Amber's room was on the first floor to the left of the mansion's main entrance. As her personal attendant, when she was needed, it was mostly just for show. In reality, she rarely had the opportunity to personally participate in high-pressure combat missions.

She hasn't gone out "fully dressed" in a long time; most of the time, her work involves handling tasks for Master Gu Ai.

The room was very large, bigger than Xiao Ai's office and dormitory combined. It was laid out like a small warehouse, with no windows and only a few vents that seemed to be used for ventilation.

There was a strong floral scent in the room, but it wasn't exactly pleasant. It was incense that Amber had specially brought in to mask the smell of the mechanical parts.

Amber slumped onto the sofa in front of her office, looking tired but also like she hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

Staring at the "weapon rack" that resembled a black piano covered by a tarpaulin, Amber remained in a daze for a long time, seemingly lost in thought, not knowing what she was thinking.

Although it may look like she's just wearing a pretty dress, it actually feels like armor. Even though you can touch and feel the fabric, once you attach different weapons, Amber can't sit down, let alone lie down.

Amber decided to take advantage of the fact that she was still relatively "lightly traveled" to get a good rest so that she would be in good spirits to face the work ahead.

However, those who have experienced this situation understand that when death is infinitely close, people always fall into memories, as if checking for omissions and filling gaps, trying to find anything they haven't done or have regrets.

Those who have witnessed cold corpses, in particular, are probably even less able to sleep at this moment. Their so-called rest is nothing more than sitting down, being quiet for a while, and clearing their minds.

There were still many unfinished documents on the desk, with the little treasure chest bestowed by Lord Gu Ai lying on top of them. After all, Amber now had a legitimate excuse to be lazy, so she naturally wouldn't give those documents a second glance.

Just now she was staring blankly at the weapon rack, and now she's staring blankly at the small treasure chest on the table in front of her. No one knows what she's thinking, not even Xiao Ai.

Even without opening it, Amber knew what was inside the box; it was a tradition of the Executioner's Blade.

However, in its earliest form, it was used to commit suicide in order to avoid being captured alive by the enemy.

However, Amber is Xiao Ai's treasure, so it's naturally different. Inside the box is a God-Slaying Arrow.

The preciousness of the God-Slaying Arrow goes without saying. Obviously, Xiao Ai didn't want to have to use it. However, things are unpredictable, especially when facing a god.

Gently open the lid, and you'll find the latest Godslayer Arrow. The number of this Godslayer Arrow is clearly engraved on it. In the past, Mengdie would give each Godslayer Arrow an interesting name.

However, Amber had no time to care at the moment. She just stared blankly at the God-Slaying Arrow in front of her for a long time.

Slowly rising, Amber walked straight to the long-forgotten equipment rack, where her heavy armor, which she had kept sealed away for a long time and hadn't used in ages, was displayed.

The last time I wore this heavy armor, as far as I can remember, was when I was fighting against a god who was said to be invincible and could see the future.

Peeling back the seemingly weathered dust cloth, the gilded, dark-colored heavy armor inside appeared brand new. A pair of small hands gently stroked the patterns on it; every scratch was just as vivid as in her memory.

The gown slowly disappeared, replaced by a slightly miniature suit of armor. After all, Amber and Xiao Ai were about the same height, and their figures were inherently cute.

Unfastening the buckle on the belt, Amber hung the outer heavy skirt armor on her existing light armor waist. She bounced twice, as if checking if the connection was secure, or perhaps getting used to the heavy armor again.

Chest armor, shoulder armor, arm armor, combat boots, connecting rails—every step requires meticulous inspection.

Then came her usual outfit, which she hadn't worn in a long time, but every movement was fluid and graceful, as if she had practiced for a long time.

Fourteen blades were to be inserted one by one into the quiver-like slot at the waist. With a thought, the quiver-like sword case slid down the guide rail to the back with a crisp metallic sound.

The Godslayer Sword was sheathed, and Amber carefully adjusted its position, trying different angles to draw it. Finally, a slight smile played on her lips, as if she were thinking, "I'm still as sharp as ever."

All sorts of weapons and props were hanging on his back, waist, and thighs; he was practically armed to the teeth.

Finally, as the equipment vanished in a shimmering light, it transformed back into the beautiful gown Amber had just chosen.

However, if Ye Qinghan were also present, he could detect through his divine sense that Amber's armor level was already second only to Lord Gu Ai, reaching a protection level of fourteen.

If Dongfang Jue were also present, the system would definitely have alerted the system to the presence of a high-risk combat unit.

Once this armor is donned, Amber will maintain a state of semi-driven spiritual power. The sheer pressure alone is enough to make Ye Qinghan and the others' hair stand on end!

After putting on her gear, Amber slowly pushed open the door. Her Valkyrie companions were all in the lobby on the first floor, seemingly chatting about something. When they saw her come out, all their eyes fell on her.

"What? Something's up?" Amber smiled, and a golden glint could be seen in the eyes of the Valkyries. The armor didn't lie; Amber was clearly going on a mission.

He Guang leaned against the door, facing the enemy god head-on. This task was obviously the most dangerous in history, so it was inevitable that Xiao Ai would entrust it to Amber.

"I've found the person you wanted for Project Iron Pot. Remember to pick him up from the military headquarters later."

Amber chuckled: "Got it."

"I'm here to collect a debt from you. You still owe me two small cakes. Remember to pay me back when you get back!"

"Me too! Those thirty people you borrowed from me last time, you said you'd pay me back this month!"

The twelve Valkyries chimed in, one after another, as if Amber was someone who frequently owed debts. However, Amber merely smiled, after all, aside from those needed for the Iron Pot Project, she had no intention of giving anything else to them.

It seemed as if the debts couldn't be forgotten even after someone died, as if those things were truly important to these Valkyries.

Yes, if you want to pay back those debts, you at least have to come back alive, right?

However, Amber did not answer, but simply bowed slightly and walked towards the second floor.

"Why this slut?"

"What do you mean? Who are you saying should go?"

"But Ye Qinghan also wields power, doesn't he? Yet nothing was discovered about him."

"You know nothing! Ye Qinghan's power hasn't been activated yet; it's just an ordinary earring. But if Lady Gu Ai were to go, I'm afraid that guy would already be..."

As everyone watched Amber's departing figure, they discussed amongst themselves, but fell silent after the door slammed shut.

"Amber greets Lord Gu Ai." Amber bowed slightly, speaking calmly as if nothing had changed from her usual demeanor.

But Xiao Ai didn't even glance at Amber, as if the documents in her hand were really important.

"Okay, once you're all packed, we'll set off. Be quick and come back soon."