Chapter 30.2

Oswald nodded. "That is true," he said. "The Ona tribe has always been a more practical people. They are not as concerned with the supernatural as some of the other races."

Kevin sighed. "The saying that God will not harm people is still open to discussion," he said. "It is said that there will be no danger... but I forgot that a batch of dryads just died."

Oswald's eyes widened. "You're right," he said. "That is a troubling thought. If Phae is truly the purest and most powerful main god among the old gods, as you say, then why would he rest in such a place? This place is dark, obscure, and there are even a group of tree spirits that hunt and kill living sacrifices regardless of who comes. If this kind of thing is really a gravekeeper, then Phae would surely be angry."

Kevin nodded. "I agree," he said. "This is something that we need to investigate further."

With that, Kevin turned and walked away, leaving Oswald to ponder the implications of what they had just discussed.

Kevin then assigned the Wujin Iron Cavalry and the elite team, as well as Dan's group of giant orcs, to three groups to take turns watching the night.

Dan was puzzled. "Aren't we going in now? It's the tomb of the gods! Isn't it right at the door?"

Kevin replied in a bad mood, "If you don't eat and sleep now, you will regret it later. There are legends that say that once you enter the tomb of the gods, you can't retreat, stop, or take any rest. If you slow down, the consequences will be unimaginable. Although there is no guarantee that this legend is true, it is always right to be cautious. It's safer to go in after resting a little bit."

In the end, everyone chose to listen to Kevin's suggestion.

When Oswald arrived, the group was in a state of disarray. The raptor-like giant beastmen had made it much easier for them to carry their belongings, but the generals had little experience exploring tombs and had packed for a camping trip instead.

Kevin could not help but laugh when he saw that they had a copper pot in their luggage. "A copper pot?" he asked. "What are you going to do with that in a tomb?"

The generals looked at each other, confused. "We thought we might need it to cook food," one of them said.

"But we're not going to be cooking food in a tomb," Kevin said. "The air is too cold and damp. We'll just have to eat cold rations."

The generals were disappointed, but they knew Kevin was right. They had packed for a camping trip, but this was not a camping trip. This was an expedition into a tomb. They would need to be prepared for anything.

Kevin sighed. "Well, I guess we'll just have to leave the copper pot behind."

The generals reluctantly agreed, and they set off into the tomb, carrying only the essentials.

As they walked, Kevin thought about the copper pot. He knew it was a silly thing to bring, but he couldn't help but feel a little bit sentimental about it. It was a reminder of their camping trips, and of the carefree days before they had embarked on this dangerous expedition.

He knew that they would need to be careful in the tomb, but he also knew that they would make it out alive. They were a team, and they would work together to overcome any obstacle.

He smiled to himself. They would be fine.

Dan and his men set up a fire in front of the cave and boiled a pot of soup and put some dried meat into it. After eating the hot meaty soup, everyone began to feel sleepy.

Dan muttered to himself as he lay down beside the unextinguished fire, "It's already summer, why do I always run to such a cold place wearing single clothes when I'm full..."

The group had agreed to rest for an hour at most, as they knew that they would need to be well-rested in order to continue their journey. However, as soon as they lay down, they were all overcome by slumber.

Those who had served in the army were accustomed to sleeping when they needed to and waking up when they needed to. Within a few minutes, the only sound in the camp was the soft crackling of the burning firewood.

The sleeping people's breathing became long and even, and some even snored softly.

The first wave of night watchmen consisted of six men. Two stood near Oswald's cave, guarding the emperor's safety. The other two stood by the two cave doors on the left and right, enclosing everyone inside. The remaining two sat by the fire, guarding it so that it did not extinguish, while also keeping an eye out for any movement.

As the night wore on, the other four watchmen began to feel sleepy. Even, the first wave of night watchmen began to doze off. The camp was silent, save for the soft sounds of sleep. One by one, they succumbed to the urge to sleep and drifted off.

Soon, the entire camp was silent, save for the soft crackle of the fire.

At this moment, Kevin, who had been lying there, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were dark and bright, and he was extremely awake, without even a trace of sleepiness.

He stared at the emperor, who was not far away, and then scanned around again. All those who could easily notice his movements were already sound asleep, and there was no movement at all.

Kevin closed his eyes for a moment, then got up quietly. He moved like a ghost, taking advantage of the shadows and darkness everywhere. He followed the blind spots of the remaining night watchmen and slowly turned into the previous path leading to the tomb.

He was careful not to make any noise, and he moved quickly and silently. He knew that he had to be careful not to wake anyone up.

As he walked, he thought about what he was going to do. He knew that he had to find out what was in the tomb, but he also knew that he had to be careful not to get himself or anyone else killed.