Catastrophe Card King

Leonard Churchill, looking at Vivian White who had collapsed not far away, loosened the grip on his Light and Dark Holy Nail.

Despite his unflappable demeanor in the face of death, the scene before him left him speechless.

Had the overwhelming Curse Spirit Volley and Ghost Disaster vanished in an instant?

The quality of the Thunder Light Magic was so high it was completely unfathomable.

Shock surged within Leonard’s heart.

But before this feeling could fully bloom, he turned to see Elder Clinton, whose sword still pointed halfway up, looking just as dumbfounded.

An expression of disbelief on his aged face seemed to question: Did I do that?

With three pairs of wide eyes staring at him, his sallow and wrinkled old face immediately swelled with pride, his sleaziness becoming even more pronounced.

Unwilling to accept it, he tried casting the spell again, “Thunder, thunder, thunder…” he chanted twice, but nothing happened this time.

No more shocking thunder.

Just an ordinary Dog King, Elder Clinton.

Seeing Elder Clinton’s expression, Leonard knew his other identity’s experience tally had run out again.

Knowing he wouldn’t get an answer anyway, he simply saved his breath.

Although Catherine Carter was curious, she didn’t dare to ask.

Colin was used to his grandfather’s unpredictable moments.

The group remained silent, exchanging glances.

They watched each other for several seconds before they could digest what had just happened.

Although it felt like a dream.

The fact was, Elder Clinton had truly dealt with a formidable enemy.

After the shock subsided, a light smile blossomed on Leonard’s face.

As expected.

Surviving for so long wasn’t merely due to luck, it required formidable skill.

What had seemed an inescapable death trap was disrupted with a single word.

This method was beyond Leonard’s understanding.

The battle was over.

The group exchanged glances, a heavy burden lifted from their shoulders.

Both Catherine Carter and Colin were severely wounded so they took potions and sat, meditating for recovery.

Leonard had multiple wounds but his robust body and strong self-healing made them trivial.

He didn’t rest, instead, he journeyed to Vivian White’s corpse.

Once he confirmed she was truly dead, he removed all the spoils of war from her body.

Along the way, he absorbed all the extraordinary traits from her corpse.

Being an aristocrat, she carried many valuable items, but unfortunately, none of them were of use to Leonard.

Scrolls, cards, relics, and equipment were all items related to spellcaster professions.

Nevertheless, they were all of excellent quality and could sell for a lot of money.

In addition, a very rare, gold-quality Demon Mark, Spades 10, was uncovered on her body.

This, too, was a fantastic find.

…

The Underground Palace was of great importance. Eventually, numerous people would come to explore it.

If those people found four living individuals inside the palace, it would certainly arouse suspicion.

Staying here would only increase their risk.

Furthermore, all the divine power in the statue had drained away and Leonard had no intention of revealing his secret.

Seeing that Catherine Carter and the other injured party member’s conditions had slightly improved, he said decisively, “Let’s leave this place.”

Everyone agreed, they had the same idea.

With that, Leonard helped Catherine Carter, who was barely able to walk.

Elder Clinton hoisted Colin onto his back.

As they were leaving, Leonard glanced at the wordless stele, his lips thinning.

He felt something was missing.

Catherine Carter by his side noticed his expression, knowing what he regretted, she asked, “Are you thinking about the stele?”

Leonard didn’t deny it, instead, he countered, “Did you see something?”

Catherine Carter gently shook her head: “I can’t remember.”

“…”

Leonard looked somewhat unsurprised.

Remembering this, Catherine Carter couldn’t help but reflect.

They were almost decimated in the brutal battle and now were profoundly shocked by Elder Clinton’s Thunder Light Magic. She had no chance to fully comprehend the changes within her.

Now, she was starting to realize the surprising changes within her, making her glow with excitement.

The trial had come close to killing them a few times, but their gains had exceeded expectations.

It was so significant that even her aristocratic eyes found it to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Had she actually attained the “Demonic Solution” all of a sudden?

She wondered if it was the fortune the Hero Trial had brought.

But the fact was she had received it.

If the Demon Mark was a seed planted in her body, then the Demonic Solution had brought forth the flower.

Now she had only touched the surface, there was so much more potential to yet to be tapped.

Catherine Carter could not even remember what she saw in the stele.

But she knew that this gain would bring immeasurable rewards in the future.

Thinking of this, her gaze landed on Elder Clinton, acknowledging that risking her life this time had been the right choice.

She glanced at Leonard Churchill, who had helped her many times too.

Just then, Elder Clinton mysteriously said, “Don’t be envious. You have your own opportunities.”

Leonard looked at him, wondering if the old man had figured something out, he turned to him expectantly: “???”

Elder Clinton seemed to know something, but couldn’t articulate it, “I’m not sure. But… it’s pretty special.”

“…”

Listening to him, Leonard didn’t feel disappointed, instead, he was thoughtful.

There had to be a reason why Elder Clinton did not take him to observe the stele in his other identity.