Catastrophe Card King
Chapter 1076 - Chapter 1076 Chapter 330 Seven Catastrophes Monarchs_3

Chapter 1076: Chapter 330 Seven Catastrophes Monarchs_3 Chapter 1076: Chapter 330 Seven Catastrophes Monarchs_3 At this moment, the old woman cast a glance at Leonard Churchill and took the opportunity to remind him, “This is ‘Little Rune’; young man, with your current realm, it’s still too strenuous for you to attempt reading it.”

Leonard’s expression turned solemn, “Little Rune? Rune Highlands?”

He suddenly realized what it was.

“Rune” in the ancient language translates to the symbolic manifestation of the Universe Law.

It is an existence older than the Demon’s language, the Divine Language, and the Dragon Language.

Leonard had heard about it from the people of the Southern Continent, but he couldn’t understand exactly what the term meant.

The old woman then switched to a more respectful tone and explained to Camilla, “Your Majesty, this is some of the comprehension I’ve carved out while studying ‘The Emperor’s Stele’ during the dull years, a bit of shallow understanding of Universe Law, but card masters below the seventh grade would find it tough to bear…”

Obviously, she thought they knew what “Little Rune” was.

This gap in knowledge left all three of them bewildered.

As an outsider, Leonard was not in a position to inquire.

Even if he did ask, they might not pay him any heed.

Camilla tacitly understood and spoke up, “Elder, I apologize. The legacy I’ve come into contact with has been interrupted across generations, so I’m finding it difficult to comprehend the ‘Little Rune’ you just mentioned…”

“You…”

The old woman was clearly surprised that the three of them didn’t even know about Rune, but thinking better of it, she asked instead, “What year is it in the Taren Calendar now?”

Leonard Churchill: “…”

Tracy Garcia: “…”

Camilla: “…”

The three exchanged glances, their expressions odd, unsure of how to respond.

The Taren Empire had fallen.

It was now the Federation Calendar…

Oh no, after Arthur’s restoration, they reverted to using the Orlan Calendar.

As if exposed to more exchanges, the old woman’s thoughts seemed to gradually return to normal, and she guessed something, let out a long sigh as though she had just realized something, and murmured to herself, “It seems, then, the empire has perished…”

Listening, Camilla nodded in agreement and replied, “Yes.”

The old woman: “Then… how much time has passed?”

Camilla: “Three thousand years.”

“Oh, so it has been that long.”

The old woman’s face was filled with a resigned sadness.

Yes, it had indeed been a very long time, so long that she had even forgotten her own name.

Camilla looked at the old woman’s face, marked by the passage of time, her deep eyes showing a hint of compassion.

Although she felt little connection to the Augustus Bloodline, the devoted service of this old retainer for three thousand years was something that commanded respect.

She simply explained, “The empire crumbled, the Royal Family went to the East Wilderness, and some people went to the Southern Continent. Because of this, our legacy was interrupted. Only recently have we been able to recover it… My visit this time is to discover what exactly happened back then.”

“So that’s it…”

It seemed the old woman finally understood everything and exclaimed, “So the preparations made by Lord Garcia predicted this outcome…”

Upon hearing her mutter to herself, Leonard Churchill and the others realized that the veil of mysterious history was about to be lifted for them.

….

“Oh, yes, of course. The awakened Ancient Gods of the past, to even speak Their names would result in Contamination; to preserve civilization across broken generations, this was the only method…”

“What happened back then? We’d have to start from the previous era…”

“The wise and great Emperor Lanlingster ended the Chaotic Era that was ruled by fear under the Ancient Gods… The Great Emperor banished the Ice Giants to the frigid ice ridges of the wastelands, expelled the Shadows deep into the Abyssal Rift, drove the Flame Demons deep into the earth’s dungeons, and expelled all threats to the Card Master Civilization from the Middle Earth Continent… thus founding the Taren Empire.”

“The empire flourished for tens of thousands of years, but subsequent struggles for Kingship led to its gradual decline. By the time Emperor Croza came to power, the Dynasty was already riddled with countless problems… Famines, plagues, and wars broke out frequently…”

“That’s when the Ancient God Sect resurfaced. This marked the beginning of the ‘Outer God Disturbance’ that continued to stir for a hundred years…”

“…”

It started off like a tale of myths and legends.

Leonard and his companions listened with great interest.

There were other continents besides the East Wilderness and the Southern Continent? And so many powerful races?

The “Chaotic Era” that predates the Taren Empire must have been fascinating?

Listening to these stories, Leonard had already developed quite an accurate understanding.

After all, the old woman, being a Taren official, spoke very tactfully.

It was called a Catastrophe, but in reality, it was a human-caused disaster.

The Dynasty was corrupt, and all manner of monsters and fiends emerged.

Noah Wright had spoken before about the essence of the Ancient God Faith, and one sentence struck Leonard deeply: Only in suffering do people believe in God and pray for miracles.

If one could rely on oneself to lead a comfortable life, people would believe more in themselves.

This is also the root cause of the spread of various strange and bizarre faiths.

But what followed was something Leonard didn’t yet know, the secret history of ancient times.

The old woman continued, “Actually, that chaos had been planted in the previous era… it started with several mysterious ‘Pottery Jars.’ No one knew where they came from. But in those jars were sealed terrifying entities, representing the evil, chaos, and disorder of this world… even the Great Emperor Lanlingster didn’t deal with those jars. He could only seal them away…”

“Later on, some jars were excavated from ancient Relics. The Faith Pollution of the Outer Gods began to spread.”

“That was the beginning of the turmoil… First one, then two, then three… And those few Outer Gods are what are known as the ‘Seven Catastrophes Monarchs’!”

“Their names cannot be mentioned by anyone. But Your Majesty, you must know them. The Ancient Outer Gods are ‘Crimson Corruption Seyadis’, ‘Beast Blood Boiling Mutu’, ‘Source of Corruption Nesser’, ‘Mysterious Insect Mother Kalakta’, ‘War Disaster Master Mondliod’, ‘Plague Source Takpara’, ‘Elemental Sovereign Lagros’… These are the seven culprits behind the Catastrophes.”

“…”

Hearing this, Leonard felt an inexplicable chill down his spine.

If he wasn’t mistaken, those ‘jars’ were the ones hanging from his waist.

And as for the names of those Outer Gods…

Unfortunately, he had heard several of them.