head and walked towards the outside of the cave.

"Wait!"

..."

Several people turned their heads to look at Shen Lang suspiciously.

"I'll take these furs first!" Shen Lang explained.

Then he opened his hands, and when the golden light flickered, the air in front of him fluctuated, and a one-meter-diameter hole appeared, through which he could see piles of metal of various colors constantly flashing.

Then, as if there were countless invisible arms, all the furs in the cave flew up on their own, flying into the hollow.

When the last piece of fur flew in, the void closed and vanished.

"Fur, our furs

!" "Gone, all gone!"

"...""Divine

Envoy?" The Barbarian King looked at Shen Lang cautiously.

"Everything has already been put away by me, when it's time to change food, take it out again, let's go, take the rest of the fur, and change it for food!" Shen Lang said, leading the way out.

"Oh oh!" The barbarian king nodded again and again, and the few old, weak, sick and disabled warriors were even more grinding, following behind, only a blue-haired boy as bloated as a penguin, closely following behind the barbarian king, with a pair of blue-green eyes, staring closely at Shen Lang in front.

"How did you do that, where did you get all those furs?" asked Sejuani, who followed Shen Lang closely.

The barbarian king, the blue-haired boy, heard Sejuani's question, and immediately quickened his pace and pricked up his ears.

"It's a way to use spatial energy, and you can do it when you learn what I'm capable of!"

"What is spatial energy, and when will you teach me this power?"

"I can't tell you now, the power I use is called the small universe, this power is too violent, mortals can't control it, you must have a god to protect the soul, and the holy clothes to protect the body, in order to practice this power, I can give you the holy clothes, the protection of the gods, do you have it?" Shen Lang turned his head to look at Sejuani.

"Are the gods the angels that you southerners believe in?" the barbarian king asked as he stepped forward and asked, his big face full of confusion.

The barbarian does not believe in gods, only worships the souls of his ancestors, and if he abandons his belief in his ancestors for the sake of power, this is unacceptable to him, and he is still a god believed in by his rival southerners.

Not only the barbarian king Taidamir, but also Sejuani, who has been clamoring to become stronger, is also entangled in her heart at this time.

On the one hand, there is a strong force of desire, and on the other hand, there is a firm belief in the depths of their souls, and they are at a loss for what to decide.

On the contrary, it was a young man with blue hair, and after a flash of hesitation in his eyes, he immediately became firm.

"Hmm, what's your name?" Shen Lang turned his head curiously to look at the young man.

At this time, he also noticed the difference between this teenager.

Although these warriors were old, weak, sick and disabled, they were only relative to the strong barbarians, and their physique was not thin compared to the southerners.

Although his clothes were not as cool as those of Tydamir and Sejuani, they were not very warm, only this boy, whose fur wrapped him tightly, like a penguin who had always been fat.

The face was also tightly covered, revealing only a pair of turquoise eyes, and under the thick fur hat, clumps of cyan hair were exposed.

If you look closely, the skin around the eye sockets is fair and smooth, which is very different from the rough appearance of other barbarians, and more like people from the south.

"Ka Miao!" the teenager in the voice change period sounded.

"Ka Miao, the noble son of the Ice Plain, Ka Miao?" Shen Lang looked at the young man in front of him and muttered quietly.

As soon as he was about to spread the small universe in Fryerjord, a card appeared in front of him, could this be the will of heaven?

Although Shen Lang's voice was very small, everyone else paid attention to his every move, and naturally heard this sentence clearly.

Everyone looked at Ka Miao with different eyes.

"To learn my power, you need the gods to protect the soul, that is, you need to change your faith and sacrifice your faith to which god who protects you, understand?" Shen Lang looked at the young man Ka Miao's eyes seriously.

"I am willing, I am willing to return to the protection of the angels again, I am willing to give up my faith, my loyalty, my life, everything, I need strength!" said the boy without the slightest hesitation.

"Again to the angel's blessing, you are—" "I'm

a Southerner, my mother is a Southerner, to be exact!" the boy exclaimed.

"Ka Miao

!" "Sister, this is my decision!" the young Ka Miao looked at Sejuani seriously.

"Sister?" Shen Lang turned his head to look at Sejuani.

No wonder she is so beautiful, and other barbarians are simply not the same style of painting, Shen Lang thought it was a relationship between women, it turned out that they had southerner blood.

"Are you going to betray the spirits of your ancestors?" Serjuani asked, and the others looked at Ka Miao with unkind eyes.

"The souls of your ancestors have only blessed you, but they have never blessed me, have you forgotten how your mother died, and what is wrong with me when I return to the arms of angels?" the young man shouted, a large white mist erupting from his mouth.

"You—" Sejuani looked at this brother who had no talent in the slightest with complicated eyes, unable to speak.

The Barbarian King touched the back of his head, overwhelmed, and the other barbarian warriors glared at Ka Miao.

"I'm talking about the blessing of the gods, not angels!" Shen Lang's faint voice sounded.

"Huh?" the young man Ka Miao looked at Shen Lang stupidly.

The others looked at him in the same way.

"Angels are technological deities who neither accept faith nor bless the souls of believers through faith. "

Nonsense, angels are messengers of justice, omniscient and all-powerful gods!" Ka Miao interrupted Shen Lang excitedly.

What kept him alive in this difficult environment was the faith of the angels that his mother had passed on to him.

It was the last sacred pure land in his heart, which no one could trample on.

"Angels are indeed righteous, and the righteous order they have formulated protects countless civilizations in the universe..."

"However, they really can't protect the souls of believers, boys, gods, just more powerful creatures, and the warriors who practice the small universe must have the courage to swing their fists at the gods, if you don't have this determination, then you better give up as soon as

possible

!"