Catastrophe Card King

He asked Elder Clinton next to him, “Elder, have you heard of the ‘Slit-Mouthed Woman’?”

Elder Clinton looked confused: “What on earth is that?”

Leonard’s eyes twitched inexplicably at the response.

Clinton’s abilities were like a knee-jerk reflex; unless he was on the verge of death himself, there was little hope of him reacting.

Catherine Carter, standing to the side, looked at Leonard with mild surprise, asking, “Did you see the creature’s Enlightenment?”

“Yeah.”

Leonard Churchill nodded, quickly summarizing the situation he had witnessed.

Upon hearing about the creature’s Immunity to Physical and Magical Attacks, and its defense-ignoring one-hit-kill ability, the expressions of Clinton and the rest turned ashen instantly.

Killing it was impossible.

The likelihood of getting killed once targeted was almost one hundred percent.

Four people had already been killed by the “Slit-Mouthed Woman”. The fewer the survivors, the more likely their turn was to come.

Leonard and his two companions ran slowly with their faces concealed; they were nothing but drag at this point.

The remaining hunters who were still alive had lost their nerve. The temporary Second Tier captain roared, “Get moving! Find a way to escape this cursed place!”

Clearly, these individuals had no intention of dragging along the deadweights any longer.

Watching as they swiftly ran into the fog-filled streets, Leonard didn’t try to stop them.

Escaping this Catastrophe Domain by legwork alone was impossible.

A pity though, if these guys ran away, he would lose sight of how the creature killed.

But before long, the group hurriedly ran back screaming.

One was missing from the original seven who took off.

Observing the pallor-struck faces, Leonard reminded, “Too much mental turbulence might attract the creature…”

Catherine Carter nodded, “Hmm.”

Speaking so, she glanced at Elder Clinton.

The man who lived for hundreds of years must certainly have ways to survive.

This time should be no exception, she assumed.

However, the lecherous old man, in whom so many hopes were pinned, wore an expression of panic no different from the others. He had no air of a seasoned veteran.

But possibly due to the three old people in Leonard’s group using the spirit-avoiding stance, the Catastrophe didn’t prioritize them.

Just as they let out a sigh of relief, Leonard’s pupils suddenly constricted, “Incoming!”

This time was different than before; everyone saw the back of the haunting entity.

“Old Swift, it… it’s in front of you!”

“I…I…”

Out of nowhere, a pale, long-haired woman appeared clad in a dress that looked like a white nightgown.

Other than Old Swift, who was already trembling like a leaf, no one else got a glance at the creature’s face.

It seemed everyone heard the conversation between them, “Am I beautiful…” “Yes…””How about now…”

“Eh?”

Leonard’s eyes darted around, and he suddenly realized that the creature’s killing process was different from before.

Before, it was mostly one-look kills.

But this time, they even heard the creature’s question.

What’s different…

Leonard had an idea, his face turned pale as he suddenly realized: they’re one man short!

In this critical moment, everyone’s attention was focused entirely on the creature. No one noticed their reduced numbers.

A woman was missing!

Evidently, he remembered very clearly that the missing one was the other medical staff, named Aura.

Recalling the bullet holes on the three female bodies among the massacred group of “Iron Rhinoceros Hunters”, Leonard suddenly realized something.

But it was already too late.

The hunters who saw the creature appear aimed their gun muzzles and backed off to a safe distance.

Apparently, Old Swift didn’t give the creature a satisfactory answer. The moment he finished speaking, a slit appeared in his body, together with the Mechanical Exoskeleton. His entire upper body then slid down to the ground, from the head down to the shoulders.

The death of a teammate was like a signal to concentrate fire.

Almost at the same time, the hunters, with their nerves on edge from fear, pressed their triggers in unison.

“Da, Da, Da…”

A burst of gunfire immediately rang out.

This time, the “Slit-Mouthed Woman” was immune to bullet damage. Blood splattered all over her body.

Her body crashed to the ground.

Not until much later, when the magazine was found to be empty, did the panting hunters cease fire.

Is it dead?

Everyone stared full of hope.

However, the corpse on the ground didn’t belong to the creature but to Aura, the medical staff who died with her eyes wide open.

This woman turned out to be the real sister of the temporary team leader, Old Christ!

Seeing his own sister lying dead on the ground, killed by his own hands, Old Christ’s anger knew no bounds, his anguish clearly apparent. He bellowed, “Aura!”

Everyone shivered upon witnessing this scene, unable to comprehend what was happening.

They didn’t kill the monster, but their teammate instead?

The death of this teammate seemed to have precipitated the collapse of everyone’s long-standing fear, leaving them all standing there hopelessly.

They weren’t running around like before either.

Because they couldn’t think of any hope of survival.

From the original twenty who entered the relic, only eight remained alive now.

A despairing atmosphere pervaded the group.

This was the harsh reality of exploring virgin areas.

Though the rewards are astonishing, many unknown risks need to be confronted.

The significance of a wild team, other than professional ability complementing each other, is mainly to use teammates to tread on land mines, thereby increasing their individual margin of error.

Everyone on the team had this thought.

With so many deaths, Leonard started understanding a few things..