Catastrophe Card King

However, things didn’t go as planned.

Under normal circumstances, even if Liam Martinez couldn’t kill the Catastrophe, he could still rely on his armor to drag the fight out for a long period against the monster.

He could also stagger the beast by inflicting wounds with the Relic Greatsword. This corridor has a blood curse barrier that prevents the werewolf’s wounds from healing.

So long as they persisted, the huge loss of blood from the monster’s multiple injuries would ultimately be enough to drain its life.

However, they still underestimated the power of this A-rank Catastrophe.

This Werewolf George was a fighting master before.

The bastard knew Martial Skills!

This werewolf, heavily damaged by these few weaker humans, bleeding profusely, also realized it was in deep trouble.

Seeing the relentlessness of the heavily armored knight, the werewolf’s freely swinging left arm suddenly stiffened, and visible Gang Air gathered on its wolf claws.

Leonard Churchill, watching from a distance, suddenly narrowed his eyes: “An Air Skill Master’s Gang Air?”

This First Tier Catastrophe can do this?

Storage of power?

It was clearly a concentrated Martial Skill.

Upon noticing this, he had a bad feeling.

But it was too late.

Liam Martinez, holding his flaming longsword, was still hacking wildly.

The werewolf slapped him with a single palm.

With a “thud”, Liam Martinez fell to the ground.

Earlier, the werewolf’s claws couldn’t penetrate the armor, and this scratch did not damage the defense either.

But this one scratch made him unable to stand up?

Leonard Churchill, watching the blood spraying from the helmet’s gaps, understood: “Striking a cow from across the mountain?”

He didn’t understand the mystery behind the werewolf’s previous palm strike. However, seeing Liam Martinez’s pallid complexion as he fainted from bleeding, he realized this one strike had transferred power through the armor, critically injuring Liam!

“Damn! It even has that trick!”

Seeing this, Leonard Churchill felt a chill running down his spine and felt the odds were slipping away.

He always thought that using armor could counter this kind of physical attack from the monster.

He never expected the monster to pull off such a move.

And at that moment, the werewolf also turned its gaze towards the corridor, sniffing as if looking for a target.

It didn’t forget that there was one human who posed a significant threat. Although Leonard Churchill was stealthily moving in the dark, the wounds on his body were continuously bleeding.

No matter how good the cloak was at concealing odor, it was impossible to completely fool the werewolf’s supernatural sense of smell.

He deliberately spilled a lot of blood in the corridor earlier to considerably disturb the monster’s sense of smell.

But this wouldn’t work for long.

In his current state, if he wanted to live, the only option was to enter the blood curse barrier and hide in the secret room to survive the three days.

However, if he did this, Tracy Garcia and the others would surely die.

Being stared at by the werewolf made Leonard’s scalp tingle.

Yet, the more it was a matter of life and death, the clearer his mind became.

As though feeling the chill of Death’s scythe on his neck, a surge of emotions he usually kept subdued started to rise within him.

He didn’t have much time to decide.

At this distance, once discovered, even if the werewolf had one crippled leg, he might not be able to successfully escape into the secret room.

The blood seeping from his bandages, dripped like a ticking clock for his life.

“Is there no chance left…”

Leonard’s eyes flickered rapidly, his mind racing to consider all possibilities. But no matter how hard he thought, he couldn’t see a single glimmer of hope. If he made a move himself, it would spell certain death unless he ran away! Leonard looked at the three people lying on the ground, muttering to himself, “The only chance is if someone can hold back the monster…”

Liam Martinez and Alison were severely injured and unconscious, Tracy was incapacitated…

But even at the last moment, he did not choose to escape.

The tingling sensation of dancing on the knife’s edge pierced his mind, wave after wave.

The more this happened, the more the countless thoughts in his heart refused to back down.

In his heart, countless versions of himself, like demons, were laughing wickedly, crazily hinting that there was still a chance, still a chance…

If he retreated he could live!

Screw survival at all costs!

Leonard roared in his heart, his feet didn’t retreat but instead started slowly moving forward.

The voice seemed to constantly urge:

Give me one more chance!

Just one!

Just one chance, and I’ll risk my life to help you guys!

The desperate call from his heart seemed to have received a response.

All of a sudden!

Liam Martinez, who was severely injured and passed out earlier, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and regained consciousness!

No one understands their situation better than him right now.

The desire to survive was like injecting himself with an Excitement Potion.

He forgot the intense pain throughout his body and immediately lunged to grab the werewolf’s healthy leg.

Liam knew,

If he wanted to survive now,

The only hope lies on the person who may or may not have escaped!

“The chance is here! Hahahaha….”

“Hahaha… Here it comes! Here it comes!”

“I’m on! I’m on! I’m on!”

Upon seeing this, countless voices in Leonard Churchill’s heart burst out with laughter.

Like a beast escaping a cage, his usually suppressed emotions were released due to rationality.

They surged out like a torrent!

He no longer cared about hiding his traces, his thoughts were in a boiling state of excitement, and he rushed towards the front at full speed.

The werewolf now had one leg severed, and it was unable to exert force, while the other leg was being held by Liam Martinez; even if it wanted to kick him away, it couldn’t.

If it wanted to move, it would have to kill Liam Martinez first with its claws!

A claw strike came down like lightning.

A dull sound resonated from the black armor.

Liam Martinez was critically hit by the claw strike.

He spat out a mouthful of blood again.

But he didn’t let go, because he heard that mad laughter!

That guy is coming!

He hasn’t left!

At the brink of life and death, Liam Martinez’s strength surged into his arms, as he continued to tightly hold onto the werewolf’s leg..