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Chapter 585 - 585 136 Prehistoric Relics_2

585: Chapter 136, Prehistoric Relics_2 585: Chapter 136, Prehistoric Relics_2 The large volcanic eruption was suppressed by the magic formation.

Some small gaps still spewed magma from the lake, causing natural disasters in certain areas.

In the face of insufficient understanding, it’s not surprising that the Orcs mistake these occurrences as curses and the work of evil gods.

There are fish in the lake.

In the Continent of Aslante, there are living creatures dwelling even in high-temperature magma, not to mention in lakes slightly damaged by such.

Especially this lake, which is the ‘live’ water lake with a potent self-purifying capacity.

Even if there are a multitude of harmful substances, they will quickly vanish under the wonders of nature.

In an instant, Hudson felt a surge in curiosity.

“Belsden, is there any danger in this lake?”

“Rest assured, I personally inspected it, and there’s not even a single magical beast within.

If there was danger, your men would not have returned!”

The baby bear yawned and stretched lazily as it spoke.

“Are you sure I won’t face any danger there?”

Hudson asked uncertainly.

Danger is always relative.

An adult Earth Bear, even if it falls into magma, it is merely like taking a hot bath.

The discomfort only comes from the water being too hot.

What’s not dangerous to Belsden, could mean disaster for Hudson who might be reduced to ashes in an instant.

Putting up a magic shield would merely allow him to hold on for a few seconds, just enough to watch his imminent demise unfold.

“Be careful, you should be safe.

It seems a few evil entities are sealed inside, but they’ve all turned into energy bodies and can’t get out.

Even if they manage to escape the seal, they’d be out of luck to encounter you!”

After listening to Belsden’s words, Hudson felt much more at ease.

Energy bodies without physical forms—wasn’t that like deliver experience points into his hands?

The compass within him is an energy-consuming monster.

Regardless of what evil god it is, they’d be food for the compass.

All the demon crystal magic cores gathered by the army were all absorbed into the compass.

Even after absorbing countless energies, the compass seemed insatiable, as if it could never be filled.

The fear-inspiring evil gods of the outside world would be a great supplement at Hudson’s hands, provided that they didn’t descend in physical form.

“Let’s go and check it out!”

As Hudson spoke, he fetched Belsden from his shoulder.

A bear mount was even safer than sailing across, especially at such a crucial time.

“Fly slower!”

The sound of the magic shield rubbing against the air resistance scared Hudson into hurriedly requesting Belsden to slow down.

This was the most illogical thing about the Continent of Aslante.

Powerful magic beasts were hardly affected by air resistance, but humans, or more specifically ordinary people, were affected.

Hudson couldn’t figure out why.

Even after going through all the books he had, he didn’t find an exact answer.

He could only attribute it to the privilege of the strong.

“We’re here!”

Hearing Belsden’s reminder, Hudson slowly opened his eyes to look at the unfamiliar island in the middle of the lake.

The island was very small, with an area equivalent to two soccer fields, hardly suitable for human habitation.

Aside from a few tall ancient trees on the island, the ground was bare, as if it had been deliberately cleared.

This small area made it no wonder that the entrance to the underground palace was easy to find—it was exposed to the outside world.

Upon landing on the island, Hudson immediately sensed that something was unusual.

He vaguely felt the presence of barriers on the ancient trees.

With mounting anxiety, Hudson stepped into the underground palace and felt a unique pressure, reducing his strength to a fraction of its full potential.

In the depths of his heart, a voice continually whispered to him: do not attack here!

do not attack here…

He didn’t need a reminder.

His strength was so severely suppressed that he didn’t dare to make a move in this mysterious place.

Perhaps this is why the underground palace has survived.

After all, the strong value their lives and would always keep a respectful distance from such unknown and mysterious places.

Walking along the tunnel, one altar after another appeared before Hudson.

Murals were scattered all over the walls, but the most eye-catching was the statue of a snake-bodied human.

Hudson had the eerie feeling that he had seen the statue somewhere before, but he couldn’t remember where.

The murals on the walls seemed to depict a war, but not one involving humans.

Instead, it featured giants, the dragon race, demons, angels, magical beasts, and undead…

Searching through all his memories of histories and legends, he couldn’t recall anything similar to the war depicted.

He had too little information at hand.

From just the murals, Hudson couldn’t make sense of what they were depicting.

Descriptions were provided around the murals, but Hudson didn’t recognize the complex hieroglyphics.

“Belsden, do these glyphs form a part of your heritage?”

Hudson asked anxiously.

Compared to the short history of human rise, the magical beasts ruled the continent for a much longer period.

They were the earliest masters of the mainland before all other races emerged.