"Killing gods is a serious crime, Capricorn!" Shaper Morpheus appeared next to Phantasos and said to Shura in a cold tone.

It was he who dragged Phantasos into the dream world in time, which enabled him to avoid Shura's fatal blow.

"In my eyes, only the goddess Athena is the only god!"

Shura raised his hand knife again without expression, but behind him, another lavender energy ball gathered and formed in the hand of the Dream God Oneiros.

"Oracle·Eternal Sleep"

But the lavender ball of light shook slightly, and an invisible wave of light spread silently around.

Suddenly, Shura felt that his head was dizzy and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he could no longer lift them up.

There seemed to be a force in the dark that was hypnotizing him. Even with the blessing of the Holy Sword to resist it, he still felt that his will was inevitably falling into chaos bit by bit.

Slowly, the knife that had just been raised fell down weakly.

"It's over, Capricorn!"

Oneiros stepped forward slowly.

His palm seemed to have submerged into another dimension, inserted straight into Shura's head, as if he was groping for something inside.

Soon, he took out his palm and brought out a pellet with a white shimmer.

It was a dream materialized by Oneilos' divine power, and Shura's soul was trapped in it.

In the dream, Shura returned to his past like Dismusk.

As a young man, he was undergoing arduous and boring practice in the holy realm.

"It's just a dream, do you want to confuse me?"

He coldly slashed all around with his hand knife, and immediately a golden edge came out of his hand, cutting the entire space into four pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the scene around him changed and he came to another place.

At this time, he had already put on a shining golden suit and became the Capricorn Golden Saint.

The surrounding environment looked very strange, but he didn't know why, but he always felt familiar, as if he had been here before.

At this moment, a weak voice came from my feet.

"Shura..."

Shura took a closer look and realized that it was the scarred Sagittarius Aiolos hanging on the edge of the cliff with only one hand clasping his fingers.

He went back to that night fifteen years ago.

Only this time, his mood was completely different from fifteen years ago.

"you listen to me……"

Aiolos looked anxious, eager to tell him something.

He didn't understand it fifteen years ago, but now, he understands it.

Even though Shura planned to pull Sagittarius up from the edge of the cliff, he felt that his body was completely out of control, just like fifteen years ago. He once again raised his knife and said something like fifteen years ago.

Same words.

"Assassinating the goddess is a capital crime, Aiolos!"

Before Sagittarius could continue to explain, the knife fell mercilessly.

call out!

In a golden ray of light, Aiolos screamed and fell down the cliff.

At the same time, a gentle murmur came from behind Shura.

"嘤——"

He seemed to have remembered something, turned around stiffly, and saw a baby who was only a few months old lying on the ground, slowly crawling towards the edge of the cliff where Aiolos disappeared.

At this time fifteen years ago, he raised his hand knife, and this time fifteen years later, his hand was still raised uncontrollably.

"No...no...no..."

He tried his best to control his palm, for fear of accidentally falling.

However, his worries were somewhat unnecessary.

In the dream, I was still the same as I was fifteen years ago, watching coldly as the baby slowly crawled past my feet and climbed towards the bottomless cliff over there.

"Stop her, stop her, stop her..."

He desperately shouted in his heart, trying to 'awaken' himself to stop the baby.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not control his body as he wished.

The result was still the same as fifteen years ago. He watched helplessly as the baby fell off the cliff and disappeared before his eyes.

"No--"

Different from the indifference of fifteen years ago, the old days reappeared, and Shura's heart was as sharp as a knife.

He has never felt such anger, hatred, and regret...

When all the emotions were on the verge of collapse, they all turned into a murderous intention, and finally transformed into a dazzling sharp sword in his hands.

He glanced at the cliff where the baby fell, and said heartbroken: "Lord Athena... please forgive me for my sin of disrespect..."

"I will definitely stay in the sanctuary...waiting for your safe return..."

After saying that, he raised his head and glanced at the bright night sky with stars, and then used all his strength to lift up the sword.

He has never forgotten that this place is just a dream, but there are some things that, even if repeated again and again, still make him unable to let go.

In an instant, there was a golden sword energy across the night sky, slicing the galaxy and cutting deeper into the galaxy.

Outside the dream, Oneilos held the light ball transformed from the dream with one hand, and was about to hand it over to the shaper Morpheus, asking him to put Capricorn's dream into the deepest part of the dream world and imprison it.

The four gods each perform their own duties, and the one who shaped it is the guardian of the deepest part of the dream world, Morphia.

It is the place where the dreams of all heroes and kings are stored, and it is their most precious dream treasure house.

Capricorn, as one of the Golden Saints, can be considered a rare hero even in the age of mythology. His dream is qualified to be included in 'Murphia'.

At this moment, Onielos noticed that the glow of the dream pellet in his hand began to flicker sharply, as if something had happened inside.

He was about to put his perception deep into the dream to investigate, when a bright sword tip pierced the dream light group and exposed it. Then he saw it forcefully move down, split the entire dream light group into two, and slashed towards him.

Came over.

Oneiros, who had been on guard for a long time, immediately put down the dream in his hand and turned aside to avoid it.

However, he was still a moment slower, and his right wrist was struck by the shining sword blade.

Although this sword didn't leave any wounds on his body, it hurt so much that he couldn't help but tremble.

Because, it is a sword of thought.

Capricorn forged his own will into a sword, splitting the empty dream, and had the most direct confrontation with his spiritual will the moment it cut into his body.

Even God was at a disadvantage in the confrontation with the will forged into a sharp sword, and his soul was cut off.

"asshole--"

After more than two hundred years, he was once again injured at the hands of Capricorn. Even Oneiros, who had always been calm and calm, was a little angry.

However, before he could take action, Shura, who cut through the dream and returned his soul, took the lead in launching a counterattack.

"Holy Sword·Blade"

Shura raised his sword flat, twisted his body and slashed out in all directions.
Chapter completed!