The excavation continued. As more and more items were unearthed, everyone's expressions grew increasingly grave.
"Calamity of Ten Thousand Years." "Demons and angels joined forces to invade the continent, and the myriad races joined hands to resist these foreign invaders." "Humans migrated here from another continent." "Heroes of every race hunted gods"...
Any one of these explosive revelations, if spread, would shake the entire continent.
Seeking the truth was one thing, but that did not mean they were fools. Other than the Calamity of Ten Thousand Years, none of the contents within the ruins were things they could casually touch.
"Robert, it seems we've gotten ourselves caught up in something troublesome. Is it still too late to back out?"
The undead mage, who was already little more than skin and bones, looked even more terrifying after pulling such a mournful face.
"Back out?"
"Old skeleton, do you really want to become a skeleton?"
"From the moment we entered this underground palace, we had no choice.
"We should have realized it long ago. How could a subject Marshal Hudson himself dared not casually mention possibly be a trivial matter?
"But as long as we keep our mouths shut, it won't be a big problem. It all happened who knew how many years ago. There's nothing wrong with letting it remain buried in dust.
"Still, the news of the Calamity of Ten Thousand Years must be brought out. There is simply too little information on this matter, as if someone deliberately erased it.
"By my reckoning, the next Calamity of Ten Thousand Years is almost upon us. Perhaps that was Marshal Hudson's true purpose in inviting us here!"
Robert spoke with a bitter expression.
No one would be happy about being used. However, Hudson had employed an open scheme. He had not