Catastrophe Card King

“Thud!”

Leonard Churchill was sent flying, crashing into a huge block of bluestone and vomiting a mouthful of old blood.

When he glanced around, the mysterious figure had disappeared like a ghost, without a trace.

If not for the fact that he was attacked, he might have thought it was an illusion.

The intense pain from his injury rushed through his body like a tidal wave, preventing Leonard from thinking much about why the stranger attacked him.

It took a while for Leonard to realize that he was still alive.

It felt like he had taken a breath of air just before drowning. He gasped for breath heavily: “Huff…huff…”

Yet, even these few breaths felt like inhaling countless needles, causing pain as if his lungs were riddled with holes.

Unable to bear it, Leonard vomited another mouthful of bloody sputum and made a self-mocking bitter laugh: “Such a terrible injury.”

The blow he had taken to his back was the worst injury he had sustained since he had crossed worlds.

He was truly hanging by a thread.

But lucky he didn’t die.

That’s good.

Regaining his strength, Leonard wanted to use “Cellular Activity Boiling” to heal his wounds.

However, as soon as he started circulating the Curse Power, his face turned pale.

He realized that the moment his curse power flows into his meridians, he felt an intense pain like a fire burn!

Leonard promptly felt that something was seriously wrong and stopped.

Upon careful inspection, he discovered a strange energy rampaging inside his body, preventing him from using his Curse Power.

“What’s going on?”

Leonard thought about it, his brows tightly knitted.

He couldn’t understand why the mysterious figure didn’t kill him directly, but left him in this torment?

Without the use of Curse Power, not only can he not recover but he also cannot undergo Beast Transformation and cannot fight.

He was practically a cripple.

In this state, he will be dead amongst enemies in the ruin.

That can’t be.

Leonard didn’t understand it, but a thought arose: “Could it be that he is trying to imply something?”

This superfluous act seems like a harm but carefully thinking about it, it’s entirely unnecessary for such a high-tier expert.

Reminding of the previous encounter at the blacksmith shop.

If he was going to act, he would have done so long ago.

Was it because he wanted to steal the Angel?

Wrong again.

Leonard was indeed confused.

That man in the Underground Palace could easily open the coffin and release the Angel’s Remains.

Thus, it must mean that he had more information about the Weeping Angel than anybody else.

It was reasonable to steal things.

But he not only stole things but also injured without killing, it was indeed confusing.

Leonard couldn’t figure it out, he could only take out a healing potion and gulped it down.

Even though it was a potent potion, it had limited effects on the high-level laws damage caused by this top-tier card master.

After taking the potion, it felt like pouring a cup of water into a roaring fire, Leonard still didn’t feel any relief from his injuries.

However, staying put was not an option.

Now that the angel was gone, if the X Bureau’s people caught up with him, then he would undoubtedly die.

Leonard forced himself up and tried to walk.

But the moment he exerted strength, it felt as if a broken bone had punctured his lung.

He couldn’t resist the sour and spicy taste in his throat, and another mouthful of bloody sputum overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Trying to walk, he was tottering like an old lady. Whenever he exerted force, his muscles felt like they were going to break and painful enough to cover his forehead with cold sweat.

He was indeed like a cripple.

Fortunately, Leonard always had a mechanical skeleton prepared in his Storage Ring.

After wearing a set and having the steam boiler providing most of the power, he was able to walk without obstacles.

He cleared up the smell and trace.

Without much delay, Leonard walked quickly in the direction of the train station which they came from.

Ironically enough, not long after he left.

Several X Bureau Judging Office members in black suits found the place where he was just at.

The muscular leader with the moustache looked at the broken bluestone slab in front of him, then at the traces that had been carefully cleared up, his facial expression full of suspicion.

“Captain, we’ve lost the direction of the target.”

“Was he discovered? Impossible… Life Grid Lock, unless he died, it’s impossible to ban.”

“The target disappeared for a while in the ruins before. There might be an expert intervening to cover up.”

“It could also be some high-grade artefact periodically affecting.”

“Continue searching! Notify the Lionheart family and issue the arrest warrant. We can’t let the target leave alive this time!”

“Yes, Captain.”

“…”

The few of them were professional trackers. After checking the traces around, they quickly determined the direction Leonard escaped and pursued him.

…

With the aid of the mechanical skeleton, Leonard arrived at the train platform without any danger.

He didn’t know how everybody got here.

But previously they took the train to Summer Shepherd City.

The only possible and safe way he could think of to leave the ruins alive was to get on the Ghost Train.

[Bazeks’ Ghost Train]was a neutral catastrophe, but the peculiar Time Domain on the train was the best protective barrier.

Those who didn’t understand the Time Rule would die trying.

Moreover, the few of them who survived the train journey knew about the train’s peculiarity, others didn’t.

If someone chased up, maybe they could trap a group of people.

Leonard stood on the platform, heaved a huge sigh of relief.

Initially, it did not seem significant. But once he came off the train alive and acquired the “Time Rule +18” affinity, it became apparent that something was wrong with the time on the platform.