Chapter 630: You Damn Brat! Come Here So I Can Break Your Leg!

The Order of Raziel descended into chaos as soon as the Mythical Armor was completed.
Adira immediately rushed to check Gerald's condition, and after confirming that he was only feeling lethargic out of exhaustion, she was finally able to sigh in relief.
Her gaze then landed on the red armor resting on the forge, and for a brief moment, the thought of stealing it crossed her mind.
However, the thought instantly vanished just as soon as Zion's face popped up in her mind.
That teenage boy had formed an alliance with their Order, and Adira had a very good impression of him. Because of this, she wasn't overcome by her temptations, allowing her to think clearly.
However, although she no longer desired to take the armor for herself, the other members of the Order might have different thoughts.
The Heavenly Phenomenon had alerted all the higher ups, and all of them had already gathered in the scene, eyeing the red armor with greed.
"I know what all of you are thinking. But please, hold yourselves back," the Leader of the Shadow Union Branch, Lady Ouriel, said in a serious tone. "Don't be tempted by short-term gains. Would you rather steal this armor and break all ties with its maker, one of the very few capable of crafting Mythical Equipment?
"Or would you rather hold back your temptation and retain the close relationship he has with the Order of Raziel? Do not let your greed blind you from the bigger picture."
Some of the other Branch Leaders frowned after hearing her words. Lady Ouriel was a Seer and held a high position within their Order. Her words weighed just as much as gold, and many in the order seek her counsel when doing important tasks.
"We can just detain him here, you know?" a man with a scar on his face sneered. "After some torture, I'm sure he will be more than happy to work for us."
A few leaders nodded in approval. However, Lady Ouriel, as well as the Branch Leaders who accompanied Thirteen in the battle of the Arcadia Archipelago, decided that working with Gerald was a better choice.
Adira, who had heard her Master's words, stood in front of Gerald so that she could protect him just in case other people decided to play dirty.
Zion had trusted her with his father, so she would do her best to not break his trust.
A standoff between the various leaders took place, raising the tension in the surroundings. Suddenly, a purple portal appeared beside the forge, taking everyone by surprise.
Adira, who was prepared to attack anyone who crossed the portal, suddenly found herself staring at a familiar teenage boy, whom she hadn't seen for a while.
Just as she was about to call out his name, the Drow's body suddenly stiffened when she saw a Death-Bat Monster emerge right behind the boy.
The members of the Order of Raziel were also frozen in place after seeing this scene.
None of them dared to make a sound or even move, fearing the creature in front of them-a Majin Prince.
A being whom none of them dared to antagonize.
"Hahaha! My armor!" Camazotz shouted in happiness as he stared at the red armor that was oozing with a powerful aura. "I knew you wouldn't let me down, Thirteen! Hahaha!"
"It's only a Mythical-Grade Armor, and you're already this happy?" Thirteen asked in disdain. "If you don't want a Legendary-Grade Armor, then you can take it as it is."
Adira, Lady Ouriel, and the rest of the Order of Raziel almost choked on their saliva after hearing the teenage boy's disdainful words.
Although he didn't say it outright, but for a brief moment, they felt like he was saying that Mythical Grade Armor was trash!
If Thirteen hadn't arrived with the Majin Prince, things would have ended very differently.
But now that they knew the consequences of antagonizing the teenage boy and his family, none of the Branch Leaders would dare to make things difficult for them.
Turning a Majin Prince into an enemy was a very stupid thing to do, and they couldn't afford to have internal strife at this point in time.
Gerald, who was receiving the praises from the Branch Leaders of the Order of Raziel, finally regained his good mood and had completely forgotten his no-good son, who rained down on
his parade.
While Gerald was being carried to the infirmary, Thirteen and Camazotz appeared at the Arcadia Archipelago, where the battle against the Artemians took place.
He needed a place that was away from the human territories to do what he needed to do.
"Guard me, okay?" Thirteen replied.
Camazotz nodded. He didn't know how Thirteen would transform a Mythical-Grade Armor into a Legendary Armor, but one thing was certain.
There was a chance that it would attract unwanted company, so Camazotz needed to brace himself to defend the teenage boy, who was starting to scribble runes on the ground. Thirteen continued to write down runes for nearly half an hour before placing the three Beast
Cores around the Red Armor.
He then sat cross-legged on the ground to raise his mental power to its peak. This lasted for another half an hour, but Camazotz didn't voice out any complaint.
The Death Bat had known the teenage boy for many years and already understood that he was someone who was true to their word.
Thirteen had never broken a promise to him, which was why Camazotz had accompanied him
to fight against the Majin King despite the fact that he was someone who only bullied the
weak and feared the strong.
And during that battle, the Death Bat realized something that made him feel ashamed.
Cranky, the Honey Badger, didn't back down in the face of an enemy that was much stronger
than him.
Camazotz thought of the Honey Badger as a fool, but when he saw how courageous it was, he felt very ashamed of himself.
Cranky was even weaker than Camazotz, and yet, he protected Zion with everything he had.
This planted a seed of courage inside the Death Bat's heart, making him want to stop being a
coward.
As to whether this seed of courage would bloom, that would only depend on Camazotz's resolve, which would be tested a few years in the future.
A/N: Only one chapter today. I am currently sick. Regular updates will resume tomorrow.