"Since it's a suit of 'Base-Type Armor,' and considering the god-making movement during the final days of the First-generation Illuminati, there's a very good chance it's still in its 'Divine Temple' form," Carmen said quickly.
"A temple buried under the desert..." Maxi said. "Then it can't be too deep. Putting a temple several kilometers underground isn't realistic. It's probably only a few dozen to a hundred meters down, buried by the sand."
"And the only reason we can't detect anything is that it has anti-detection measures!"
"After all, it's both an individual combat mecha and a camp. It would be a miracle if human technology could detect something like that!"
They had originally assumed the First-generation Illuminati had brought the Winged God to Ancient Egypt to hide it, burying it extremely deep.
In that case, they would have to dig directly above it with pinpoint precision. Otherwise, even the slightest error could leave them miles off target.
But after hearing Huang Ji's analysis, everyone felt relieved.
"Just pick some spots and dig straight down. Since this God Shao Hao was called a 'palace,' it can't be that small. It must cover at least a few dozen square meters, maybe even a few hundred!"
"With something that big, we can split the workers into a few dozen teams, station one every ten meters, and have them all dig down at once. We're bound to find it."
After issuing his orders, Carmen clapped Huang Ji hard on the shoulder, delighted.
If Huang Ji's analysis was correct, it would save them an enormous amount of time.
With such a vast search area and no precise location, their assumption that the Winged God was small had meant they would have to excavate the entire area to a great depth.
Who knew how many years