Two days later, China. 

Thunder Horse Military Factory, underground laboratory. 

Cautiously, Xia Lei started to put on the silver armour on himself. This entire process took him about thirty minutes to complete. Truthfully, he would only require a few minutes but the armour was in a pathetic state. He was afraid of breaking this armour of which even he did not know how to fix. 

The last part that made it to his body was the helmet, which he replaced its gigantic hole with the silver metal he extracted from the underground maze. As expected, the material was a perfect match for the helmet. It wasn’t a part of some sword, it was actually a part of the helmet. 

Following that, he secured the metal onto the hole with some transparent tape. It was crude but it was also all he had. Xia Lei brought himself to stand in front of a mirror that he had moved in earlier. 

The reflection showed no part of his face, fingers and neck. The armour had completely engulfed him from the top to the bottom. The piece of equipment could be both considered as armour and a protective suit. 

Weirdly, the style it was made in was nothing like that of the crusaders of the Middle...