Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

Chapter 875 875: This is Impossible, Absolutely Impossible!

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"A Gold Saint!"

Seeing George clad in a suit of Gold Cloth, everyone present was struck dumb with disbelief. He was clearly the Silver Saint of Crateris; how had he suddenly transformed into a Gold Saint? More importantly, the Cloth he wore was a design they had never seen before.

This was especially true for Aphrodite and Deathmask. As Gold Saints themselves, they knew better than anyone that there were only twelve Gold Cloths. The one George was currently wearing did not belong to any of the twelve constellations they knew.

"Who exactly are you?"

Feeling the immense pressure of George's Ultimate Cosmo, the expressions of Aphrodite and Deathmask finally turned solemn. George, holding the unique Cobra Staff of Ophiuchus, replied with elegant composure:

"You may address me as the Ophiuchus Gold Saint, George."

"Ophiuchus?"

The crowd was filled with confusion. Wasn't Ophiuchus a Silver Cloth? Furthermore, the Ophiuchus Silver Saint was Shaina, whom they all knew well. Where did this second Ophiuchus come from, and how had it become a Gold Cloth?

"Nothing more than a mere fake!"

Deathmask stepped forward, instantly throwing hundreds of millions of punches toward George.

"Light Speed Punch!"

The Light Speed Punch was a technique mastered by every Gold Saint. As long as one awakened the Seventh Sense and possessed the Ultimate Cosmo, they could strike at the speed of light. While Leo Aiolia and Sagittarius Aiolos had refined and innovated upon this move to make it their own signature finishing strikes, the fundamental principle remained the same.

Deathmask used it now as a litmus test. If George were an impostor, a single volley would strip away his facade.

"Is this it? Are you here to provide comic relief?"

George leaned on his serpent staff, remaining rooted to the spot. He blocked every single one of Deathmask's strikes with surgical precision before launching into a hunter's taunt.

"This is the first time I've seen such a weak Cancer Saint. The previous Gold Saint of Cancer dragged the God of Death into the Underworld to perish with him, and the one before that was even stronger—capable of scheming against and suppressing the Twin Gods. Looking at you... honestly, your weakness is so glaring I can hardly bear to look at it."

"What did you say?!"

Enraged by the mockery, Deathmask lost his cool. He barked at Aphrodite, who was preparing a sneak attack with a rose: "Stay out of this! I'm going to make him realize the terrifying fate that awaits anyone who offends Lord Deathmask!"

With those words, his Cosmo began to burn intensely.

"Sekishiki Meikai Ha! (Corpse Underworld Wave!)"

"Since he's used that move, it seems there's no need for me to interfere," Aphrodite remarked, seeing the Sekishiki manifest. He assumed the battle was over.

The gateway to Yomotsu Hirasaka, the hill to the Underworld, swung open. The unique spiritual energy of the Cancer constellation swarmed George, seeking to drag his soul into the realm of the dead. It was a technique that bypassed the physical body and the Cosmo, targeting the soul directly. Once sent to Yomotsu Hirasaka, no one—save for a god—could ever hope to escape.

"Oh no!"

Albiore of Cepheus, well aware of the Sekishiki's lethality, tried to rush to George's aid, but he was intercepted by a coordinated effort from the other Silver Saints.

Facing the swirling spiritual energy, George did not resist. He allowed the Sekishiki to wrap around his soul and pull him into the depths of the Underworld.

"Hahaha! Ophiuchus Gold Saint? A fake is a fake!"

Seeing George's soul vanish and the portal close, Deathmask broke into a triumphant grin. However, a second later, his smile froze.

George's body did not collapse as a soulless husk. Instead, he stood there, looking at Deathmask with an expression of pure amusement.

"How can this be? I clearly sent you to the Underworld!"

"I went. I took a quick tour and came back. I can only say your technique is too weak," George said, shrugging his shoulders.

He had goaded Deathmask into using that move specifically to use the Sekishiki as a beacon. By experiencing it, he had marked the spatial coordinates of the Underworld, allowing him to enter and exit at will in the future. As for the rule that only gods and Cancer Saints could traverse Yomotsu Hirasaka, George's soul essence was far higher than that of the average gods of this world. Even the essence of Hades didn't surpass his, so the restriction was meaningless.

Furthermore, the Ophiuchus Gold Saint naturally possessed the power to bring the dead back to life and snatch souls back from the King of the Underworld.

"This is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Deathmask's face turned beet red with humiliation. He reached out again, desperate to unleash another Underworld Wave.

"My turn to try a move on you."

Having achieved his goal, George had no more patience for Deathmask's posturing. He pressed his palms together, gathering his Cosmo and compressing it through a specific method.

"Kame—Hame—Ha!"

An "Ultimate Cosmo" version of the Kamehameha erupted.

"Agh!"

Before Deathmask could even trigger his technique, he was struck head-on by the energy wave. With a single scream, he vomited blood and collapsed, dead on the spot.

Seeing this, Aphrodite realized the situation was dire. Discarding his role as a spectator, he launched a surprise attack the moment George finished his blast.

"Bloody Rose!"

A single white rose shot from his hand, seemingly transcending time and space to strike George directly over his heart.

"In all these years, you are the first person to make me use this ultimate move. Once struck by my Bloody Rose, your nerves will be completely paralyzed while the flower slowly drains your lifeblood. When the white rose turns red, that is the moment of your death!"

Seeing his move land, Aphrodite breathed a sigh of relief. He had absolute confidence in this technique. Unless it missed entirely, any Gold Saint struck by it was as good as dead.

"Is that so?"

George reached up, casually plucked the white rose from his chest, and tossed it onto the ground. He looked at Aphrodite with total indifference.

Setting aside his own masterful control over his physical form and his various healing magics, the Ophiuchus constellation was the natural nemesis of Pisces. The paralyzing toxins and blood-sucking roses of Pisces were nothing more than a joke in the face of Ophiuchus's supreme mastery over medicine and poison.

"This... this is impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Aphrodite's face twisted into the exact same expression of shock that Deathmask had worn moments before. Shortly after, he followed in Deathmask's footsteps, erased by a single energy wave from George.

"Run!"

Seeing two Gold Saints fall at George's hands, the remaining Silver Saints realized they were no match. They immediately attempted to retreat to the Sanctuary to report the situation to the Pope.

"Stop them!"

Albiore of Cepheus had no intention of letting them leak the news. He and the Crystal Saint quickly led the Bronze Saints to intercept the fleeing Silvers.

Seeing their escape route blocked, two of the Silver Saints suddenly sat cross-legged, entering a state of deep meditation.

"Master, please aid us!"

As their voices fell, an incredibly powerful Cosmo began to project itself from a great distance.

"Five Elements Cabala Sealing Barrier!"

George slammed his serpent staff into the ground. Five elemental spirits immediately rose around them, constructing a supreme barrier that severed the connection between the two meditating Silver Saints and their master.

He knew these two were the direct disciples of Shaka, capable of summoning Shaka's Cosmo through meditation to suppress their enemies. He couldn't allow Shaka to discover what was happening here.

Shaka was one of the few Gold Saints who genuinely believed in the Pope's integrity. Because he perceived Saga's original essence—which was inherently kind and just—he believed the Pope represented justice. He was unaware that Saga was being influenced by an evil god and intended to kill Athena, even believing Saori Kido to be a fake.

Dealing with such a stubborn mindset was impossible through words alone; the best approach was to keep him in the dark.

In the Sanctuary, within the House of Virgo, Shaka—who was meditating with his eyes closed—suddenly frowned.

He had clearly felt a plea for help from his disciples' Cosmo, but when he tried to trace the aura, he found nothing. His disciples' presence had vanished completely.

"Has something gone wrong with the mission?"

He knew the Pope had dispatched most of the Sanctuary's Silver Saints, including his own disciples, to Tokyo to recover the Sagittarius Gold Cloth from the traitors. He hadn't thought it would be a major issue. But now, with his disciples crying out and then disappearing so thoroughly that even he couldn't sense them, he knew something was amiss.

Standing up, he prepared to head to the Pope's Chambers to alert him.

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, having successfully blocked Shaka's probe with the barrier, George raised his hand and fired off a flurry of energy bullets, swiftly knocking out the remaining Silver Saints.

"Is this the 'miracle' you mentioned?"

The Crystal Saint looked at George, now standing in his Gold Cloth, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration. He knew George was formidable—after all, George had helped him break free from Saga's Demon Emperor Delusion Fist—but he hadn't expected him to have already awakened the Seventh Sense. Moreover, the existence of this unknown Gold Cloth was staggering.

"This is the Ophiuchus Gold Cloth. It was sealed between the Houses of Scorpio and Sagittarius. I gained its recognition by chance, which led me to the Seventh Sense."

George gave a brief explanation of the Cloth's origin before gathering everyone inside the villa to meet with Saori Kido for a strategy session.

"What do we do next?"

Everyone turned their gaze toward George. Their ability to withstand the assault from so many Silver Saints and two Gold Saints was almost entirely due to George's intelligence and strength. At this juncture, they hoped he could provide a viable path forward.

George didn't hesitate to share his thoughts:

"If even these Silver Saints won't believe us, the remaining Gold Saints in the Sanctuary likely won't be easily convinced either. My suggestion is to wait and see; we shouldn't launch a reckless attack on the Sanctuary just yet."

"What if Saga sends more Gold Saints to attack us?" Saori Kido asked, her face etched with worry.

"If he sends only a few, we consume them just as we did today. If he sends many..." George paused, then smiled. "It depends on how many. Counting Saga himself, there are only seven Gold Saints left in the Sanctuary. Since Saga is posing as the Pope, he absolutely cannot leave the Sanctuary. Therefore, he can send a maximum of six Gold Saints to Tokyo."

"But even against six Gold Saints, even with you here, we would have no chance of winning," Albiore of Cepheus said, his voice heavy. As the strongest Silver Saint, he was rumored to have power approaching that of a Gold Saint, but in reality, he could only trade blows with the likes of Aphrodite or Deathmask. Against the truly elite Gold Saints, he knew he was no match.

"If Saga actually sends six Gold Saints at once, we'll play 'strike at the head.' We'll head straight to the Sanctuary and team up to kill Saga. Once he is dealt with or captured, and everyone sees that the Pope was Saga in disguise, the truth will be revealed.

If he sends one, we take him out. If he sends two, our combined strength should be enough to take them. If he sends three, don't forget we can invite the Saints of Libra and Aries to help; our chances remain high. If he sends four, that means there are only two left in the Sanctuary plus Saga. In that case, we can bypass them and raid the Sanctuary directly.

Besides, don't forget that most Gold Saints are simply being deceived. We might have the chance to win some over during battle. If that happens, our odds of victory increase significantly."

George's analysis immediately bolstered everyone's confidence. However, the clever Saori thought of a critical problem:

"But how will we know how many Gold Saints Saga is sending, or which ones?"

Without that information, George's plan was just wishful thinking. George chuckled:

"That, of course, requires me to return to the Sanctuary and regain Saga's trust."

"But if you go back alone, will Saga still trust you?" Albiore shook his head. Saga wasn't a fool. Everyone else was dead—including two Gold Saints—yet George, a newly promoted Silver Saint, had survived and returned. Anyone could see there was something wrong with that picture. He felt that if George went back as a spy, it would be a suicide mission.

The others nodded in agreement with Albiore's concern.

"I won't be alone. I'll have these two, as well as the Sagittarius Gold Cloth."

George clapped his hands. To everyone's horror, the previously deceased Pisces and Cancer Saints walked into the room, their eyes vacant and dull.

"Don't be afraid. They are dead. I used the unique ability of Ophiuchus to turn them into my puppets for a short time. With the two of them vouching for me, and the fact that I'm bringing back the Sagittarius Gold Cloth, I doubt Saga will suspect me. He might even give me a position of importance. That way, I'll know all of his arrangements in advance."

The ability to turn them into puppets came from his current advancement in the "Fool" pathway. Combined with his ability to read their memories, controlling them to ensure they showed no flaws in front of Saga would be easy.

As for how he would explain the situation to Saga once he returned, he had already worked out the details.

(End of Chapter)