Catastrophe Card King

Now, seeing this pale arm emerge from his collarbone, he wasn’t the least bit surprised.

Vivian White’s schemes were malevolent, and Churchill was certain that she must have left some tracking method on him when she allowed him to escape before.

Allowing the bone spear to pierce him had been a test.

He hadn’t expected it to be true.

Nevertheless, hosting was ultimately a nefarious technique that drained the host.

When the arm appeared, Churchill suddenly felt like a germinating bean, his shell seemingly sucked dry by the sprouting limb.

Fortunately, he had the “Curse of Immortality” to cling to life.

In the current situation, playing dead was quite advantageous.

Churchill had no intention of making any moves.

…

Churchill’s shriveled “corpse” hung on the tree trunk.

Vivian White, clad in scale armor, emerged from her secretive state, looking at the situation with a grave expression.

The oppressive presence of the Hell Flying Dragon was enough to send shivers down her spine.

In the corner of her eye, she glanced at Churchill’s body behind her, instinctively feeling that something was amiss.

It seemed too coincidental.

Previously, it was in intercepting this man that she bagged a solo A-tier mission, but it had also brought her significant trouble.

The contents of that package now seemed to be nothing more than “bait,” which led the Red Robe Shaman of the Demon Camp to locate them almost immediately.

What followed was a horrific battle.

Although they succeeded in killing the Shaman and eradicating the Demon Vanguard,

the loss to the team that entered the Alternate Dimension was severe.

And now, the trouble was evidently even greater.

However, White had no time to further her thoughts, as a flying dragon in the sky was already bearing down on her viciously.

Newly born from the secretive state, her arsenal was greatly limited, and she dared not confront the ten-plus-meter-long Hell Flying Dragon head-on.

As Flame Dragon Breath and strong winds approached, Vivian’s eyes glinted sharply. Dodging, she bit her finger and drew curse symbols with her blood on her body, then shouted, “Spirit Communication: Shadow Savage Snake!”

In the blink of an eye, her shadow rapidly stretched and then turned into two huge black serpents with clearly defined scale armor.

Though merely shadows, they seemed like serpents from a lower dimension taking on physical form.

The shadow serpents spread forth, and in no time touched the shadow of the Flying Dragon in the sky.

The serpents opened their massive jaws, biting simultaneously onto the dragon’s shadow.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The grounded shadow, seemingly unconnected to the real body, entangled it, causing the skyborne dragon to stall mid-air and struggle frantically.

However, the Hell Flying Dragon had extremely high defense against both physical and magical attacks, so this tactic only restricted its flight and did not cause significant damage.

Seeing this, White’s blood-drawn spell consolidated once more: “Spirit Communication: Insect Devour!”

As the spell completed, she opened her jaw in a grotesque arc as if splitting her entire face in half, and from her gaping maw, countless black beetles the size of pebbles streamed out.

The swarm buzzed like a sandstorm toward the Flying Dragon, now suspended in mid-air.

The Hell Flying Dragon was massive, but helpless against these insects.

Even as its dragon breath incinerated many, more bugs latched onto its vast body.

The chilling sound of rapid, invasive munching filled the air.

After all was done, White did not relax but looked intently at a white-robed mage nearby named Gandalf, who was struggling against several flying dragons, wondering what was on his mind.

They had all come for the Xismark Holy Grail, and it seemed Gandalf was a key story character.

Since she had joined the battle, and taken on the A-tier mission to “escort Gandalf,” a fierce battle was inevitable.

…

“Tsk, this woman’s tactics are really powerful…”

As Churchill once again witnessed White’s unorthodox tactics, he inwardly exclaimed.

No wonder she hailed from the Federation’s oldest family, the White Family.

No wonder she had survived until now.

Churchill was still hanging on the tree, and the demons seemed to have no interest in corpses either.

The “Curse of Immortality” could sustain life but not for long, so its use had to be sparing.

He quietly injected a potion prepared earlier into his body, slowly recuperating from his wounds.

A glance to the side showed his two temporary allies, Mushroomhead and the mysterious archer, still staunch.

The battle was steeped in tension.

But before long, countless Curse Cards suddently whizzed out of the Dense Forest.

Churchill knew reinforcements had arrived!

If White had appeared here, then those from the White Family and Lionheart Family who were still alive should be coming too.

Looking quickly, elite troops charged from the distant Dense Forest.

But there weren’t many.

A cursory glance showed that from a troop of a thousand, less than three hundred remained.

The loss from the battle with the Red Robe Shaman had been significant.

Casualties had reached nearly seventy percent.

But these survivors were either experienced Hunters or well-trained and well-equipped nobility’s private soldiers.

Their addition to the battlefield immediately opened up the fight.

This time, the various factions had spent a great deal to explore the Alternate Dimension, and everyone brought sufficient High Tier Curse Cards.

Despite the flying dragons being formidable, they were still just Third Tier Catastrophes and continued to fall from the sky amid the relentless barrage of Spells.

The battle was still gruesome, but it seemed that completing this A-tier story wouldn’t be too problematic.

Even if the final death rate could reach eighty, or even ninety percent.