Chapter 121: Meeting Oss Again

Hearing Deathmask’s voice, the group managed to rally some spirit, though the overall atmosphere remained heavy. With no other choice, Deathmask ordered the departure.

"Let's move!"

Immediately, the Saints of Pavo, Cepheus, and Orion, leading their respective squads of Bronze Saints, transformed into three streaks of rainbow light and soared toward Sanctuary. Seeing Yin Shiqi lingering at the back as if waiting for him, Deathmask gestured, "You go ahead! Just because my eyes are gone doesn't mean I've become a useless blind man!"

As long as his sixth sense—the consciousness of the root—remained intact, the impairment of his other five senses posed little trouble to him.

"Understood! I shall head out first, Lord Deathmask!" Yin Shiqi replied, turning into a silver streak and vanishing into the horizon.

Deathmask looked back one last time, taking in the land behind him, before leaping into the air with a melancholic sigh. Perhaps to avoid triggering a full-scale war, or perhaps out of caution regarding the strength of the three Seventh Sense fighters, the two Marina Generals guarding the North and South Atlantic did not emerge to intercept them. The expeditionary force from North America crossed the Atlantic without incident.

"Lord Deathmask, I won't accompany you up to the Holy Mountain. I need to head to the infirmary and have Ose check my wounds," Yin Shiqi said upon returning to Sanctuary, bidding farewell to the Cancer Saint.

With three Gold Saints and three high-ranking Silver Saints leading the expedition, there was no reason for him to report to the Pope’s Chamber. It was far more practical to go to the infirmary and let Ose of Serpens check for any lingering internal injuries.

"Going to the infirmary? Then I’ll go with you!" Deathmask said with a grin.

"Are you not going to report the battle to the Pope?" Yin Shiqi asked, puzzled.

"That cold block of ice, Camus, is enough! I don't want to join in that commotion," Deathmask waved his hand dismissively and headed straight toward the infirmary.

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Yin Shiqi shook his head helplessly and hurried to catch up.

"Hey, Ose! Get out here and take a look at me. My eyes can't see a thing!" Deathmask shouted from a distance before even reaching the entrance.

"Who’s that?"

Hearing the arrogant voice, a figure immediately flashed out of the temple infirmary. Upon seeing Deathmask of Cancer, Ose, who had been wearing an expression of annoyance, immediately restrained himself.

"Oh, so it’s you, Lord Deathmask?" He hurried forward with a fawning smile.

Deathmask didn't stand on ceremony; he sat down right where he was and waved a hand. "Check me quickly. Can my eyes be healed?"

Because of the burns from the black dog's flame, he had lost his sight, and even the nectar given to him by Yin Shiqi later had failed to restore it. He was worried.

Hearing this, Ose stepped forward to conduct a careful examination. After about a minute, Ose sighed helplessly. "My lord, your eyes must have been burned by an incredibly powerful flame, right?"

"Yes, a black flame with an extremely high temperature. It even cracked my Cancer Cloth!" Deathmask replied with a shrug. The damage to over half of the Cancer Cloth was entirely the work of Xolotl. Even now, he couldn't fathom how a god associated with death and lightning could wield such a devastating flame.

Ose shook his head gently and continued, "The eyes are not like muscle tissue; they are extremely fragile and difficult to regenerate. That flame completely incinerated your eyes, leaving no vitality behind. There is simply no possibility of recovery."

He was a master of medical arts, but he could not perform miracles to make new buds sprout from charred wood.

"If it can't be healed, then so be it!" Deathmask waved his hand indifferently. "Without these eyes, I seem to see even more clearly! My mastery over soul energy has become more refined; who knows, perhaps I might even advance further!"

The soul was not something visible to the naked eye; only the sixth sense could 'see' it. After losing his sight, he relied entirely on his sixth sense to replace his vision, leading to more meticulous observation and a deeper understanding of the soul. Previous bottlenecks in his combat techniques seemed to be resolving themselves. From this perspective, blindness was not entirely a bad thing. He accepted the permanent loss of sight with ease.

"But then again, judging by the state of your eyes and the damage to your Cancer Cloth, you must have been severely injured—nearly roasted alive! Why do these other wounds on your body not match the burns?" Ose pointed to the long, unhealed gashes on Deathmask's body.

"That's thanks to the Crateris Saint. If it weren't for him, I doubt any of us would have made it back!" Deathmask grinned, gesturing toward Yin Shiqi.

Hearing this, Ose seemed to realize something. He grabbed Yin Shiqi by the shoulders, his eyes widening in agitation. "You don't mean to tell me you fed them the nectar as if it were plain water???"

Yin Shiqi pulled the two hands off his shoulders with a dark expression. "I don't know medicine, and I don't know how to mix prescriptions. If I didn't feed them the nectar directly, what else could I have done?"

"But... but..."

Ose’s face flushed red, and he found himself unable to argue. He knew the situation was critical and that saving lives was the priority, but the thought of countless drops of nectar being treated like water made his heart ache with agony.

"Then... how much nectar do you have left?" He swallowed hard, asking cautiously, his face filled with anxiety.

"Not a single drop," Yin Shiqi replied with a blank expression, shrugging his shoulders. Mentioning it made his own heart ache, but what was done was done; crying wouldn't change it.

Hearing this, Ose lost his composure. "Are you kidding me! Didn't you have half a cup of nectar? No matter how badly Lord Deathmask was hurt, he couldn't have used that much!"

As a doctor, he cherished the Moonlit Nectar as a spiritual treasure and could not bear to see it wasted.

"Lord Deathmask couldn't use it all alone, of course, but there was Lord Camus and the others, plus I was beaten to the brink of death several times myself. That’s how the nectar was finished!" Yin Shiqi counted on his fingers, recounting how the half-cup had been depleted.

By the time he finished, Ose was completely devastated. He wailed, "You idiot! You've wasted a heavenly treasure! A waste of such a priceless gift!"

He wished the ability of the Crateris Saint to collect nectar could be transferred to his own Serpens Cloth, so that he could utilize the nectar to its full potential. Unfortunately, that was nothing more than a delusion. The abilities of a Cloth could not be transferred.

Beside them, Deathmask grew impatient and cut him off. "Enough, stop your blubbering! Get back to checking me. See if there are any other hidden injuries, and while you're at it, tend to these wounds!"

"Understood, my lord!" Ose stifled his sobs and resumed the examination.