Volume 5, Chapter 97 – Hm? Sacred Artifacts?? They’ve been gnawed on??

At the critical moment when his body faced a collapse crisis, what Astral needed were the sacred artifacts that House Solrog had collected in this world.

The Lord’s sacred artifacts.

Thousands of years ago, Earth was the first world to be invaded by Corruption. Back then, The Lord created eighteen sacred artifacts to weaken the outer gods’ power, giving them to five apostles and various humans throughout Earth to purify the resentment drifting through the world.

Just like the spirit tablet controlled by the Bai family.

As one could imagine, the sacred artifacts themselves possessed suppressive effects against resentment.

Furthermore, because they were created directly from The Lord’s power, these sacred artifacts, like the natural forces of elf spirits, could also be used to help control the Heart of the World.

In Astral’s original breakthrough plan, these sacred artifacts would help him stabilize his power and consolidate his cultivation in the final stage.

To enable himself to smoothly absorb these sacred artifacts, Astral had previously sent Hume to bring the sacred artifacts to the treasury for refinement, removing others’ soul imprints on the sacred artifacts as well as the artifacts’ self-protection mechanisms.

Originally, Astral wanted to personally go to the treasury to absorb the sacred artifacts, but now it seemed…

He might not be able to go for a while.

“As expected, evil gods aren’t so easily destroyed…”

Looking at the azure curse power light erupting again from the distant sea, Astral narrowed his eyes slightly.

Along with the gravity of the situation, a trace of unusual excitement and greed gradually overflowed from Astral’s heterochromatic pupils.

It’s fine if she’s stronger.

The stronger she is… the stronger I’ll become after devouring and refining her.

In the next instant,

With a step that shattered space, Astral directly flash-stepped above Ulutiel. Torrential purifying spiritual power poured downward like a collapsing heaven.

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—”Wicked monster, it’s time to face your retribution.”—

Meanwhile,

At the entrance to the underground storage vault on the other side of Sacred Commandment Island, Isabelle gasped for breath while trying to use facial recognition to open the already-deformed steel door ahead.

However, perhaps due to the power impact from Ulutiel’s earlier rampage, the door had not only been shaken out of shape, but even the recognition system was completely damaged.

Seeing the recognition system fail, Isabelle didn’t hesitate and directly reached out, using her Divine Departure Realm’s abnormal physical strength to forcibly tear open a large hole in the steel door.

After stepping into the storage vault, a thick bloody smell immediately assaulted her, causing this Second Ancestor of House Solrog to suddenly furrow her brow.

She couldn’t help but raise her hand to cover her mouth and nose.

“Are they all dead…”

At this moment, the treasury was in complete chaos. Countless Solrog guards and workers with bleeding from all seven orifices and miserable death states lay scattered throughout the vault. Obviously, Ulutiel’s previous waves of large-scale power releases had inevitably rushed into the treasury.

These guards and workers hadn’t been able to withstand the rampaging power of the Celestial Blight and had died miserably with their meridians and souls shattered.

These workers responsible for refining sacred artifacts were all high-skilled talents that House Solrog had spent many resources to cultivate. Seeing that none survived, Isabelle’s heart was undoubtedly bleeding.

But she couldn’t spare attention for this now, and could only keep consoling herself.

It’s fine.

Once Lord Astral stabilizes his cultivation and eliminates the evil god… all losses can be recovered.

So,

First find the sacred artifacts…

“I remember they’re in Warehouse No. 4…”

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Following her memory’s guidance, Isabelle quickly ran toward Warehouse No. 4.

“Boom!!”

Soon, accompanied by a loud crash, the steel door was torn apart again, and Isabelle directly charged into Warehouse No. 4. Regarding the corpses with miserable death states inside, Isabelle’s heart had already gone numb.

She merely glanced over these corpses and finally focused her attention on several items radiating ancient aura displayed on a nearby table.

A shield, a bracelet, and a cross.

Rich spiritual power aura continuously emanated from these three items.

Obviously, these three items were The Lord’s sacred artifacts that House Solrog had collected from Earth over the years.

“There are still three that weren’t refined in time? Really… just one more week would have been enough…”

Clenching her fists, Isabelle muttered unwillingly.

But soon she shook her head, stabilizing her inner emotions.

Now wasn’t the time to think about this. The urgent matter was to quickly deliver the already-refined sacred artifacts to Lord Astral.

Thinking this, she took a deep breath and quickly charged toward the depths of the treasury…

However,

Before she could rush out two steps, Isabelle “reversed” and ran back again.

Standing before the table, looking at the sacred artifacts in front of her, as if noticing something, Isabelle’s brow suddenly furrowed.

“Hm?”

Puzzled, she tilted her head, and Isabelle slowly reached out to pick up one of the cross-shaped sacred artifacts. As this Solrog Ancestor examined it closely, her pupils suddenly contracted, and bewilderment clearly overflowed from her eye sockets.

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“What?! What the hell?!”

At this moment, Isabelle discovered in shock…

The sacred artifacts seemed to be missing something?

When these sacred artifacts were brought back to Sacred Commandment Island, Isabelle had personally inspected them. She remembered that the top of this cross was inlaid with a sapphire, right? But now?

The sapphire was gone??

The ruby at the bottom of the cross was also missing??

Where did they go?

Also??

“This mark… the gems were pried off? No, that’s not right. These traces look more like… bite… bite marks???”

In an instant, countless doubts surged in Isabelle’s mind.

You have to know,

Sacred artifacts were divine weapons created by fusing The Lord’s power—they should be indestructible! How could the gems on them be bitten off?! How good would someone’s teeth have to be?!

Guided by her puzzlement, Isabelle hurriedly picked up the other two sacred artifacts to inspect them.

Then she awkwardly discovered… the sword’s hilt was missing a corner, and the lion’s head in the center of the shield was missing an ear??

“What on earth… what the hell? Hm?… That, that is?”

While holding the shield and sword in confusion and bewilderment, Isabelle suddenly noticed an abnormality in the ceiling not far from the table. There, the ceiling had been torn open, revealing a huge crack.

“Did something… drill in from above?”

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Wait?

Could it be!!

In an instant, Isabelle’s pupils contracted, directly showing sudden understanding.

In the next moment, without time for further thought, Isabelle directly burst with spiritual power, leaped up, and urgently rushed toward the depths of the treasury.

The treasury had been torn open—obviously someone had already invaded here.

Since Ulutiel appeared here trying to interrupt Lord Astral’s breakthrough, she might also target the refined energy from the sacred artifacts! Perhaps the chaos here was caused by Ulutiel’s vassals!

“Damn! I absolutely won’t let you succeed!”

Roaring angrily, Isabelle charged like a wild bull, continuously surrounded by white spiritual power, smashing through layer after layer of walls, and soon rushed into the refining chamber in the deepest part of the treasury.

—”Crack!!”—

After slashing through the final wall with her sword, Isabelle, with bloodshot eyes, stepped inside.

“Damn monster!!! Stop right there!!”

Isabelle let out a hysterical roar. However, just as she finished roaring, Isabelle froze in place.

Because in the vast refining chamber, there wasn’t the detestable Celestial Blight vassal figure she had imagined… instead, there was a petite figure… just sitting cross-legged in front of the refining furnace, swaying her little head left and right.

That was?

Enmm…

“An elf???”