"You!" Osved's mind went blank from the oncoming heat.

Looking at the moment Kevin waved at him in the middle of the fire, he was almost at a loss, but soon, an anger that was even bigger than the fire in front of him instantly swept up. When a person is extremely angry, his brain is almost broken, and he can't even utter a complete sentence.

When Kevin turned and disappeared, Osved subconsciously reached forward and grabbed a handful.

"Your Majesty!" The Ujin Iron Cavalry team chased after him. They didn't even see Kevin's face in a hurry. They only saw a residual phantom and the emperor who was so angry that he almost rushed into the fire.

The first few people swooped in and grabbed Osved, trying to pull him back so he wouldn't get caught. However, when they rushed in front of them, they were horrified to find that the young emperor was not almost, but had already reached into the fire with a hand.

"God! Quick!" someone shouted, "Hand! Your Majesty's hand!"

When people lose their minds, they are always heavy, and Osved at this time is in this state of anger. He didn't even realize who was blocking him, who was pulling him back, and the scarlet fire had directly burned through his eyes and brain.

Most people in the Wujin Iron Cavalry know that the emperor is very skilled in both melee and long-range attacks. When he beats people, his fists are as hard as iron, and his strength is terrifying. But they never knew that when the emperor was out of control, his strength could be so scary...

In the end, seven or eight people barely stopped him, and the one closest to him was almost thrown into the fire.

Osved was forced to stagger backwards a few steps away from the flames. The noisy voices around him finally entered his ears and got into his mind.

"Where's the medical officer?! Call the medical officer! Your Majesty, your hand! Your hand must—eh?" The tone murmured: "I clearly... I clearly saw your hand sticking into the fire, how could it be, how could it be unscathed?"

Osved's light-colored eyes were blood red, covered with bloodshots from anger and anxiety. He took a few beats to realize the meaning of this sentence, and finally freed his eyes to look at his hand.

There was almost no trace of fire on his hands, let alone injuries.

But he did put his hand into the fire, and no one knew it better than himself.

Osved gasped heavily and stared at his right hand without blinking. The sanity of running away finally slowly returned to the cage, and the anger that was soaring to the sky was slightly suppressed.

With a cold face, he pulled his arm, pulled his hand out of Wujin Tieqi's hand, and took two heavy steps forward.

"Your Majesty!" The people behind him tried to grab him again, but he stopped him with a raised hand.

Although his anger was slightly suppressed, he still couldn't say anything.

The real, almost scorching heat wave hit his face again, and with a gloomy face, he simply put his entire arm into the fire with the sound of heavy breathing.

The crowd behind him burst into exclamations.

Osved even stayed in the fire for a while before pulling his arm back. He glanced coldly, raised it and gestured to everyone, and said solemnly, "Fake fire."

The fire couldn't burn anyone, though it looked terrifying and the heat was rolling in.

Almost without hesitation, Osved strode into the sea of ​​flames. He wandered through the scarlet flames for a moment, but never felt anything resembling an entrance.

As if to confirm the emperor's conjecture, the fire came and went suddenly, and the momentum almost stopped in a blink of an eye, and the flames changed from high to low, and soon disappeared. But when the fire subsided, the high wall of thorns that was standing there was still bristling, and the vines wrapped around it were still layered with broad leaves, and there was not a single scorched one, as if the fire just now was all the imagination of everyone.

The only thing that remained from the fire just now was the howls that were looming, far and near, ghostly, giving people goosebumps.

Osved glanced down at the wall of thorns, but found no sign of an entrance, let alone a shadow of Kevin. The bloodshot in his eyes is slowly fading, but his eyes are still so cold that people dare not speak or approach.

He was silent for a while, and suddenly kicked the square tablet hard.

"boom"

The copper monument that had been dug up for the most part flew out of the soil, hit the wall of thorns heavily, rolled back to the ground, and fell there sideways.

Everyone shrank their necks, silent like a cicada.

After a while, someone finally tried to remind him: "Your Majesty, that monument...the color of the upper and lower sections is not the same."

Osved closed his eyes and opened them slowly. His heavy breathing quickly calmed down, as if he had forced his anger from the surface into the inside.

He walked to the square monument and squatted down, reached out and touched the surface of the square monument.

As the Wujin Iron Cavalry said just now, the color and rust degree of the upper and lower half of this stele are clearly demarcated. It was only then that Osved remembered that the square monument erected just now was indeed different from what he had seen before, as if someone had dug up a thick layer of soil.

Except for Kevin who just disappeared, there will be no one else.

He will not be idle to dig this monument, unless there is information related to the entrance on the monument, which is on the lower half covered by the soil...

"Lights," Osved said without looking back, reaching behind him.

A general was stunned for a moment, and handed the insect lamp that he had temporarily brought over to the emperor.

Osved took the insect lamp and took a close look at the surface of the stele. The newly excavated half surface was so rusted that there were almost no traces of words. He didn't care to dislike the layer of floating mud on it, and simply reached out and touched it.

The fingertips repeatedly touched it for a while, and finally touched the intermittent sentence: Unless... open the way... or the tomb door will last forever...

Osved frowned, and his face became even more ugly: the keywords are almost rusted away!

The word behind "eternal life" can also be guessed as "not open", but the words before and after "open road" cannot be guessed.

He repeatedly touched the place in disbelief, and when his fingertips were almost numb, he suddenly felt a trace that seemed to be absent.

"Undead!" Osved finally figured out the part in front of Open Road.

The full meaning "unless the dead make a way"? So where do the undead come from...

Just as he was thinking, those looming howls that seemed to come from the depths of the ground came into his ears again.

Is it—

Osved's eyes fell on the mud in front of the thorn bush, and then he clapped the mud on his hands, stood up, and instructed the people behind him, "Where are the others? Are you all awake? Go and call everyone over."

The two generals responded and hurried back along the path.

After a while, everyone was standing here, even the medical officer.

Everyone had weapons in their hands, the blood in their eyes had not faded, and there were still drops of water on their faces, apparently just forced to wake up.

"What's going on?" Nick wiped the water droplets off his face and shook his head vigorously.

The medical officer explained hesitantly from behind: "It should have added a handful of medicine to the fire. If I'm not mistaken, it probably got it from me..."

At this time, Osved no longer had the time to care about how everyone fell asleep and where the medicine came from. There was only one thought in his mind: before he set off, that bastard Kevin said he wanted to go to the tomb by himself, and made a big circle, and he did it anyway, because he thought he would never die...

Don't fucking die!

Osved stood up with a sullen face: "Simply divide the work, Nick, you ordered five people to come and chop off this thorn and cane. As for the rest—"

He raised his foot and stepped on the wet mud-covered ground, and said word by word, "Turn this piece of land over for me!"

The crowd didn't ask any more questions, and moved their hands without saying a word.

Soon, however, one of the team ran into problems.

"Your Majesty! These canes... there's no way to cut them off." Nick said, feeling a little stunned.

Osved cast his gaze over, and when Nick lifted it up, it was a sword, slashing across the cane, leaving a deep cut, some of which were even thinner.

But in the next second, the horizontal openings on the thick canes were reunited, and the thinner ones also took out new branches.

In short, except for some rapidly decaying rattan piled up on the ground, the wall of thorns did not change at all.

Osved wasn't too surprised, in fact it was pretty much what he expected.

He never expected that this wall of thorns would be any ordinary thing, and he never expected to see the gate of the tomb of the gods by splitting them.

But always give it a try, right? In case of hell.

Nick's logging team defected and joined the digging team in a blink of an eye. The whole group used all the strength they could, and the digging was like flying mud.

It didn't take long for the soil to descend to a depth of nearly a meter.

"click"

A slight crisp sound was particularly prominent in the metal collision, and everyone stopped in unison.

One of the generals crouched down and pulled the soil several times in front of his feet, revealing what he had just accidentally cut off under the soil layer.

That's a bone.

A bone that has been buried for an unknown number of years, but still as new, even has a thin mesh of blood on it.

It is not unusual to have bones in the cemetery, but everyone still feels a chill behind their backs.

"Go on," Osved said.

Everyone simply dropped the swords in their hands and bent over to dig with their bare hands.

But after about ten minutes, everyone had to stop their movements, because they had almost no place to stand.

Except where their toes were still standing, all the wet mud that had been dug up was piled with bones, skins, and pieces of meat that looked incredibly fresh, as if they had just been buried.

These broken corpses, without exception, all came from beasts.

Those giant orcs are all bad! Even if it is a beast that cannot be transformed into a human form, for them, the visual impact effect is great!

There are almost a hundred or so corpses on the top layer alone, and new ones are constantly being dug up below, and it is estimated that several layers are buried. Everyone simply gave up, otherwise they would be buried alive by the pile of bones.

"Is this a beast sacrifice?" Nick exclaimed, "I've never seen a beast sacrifice on such a scale..."

Beast sacrifice is a kind of prayer witchcraft that spread in the ancient times of the mainland.

Because people from a long time ago felt that it was a sin to kill beasts for food, so they would bury the heads, bones and inedible pieces of internal organs in the ground every time they hunted, thinking that this would make the hunted beasts. The beasts keep their souls intact and then gain new life. [Note 1]

Later, it gradually evolved into a kind of memorial service and prayer, burying the bones of beasts in front of the tombs of the dead, wishing them to rest in peace under the protection.

"It's a tomb of the gods after all, it's normal for a larger scale..." another general murmured.

"No!" Osved stared at the corpses of the beasts for a moment, then frowned suddenly, "This is not a beast sacrifice."

"Huh?" Nick didn't respond.

"The premise of the animal sacrifice is to make the head, fur, and meat into a complete shape, just like when the beast was alive. But here..."

The corpses of the beasts here are all cut to pieces, scattered and mixed, none of them are complete, it seems that they were deliberately disrupted like this!

"A complete corpse is a blessing, and on the contrary, such a mess of animal bones-" Osved said, "clearly a curse!"

Everyone's faces were full of surprise and horror: To bury a curse here?Curse who?

Besides Radiant God Fae, who should be sleeping in the tomb, is there anyone else here?!