CHAPTER 470: Past Events Thousands Of Years Ago

"What do you mean?" Gilbert asked insistently.

"Elizabeth is in Brettel City. I think she can help us!" Han Shuo explained.

Elizabeth, a target on the Church of Light's hit list, possessed a most bizarre divine favour body with the miraculous ability to absorb divine energy from the followers of the Church of Light. Han Shuo had a feeling that she might be able to absorb and remove the divine energy contained within the cage. Without the protection of the Ice Goddess' divine energy, Han Shuo was one hundred percent certain that he would be able to break the Jade Frost Cage.

"She?" Gilbert wasn't completely convinced. But seeing Han Shuo's confidence in the idea, he asked, "Can she be trusted?"

"I'm not so sure myself. But there's no harm in trying!" Han Shuo replied.

"You, your name is Bryan, right?" Gilges, the patriarch of the dark dragons, raised his head and asked.

"Yes!" Han Shuo replied.

"Thank you for saving me. My race of dark dragons will engrave your mercy in our memory!" Gilges kowtowed to Han Shuo. Then he raised his head and said, "One of the reasons those from the Ice Shrine came here, killed my tribesmen, and imprisoned us here was to turn the entire race of dark dragons into their saddle horses. The other was to find out from me the way to the third layer of the underground world!

The third layer of the underground world!

Han Shuo was startled. Then, his eyes flashing at the patriarch of the dark dragons, he asked, "What exactly was the situation?"

Since Gilge had taken the initiative to reveal the situation in the third layer of the underground world, it seemed that he was going to tell Han Shuo the whole sequence of events openly, something Han Shuo had not expected.

"Two years ago, when Gilbert returned, I learned from him that you were the owner of the skeleton staff. And from that moment on, I stopped advising Gilbert not to follow you. Because the owner of the skeleton staff can't be an enemy to us dark dragons!" the patriarch of the dark dragons said in a heavy voice as he looked deeply at Han Shuo.

Han Shuo became even more confused. Gilges actually seemed to understand some of the origins of the skeletal staff. He couldn't help but pull out the skeletal staff and fiddle with it. Looking at the patriarch of the dark dragons in a strange way, Han Shuo asked, "Why do you say that?"

"Because five thousand years ago, the race of dark dragons had gone into battle under the command of the original owner of the skeletal staff. The reason we dark dragons had always lived in the second layer of the underground world was also because the original owner of the Skeletal Staff had ordered us to do so, to prevent anyone from entering the third layer of the underground world!

"I also heard a bit from Gilbert about your encounter with the Ancient Lizard King Dagassi. The Ancient Lizard King was his magical pet at the time. Dagassi must have told you something, didn't he?" Gilges asked.

No, Dagassi hardly talked about his past affairs. All he told me was that I could learn the truth from the Skeletal Staff. At the moment, however, I have yet to fully grasp the secrets of the Skeletal Staff. That's why I don't know what really happened five thousand years ago. If you happen to know, I hope you can tell me," Han Shuo asked as he looked at Gilges, his heart full of doubt.

Gilges shook his head with a bitter smile. The thirst in Han Shuo's eyes forced him to gather his attention and say, "I have only lived a little over two thousand years. I only know these things from the ancient records left behind by my ancestors. What I know is very, very limited!"

"What exactly do you know?" Han Shuo asked curiously.

Under Han Shuo's gaze, Gilges pondered for a while and said, "Five thousand years ago, there was a great war that involved every powerhouse on the Profound Continent. It was extremely intense and a great catastrophe. It even seemed to involve experts from other realms. The side that the owner of the skeleton staff and we dark dragons were on probably lost in that great war. Some of our side's most important leaders escaped, but others weren't so lucky. Our side was heavily damaged. It is said that some formidable races from our side were wiped from the Profound Continent forever! We dark dragons consider ourselves fortunate. Although we've been holed up in the second layer of the underground world ever since, at least we weren't exterminated.

"I have no idea about the situation of other races, but we dark dragons have remained in the second layer of the underground world all this time, under the instructions of the original owner of the Skeleton Staff. Firstly, to protect ourselves from the pursuit of the victors, and secondly, to guard the path leading to the third layer".

"When the owner of the Skeletal Staff gave us this order, he also told us that in five thousand years, a mighty enemy would undoubtedly come down here. He said that as long as we could survive this disaster, provided we could hold out for five thousand years, we could finally leave the underground world and would no longer need to defend it."

"That was all I knew. What really happened five thousand years ago, why we suffered such a crushing defeat, who the enemy was, what was in the third layer, I have no idea!"

Han Shuo fell into a deep contemplation. What was certain was that the original owner of the Skeleton Staff should have been one of the leaders on this side five thousand years ago. Otherwise, he could not have left such instructions for the dark dragons. Also, the original owner of the Skeletal Staff must still be alive, otherwise he wouldn't have left so many preparations.

From that moment on, Han Shuo felt that the legends circulating in the outside world were probably far from the truth. . Folktales has it that the Cemetery of Death was originally created by a group of necromancers who used it to study the mysteries of necromancy. As they committed so many outrageous acts of depravity, magi from all schools of magic united to destroy them, and the Cemetery of death disappeared with them.

As a necromancer, Han Shuo had heard much of such folktales. But when he extrapolated from the events in these folk tales, he concluded that they were set less than a millennium ago. Now that he heard Gilge mention things from five thousand years ago, Han Shuo was almost certain that the Cemetery of Death must have existed for a longer period of time.

Suddenly, Han Shuo remembered that Gilges had lived for more than two thousand years, and he said, "You have lived for more than two thousand years. Are you aware of the existence of the Cemetery of Death and the legends surrounding that place?"

"Of course. I haven't been completely ignorant of everything that has happened in the outside world over the past two millennia. When it comes to certain major events, I still know a thing or two!" Gilges nodded and soon continued, "Which legends do you mean exactly?"

Han Shuo was pleased in his heart. He hastily recounted all the legends the human world had perpetuated about the Cemetery of Death. Then, with his bright eyes on Gilges, he asked, "Are these the facts?"

Gilges shook his head and replied, "Thousands of years ago there was indeed a group of necromancers who gathered in the cemetery of death. They created a lot of nasty necromancy magic in their research - true enough. And in the end they were hunted to death by every mage in every land, also true. But they certainly did not build the Cemetery of Death. Like you, they possessed the Cemetery of Death, but they were not its creators.

Although I don't have conclusive proof, I have always believed that the cemetery was built by the original owner of the skeleton staff. And just like our dark dragon race's constant defence of the tunnel for five thousand years, the original owner of the Skeletal Staff must have built the Cemetery of Death for some profound reason."

"Then do you know the circumstances of the origin of the Church of Calamity? They don't seem to have appeared on the Profound Continent too long ago. Why do they regard the Cemetery of Death as their holy land? How did they know about the three miraculous abilities of the skeleton staff?" Han Shuo was concerned and asked Gilges in a hurried tone.

"I know a few things about the Church of Calamity. That folklore you mentioned about the Cemetery of Death, except for the part where those necromancers built it, most of the rest of the stories are true.

"The Church of Calamity was indeed founded by the same necromancers who once possessed the Cemetery of Death. At that time, they created countless terrible spells in the Cemetery of Death. In particular, the appearance of this 'plague' spell. It caused people in countless cities to turn into undead.

"As a result, they became the common enemy of the entire continent, and were finally exterminated by experts from various countries. However, they were very difficult to kill. They weren't completely wiped out under the siege of every country on the continent. But those few who were lucky enough to survive would never dare to show their faces in public as they once did, and would forever live in darkness.

"I must say, these people were indeed incomparably powerful. Even with the combined efforts of the entire continent to destroy them, they weren't completely wiped out. In fact, those who survived grew stronger, while their knowledge of necromancy became more refined. They even began to recruit various evil experts from the Profound Continent.

"That is, until these powerful necromancers reached new heights in the field of magic, possessing the ability to communicate with demons and evil gods. They founded the Church of Calamity to worship the Evil God, and as they accepted more and more evil entities into the Profound Continent, they flourished to the point where even the Church of Light could barely contain them.

"The Cemetery of Death is their birthplace and the place where the first generation of high-ranking members of the Calamity Church researched necromancy. It's only natural that they regard the cemetery as their holy ground!" Gilges continued to explain as he looked at Han Shuo.

"So that's how it is!" With Gilge's explanation, Han Shuo finally understood what the Cemetery of Death had to do with the Church of Calamity. As it turned out, the Cemetery of Death was basically the laboratory of the evil necromancers who founded the Church of Calamity. The founders of the Church of Calamity were researching how to create this evil magic. No wonder Wolf always said that Han Shuo was one of them.

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