Catastrophe Card King

“The Old Days Sect really wants to sacrifice everyone…”

Leonard Churchill couldn’t help but gasp as he watched this scene unfold.

Now he finally understood why the Old Days Believers were despised by all the card masters.

This recurring and dehumanizing sacrifice, it’s pure heresy!

After observing for a moment, he noticed that the masked angel whom the Silver Moon Sect summoned was not a real god.

It rather appeared to be a flawed spirit.

Clearly, this was another sacrificial ceremony.

They were using the souls of tens of thousands of people in the camp to restore some original capabilities that the god should possess.

And it seems that human bodies were going to be part of that Undead Barrier.

It’s killing two birds with one stone.

“This doesn’t look good…”

As Leonard looked at the Lionheart Family, who had no room to resist from his position on the camp wall, he wondered what he should do now.

He glanced towards the Hunter’s Tavern for a moment.

The greatest hope right now lies with the three people from the X Bureau.

If they could kill Old Cook, they might be able to solve the current crisis.

However…

Just at the moment this thought flashed through his mind, the windows of the tavern suddenly exploded.

“Crash!”

From his vantage point, Leonard saw Reuel Bible, with his exaggerated muscles and evil ghost tattoos, throw out a young man with a mushroom head as if he were throwing a sandbag.

Then another window was smashed open by a figure; a woman in a tight suit with short hair, also rushed out with a serious look on her face.

Meantime, Reuel Bible didn’t forget to roar: “I’ll hold this guy off, you two go ahead!”

Upon seeing this, Leonard jerked at the corner of his eyes.

From this point of view, it seemed that the three guys of X Bureau wouldn’t win either.

The situation instantly became worse.

The camp was now filled with undead creatures.

Staying here was definitely impossible now.

But there was nowhere to go outside of the camp either.

Outside was a thick darkness, full of unknown creatures, so much so that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.

At this moment, he could hear the screams and cries from the hunters who rushed in first.

No matter which way he looked, the situation seemed dire.

They couldn’t beat them, and there was nowhere to run.

Witnessing this, Leonard was at a loss for what to do.

But suddenly, an idea came to him.

If he couldn’t figure out what to do.

Then he should go find someone who could!

At this moment, it would be hard to say who was the strongest in the camp, but when it came to survival, one person came to mind.

Dog King, Elder Clinton!

Looking at how things were now, that old man definitely knew a thing or two.

Thinking of this, Leonard quickly headed in the direction where the old man and his grandson had escaped.

But the situation was changing so fast.

The moment he started moving, there was a surge of chilling killing intent from the tavern behind him.

Leonard turned his head in surprise to see that the spot where the Hunter’s Tavern previously stood was now a pile of ruins under some mysterious force.

Atop the ruins, two people stood facing each other.

For some unknown reason, the hunched old man who was shouldering a cross suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, obviously seriously injured.

On the other side, the upper body half-naked Reuel Bible, showed his exaggerated and strong muscles, with his body emanating a swirling black and red curse power like flames.

What drew even more attention were the tattoos all over his body.

The tattoos, which had looked like ordinary patterns before, were now alive.

They were not dead objects, but countless souls and evil spirits!

These evil spirits seemed to be imprisoned in Reuel’s body, and the moment they were exposed to the air, they struggled and roared trying to break out.

But they were bound by some invisible law and became part of the swirling red and black intent that surrounded Reuel.

Even though it looked chaotic and evil, there was a sense of righteousness to it.

He stood alone on the ruins, exuding his dominance, eradicating evils and dispelling calamities.

Even the looming death air around him seemed to retreat as though possessed by spiritual essence.

Just on the verge of his aura, he had already greatly overwhelmed the hunchbacked old man across him.

Watching this scene, Leonard Churchill sighed with emotion, “So strong!”

So, the two previous assistants were sent out just to prepare for a major attack?

At the same time, he thought, “Is there going to be a counterattack?

If they managed to kill the hunchbacked old man, the dire situation in the camp might be resolved.

Almost all survivors in the camp saw this scene.

Those who were still alive almost believed they saw hope.

However, in a certain corner.

An unscrupulous old man saw this scene, and his face turned pale: “Evil-slaying, evil-sealing, God-slaying! Hiss… the ‘Heavenly King’s Curse Body’? What exactly did that guy go through, with no origin card imprint, he actually managed to practice this Demon God Forbidden Technique?”

The young man next to the old man just stabbed a zombie to death. Then his bright eyes trembled, and he asked excitedly, “Grandpa, is it the same Demon God Forbidden Technique as the one used to assassinate Young Master Kane before?”

“Um.”

Elder Clinton was already trembling with fear. He had no interest in discussing what was forbidden or not, and just muttered, “Oh, it’s over… it’s all over now. That guy from the X Bureau can actually perform Demon God Secret Skill. Although it’s incomplete, those people from the Silver Moon Sect can’t kill him anymore.”

The young man looked puzzled and said, “Ah… Grandpa, isn’t it a good thing that he is strong? Just kill the spellcaster and that’s it.”

Elder Clinton grumbled irritably: “It’s not good at all! If the Old Days Believers of the Silver Moon Sect don’t have the strength to kill that guy from the X Bureau, they’ll definitely wake up the crying angel.”

With that, he thought of something and quickly added, “Boy, remember not to look back when the time comes. Once the crying angel opens her eyes, whoever looks at her dies. If you do end up looking, stare at her and don’t blink. Otherwise, you will undoubtedly die!”

“Oh.”

The young man seemed to have no doubt about it, but he also said, “Then Grandpa, what should we do now?”

Elder Clinton: “What else can we do? Find a way to escape. The ‘Undead Catastrophe’ hasn’t reached its peak yet, so we may still have a chance to escape. Hurry up, or it will be too late to escape later.”

“Thump,” “Thump,” “Thump”…

The noise of the battle in the camp is getting louder and louder.

As expected.

As Elder Clinton predicted, once Reuel Bible launched his major attack, the battle situation instantly became one-sided.

Under that overwhelming force, the old man carrying the cross was blown away time and time again, smashing through a building every now and then.

Although it was strange that the hunchbacked man didn’t die.

But to anyone looking at it, the outcome seemed to be already decided.

The hunchback was being beaten throughout, with no room to fight back.

Even Leonard Churchill made such a judgment.

However, when everyone else thought the victory or defeat of this battle was already set, Reuel Bible, who was overwhelmingly winning the battle, felt increasingly uneasy.

The man in front of him was not strong, but how could he not be killed?

Even after several deadly attacks, he was still hanging on to his life.

Reuel Bible guessed that this might be the Undying Secret Skill bestowed by the Ancient God.

Intuition told him that if the battle didn’t end soon, the risk would become greater and greater.

At this moment, Reuel Bible, surrounded by evil spirits, slammed another punch. The hunchbacked old man’s chest plate was sunken, and then the whole person was thrown into the wall.

This punch, mixed with chaotic Order Laws, was enough to kill any Third Tier card master.

Yet, it still couldn’t kill this seemingly Second Tier hunchbacked old man.

And this time, after the hunchbacked old man was brutally hit, he didn’t choose to fight back anymore.

As if the time was ripe.

Instead, he stood in place with a strange smile, “Kukuku… The ‘Heavenly King’s Curse Body’ really lives up to its reputation. You, who have practiced this Demon God Secret Skill, are no ordinary man. It’s a pity to die. I’ll give you a chance to survive now, as long as you are willing to believe in the great Silver Moon Holy Master, you can spare your life…”

Upon hearing this surrender speech, Reuel Bible’s gaze turned cold.

He didn’t waste any words at all. With a foot on the ground, his figure disappeared with a “whoosh” sound.

“Thump!”

A sound of blood and flesh splattering resounded.

Another look.

Tens of meters away, the hunchbacked old man’s abdomen was already pierced by Reuel Bible’s punch, with blood and internal organs all over the ground.

However, even with such a deadly injury, there wasn’t any despair on the old man’s face. Instead, the smile on his face was extraordinarily grim, “Since you do not appreciate kindness, then go to hell.”

As soon as the words fell, a mysterious force was added, and the blood under his feet eerily crystallized into a Nine-pointed Star Magic Array.

The hunchbacked old man looked up at the crying angel drifting aimlessly in the sky above the camp and shouted, “Please, the angel opens her eyes!”

As soon as these words came out, Reuel Bible sensed something for the first time, and his face changed dramatically..