Otherwise, you can find another savior.

One can accept the favors of power, but cannot become its master.

It's just like my beloved student's personality.

He rarely gets angry, but he strongly advocates free will and refuses to be manipulated by any god or king.

"In that case, it seems that my ability to accommodate my husband's power is an anomaly." Morgan fiddled with his sideburns. "For a moment, I don't even know whether it's fate or destiny?"

“You know perfectly well what’s going on in your heart.” tide Jian smiled helplessly and gestured for Morgan to lean down.

Once the power was close to Morgan's body, it naturally shifted towards her.

A vast amount of magic surrounded Shiomi and Morgan, creating a magical wind that blinded them.

Even Scáthach and her friends had to raise their hands to shield themselves from the dazzling light.

When the light and gust of wind dissipated, the three were so stunned by the scene before them that they were speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Despite not allowing the power to return to itself, Mingxi finally shed her infant state and returned to her youthful form that would never age.

The problem was that his clothes and shoes couldn't adapt to the change and were now torn to shreds.

Standing naked on the ruins, Shiomi stared thoughtfully at the ruins of Kahn.

“As expected of my husband, he seems more concerned about this ruin, which may have once been inhabited, than about his own clothing.” Morgan calmly tidied her hair. “But at least I’m relieved to see my husband back to normal.”

As she spoke, she gently patted Xijian's shoulder.

"I feel a little sad about these ruins." tide Jian was also amused and exasperated. He scratched his head and turned around. "I'll just project some clothes to make do right now."

At this moment, Artoria took off her cloak and draped it over Shiomi's strong shoulders: "Use my cloak first, Tianxi."

“But all of my beloved disciple’s power is with Morgan, so why has he returned to his original state?” Scáthach asked.

"It doesn't matter who it is to begin with, so as long as it's with me, my husband will be affected in return." Morgan brushed his hand over the magical patterns on his lower abdomen.

Their frequencies had long since aligned as if they were one, so Morgan was not surprised by this outcome.

“But that’s a bit of a shame,” Scáthach said.

"What a pity?" tide Jian frowned.

Skadi nodded: "It's only been a few days, and you've already reverted to your old ways. I thought I could cherish you a little longer when you were so young."

"...To be honest, changing one's physique through transformation magic isn't difficult." tide Jian pursed her lips, trying her best to suppress the urge to complain. "Whether you prefer to show it to me privately next time or just like this is more convenient."

"In what area?" Morgan asked.

Shio finally couldn't hold back any longer and started muttering incessantly, "It's convenient in every way, okay! I actually prefer the feeling of holding you guys in my arms to being held by you! I'm just that assertive and superior! Is that enough?"

Although the tone was harsh, the overall feel was more like someone pouring out their grievances.

It made them burst into laughter.

Morgan could only hug Xijian and snuggle in his arms: "Alright, alright, stop sulking there. Let's think about how San is going to get back first."

After all, she doesn't even have any clothes left, so it's really inconvenient for Xijian to go back.

"I'll have to ask you to get me a change of clothes on the way." tide Jian pulled at her cloak and looked around at the ruins of Kahn. "Although Kamazots ran away, the ruins are still there, and there are countless remains. We need to investigate the situation here."

"You're really too rigid. We just finished a battle, and the enemy is gone. Shouldn't you relax a bit?" Scáthach asked, touching Shiomi's bare thigh.

tide Jian felt a tingling sensation down her spine:

"At least consider the occasion, Master..."

Chapter Fifty-Two Memorial

The "consideration occasion" that Shiomi mentioned refers to this place being a ruin, beneath which countless dead of unknown origin are buried.

In other words, Kahn is not just a city ruin, but also a tombstone of human civilization in the Lostbelt that once existed but was ultimately destroyed.

Fortunately, Scáthach was just teasing Shiomi and didn't actually intend to have sex with her there.

“When we were fighting Kamazot just now, there were probably tens of thousands of undead warriors crawling out of the ruins,” Morgan said, sitting on the half-remaining wall of the ruins.

When fighting in the form of a unified god, the senses are honed to the extreme by the power, and the fairy eyes, empowered by the Star Eyes, surpass their original size, allowing them to take in all the mysteries of the battlefield.

Although most of the time you need to block out information other than the target in front of you, it doesn't mean you can't see it.

With just a glance, I had already grasped the general situation here.

“Tens of thousands…” Scáthach sighed. “If it’s that many, I will have to do everything I can to maintain the ‘Gate’ in order to suppress these corpses, each one comparable to a Servant, and drag them into the Land of Shadows to be buried.”

Despite being just skeletons, the magical energy of their skeletons was frighteningly high, unlike anything a normal human could leave behind after death.

“This is just the number that Kamazot called out at once.” Shiomi jumped onto a stone pillar that hadn’t fallen yet, looking at the ruins of Kahn that were almost blending into the sea of ​​trees. “This city is probably larger than Chichen Itza, and can accommodate at least 100,000 citizens.”

"One hundred thousand...?" Scáthach was slightly surprised.

The environment of Miktland is quite pristine, much like the era in which the Seventh Singularity takes place.

Uruk, a city with tens of thousands of inhabitants, was already the largest and most prosperous city-state in Mesopotamia.

In contrast, in this natural environment, there might be at least 100,000 people in Kahn's territory.

“It seems that Miktland… no, Kahn’s productivity has reached an unprecedented level,” Artoria suggested. “It should be comparable to the pre-bleaching era of Pan-Human History.”

“But why did the Carne people, with such a glorious civilization, perish?” Skadi asked. “So far, we have only seen the dinosaur-humans who call themselves Dinos, and Oselot, who was only established in this Lostbelt a year ago.”

Shiomi thought for a moment and said a word: "ORT".

Although it was just his guess, it still surprised everyone.

ORT.

The ultimate goal of the New Chaldea campaign in the South American Lostbelt.

The obstacles that must be overcome to remove this alien world.

“Wait a minute, according to Kirshtalia Wodim, the ORT should be dormant.” Artoria asked hurriedly, “We haven’t been able to confirm any activity from the ORT so far, let alone pinpoint its location.”

“Although it’s just a hypothesis, allow me to offer a slight rebuttal.” Shiomi jumped down, walked up to Artoria, and gently answered her, “Kilshtalia did not hide anything and revealed as much information as he knew. However, he is not the one in charge of this Lostbelt, so the information must be incomplete.”

As he spoke, he looked at the ruins of Kahn.

"For example, he didn't know the origin of the Kahn Ruins; we only learned the details from Dinos and the Dinosaur King. So, can we assume a very extreme situation?"

"What's going on?" Morgan asked with great interest.

"That is, in some era in the past, the ORT once awoke, destroyed the then-prosperous human civilization, and then fell into slumber again," Shiomi said.

"After waking up, it falls asleep again?" Scáthach disagreed. "What exactly ORT is is still unclear, but if it has awakened, why would it fall asleep again? This is also an inexplicable point."

“So it’s just an unfounded hypothesis.” Shiomi scratched her head helplessly. “But that Kamazot with the aura of a Beast spirit origin is deliberately entrenched in this place, so he might know something.”

Skadi then said, "Speaking of which, didn't Camazots previously intend to use your powers to resurrect the fallen Cain warriors?"

“That’s also something to pay attention to,” Shiomi said. “What exactly does Kamazot want to achieve by seizing my power? That’s something I’m very concerned about.”

If it were just some unrelated place, Kamazot would have no reason to waste his precious power, which he had seized, as a consumable to resurrect a group of humans who had died long ago.

They are either former allies or former mortal enemies.

There must be a connection, otherwise it wouldn't make sense.

"Let me ask you a question: if we regain all our power, can you bring these dead back to life?" Morgan asked.

“It’s impossible.” Shio shook her head. “Even if I were to do it, it would only return them to the state they were in right after they died. Their souls and spirits would have already dissipated and returned to the Maya of Miktland, unless they were given a new soul.”

Artoria's expression turned serious: "But wouldn't that mean they've become different people, no longer the same people they used to be?"

“That’s what I mean.” tide Jian looked at the desolate ruins.

They walked through the ruins, trying to find patterns or words.

However, these things are too old and have been worn away by time, leaving no trace.

How many years must have passed without human intervention for nature to erase almost all traces of a civilization?

“However, perhaps we can do something.” Shiomi picked up a brick from the ground. “Take this back and analyze it with the instruments at Storm Border for carbon-14 dating.”

“We sometimes need to rely on science and technology,” Scáthach said with a smile. “Unfortunately, none of the Tescatlipocaans are willing to explain the specifics, so we Chaldea have to figure it out ourselves.”

“Yes,” Shiomi said, looking at Morgan. “My wife, I want to ask you a favor.”

“Just say it, no need to be so polite.” Morgan said with a smile in his eyes.

"I want you to offer a sacrifice for this fallen nation on my behalf," Shiomi said, clutching a brick. "Consider it the price we pay for taking what remains from these ruins."

Morgan was slightly surprised, then smiled knowingly:

"Well then, there's no other way. Let me, in my husband's name, pay my respects to the souls of the dead here. After all, my husband isn't acting very respectfully."

Afterwards, Morgan, along with Scáthach and the others, held a memorial service at the ruins of Kahn on behalf of Shiomi.

Amidst the ruins of Kahn, countless flowers gradually sprouted from the cracks in the stones, covering this former city and silently telling tales of oblivion in the wind.

Chapter 53 Mexico City (1)

When Kamazots retreated, he said he would retreat to the Fourth Underworld, but the "Alien God" had only caused chaos in the Second Underworld before.

This means that a third underworld exists.

Judging from the current situation, Shiomi believes that the only way to find the location of the ORT is to continue to delve deeper into Miktland and fully explore the underground world, which is divided into nine layers. Eventually, they will find traces of the sleeping ORT.

However, this creates another problem: the fifth level, located in the middle of Miktland, has an insurmountable obstacle.

Mexico City.

The Hidden Ones Debit and the Black Tescat Riboca, along with the city of Oselot, which was established in this Lostbelt a year ago, are also the origin of the hunting and killing of Dinos.

As the Second Underworld gradually returned to stability, Ocelote's activities resumed. They could cross the restless Second Underworld without hindrance to reach the third level, Chichen Itza, and attack Dinos there.

Therefore, in order to remove the obstacles in front of her, Shiomi had no choice but to ignore the "requests" left by Tescatlipoca before his retreat.

'Reclaim all power'.

Jiang Ziya (Jiang Taigong) had previously stated that there were gods who disagreed with the arrangements made by the goddess Nuwa.

Tescat Lipoka is probably one of them.

Shiomi originally wanted to regain all her powers before fighting Tescatlipoca again, but now she can't do that.

To pursue the "Alien God," they must venture deep into Miktland. Moving Storm Border in a high-profile manner would inevitably be noticed, and if Shiomi and her group moved alone, they would be separated from the main force, resulting in a dispersal of their combat strength.

After all, there is still a giant of light of unknown origin existing in this underground world.

Whether the Maya is an automatic defense mechanism against external enemies, or a deity or something similar, remains unknown.

Therefore, it is now the eighth day since entering the South American Lostbelt.

Led by Shiomi and Morgan, they infiltrated Mexico City with Scáthach and Artoria.

By using disguise magic to interfere with Oselotte's perception, these leopard-faced thieves were unable to recognize the difference between themselves and Oselotte, and therefore had no suspicions.

I had assumed that the city of Oselot, which was full of conflict, would be a city where everyone was a soldier, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The orderly streets, the well-maintained urban canals, and the sacrificial tower that stands at the heart of the city.

This city, filled with traces of the early days of civilization, immediately evokes Uruk in the Seventh Singularity, yet it is entirely different.

Ultimately, this is because Uruk belongs to the Sumerian civilization, while the city bears significant traces of the Aztec civilization.

“You can’t tell this city was built just a year ago.” Morgan stroked the stone wall along the riverbank. “It should be… a city similar to Camelot.”

At this point, she looked at Artoria and added a sentence.

"Whether it's your Camelot or my Camelot."

“Simply put, it’s not a city that could be built by human power, but a city completed through divine authority or large-scale magic.” Artoria said thoughtfully. “According to the information revealed by Koyanskaya, the city alone houses nearly 10 Oserot warriors.”

In addition, there are women and children who are not warriors, living in the forest outside the city of Ocelote, building villages and supporting the prosperity of Mexico City.

“The city is full of warriors.” Scáthach looked at the tallest tower in Mexico City. “It seems that this city has a very limited function; it exists only to worship Tescatlipoca. Therefore, to live or conduct business in the city, one must be a warrior recognized by that god.”

“Not only that, this is the city created by Tescatlipoca. Mexico City won't be like Chichen Itza, believing in the ‘Teachings of the Sun’ (Kukulcan), but rather in the ‘Black Sun,’ the smoky mirror Tescatlipoca.” Morgan crossed his arms. “Through extraordinary reproductive abilities, in just one year, the Ocelotes have multiplied to this scale, and they also possess a fighting spirit that Dinos lacks… Just what—”

“War,” Artoria said. “Since Tescatlipoca is the god of war, perhaps the only thing that truly matters to him is war.”

Scáthach then revealed a dangerous smile: "Since the God of War desires war, then let him have a war. It's just that the scale won't quite suit his taste."

"Compared to that, what is Tianxi doing?" Artoria did not object to Scáthach's statement.

Everyone had infiltrated Mexico City; what they were supposed to do was self-evident.

“My husband may have taken a fancy to the goods here and is trying to buy something from the vendors to give to us,” Morgan said, crossing his arms.

They were talking in a commercial area by the river.