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"The level of murals here far surpasses that of the Paleolithic era on the Yolbian Continent."
"This is even higher than the level of the Kutar Culture and the Bunsofaki Culture."
Havier observed the murals on the wall with his flashlight, his expression excited. He felt he had discovered a new continent in archaeology.
It was highly possible that a highly civilized race had crossed the vast ocean and arrived at Pegrose, this backward continent.
Then, for unknown reasons, they silently disappeared, only to emerge from the earth today.
Due to differences in geography and era, in early human history, the cultures of the Chimera Continent and the Yolbian Continent developed more rapidly and reached higher levels.
In contrast, the continents where Pegrose and the Republic of Batorukia were located were still living a life of savagery until five centuries ago.
"There's more here."
Irumi had already looked at the murals on the left, now he moved to the murals on the right.
The murals here were different from any previous ones; they seemed to be a narrative, telling a story.
"You all come here and illuminate all the murals on this wall."
"Yes, Boss."
Irumi pointed at seven bodyguards, telling them to turn up the power of their high-intensity flashlights and connect all the murals on the wall.
The first mural: A large number of people formed a square circle, with an altar in the center of the circle. People were bowing and worshipping the altar, forming seven or eight layers of circles.
The second mural: A person was kneeling in the middle of the altar. On the altar beneath his feet, countless black lines and patterns were carved. A hunched figure draped in a black robe stood before him.
The third mural: Changes began to appear.
The person kneeling in the center of the altar lay on his back, blood gushing from beneath him.
The person in the black robe held a box, and his figure seemed even more hunched, as if he was about to place the box he held onto the altar.
The fourth mural: The person who had been lying on his back on the altar, apparently dead, stood up again.
He held a black box, from which black lines flew out one after another, encircling him.
The fifth mural: The person who had previously died, surrounded by dense black lines, had his body elongated, distorted, torn, and swollen.
"Do you see that, Bradley?"
Irumi's face was faintly dark. That box was indeed strange.
King Bradley first nodded at Irumi, then looked at Havier, and asked in a deep voice.
"Did you bring the box?"
Havier gently shook his head, saying.
"I put the box in my safe, but don't worry, I locked it."
Irumi and King Bradley stopped speaking and continued to look at the murals behind them.
The sixth mural: This fourth mural's strangeness significantly surpassed the previous five.
From the twisted black shadow surrounded by countless black lines, countless black lines shot out. Some of these black lines pierced into the black-robed figure's chest and emerged from his back.
Countless black lines erupted from the altar, passing through the bodies of the many kneeling people, and spreading outwards.
The seventh mural: Those who were previously bowing and worshipping scattered in all directions. One black line after another pierced through them, and the ground depicted numerous corpses.
"Gulp..."
Havier, having finished viewing the murals, broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead. His throat gulped, and his mouth twitched, saying.
"I think... we should protect that black box well."
Irumi shot him a cold glance. Even without him saying it, he would protect that black box thoroughly.
Such an incredibly bizarre object should ideally remain dormant underground forever. If it were to appear in this world, it would be a disaster.
"Later, the first thing we do is to strictly seal that black box."
Irumi had already decided that once the company headquarters was built, they would construct a dedicated place to store such bizarre and dangerous secret treasures.
"This kind of thing, its danger level can reach A-class."
King Bradley also nodded, his expression grim.
If something unexpected happened to this item, according to the depiction on the murals, the casualties would be at least in the thousands.
But since its elimination method was unknown, once time was dragged out, it could quickly cause larger-scale casualties; tens of thousands were certain.
According to the world's dangerous creature ranking table.
The ferocity of black lines towards humans: A.
Their dense number, countless: A.
Their reproduction speed, which could also be called their growth rate, was unknown how many black lines it could burst forth, but just based on the number on the murals, it was also A.
Their destructive power and lethality towards humans, not to mention, were also A.
Overall evaluation: Absolutely a national-level or military-level A-class dangerous creature.
"Are you done watching? If not, tell me your safe key."
Irumi turned and extended his left hand towards Havier, his palm open.
"Uh, it still needs quite some time."
Havier looked at Irumi's action. In truth, whether he asked or not, the result would be the same, but he still handed over the key.
"You guard down here. I'll go up and secure the box."
Irumi instructed King Bradley. What he meant by securing it was actually carrying it with him, "personal protection."
At this moment, three hours had passed since Irumi and his group entered the underground ruins for the second time.
The people of Piro City Government, upon learning that ancient ruins had been unearthed beneath this land, disregarded Hammer's protests and immediately sent people to the construction site, intending to forcibly reclaim it.
More than a dozen police cars surrounded the construction site. A sedan arrived late, and its door opened. Hammer scrambled out of the car in a hurry.
"Hiram, you can't do this!"
"We paid for it; you can't just forcibly take back the land."
"At least give us a different plot of land before taking back this one."
Hammer followed behind a man who wore a suit on his lower body and a white undershirt on his upper body, looking like a leader, protesting bitterly.
"Hammer, call me Mayor."
Mayor Hiram, wearing sunglasses, was somewhat corpulent. Behind him followed a little girl with a cunning smile.
"Daddy, there must be lots of treasures inside the ancient ruins. I want to see treasures."
The little girl behind Hiram tugged at his pant leg, pouting.
"Alright, alright, Daddy will definitely show you treasures."
Hiram stroked his daughter's head, smiling as he agreed.
"Quick, seal off this entire area."
Hiram ordered the surrounding police officers. This time, he had directly bypassed the cultural relics bureau, preemptively sealing off information and the site.
His objective was obvious.
"Oh, and search through everything in those people's tents."
"To prevent anyone from secretly stealing cultural relics, search everything for me!"
"Yes!"
Outside the tent, a few bodyguards didn't dare to stop them. More than ten police officers swarmed in, and quickly, a clattering sound echoed from inside.
"Clatter."
A small safe was rummaged out and fell to the ground.
"Huh?"
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the police officer who found the safe seemed to see a trace of white light bloom on its surface.