Chapter 51: Reclaiming the Sacred Armor

Unfortunately, Yin Seventeen was far too “stingy.” Once he noticed that Camian was recovering and no longer in mortal danger, he decisively abandoned any intention of continuing to feed him the Celestial Dew. Seeing that the Crow Bearer, who had nearly regained consciousness, slipped back into unconsciousness due to “lack of follow-up,” Ruolan couldn’t help but urge, “Just a little more, just a little more and he should wake up!”

Yin Seventeen shook his head and replied softly, “The Celestial Dew is precious; it cannot be squandered.”

“Besides, he no longer faces death. Just bring him back and treat him properly.”

Given the circumstances, it seemed unlikely they’d need to fight again. Even if he continued administering the Dew to completely heal Camian, it would be pointless—nothing more than unnecessary waste.

“Oh!” Ruolan answered, slightly disappointed, but forced herself to accept the rather cold decision.

Yin Seventeen then infused his cosmos energy into the silver cup. In an instant, the concealed armor chest within the sacred cloth popped out, tightly encasing the armor. Finally, it transformed into a silver thumb ring, which he slipped onto his left thumb.

“You stay here and watch over Camian. I’ll go search the underground city to see if I can find the Whale Bearer and the Wolf Bearer sacred armors,” he called to Ruolan, rising slowly.

“Oh!” The girl didn’t look up, responding awkwardly. Knowing she was displeased with his earlier decision, Yin Seventeen said nothing more and silently walked toward the door.

Leaving the low dwelling, Yin Seventeen quickly returned to the spot where the pyramid had fallen. The pyramid had burst from the ground, leaving a massive tunnel hundreds of meters wide. He no longer needed to traverse the complex underground passages; from here, he could directly reach Sobek’s underground city.

“Let’s hope both armors are down there, or it’ll be hard to explain when we return,” he sighed deeply before leaping into the enormous opening.

Meanwhile, in a boundless desert, a half-human, half-crocodile creature emerged from beneath a sand dune.

“Honorable Lord Sobek, why are we running away?” Lecton asked in confusion, inwardly.

At that moment, the Crocodile God Sobek had already relinquished control of his body, though the divine will lingered.

“Well…well…” Sobek was at a loss. He couldn’t admit cowardice before his devoted follower—that he couldn’t defeat the dog-headed god, nor the Golden Saint, so had dug a hole to escape.

After a long pause, he finally replied, “We aren’t running away; this is a strategic retreat. Strategic retreat, do you understand?”

“No, I don’t.”

Lecton answered honestly.

“Good, you’re not supposed to!” Sobek was quite satisfied.

“So, Honorable Lord Sobek, what should we do next?” Lecton asked earnestly.

Previously, with the old priest in charge, most affairs of the underground city were handled by him. Lecton was only responsible for fighting. Now, the old priest was slain by the Golden Saint, and without guidance, Lecton had no idea what to do.

“What else? Revenge!” Sobek roared in anger. “I want you to find the dog-head god’s temple as quickly as possible, slaughter all his followers, and raze his temple!”

Years of painstaking effort had been destroyed—he couldn’t let it go.

“And…who is the dog-head god?” Lecton asked cautiously.

Sobek, furious, cursed, “The one who possessed the old priest! The Death God Anubis!”

“His temple must also be somewhere along the Nile. Search carefully. You must find it for me!”

Lecton’s loyalty was unquestionable, but his mind was rather dull. As a humanoid life form engineered from a crocodile, he was unlike ordinary people. If only such creatures weren’t ideal for divine descent, Sobek would have chosen a different representative. Alas, there was no alternative.

“Alright, I’ll remember, Lord Sobek!” Lecton pounded his chest.

“Then it’s all up to you!” Sobek’s consciousness withdrew completely from Lecton’s body. Transmitting will and power across space was immensely taxing. Even gods couldn’t maintain it for long. Hence, followers needed to build pyramids, open the Stargate, and allow the true form to cross into this world.

On the other side, Yin Seventeen returned to the underground city through the massive passage torn open by the pyramid. Because the pyramid had ruptured the earth, most of the underground city had collapsed, buried beneath soil and stone.

“That must be where the Crocodile God’s temple was,” Yin Seventeen thought, locking his gaze on a collapsed area to the east.

If he were a follower of the Crocodile God, after slaying two Saints and seizing their sacred armors, he would most likely offer them to the god. Sacred armor was no ordinary suit of armor.

Even the lowest-grade Bronze armor was among the greatest treasures in the world.

Of course, that was only true for mortals; to gods, it was nothing significant. Still, regardless of whether the gods cared, followers would always offer their most precious treasures—out of reverence. All faiths were the same.

Therefore, the place to store the sacred armor must be the most exalted location in the underground city.

In Yin Seventeen’s memory, only two places stood out: the pyramid that rose to the surface and was cleaved in two by Shura, and the Crocodile God’s temple.

The pyramid’s purpose was clear—it was the base for the evil god’s Stargate, obviously not meant for offerings.

That left only one target: the temple.

If he didn’t find the two sacred armors there, he would have to search the entire underground city, piece by piece.

Without hesitation, Yin Seventeen ignited his cosmos and delivered a hand blade strike toward the former site of the Crocodile God’s temple.

Rumble!

The piled stones, earth, and the temple beneath were effortlessly cleaved open by the sword’s energy, forming a massive passage nearly a meter wide.

Yin Seventeen strode confidently inside.

Supported by stone columns, the temple hadn’t entirely collapsed. Using the probing abilities of the Root Realm, Yin Seventeen managed to search every corner of the temple.

“At last, I found them!” Yin Seventeen curled his lips into a smile.

Relying on the unique aura of sacred armor, he immediately identified the two chests in the northeast corner. His guess had been correct—both armors were here.

He then unleashed a sword strike toward the northeast, right where the chests lay.

Rumble!

The sword energy split the stone and earth once more, opening a fresh passage.

Yin Seventeen stepped forward, grabbed the two sacred armor chests, and sprang up toward the exit above.