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Chapter 1250 - 1250 216 Striving to Save from Extinction

1250: Chapter 216: Striving to Save from Extinction 1250: Chapter 216: Striving to Save from Extinction “Marshal, the situation is somewhat grim.

The seal’s coverage is very extensive, extending beyond the ancient ruins into the outside world.

Based on our investigations, the seal itself isn’t damaged; it’s the energy-converging Magic Formation that sustains the seal’s operation that has been partially destroyed.

Fortunately, a combination of multiple Magic Formations was implemented, so damage to a single formation won’t affect the functioning of the others.

The sinking of the Underground Palace is essentially due to insufficient energy supply, prioritizing the operation of the seal.

If I’m not mistaken, there has never been a curse on the Cursed Land.

The accidents befalling the local tribes were actually caused by the accumulated energy eruption at the site of the seal.”

Upon hearing Robert’s speculation, Hudson’s expression turned dire.

Under this assumption, the Cursed Land seemed to become an unsolvable enigma.

Despite the difficulty in accepting it, this was the most reasonable explanation.

If it were easily solved, the Orcs would have resolved it long ago, and countless tribes would not have fallen victim.

“Let’s do our humanly best and leave the rest to fate!

From the intelligence we’ve gathered, it’s very likely that what’s sealed beneath the ruins is an entrance to the Other World.

Possibly, the Cataclysm of ten thousand years could begin from here.

Until we have a definitive answer, the seal must absolutely not be opened!” Hudson said resignedly.

Just thinking about it was distressing; to have such a ticking time bomb near his domain’s borders.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time; otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Initially tasked with guarding the frontier of our Human Race and repelling the invasion of the Orcs, he now also faced a potential threat from the Other World, truly a guardian deity of the Human Race.

Yet this title was not what Hudson desired.

If possible, he’d prefer a peaceful world.

The times have changed.

Hudson had long since achieved success and accumulated considerable wealth; now what he needed was to defend his territory.

As a beneficiary of the status quo, he instinctively loathed the chaos of war-torn times.

In his heart, Hudson silently prayed that this wouldn’t be the only pathway; not because he wished to drag others down with him, but simply because he lacked the capacity to shoulder the Cataclysm of ten thousand years alone.

Given the current situation on the continent, unity among the races was simply impossible.

Even if they were made to believe in the existence of the Cataclysm of ten thousand years, likely the first reaction of each race wasn’t to survive the crisis together, but to think of ways to dethrone the Human Race from its hegemony on the continent.

“Marshal, there’s no need for excessive concern.

Judging from the age of the seals, they have certainly been in existence for over ten thousand years.

The script used to document the messages is known to be the oldest to date, at least tens of thousands of years old.

If the Cataclysm of ten thousand years had erupted here, the seal would have been shattered long ago and couldn’t possibly have lasted until now.

Of course, we can’t dismiss the possibility that there are multiple sources of the Cataclysm, erupting in turns.”

Wizard Nemiah’s inept attempt at consolation left Hudson speechless.

Not to worry would be absurd; staking the painstakingly accumulated family heritage on a gamble.

If he won, there was nothing to gain; if he lost, he’d be laid out flat—a total loss no matter how one looked at it.

Abiding by the principle “shared joy is double joy,” Hudson decisively chose to share his “happiness.”

After removing sensitive content, the message regarding the Cataclysm of ten thousand years was promptly disseminated.

…

At the Jade Palace, upon receiving the message, Caesar IV was completely dumbfounded.

He had just enjoyed a few days of peace when trouble arose again, seemingly with no intention of letting him get a good night’s sleep.

The rumor of the “Cataclysm of ten thousand years” had been familiar to him since childhood, but it was mostly presented as a Mythical Story.

Until now, there was no evidence to suggest its veracity.

The versions varied widely, filled with significant artistic embellishment—tales of mountains crumbling and seas overturning—the rumors had long strayed from the truth.

In his curiosity during his days as Crown Prince, Caesar IV had even sent people to investigate.

The origin did not disappoint; the earliest mention of the “Cataclysm of ten thousand years” was indeed in a Mythical Story.

The shattered dreams of his youth were now, astonishingly, being told to him as a real existence depicted in Mythical Stories.

Seeing the string of signatures under the memorial, Caesar IV abandoned his intention of scolding them fiercely.

No matter how bizarre, the trustworthiness rose with so many signatories.

Looking at his ministers standing dazed, Caesar IV impatiently said, “Stop standing around stunned, speak if you have any thoughts!”

After all, Caesar IV, a younger man, was much better than these Ministers at embracing new matters.

“Your Majesty, this matter is too complex; you must give us time to take it in,” Marquis Delgado said with a wry smile.

As the Minister of Finance of the Kingdom, he had always been the most pragmatic.

He had never cared for such Mythical Stories.

Had it not been for the coincidence of Hudson’s and Robert’s signatures on the memorial, he might have thought it was a prank.

“What’s there to fuss about?

The message of the Cataclysm of ten thousand years is not new; it’s just that this time we’ve found documentary evidence of its existence.

Everyone calm down.

The sky isn’t falling yet.

Ten thousand years ago, Our Human Race was but a minor tribe.

Our ancestors staggered onwards, still able to hack their way through thorns and brambles to this day.

Now we have become the dominators of the Continent, our strength a hundred times greater than back then.

Should a crisis arise, I believe we can still pass through safely!”

Caesar IV said in a forced calm.

This seemingly pointless bravado was actually a sign of a Monarch maturing.