Catastrophe Card King

Like fireworks, the forest was exploding in various places.

In ten-plus locations.

“Oh… it looks like they’ve dispersed their troops,”

Leonard Churchill gazed and chuckled lightly.

It was much earlier than expected.

The commander of the Fierce Beast Legion is also a master. He definitely wouldn’t have overlooked the same consideration.

The sudden enlightenment made those brutes realize that traditional warfare was no longer viable.

Even someone without a brain would know that the “Red Baron” was definitely not as strong as those A-rank Second-Tier Catastrophes they had faced before.

If they continued such warfare now, this monster would undoubtedly target them first.

This is why they decisively dispersed their troops.

Leonard Churchill had no intention of worrying about the others at the moment. He glanced at the golden power sphere in his hand.

Then he glanced at the blue light pillar mode on the Demon Mountain Range tens of kilometers away.

He made up his mind, he ran off at top speed.

The golden sphere could not be stashed away carelessly and carrying it with him was also unsafe.

The only place he considered relatively safe is the magic chest in Mage Rolan’s residence at Meteor Eagle Fortress.

Since it could hide the Rune Token under the eyes of a Second-Tier Demon, it showed that those Magic Prohibitions could also have some isolating effect.

In a short time, Leonard reached the Meteor Eagle Fortress.

Infiltrating the fortress went smoother than expected.

This fortress primarily served as an observation post of the Wailing Abyss.

It didn’t exist to block the Demon Mountain Range like Thunderbolt Fortress.

Nor did it have any defensive value.

Therefore, even if the fortress was captured by the demons, not many demons remained here.

Leonard snuck in and, with the aid of a compass, carefully probed his surroundings. He did not detect the Second-Tier demon previously in the fortress.

He thought the creature had probably been called into the forest to hunt for the Holy Item.

Leonard successfully infiltrated Mage Rolan’s residence and stashed the golden sphere into the magic chest without any hitches.

Ignoring the demon lackeys inside the fortress, he silently retreated.

Climbing down the rock wall.

In a short while, he arrived at the previous formation of the Fierce Beast Legion.

Once the Fierce Beast Legion was withdrawn, mountainous piles of corpses were left behind.

Yes!

Literal mountains!

The ground was densely coated with clotted blood, and different demon bodies cut apart, slayed, burnt, mixed together.

The air was filled with suffocating scent of heavy blood and horrible stench.

Each body stacked upon another. On top of it, scavenger monsters were greedily feeding, tearing at the demon flesh.

“Heh…”

A sinister smile appeared on Leonard Churchill’s face.

In addition to dispersing the Fierce Beast Legion, these corpses were an important factor in Leonard’s calculations.

Where else could he find so many bodies outside?

A rough estimation suggested that the Demon Legion lost between one to two hundred thousand members in a day and a night.

This number would surpass any morgue as it would take several years to reach such numbers.

Although several dozen hours had passed and many extraordinary traits had dissipated.

Yet the sheer number made up for it.

In his eyes, the extraordinary traits radiating from these corpses were like blazing flames, incredibly tempting.

Leonard snuck past, ignoring the small demons eating and lay down inside the pile of corpses.

The strong bloody smell masked the faint scent of a living person.

The proficiency of the Demon Feast Skill had increased to Lv2, and the range of Feast Devour now covered an area with a radius of ten meters or so.

Immediately, he started devouring like a whale, in large gulps.

The Enlightenment notifications appeared one after another.

“You used Feast Devour, Physique +0.002”

“You used Feast Devour, Strength +0.009”

Although not as pure and powerful as Supreme Spirits Medium, there were tens of thousands of streaks of every color in the mountain of bodies!

Small raindrops gathering into a waterfall.

Extraordinary traits surged into Leonard’s body.

Time flew, and it was another day and night.

The fighting in Sawtooth Forest sporadically occurred.

Outside the unnamed cave and within the pile of corpses, a small demon, looking like a skinless monkey, was looking for food.

After flipping a few corpse bodies that were not to its liking, it stepped on something.

Before it could comprehend what happened, a large hand reached out from the pile of corpses, grabbed the creature, and with a “snap,” broke its neck.

Leonard sat up from the pile of corpses, let out a long sigh, and murmured to himself, “I can’t devour anymore.”

Looking at the mountain of corpses around him, he inwardly lamented.

Not because he was full, but because there was a lot of waste.

Typically, by the second day, more than 90% of the extraordinary traits inside a corpse would have dissipated.

On top of that, most of the bodies here were mutilated, meaning they dissipated even faster.

Even when one encapsulated hundreds of bodies at once inside the body pile, the incremental growth from Feast Devour was tiny.

After beefing up, his demand for the quality of extraordinary traits increased.

The thinner the extraordinary traits, the harder it was to absorb.

But the result was ultimately satisfying.

Leonard glanced at his data panel.

His strength increased from the previous “18.5” to “23.8”.

Agility, Tenacity, Traits, etc also surpassed 23.

An average increase of 5 points.

This was more significant than the increase brought by the Supreme Spirit Medium!

“This time I won’t be chased by the Cerberus anymore…”

Leonard flexed his fists and felt exhilarated from the overflowing strength.

It was fortunate to have such a war mode in the Alternate Dimension, otherwise where could he have found tens of thousands of corpses at once?

There might even be a few low-level materials that could be dismantled from these corpse piles.

But Leonard did not spare another glance.

Because that would consume too much time.

He was not greedy for the last remaining extraordinary traits inside the corpse pile.

Instead, he focused his attention on the sporadic fighting sounds coming from the forest.

The individual equipment of the Fierce Beast Legion might be equivalent to tens of thousands of demon materials.

If he had hidden for another two days, he would most likely have survived and left the space.

But Leonard harbored no such thoughts.

With his strength skyrocketing, he didn’t perceive clearing the space as a challenge.

An idea struck him, and he abruptly transformed into his werewolf form and dashed into the Sawtooth Forest..